Iduna

'No!' Tetray shook his head. 'Not the same. A beast is a life form basically similar to ourselves. It has feelings, the need to survive, the desire to breed. It suffers and can know contentment. To hunt it down, to kill it for the fur it bears- horrible!'

'Yet you engaged Earl to rid you of a pest.'

'Because it was that-a pest. We lost a score of kine to it and double that number of sheep were killed and savaged. Even human life was at risk and the welfare of a child must outweigh all other considerations. There can be no expediency when dealing with the problems confronting the young.' Tetray sipped at his wine and added, 'We were fortunate in having an experienced man staying as a guest in our village who was willing to help us.'

'But you have your own hunters,' said Mtombo softly. 'What of them?'

'I deplore them.' Tetray looked at his wine then lifted his head to stare at the agent. 'But we cannot rely on having an experienced hunter visit us when we need such an expert. We must have men trained and ready against predators from the hills.'

'And those from the cities? From other worlds?'

'Men?' Tetray looked baffled. 'What have we to fear from them?'

A question the Hausi didn't answer, looking instead at Dumarest who sat with his untouched wine, his eyes holding a cynical gleam.

Dumarest said, 'I've mentioned it before, Tetray. You lack any protection.'

'Against what?'

'Those who could do you harm. The most savage predators you could ever know come in the form of men.'

'Slavers?' The Elder shrugged. 'Oh, I've heard of such, but how are they to be taken seriously? And what would they want here? Onorldi is a peaceful world with no mines or installations needing a continual influx of cheap labor.'

'There are ships,' said Mtombo bluntly. 'And it could pay to transport victims if they are easy to obtain. I mention this, my friend, because I wish you well. But as a guest I will not intrude on the subject again. But you, Earl, about your catch. Two hundred either in cash or to your credit. A deal?'

'If you include transportation to the city, yes.'

'A deal.' The Hausi smiled his pleasure at a successful trade. 'And if you want me to arrange a passage for you I will be honored.' He added dryly, 'And naturally you can rely on my discretion.'

A hint? A Hausi knew more than he divulged and he could have been curious as to why a man should choose to isolate himself in a secluded village. A curiosity stimulated, perhaps, by questions as to his knowledge of such a man.

Dumarest said, 'I'll arrange my own passage. When do we leave?'

'My raft will return tomorrow evening. Once loaded there will be no reason for delay.' Mtombo lifted his glass, a toast to seal the agreement. 'We shall be in the city the following night.'

And after that into space again, to travel the void to another world, to ask more questions and to continue the search. To take the clues he had and to turn them into definite answers. To find the exact location of Earth.

Outside Dumarest halted to tilt his head and stare up at the sky. It was brilliant with stars, swaths of shimmering luminescence, curtains of jewel-crusted splendor, even the dust clouds mottling the firmament edged with a sheen of scintillant glory. Too much brightness and too many stars; the view he longed to see would be relatively dark with minute dots gleaming in isolated splendor, stars set in patterns which would be signposts in the sky, the visible symbols of reassurance that he was, finally, home.

Home!

He felt the old, familiar ache, the emptiness and drag of hope too often frustrated, too often betrayed. A man alone with his heart and mind and body set on a single determination: to find the world of his birth and return to it. But Onorldi was not near to Earth. No star in this sector could be the one which warmed the planet he sought. To find it he had to move on and, already, he could have left it too late.

'Earl?' The voice whispered from the shadows. 'Is that you, Earl?'

'Who is it?' He relaxed as a figure stepped into view, starlight silvering the hair, deepening the lines graven on sunken cheeks. 'Hainan, what can I do for you?'

'For me nothing, Earl, but Lenz is opening a new vat to celebrate young Arthen getting up the courage to ask for Michelle's hand in marriage and, naturally, you have to join us.' He stepped a little closer and Dumarest could tell from his breath the man hadn't waited for company to begin his celebrations. 'It's good wine, Earl.'

Thick and rich and served in goblets carved from a finely grained wood the natural scent of the timber adding an extra dimension to the pungency of the wine. Dumarest sipped and nodded his appreciation.

'You like it, Earl?' Lenz beamed as he lifted a jug and refilled drained goblets. 'Three years in the making and I'm not going to tell you what went into it. Something special I've saved to celebrate my daughter's betrothal.' He added, grinning, 'And I've something even better put by for the first birthing.'

'The first and many to follow,' said Hainan holding out his empty container. 'Your health, Lenz.'

'Your health!'

The toast roared to shake the air of the cellar in which they were gathered. A blast which shook the flames riding on the squat bodies of candles, causing them to dance and, in the guttering light, the faces of those invited seemed to shift and move and to adopt strange and eerie configurations. A moment only and then the illusion was past and they seemed what they were; a group of friends gathered to drink and share the happiness of their host.

'Arthen's a good lad,' said Lenz. 'And I know Michelle's been waiting for him to speak for a long time now. In fact I was just getting ready to have a quiet word with the boy myself.' He smiled at his clenched hand-he would never have used it and they all knew it. 'But thanks to Earl that wasn't necessary.'

'Why?' said a man. 'What did he do?'

'Took him out, kept him away, made him hungry for a little comfort. There's nothing like a good, long hunt to get the juice rising in a man. Right, lad?'

Arthen grunted. He sat in the rear with his back against a wall one shoulder leaning against a barrel and had remained invisible until now. From his expression Dumarest guessed that he would have preferred to remain that way.

He said, 'Arthen didn't need encouraging. In fact he damned near ran my legs off. Now I know why he was in such a hurry to get back.'

The man who had spoken before said dryly, 'Maybe he was afraid of getting hurt.'

'No.'

'No?' The man reached out and rested his fingers on Dumarest's tunic. The plastic was scarred, glints of metal showing from the buried mesh. 'A close thing, eh?'

'Shut up, Marl,' said Lenz sharply.

'I was only asking. Those rips look to me as if caused by claws. Maybe someone wasn't doing his job?'

Someone too tense who had acted too slowly. The beast had been killed but there had been a mate and Arthen who should have maintained watch had been taken by surprise.

Things Dumarest didn't mention and the boy was glad of it but he was too honest to remain silent.

'I slipped,' he admitted. 'There was a mate and I fired too late and missed. The second shot only wounded it and it took three days to track it down.'

Lenz said sharply, 'But it's dead?'

'Yes. A gravid female. Earl got it with a long shot and knocked it from a ridge. It fell into a crevasse and it would have been too difficult to have recovered the body.'

'But it's dead?'

'It's dead. Earl made sure of that.'

Lenz sighed his relief. 'Thank God for that. A gravid female-a few months and we'd have been overrun with the things.'

'And would have been if it had been left to Arthen.' Marl tore at the incident like a dog worrying a bone. A man betraying his jealousy and frustration and doing his best to rob his successful rival of his moment of triumph. 'It was a mistake to have sent him out. No boy can hope to do a man's job.'

'But a boy can learn,' said Dumarest. 'And when he does he stops being a boy.' More loudly he said, 'Arthen,