was much bigger than a housecat. Rane stared after it, wondering what it had been.
'Show-off,' Ingraham muttered. But he was smiling. The smile made him look years younger, less intense, saner. Rane dared to question him.
'What was that?' she asked.
'Jacob,' Ingraham answered. 'Stark naked as usual.' 'Naked?' Rane said, frowning. 'What was it?'
He led her onto the porch of an unpainted, but otherwise complete, wooden house. There he stopped her. 'Not 'it,' ' he said, 'him. That was one of Meda's kids. No, shut up and listen!'
Rane closed her mouth, swallowing her protests. But the running thing had definitely not been a child.
'Our kids look like that,' he said. 'You may as well get used to it because yours are going to look like that too. It's a disease that we have, and now you have it-or you'll soon get it. There isn't a damn thing you can do about it.'
With no further explanation, he took her into the house and turned her over to a tall, pregnant woman whose hair was almost long enough for her to trip over.
Lupe, the woman's name was. She was sharp-featured with thin arms and legs. In spite of her pregnancy, she clearly belonged among these people. She wore a caftan much like Keira's. Her pregnant belly looked like a balloon beneath it.
She reached for Rane with thin, grasping hands.
Rane drew back, but Ingraham still held her. She could not escape. The woman caught Rane's other arm and held it in a grip just short of painful. The thinness was deceptive. These people were all abnormally strong.
'Don't be afraid,' the woman said with a slight accent. 'We have to touch you, but we won't hurt you.' Her voice was the friendliest thing Rane had heard since her capture. Rane tried to relax, tried to trust the friendly voice.
'Why do you have to touch me?' she asked.
'Because you're not one of us yet,' Lupe said. 'You will be. Be still.' She reached up so quickly that Rane had no chance to struggle, and made scratches across Rane's left cheek.
Rane squealed in surprise and pain, and, too late, jerked her head back. 'What did you do that for?' she demanded. They ignored her. 'You're in a hurry,' Ingraham said to Lupe.
'Eli says the sooner the better with this one and her father,' Lupe told him.
'While he takes his time with his. Treats her like she'll break if he touches her.' 'She might. We never had anybody who was already sick.'
'Yeah. I got us a healthy one, though.'
They talked about her as though she were not there, Rane thought. Or as though she were no more than an animal who could not understand.
She tried to pull free when Lupe took her away from Ingraham and sat her down on a long wooden bench. There, finally, she released Rane and stood before her studying Rane's angry, hostile posture. Lupe shook her head.
'I lied,' she told Rane. 'We are going to hurt you. You're going to fight us every chance you get, aren't you? You're going to make us hurt you.' The corners of her mouth turned downward. 'Too bad. I can tell you from experience, it
won't help. It might kill you.'
Rane glanced at the woman's claws and said nothing. Lupe was as crazy as Ingraham and even more unpredictable with her soft words and sharp nails. Rane was terrified of her-and furious at her for inspiring fear. Why should one thin- limbed, pregnant woman be so frightening? One thin-limbed, startlingly strong, pregnant woman who sat down beside Rane and caressed Rane's arm absently.
Rane looked at Ingraham-actually found herself looking for help from the man who had held a gun to her head. To her utter humiliation, he laughed. Rane's vision blurred and for an instant, she saw herself smashing his head with a rock. Suddenly Lupe grasped her chin, turned her head until she could see only Lupe, hear only Lupe.
'Chica, nothing has ever truly hurt you before,' Lupe said. 'Nothing has even threatened you enough to make you believe you could die. Not even your sister's illness. So now you must learn a hard lesson very quickly. No, don't say anything yet. Just listen. You think I'm threatening you, but I'm not. At least, not in the way you believe. We have given you a disease that can kill you. That's what you need to understand. Some of our differences are signs of that disease. You must decide whether it's better to live with such signs or die. Listen.'
Rane listened. She heard about Eli and the Clay's Ark and Proxima Centauri Two. She listened, but she believed almost nothing.
'You know,' Lupe said when she had been talking for perhaps a half hour, 'sometimes I look around and everything seems to be the wrong color. The sun is too bright and . . . not red. I feel surprised that it isn't red. I couldn't figure out
what was going on when it first happened. It scared me. But when I told Eli, he said Proxi was red. A cool red star with its three planets hugging in close around it. He bought some red light bulbs in Needles and put them in his den. They're not right either, really, but every now and then I go over there. Every now and then, everyone goes over there and stays for a while. It relaxes us. When things start to smell funny to you and you feel like you want to eat a live rabbit or rape a man, we'll take you over there. It helps. Keeps you from jumping out of your skin.'
