Dwer
THAT NIGHT WAS AMONG THE STRANGEST OF Dwer’s life, though it started in the most natural way — bickering with Rety.
“I ain’t goin’ there!” She swore.
“No one asked you to. When I start downhill, you’ll take off the other way. Go half a league west, to that forested rise we passed on the way here. I saw good game signs. You can set snares, or look for clamette bubbles on the beach. They’re best roasted, but you oughtn’t trust a fire—”
“I’m supposed to wait for you, I s’pose? Have a nice meal ready for the great hunter, after he finishes takin’ on the whole dam’ universe, single-handed?”
Her biting sarcasm failed to mask tremors of real fear. Dwer didn’t flatter himself that Rety worried about him. No doubt she hated to face being alone.
Dusk fell on the dunes and mudflats, and mountains so distant they were but a jagged horizon cutting the bloated sun. Failing light gave the two of them a chance at last to worm out from the sand, then slither beyond sight of the crashed ships. Once safely over the verge, they brushed grit out of clothes and body crevices while arguing in heated whispers.
“I’m telling you, we don’t haveta do anything! I’m sure Kunn had time to holler for help before he went down. The Rothen ship was due back soon, and musta heard him. Any dura now it’s gonna swoop down, rescue Kunn, and pick up its prize. All we gotta do then is stand and shout.”
Rety had been thinking during the long, uncomfortable wait. She held that the fighter craft full of untraeki rings was the very target Kunn had been looking for, dropping depth bombs to flush his prey out of hiding. By that logic, the brief sky battle was a desperate lashing out by a cornered foe. But Kunn got his own licks in, and now the quarry lay helpless in the swamp, where frantic efforts at repair had so far failed to dislodge it.
Soon, by Rety’s reasoning, the Rothen lords would come to complete the job, taking the untraeki into custody. The Rothen would surely be pleased at this success. Enough to overlook Dwer’s earlier mistakes. And hers.
It was a neat theory. But then, why did the untraeki ship attack from the west, instead of rising out of the water where Kunn dropped his bombs? Dwer was no expert on the way star gods brawled among themselves, but instinct said Kunn had been caught with his pants down.
“In that case, what I’m about to try should put me in good with your friends,” he told Rety.
“If you survive till they come, which I doubt! Those varmints down there will spot you, soon as you go back over the dune.”
“Maybe. But I’ve been watching. Remember when a herd of bog stompers sloshed by, munching tubers torn up by the crash? Large critters passed both hulls and were ignored. I’m guessing the guard robots will take me for a crude native beast—”
“You got that right,” Rety muttered.
“—and leave me alone, at least till I’m real close.”
“And then what? You gonna attack a starship with your bow and arrows?”
Dwer held back from reminding Rety that his bow once seemed a treasure to her — a prize worth risking her life to steal.
“I’m leaving the arrows with you,” he said. “They have steel tips. If I take ’em, they’ll know I’m not an animal.”
“They should ask me. I’d tell ’em real fast that you’re—”
“wife, enough!”
The reedy voice came from Rety’s tiny urrish “husband,” who had been grooming her, flicking sand grains with his agile tongue.
“have sense, wife! brave boy make ship eyes look at him so you and me can get away! all his other talk-talk is fake stuff nice-lies to make us go be safe. be good to brave boy-man! least you can do!”
While Rety blinked at yee’s rebuke, Dwer marveled. Did all urrish males treat their wives this way, chiding them from within the heavy folds of their brood pouches? Or was yee special? Did some prior mate eject him for scolding?
“Iz’ at true, Dwer?” Rety asked. “You’d sacr’fice yourself for me?”
He tried reading her eyes, to judge which answer would make her do as she was told. Fading light forced him to guess.
“No, it’s not true. I do have a plan. It’s risky, but I want to give it a try.”
Rety watched him as carefully as he had scanned her. Finally, she gave a curt laugh.
“What a liar. yee’s right about you. Too dam’ decent to survive without someone to watch over you.”
Huh? Dwer thought. He had tried telling the truth, hoping it would convince her to go. Only Rety reacted in a way he did not expect.
“It’s decided then,” she affirmed with a look of resolve he knew too well. “I’m coming along, Dwer, whichever way you head. So if you want to save me, we better both get on west.”
“This ain’t west!” she whispered sharply, half a midura later.
Dwer ignored Rety as he peered ahead through the swampy gloom with water sloshing past his navel. Too bad we had to leave yee behind with our gear, he thought. The little urrish male provided his “wife” with a healthy dose of prudence and good judgment. But he could not stand getting wet.
Soon, Dwer hoped Rety’s survival instincts would kick in and she’d shut up on her own.
They were nearly naked, wading through the reedy marsh toward a pair of rounded silhouettes, one larger — its smooth flanks glistening except where a sooty stain marred one side. The other lay beyond, crumpled and half- sunk amidships. Both victor and vanquished were silent under the pale yellow glow of Passen, Jijo’s smallest moon.
Colonies of long-necked wallow swans nested in the thickets, dozing after a hard day spent hunting through the shallows and tending their broods. The nearest raised spear-shaped heads to blink at the two humans, then lowered their snouts as Dwer and Rety waded on by.
Mud covered Dwer and the sooner girl from head to toe, concealing some of their heat sign with steady evaporation. According to ancient lore, that should make the patrolling guard machine see them as smaller than they really were. Dwer also took a slow, meandering route, to foster the impression of foraging beasts.
Slender shapes with luminous scales darted below the water’s surface, brushing Dwer’s thighs with their flicking tails. A distant burst of splashing told of some nocturnal hunter at work among the clumps of sword-edged grass. Hungry things moved about in this wet jungle. Rety seemed to grasp this, and did not speak again for some time.
If only she knew how vague Dwer’s plan was, Rety might howl loud enough to send all the sleeping waterfowl flapping for the sky. In fact, he was working from a hunch. He wanted to have a closer look at the untraeki ship … and to check out his impression of this swamp. In order to test his idea, he needed to attain a particular frame of mind.
What was I thinking about, that day when I first contacted — or hallucinated — the voice of One-of-a-Kind?
It happened some years ago. He had been on his first solo trek over the Rimmers, excited to be promoted from apprentice to master hunter, filled with a spirit of freedom and adventure, for now he was one of the few Sixers licensed to roam wherever he wished, even far beyond the settled Slope. The world had seemed boundless.
And yet…
And yet, he still vividly recalled the moment, emerging from a narrow trail through the boo forest — a cathedral aisle as narrow as a man and seemingly high as a moon. Suddenly, the boo just stopped, spilling him onto a bowl-shaped rocky expanse, under a vast blue sky. Before Dwer lay a mulc lake, nestled in the mountain’s flank, surrounded by fields of broken stone.
What he felt during that moment of disorienting transition was much more than welcome release from a closed space. A sense of opening up seemed to fill his mind, briefly expanding his ability to see — especially the tumulus of Buyur ruins. Abruptly, he beheld the ancient towers as they must have stood long ago, shimmering and proud. And for an instant, Dwer had felt strangely at home.
That was when he first heard the spider’s voice, whispering, cajoling, urging him to accept a deal. A fair
