“You’re too negative, At. Did you ever see a big snake like a python swallow a big fat pig?”
“That event, I am happy to say, has not been part of my life experience.”
“Well, the thing about it is this: once it starts, it can’t stop. Its teeth curve backward, so it has to open its mouth wider an’ wider an’ swallow an’ swallow an’ swallow until it downs the whole thing. See, it can’t give up in the middle.”
“How very unedifying. But a question appears to be in order. Do you see us in the role of the python, or of the pig?”
“At, none of that. Stop puttin’ me on.”
Atvar H’sial’s pheromones were in fact filled with sly self-satisfaction as they walked the last quarter mile to the structures along the shoreline. It took a lot to shake a Cecropian’s invincible self-satisfaction and conviction of superiority.
There were five buildings, each made of a fine-grained material like cemented gray sand. The shore of the blue-gray sea jutted out at that point into a long, spoon-shaped peninsula, four hundred yards long, with the beach falling away steeply on each side of it. The buildings, each sixty feet tall, sat together in a cluster within the bowl of the spoon, with water lapping up to within thirty yards of their walls. Although the tides of Genizee were small and the winds usually mild, it was easy to imagine that the water sometimes came up to and even inside all of the buildings.
Kallik and Hans Rebka had walked out along the long handle of the spoon and already made a circuit of each building by the time Nenda and Atvar H’sial reached them.
“Not a window in sight.” Rebka advanced to an elliptical doorway, three times as tall as he was and at least six feet across. “Atvar H’sial, you’ll see a lot more than the rest of us in there, even with the lights we’ve got. Lead the way, would you, and pass word through Nenda about what you’re seeing.”
When Nenda had translated, the Cecropian nodded and shuffled forward into the first of the buildings. The pleated resonator below her chin was vibrating, while the yellow horns on each side of her head were turned to the dark interior. Louis Nenda followed right behind her, then Kallik. Rebka stayed at the entrance. He was their watchdog, dividing his attention between the activity inside and the deserted shore. As the light faded, the interior of the building became increasingly hard to see. Squinting west, Rebka estimated that sunset was less than an hour away.
“Three steps up, then four down. Watch how you go,” Nenda translated. “At’s standing where the inside divides into two, into a couple of big rooms that split the whole interior in half. One’s nearly empty — a bedroom, she’d guess. Wet floor, though — whatever sleeps there likes everything real damp. The other room’s more interesting. It has furnishings: long tables, various heights, no chairs, and a wet floor, too. There’s a lot of weird growing stuff, all different shapes an’ sizes, where you might expect equipment. At’s not sure what most of it is. She thinks it shows the Zardalu preference for fancy biological science and technology, where we and the Cecropians would use machines. That’s what the race memories and old legends about the Zardalu say — they could make biology stand on its head, do with natural growth that we still can’t get near yet. Nothin’ looks dangerous, but it might be. Long tunnel in the middle of the room, spiraling down farther than At can see — way underground, she’d guess from the echoes. Impossible to know how far it might go. And there’s more equipment by the tunnel’s edge. Hold on, she’s changing sonic frequencies. Wants to see if she can get an inside look without goin’ too close.”
There were a few seconds of silence, followed by a startled grunt from Nenda.
“What is it?” Rebka was edging his way farther into the building, propelled by curiosity.
“Somethin’ really impenetrable, At says. Her echolocation is bouncing off it right at the surface. Hold on. She’s going to have a feel.”
There was a longer pause, even harder to take, then Rebka heard a rapid shuffle of movement a few yards away in the darkness. “What’s happening?” he asked. As he spoke, Kallik and Nenda popped into sight, with Atvar H’sial just behind.
“See that!” Nenda said as they emerged into the fading light. He was pointing at something that the Cecropian was cradling in her front legs. “An’ you thought we had a mystery before we went in.”
Atvar H’sial extended the object that she was holding out toward Rebka. He stared at it, too surprised and baffled to speak. It was a small black icosahedron about six inches across, as familiar and unmistakable as it was mysterious. He had seen hundreds like it, scattered on free-space structures all around the spiral arm. He had seen them on planets, too, used for every possible purpose — studied in science laboratories, worshiped and feared, used as talismans and royal sigils and doorstops and paperweights.
No one knew how to penetrate one of those objects without causing the interior to melt to an uninformative gray mass. No one knew their purpose, though there were hundreds of suggestions. No one knew how old they were, or how they had reached the places where they were found.
Most workers believed that the black icosahedrons were related to the Builders, although they were on a scale far smaller than the usual artifacts. Analysts had amassed powerful arguments and statistical evidence to support those claims. A few researchers, equally adamant, denied any Builder connection. They argued with some validity for another vanished race, as old as or older than the Builders.
Rebka reached out to take the little regular solid from Atvar H’sial. As he did so there was an urgent whistle of warning from Kallik and a cry of “Behind!”
Rebka spun around. For the past few minutes he had been neglecting his self-imposed task as lookout. The sun was on the horizon, setting in a final glow of pink and gold. It cast four gigantic elongated shadows along the spit of land on which he and the others were standing. And those shadows were moving, as the objects that were throwing them emerged from the water and reared up to their full heights. Behind them, swarming up from the deep offshore, came at least a dozen others.
Zardalu. The light was poor, but those black shapes against the dying sun could be mistaken for nothing else. They were boiling up from the sea, more and more of them, threshing the water with the force of their movements. Within seconds they were ashore.
And ready for action. There was no place to hide as they came gliding forward on splayed tentacles, straight toward Hans Rebka and his three companions.
Back at the seedship, J’merlia had watched the others go with mixed feelings. He certainly wanted to be with his dominatrix, Atvar H’sial, and he certainly was curious to know more about the structures on the shoreline that Kallik had seen. But at the same time he wanted to be left in peace to repair the seedship. It was something that he could do faster and better than anyone else in the group, and their presence would only slow his progress.
He watched them leave, nodding at Rebka’s final order: “If anything happens to us, don’t try heroics. Don’t even think that way. Get the ship up to space where it’s safe, and send that drone back to the Erebus. We’ll look after ourselves.”
Their departure confirmed J’merlia’s conviction that repairs would go faster without them. He had told Rebka and Atvar H’sial that the seedship and drone fixes would be about three hours’ work, but in less than two the drone was ready to fly, the seedship pull patch was in position, the seal perfect, and everything was ready for space. J’merlia tidied up, peered at the sun, and wondered how long it would take them to walk back.
Then it occurred to him that they did not have to walk. The seedship was ready to go to orbit, but it was just as capable of making atmospheric flights, short or long, around the surface of Genizee. In fact, a minimal hop over to the structures that Kallik had described would serve a dual purpose. It would save the others a walk, and it would provide a proof — though he knew that none was needed — that the seedship was back to full working condition.