She nodded, mouth pulled tight. Small lines had gathered between her eyes. ?Is it true?? she asked. ?Have they killed him??
Akin bit his lips, suddenly caught by the woman?s emotion. ?I think so. Nothing could save him unless an Oankali found him quickly?and no Oankali heard when I screamed for help.?
The man stepped close to Akin, wearing an expression Akin had never seen before?yet he understood it. ?Which one of them killed him?? the man demanded. His voice was very low, and only Akin and the two women heard. The doctor, slightly behind the man, shook her head. Her eyes were like his Human father Joseph?s had been?more narrow than round. Akin had been waiting for a chance to ask her whether she was Chinese. Now, though, her eyes were big with fear. Akin knew fear when he saw it.
?One who died,? Akin lied quietly. ?His name was Tilden. He had a sickness that made him bleed and hurt and hate everyone. The other men called it an ulcer. One day, he
threw up too much blood, and he died. I think the others buried him. One of them took me away so I wouldn?t see.?
?You know that he?s dead? You?re sure??
?Yes. The others were angry and sad and dangerous for a long time after that. I had to be very careful.?
The man stared at him for a long time, trying to see what any Oankali would have known at a touch, what this man would never know. He had loved Tino, this man. How could Akin, even without the doctor?s warning, send him with his bare hands to face a man who had a gun, who had three friends with guns?
Tino?s father turned from Akin and went to the other side of the room, where both Rinaldis, the two women who had come in, and the four raiders were talking, shouting, gesturing. They had, Akin realized, begun the business of trading for him. Tino?s father was smaller than most of the men, but when he stalked into their midst, everyone stopped talking. Perhaps it was the look on the man?s face that made Iriarte finger the rifle beside him.
?Is there one of you called Tilden?? Tino?s father asked. His voice was calm and soft.
The raiders did not answer for a moment. Then, ironically, it was Damek who said, ?He died, mister. That ulcer of his finally got him.?
?Did you know him?? Iriarte asked.
?I would like to have met him,? Tino?s father said. And he walked out of the house. Tate Rinaldi looked over at Akin, but no one else seemed to pay attention to him. Attention shifted from Tino?s father back to the subject of the trade. Tino?s mother smoothed back Akin?s hair and looked into his face for a moment.
?What was my son to you?? she asked.
?He took the place of my dead Human father.?
She closed her eyes for a moment, and tears ran down her face. Finally she kissed his cheek and went away.
?Akin,? the doctor said softly, ?did you tell them the truth??
Akin looked at her and decided not to answer. He wished he had not told Tate Rinaldi the truth. She had sent Tino?s parents to him. It would have been better not to meet them at all until the raiders had gone away. He had to remember, had to keep reminding himself how dangerous Human beings were.
?Never tell them,? Yori whispered. His silence had apparently told her enough. ?There has been enough killing. We die and die and no one is born.? She put her hands on either side of his face and looked at him, her expression shifting from pain to hatred to pain to something utterly unreadable. She hugged him suddenly, and he was afraid she would crush him or scratch him with her nails or thrust him away from her and hurt him. There was so much suppressed emotion in her, so much deadly tension in her body.
She left him. She spoke for a few moments with Rinaldi, then left the house.
10
Bargaining went on into the night. People ate and drank and told stories and tried to outtrade one another. Tate gave Akin what she called a decent vegetarian meal, and he did not tell her that it was not decent at all. It did not contain nearly enough protein to satisfy him. He ate it, then slipped out a door at the back of the house and supplemented his meal with peas and seed from her garden. He was eating these things when the shooting began inside.
The first shot startled him so much that he fell over. As he stood up, there were more shots. He took several steps toward the house, then stopped. If he went in, someone might shoot him or step on him or kick him. When the shooting stopped, he would go in. If Iriarte or Tate called him, he would go in.
There was the noise of furniture smashing?heavy bodies thrown about, people shouting, cursing. It was as though the people inside intended to destroy both the house and themselves.
Other people rushed into the house, and the sounds of fighting increased, then died.
When there had been several moments of silence, Akin went up the steps and into the house, moving slowly but not quietly. He made small noises deliberately, hoping he would be heard and seen and known not to be dangerous.
He saw first broken dishes. The clean, neat room where Tate had given him pineapple and talked to him was now littered with broken dishes and broken furniture. He had to move very carefully to avoid cutting his feet. His body healed faster than the bodies of Humans, but he found injuring himself just as painful as they seemed to.
Blood.
He could smell it strongly enough to be frightened. Someone must be dead with so much blood spilled.
In the living room, there were people lying on the floor and others tending them. In one corner, Iriarte lay untended.
Akin ran toward the man. Someone caught him before he could reach Iriarte and picked him up in spite of his struggles and cries.
