Humans, he was already dead. The large-caliber bullet fired at close range had gone through his heart and come out of his back just missing his spine. I had all I could do to keep him alive while I repaired the heart. The Humans would not murder me. The moment for that had passed.
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I was hungry when I finished the healing. I was almost weak with hunger. And the scent of Jesusa and TomAs so nearby was tormenting. I could not let the Humans keep them from me much longer.
I began to pay attention to my immediate surroundings again and found myself looking into the eyes of the man I had just healed.
?I was shot,? he said. ?I remember
but it doesn?t hurt.?
?You?re healed,? I said. I hugged him. ?Thank you for shielding me.?
He said nothing. He sat up when I did and looked around at the people who had gathered around us and sat down. We were the center of a ring of elders and aged fertiles?people who looked ancient, but were not nearly as old as the youthful-looking elders. There were no females present.
?Give me something to eat,? I told them. ?Plant material. No meat.?
No one moved or spoke.
I looked at the guard I had just healed. ?Get me something, please.?
He nodded. No one stopped him from going out, though everyone was armed.
I sat still and waited. Eventually the Humans would begin to talk to me. They were playing a game now, trying to make me uneasy, trying to put me at more of a disadvantage than I was. A small, Human, hierarchical game. They might not let my guard back in. Well, I was uncomfortably hungry, not desperately hungry. And I didn?t know their game well enough to play it. At some time they would probably take pleasure in telling me what they intended to do to me. I was in no hurry to hear that. I didn?t expect to like it.
I almost slept. My guard came back with a dish of cooked beans and some grain and fruit that I did not recognize. A good meal. I thanked him and sent him away because I was afraid he would speak for me and get into trouble.
Sometime later, Francisco came in. There were three more elders with him. From their looks, they were probably the oldest males in the village. They were gray-haired, and their faces were deeply lined. One of them walked with a severe limp. The other two were gaunt and bent. They had probably been old before the war.
These four sat down facing me, and Francisco spoke quietly. ?Are you all right??
I looked at him, trying to guess what his situation was. Why had he come? It was too late for him to play the part he had promised to play. He was holding himself very tightly, yet trying hard to seem relaxed. I decided not to recognize him?for now.
?My mates are still imprisoned,? I said.
?We?ll let you see them soon. We want you to know first what we?ve decided.?
I waited.
?You?ve said your people will be coming here.?
?Yes.?
?You?ll wait here for them.? His body inclined toward me, full of repressed tension. It was important to him that I accept what he was saying.
I kept quiet, turned my face away from him so that I could watch him without making him feel watched. There was no triumph in him, no slyness, no sign that he was doing anything more than telling me what his people had decided?and perhaps hoping that I didn?t give him away.
?The guards have captured your companion,? Francisco said in the same quiet way. ?It will be brought here soon.?
?Aaor?? I asked. ?Is it injured? Is anyone injured??
?Nothing serious. Your companion was shot in the leg, but it seems to have healed itself. One of our people whom you?ve tampered with was injured slightly.?
?Who? Which one??
?Santos Ibarra Ruiz.?
Of course. I shook my head. Someone in the group of elders groaned. ?Is he all right?? I asked.
?Our guards heard him arguing with someone in your companion?s party,? Francisco said. ?When they investigated and took prisoners, Santos bit one of them. He was clubbed. He?s all right except for a few bruises and a headache.?
Santos had given Aaor away. Who but Santos would? How many lives had he endangered or destroyed?
?What will happen to the Humans we?ve
tampered with?? I asked.
?We haven?t decided yet,? Francisco said. ?Nothing probably.?
?They should be hanged,? someone muttered. ?Supposed to be on watch
.?
?They were taken by surprise,? Francisco said. ?If I hadn?t decided to come down and sleep in my own bed, I could have been taken myself.?