'I've got a better solution for that last feeling,' Ingraham said, grinning. He had gone away and come back. Now he sat watching Rane in a way that made her nervous. In spite of the huge meal Rane had seen him eat, he was munching nuts from a dish on the coffee table.
Lupe looked at him and smiled-all teeth. 'You touch her like that and I'll cut your thing off.'
Ingraham laughed, got up and kissed her, then stood before her, smiling. 'You want me to get one of the kids for her to see?'
'Get Jacob if you can catch up with him.' 'Okay.' He went out.
Looking after him, Rane sorted out two impressions. First, that Lupe meant her threat absolutely. She would kill him if she caught him with Rane or any other woman. Second, he knew it. He enjoyed her possessiveness. Thus Rane was
probably safe from him in one way at least. Thank God.
'You're bright,' Lupe said to her softly. 'Very bright, but stubborn. You think you can choose your realities. You can't.'
Rane made herself meet the woman's eyes. 'Reality,' she said with contempt. 'My father is a doctor. He really could have gone out on the Ark. He has valuable training, he was within the age range when it left, and he was in good
physical shape. Would you believe me if I told you he was a fugitive astronaut?'
'Not if you're his kid, honey. Nobody with young kids went. No white guy married to a black woman went either. Things never got that loose.'
'And no ignorant con artist who can barely speak English went,' Rane snapped. 'If Eli's convinced you he did, you're no smarter than he is!'
Surprisingly, Lupe smiled. 'You're a lot less tolerant than I would have expected. A lot less observant too. But it doesn't matter. Here's Jacob.'
Ingraham came into the room carrying a small, large-eyed, brown boy. The boy was slender-without childish pudginess- but not bone-thin like the adults. He wore a pair of blue shorts, but no shirt. He was startlingly beautiful,
Rane realized when he turned in Ingraham's arms and faced her. But there was something odd about him. He seemed
nothing like the thing that had run past her outside, but he did appear to be built for speed. An odd, slender little boy. 'Come on, nino,' Lupe said. 'Let's show you off a little bit. Come sit with us.'
The boy scrambled against Ingraham, braced, and leaped to the bench on which Rane and Lupe sat. He landed next to Rane, who started violently. Jacob had leaped like a cat and landed on all fours. His legs and arms were clearly intended to be used this way. He was a quadruped. He had hands, however, and fingers. He looked at them, following
Rane's eyes.
'They work,' he said in a clear, slightly deeper than average child's voice. 'They work like yours.' He grasped her arm with the small, startlingly strong, hard hands. Sharp little nails dug into her flesh, and she drew away. Squatting, the boy sniffed his hands, then wiped them on his shorts.
'You smell,' he told Rane, and leaped off the bench and onto it again next to Lupe. Lupe laughed. 'Shame, Jacob. That's not nice to say.'
'She does,' the boy insisted.
'She's not one of us yet. She will be soon. Then she'll smell different.'
Rane completely passed over the insult in her fascination with the boy-the whatever-it-was. 'Can he walk on his feet alone?' she asked Lupe.
'Not so well,' Lupe answered. 'He tries sometimes because we all do, but it's not natural to him. He gets tired, even sore if he keeps at it. And it's too slow for him. You like to move fast, don't you, nino?' She lifted the strange little
body and placed it on her lap. Jacob immediately put his ear to her belly. 'I can hear it,' he announced.
'Hear the baby?' Rane asked.
'Its heartbeat,' Lupe said. 'He can hear it without putting his ear to me. It's just a game he likes. He says this one's going to be a girl. He doesn't understand how he can tell, but he knows. Smell, maybe.'
'Guessing, maybe,' Rane said.
'Oh no, he does know. He's called it right four times so far. Now women come and ask him.' 'But . . . but, Lupe-'
'Stop for a moment,' Lupe said. Then to the boy, 'Okay, nino. Back out to play. Take some nuts.'
The boy leaped down from her lap, trotted on all fours to the china nut dish on the plain, homemade coffee table. He took a handful of nuts, stuffed them into the pocket of his shorts and zipped it shut. He seemed to have no trouble using his hands. They were smaller than Rane thought they should have been, but he was less clumsy with them than a normal child would have been. He was
