They had found a relatively dry place, well protected by the forest canopy, and they had swept it clean of leaf litter. They had stretched latex-sealed cloth from a pair of small trees to the ground. This cloth had apparently been in the boat, out of Akin?s sight. Now they were cutting small branches and sapling trees for flooring. At least they did not plan to sleep in the mud.
They built no fire. They ate dry food?nuts, seeds, and dry fruit mixed together, and they drank something that was not water. They gave Akin a little of the drink and were amused to see that once he had tasted it, he would not take it again.
?It didn?t seem to bother him, though,? one of them said. ?And that stuff is strong. Give him some food. Maybe he can handle it. He?s got teeth, right??
?Yeah.?
He had been born with teeth. They gave him some of their food, and he ate slowly, one small fragment at a time.
?So that Phoenix we killed was lying,? Akin?s captor said. ?I thought he might be.?
?I wonder if it was really his kid.?
?Probably. It looks like him.?
?Jesus. I wonder what he had to do to get it. I mean, he didn?t just fuck a woman.?
?You know what he did. If you didn?t know, you would have died of old age or disease by now.?
Silence.
?So what do you think we can get for the kid?? a new voice asked.
?Whatever we want. A boy, almost perfect? Whatever they?ve got. He?s so valuable I wonder if we shouldn?t keep him.?
?Metal tools, glass, good cloth, a woman or two
And this kid might not even live to grow up. Or he might grow up and grow tentacles all over. So what if he looks good now. Doesn?t mean a thing.?
?And I?ll tell you something else,? Akin?s captor put in. ?Our chances, any man?s chances of seeing that kid grow up are rat shit. The worms are going to find him sooner or later, dead or alive. And the village they find him in is fucked.?
Someone else agreed. ?The only way is to get rid of him fast and get out of the area. Let someone else worry about how to hold him and how not to wind up dead or worse.?
Akin went out of the shelter, found a place to relieve himself and another place?a clearing where one of the larger trees had recently fallen?where the rain fell heavily enough for him to wash himself and to catch enough water to satisfy his thirst.
The men did not stop him, but one of them watched him. When he reentered the shelter, wet and glistening, carrying broad, flat wild banana leaves to sleep on, the men all stared at him.
?Whatever it is,? one of them said, ?it isn?t as Human as we thought. Who knows what it can do? I?ll be glad to get rid of it.?
?It?s just what we knew it was,? Akin?s captor said. ?A mongrel baby. I?ll bet it can do a lot more that we haven?t seen.?
?I?ll bet if we walked off and left it here it would survive and get home,? the man who had killed Tino said. ?And I?ll bet if we poisoned it, it wouldn?t die.?
An argument broke out over this as the men passed around their alcoholic drink and listened to the rain, which stopped then began again.
Akin grew more afraid of them, but even his fear could not keep him awake after a while. He had been relieved to know that they would trade him away to some other people?to Phoenix, perhaps. He could find Tino?s parents. Perhaps they would imagine that he looked like Tino, too. Perhaps they would let him live with them. He wanted to be among people who did not grab him painfully by a leg or an arm and carry him as though he had no more feeling than a piece of dead wood. He wanted to be among people who spoke to him and cared for him instead of people who either ignored him or drew away from him as though he were a poisonous insect or laughed at him. These men not only frightened him, they made him agonizingly lonely.
Sometime after dark, Akin awoke to find someone holding him and someone else trying to put something in his mouth.
He knew at once that the men had all had too much of their alcoholic drink. They stank of it. And their speech was thicker, harder to understand.
They had begun a small fire somehow, and in the light of it Akin could see two of them sprawled on the floor, asleep. The other three were busy with him, trying to feed him some beans they had mashed up.
He knew without his tongue touching the mashed beans that they were deadly. They were not to be eaten at all. Mashed as they were, they might incapacitate him before he could get rid of them. Then they would surely kill him.
He struggled and cried out as best he could without opening his mouth. His only hope, he thought, was to awaken the sleeping men and let them see how their trade goods were being destroyed.
But the sleeping men slept on. The men who were trying to feed him the beans only laughed. One of them held his nose and pried his mouth open.
In desperation, Akin vomited over the intruding hand.
The man jumped back cursing. He fell over one of the sleeping men and was thrown off into the fire.
There was a terrifying confusion of shouting and cursing and the shelter stank of vomit and sweat and drink. Men struggled with one another, not knowing what they were doing. Akin escaped outside just before they brought
