Wray Ordway said mildly, ?Nika, if that man sleeps in the guest house tonight, I?ll lose all faith in you.?
Nikanj?s body went helplessly smooth, and everyone laughed. The glass-smooth flattening of head and body tentacles normally indicated humor or pleasure, Akin knew, but what Nikanj was feeling now was neither of those emotions. It was more like a huge, consuming hunger, barely under control. If Nikanj had been Human, it would have been trembling. After a moment it managed to return its appearance to normal. It focused a cone of head tentacles on Lilith, appealing to her. She had not laughed, though she was smiling.
?You people are not nice,? she said, keeping her smile. ?You should be ashamed. Go home now, all of you. Have interesting dreams.?
6
Tino watched in confusion as people began to leave. Some of them were still laughing?at a joke Tino was not sure he understood, not sure he wanted to understand. Some stopped to talk to the woman who had brought him into the village. Lilith her name was. Lilith. Unusual name loaded with bad connotations. She should have changed it. Almost anything would have been better.
Three Oankali and several children clustered around her, talking to the departing guests. Much of the conversation was in some other language?almost certainly Oankali, since Lilith had said the villagers had no other Human languages in common.
The group, family and guests, was a menagerie, Tino thought. Human; nearly Human with a few visible sensory tentacles; half-Human, gray with strangely jointed limbs and some sensory tentacles; Oankali with Human features contrasting jarringly with their alienness; Oankali who might possibly be part Human; and Oankali like the ooloi who had spoken to him, who obviously had no Humanity at all.
Lilith amid the menagerie. He had liked her looks when he spotted her in the garden. She was an amazon of a woman, tall and strong, but with no look of hardness to her. Fine, dark skin. Breasts high in spite of all the children?breasts full of milk. He had never before seen a woman nursing a child. He had almost had to turn his back on her to stop himself from staring as Lilith fed Akin. The woman was not beautiful. Her broad, smooth face was usually set in an expression of solemnity, even sadness. It made her look?and Tino winced at the thought?it made her look saintly. A mother. Very much a mother. And something else.
And she had no man, apparently. She had said Akin?s father was long dead. Was she looking for someone? Was that what all the laughter was about? After all, if he stayed with Lilith, he would also be staying with her Oankali family, with the ooloi whose reaction had provoked so much laughter. Especially with that ooloi. And what would that mean?
He was looking at it when the man Lilith had called Wray came up to him.
?I?m Wray Ordway,? he said. ?I live here permanently. Come around when you can. Anyone here can head you toward my house.? He was a small, blond man with nearly colorless eyes that caught Tino?s attention. Could anyone really see out of such eyes? ?Do you know Nikanj?? the man asked.
?Who?? Tino asked, though he thought he knew.
?The ooloi who spoke to you. The one you?re watching.?
Tino stared at him with the beginnings of dislike.
?I think it recognized you,? Wray said. ?It?s an interesting creature. Lilith thinks very highly of it.?
?Is it her mate?? Of course it was.
?It?s one of her mates. She hasn?t had a man stay with her for a long time, though.?
Was this Nikanj the mate who had forced pregnancy on her? It was an ugly creature with too many head tentacles and not enough of anything that could be called a face. Yet there was something compelling about it. Perhaps he had seen it before. Perhaps it was the last ooloi he had seen before he and his parents had been set down on Earth and let go. That ooloi
?
A very Human-looking young woman brushed past Tino on her way out. Tino?s attention was drawn to her, and he stared as she walked away. He saw her join another very similar young woman, and the two both turned to look at him, smile at him. They were completely alike, pretty, but so startling in their similarity that he was distracted from their beauty. He found himself searching his memory for a word he had had no occasion to use since childhood.
?Twins?? he asked Wray.
?Those two? No.? Wray smiled. ?They were born within a day of one another, though. One of them should have been a boy.?
Tino stared at the well-shaped young women. ?Neither of them is in any way like a boy.?
?Do you like them??
Tino glanced at him and smiled.
?They?re my daughters.?
Tino froze, then shifted his gaze from the girls uneasily. ?Both?? he asked after a moment.
?Human mother, Oankali mother. Believe me, they weren?t identical when they were born. I think they are now because
Tehkorahs wanted to make a point?that the nine children Leah and I have produced are true siblings of the children of our Oankali mates.?
?Nine children?? Tino whispered. ?Nine?? He had lived since childhood among people who would almost have given their lives to produce one child.
?Nine,? Wray confirmed. ?And listen.? He stopped, waited until Tino?s eyes focused on him. ?Listen, I wouldn?t want you to get the wrong idea. Those girls wear more clothing than most constructs because they have concealable differences. Neither of them is as Human as she looks. Let them alone if you can?t accept that.?
