“That will be done,” Malsas‹ agreed. “We have been breeding hesotsan and training fargi in the use of these weapons. When you return the uruketo will carry as many armed fargi as it can hold. Two of the smaller uruketo are reported ready for a longer sea voyage. They will carry fargi as well. What else?”
“Creatures to spy, creatures to kill. Yilane are not jungle killers, but Yilane of science can breed those creatures that will do this to perfection.”
“This is being seen to as well,” Lekmelik said. “Much work has already been accomplished. Now that the sampling of the tissue of your ustuzou has been done the work will proceed to its conclusion. Ikemei who is supervising all of this work is waiting close by to be summoned. She will explain.”
“Then everything that can be done has been done,” Vainte said, expressing pleasure and gratitude with every movement of her body.
“It has,” Malsas‹ said, but there was a touch of displeasure behind her words. “Started but not finished. And the flow of time is not kind to us. Those who care about such things have returned early from Teskhets. They report a cold summer, an early autumn. They fear for a long and violent winter. We must proceed always with care — but we must proceed.”
The emphasis in her words, the bitter anger and the fear was so strong that those who listened to her swayed backwards beneath the wave of emotion. They shared the fear for long moments before Malsas‹ broke the silence.
“Send for Ikemei. We will hear what has been done.”
They were not only to hear about the research progress, but were to see the results with their own eyes. Ikemei entered, followed by a train of heavy-laden fargi, who hurriedly put their burdens down and left. Ikemei pulled the covering from a cage that was large enough to hold a grown Yilane.
“The ruler of the skies,” she said proudly, her single eye bulging. “A raptor of skill, strength — and intelligence.”
The great bird ruffled its feathers and turned its head about slowly to look at them. The hooked beak was made for tearing flesh, the long wings for flying high, fast, tirelessly. The bird’s toes were tipped with curled sharp claws designed only for killing. The creature did not like to be stared at. It shook its wings and screeched angrily. Ikemei pointed to an elongated, dark object that clung to one of the raptor’s ankles with tight-wrapped toes.
“This beast is a neurological image recorder,” she said. “Very much improved for this use. As I am sure you know an image from its eye is focused on a membrane within. Neurons then store the image in microganglia for future retrieval. Since single images are being stored, not memories of complex series or motions, there is almost no limit to the number of these images that can be recorded.”
“Images of what?” Malsas‹ asked abruptly, bored by the technical talk, little of which she understood.
“Images of whatever we wish to record, Eistaa,” Ikemei said. “This bird is almost immune to cold — the creatures fly at very high altitudes while searching for their prey. Therefore after its training had been completed this creature was instructed to fly north. The training has been most successful. Normally the creature has no interest in longtooth, carnivorous ustuzou that dwell far to the north. They offer it no threat and are too large to attack and eat. But the bird is well-trained and knows that it will be rewarded if it follows instructions. This one flew far to the north. And, here, we can see exactly what it saw.”
Ikemei opened one of the parcels and took out a bundle of prints. They were grainy, black and white, but very impressive. She had arranged them in dramatic order. First a field of white with black dots upon it. Then the swoop, the dots took shape, then were clear. Four-legged, fur-covered ustuzou. One of them grew, filled the print, looked up with snarling jaws, curved teeth protruding. Then jumped aside at the threat of the attacking bird. This last print was the most dramatic of all for the wing-spread shadow of the raptor lay across the longtooth and the snow. When Malsas‹ had finished looking at them Vainte took the pictures with eager hands, excitement growing as she went through them.
“It can be trained to search for any creature?”
“Any.”
“Even the ustuzou I brought from Alpeasak?”
“Particularly that ustuzou. It will search and it will find and it will return. Where it has been can easily be determined by using the pictures of its flight to prepare a map.”
“This is the weapon I need! The ustuzou move in small packs, while the country is large. We found one pack and destroyed it easily. Now we will find the others…”
“And you will destroy them in the same way,” Malsas‹ said.
“We will. I promise you — we will.”
“I am pleased. Vainte, remain. Everyone else will now retire.”
Malsas‹ sat in frozen silence until the heavy doors had closed behind their backs. Only then did she move, and as she turned to face Vainte she expressed unhappiness and more than a suggestion of fear. The Eistaa of Inegban* unhappy and afraid? There could be only one cause. Vainte understood, and her movements echoed those of Malsas‹ as she spoke.
“It is the Daughters of Death, is it not?”
“It is. They will not die — and their numbers grow.”
“Nor will they die in Alpeasak. In the beginning, yes, the work was hard and the dangers many. But now that we have grown and prospered it is not the same. They are injured, some die. But not enough.”
“You will take some of the worst offenders with you in the uruketo when you return. The ones that talk in public, who make converts.”
“I will. But each one I take means one less armed fargi. In Alpeasak these deathless creatures impede me because they will not aid in the destruction of the ustuzou. They are a burden.”
“Equally so in Inegban*.”
“I will take them. But only in the new and unproven uruketo.”
Malsas‹’s sign of assent had small overtones of respect.
“You are hard and dangerous, Vainte. If the young uruketo fail to cross the ocean, their failure will also be a success.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
“Good. We will talk of these matters again before you return to Alpeasak. Now — I am tired and the day has been long.”
Vainte made a most formal withdrawal — but once the door had closed she had to fight to prevent her elation from being revealed. She was filled with thoughts of the future as she walked through the city, and her body moved to mirror those thoughts. There was not only elation, but death was very present as well, so much so that the fargi she passed moved quickly away from her. She was hungry now and went to the nearest place of meat. Many were waiting and she ordered them from her path. Vainte ate well, then washed the meat from her hands and went to her quarters. They were both functional and comfortable, yet also highly decorated with woven and patterned cloth.
The fargi hurried away at her abrupt command. All except the one that she signaled to her.
“You,” she ordered. “Seek out my ustuzou with the leashed neck and bring it here.”
It took some time because the fargi had no idea where to look. But she spoke to fargi she met who spoke to others and the command passed through the living fabric of the city until it reached one who saw Kerrick.
Vainte had almost forgotten the order by the time he arrived, was deeply involved in planning the future. Memory returned instantly when he entered.
“This has been a day of success, a day of my success,” she said. Speaking to herself, not knowing or caring what he responded. Inlenu* settled down comfortably on her tail, facing the woven cloth on the wall, enjoying its patterns in her own almost mindless way.
Vainte pulled Kerrick down beside her and stripped away his fur coverings. Laughing when he tried to draw away from her, exciting herself as she excited him.
Kerrick was no longer frightened by what happened. It felt too good. When it was over and she pushed him from her he went regretfully. Hoping already that this thing would happen again and again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
