It sounded like the youngster was exhausted. His pursuer was clearly catching up.
But if he swung to the east he would give his own pursuer a chance to catch up…
But he might also distract K'tha-Jon, force him to turn around.
It didn't become a Terragens officer. It didn't reflect Keneenk. But he couldn't decide logically.
He wished some distant, great-great-grandchild of his were here now, a fully mature and logical dolphin who could tell his crude, half-animal ancestor what to do.
Keepiru sighed. What makes me think they'll let me have great-grandchildren, anyway?
He chose to be true to himself. He banked the sled to the left and pulled the engine throttle one more notch into the red.'
55 ::: Charles Dart
One of the two Earthlings in the room — the human — rummaged through dresser drawers and distractedly tossed things into an open valise on the bed. He listened while the chimpanzee talked.
'… the probe is down below two kilometers. The radioactivity's rising fast, and the temperature gradient, too. I'm not sure the probe will last more'n another few hundred meters, yet the shaft keeps going!
'Anyway I'm now positive that there's been garbage dumping by a technological race, and recently! Like hundreds of years ago!'
'That's very interesting, Dr. Dart. Really, it is.' Ignacio Metz tried not to show his exasperation. One had to be patient with chimps, especially Charles Dart. Still, it was hard to pack while the chimp ran on and on, perched on a chair in his stateroom.
Dart went on obliviously. 'If anything made me appreciate Toshio, as inefficient as that boy is, it's having to work with that lousy dolphin linguist Sah'ot! Still, I was gettin' good data until Tom Orley's damned bomb went off and Sah'ot started hollering stuff about 'voices' from below! Crazy bloody fin…'
Metz sorted his belongings. Now where is my blue land-suit? Oh yes, it's already packed. Let's see. Duplicates of all my notes are already loaded aboard the boat. What else is there?
'… I said, Dr. Metz!'
'Hmmm?' He looked up quickly. 'I'm sorry, Dr. Dart. It's all these sudden changes and all. I'm sure you understand. What were you saying?'
Dart groaned in exasperation. 'I said I want to go with you! To you this trip may be a form of exile, but to me it'd be an escape! I've got to get out to where my work is!' He pounded the wall and showed two rows of large, yellowed teeth.
Metz thought for a moment, shaking his head. Exile? Perhaps Takkata-Jim looked at it that way. Certainly he and Gillian were like oil and water. She was determined to set in motion Orley's and Creideiki's Trojan Seahorse plan. Takkata-Jim was just as adamant resisting it.
Metz agreed with Takkata-Jim, and had been surprised when the lieutenant meekly resigned his acting-captaincy at the ship's council meeting, appointing Gillian in command until Hikahi could be recalled. That meant the Seahorse scheme would go forward after all. Streaker was to begin her underwater move in a few hours.
If the ruse was really to be tried, Metz was just as happy to be gone from the ship. The longboat was spacious, and comfortable enough. In it, he and his notes would be safe. The records of his special experiments would get to Earth eventually, even when… if Streaker was destroyed trying to escape.
Besides, now he could join Dennie Sudman in examining the Kiqui. Metz was more than a little eager to get a look at the pre-sentients.
'You'll have to talk to Gillian about coming with us, Charlie,' he shook his head. 'She's letting us take your new robot with us to the island. You may have to settle for that.'
'But you and Takkata-Jim promised that if I cooperated, if I kept quiet to Toshio earlier, and was willing to give you my proxy on the council…'
The chimp lapsed when he saw the expression on Metz's face. Charlie's lips pressed close together and he got up to his feet.
'Thanks for nuthin'!' he growled as he went for the door.
'Now, Charlie…'
Dart marched out into the hall. The shutting door cut off Metz's last words.
The chimp walked along the sloping corridor, head bowed in determination.
'I gotta get out there!' He grumbled. 'There's gotta be a way!'
56 ::: Sah'ot
When Gillian called to ask that he talk to Creideiki, his first thought had been to rebel over the workload.
'I know, I know,' her tiny simulacrum had agreed, 'but you're the only one I can spare who has the qualifications. Let's rephrase that. You are the only one for the job. Creideiki is clearly aware and alert, but he can't talk! We need someone to help him communicate through parts of his brain that weren't damaged. You're our expert.'
Sah'ot had never really liked Creideiki. And the type of injury the captain had suffered made Sah'ot feel queasy. Still, the challenge appealed to his vanity.
'What about Charlesss Dart? He's been driving Toshio and me until our flukes droop, and he has top priority on this line.'
In the small holo image Gillian looked very tired. 'Not any more he doesn't. We're sending out a new probe with Takkata-Jim and Metz, one he'll be able to control himself by commlink. Until then, his project takes last place. Last place. Is that understood?'
Sah'ot clapped his jaw loudly in assent. It felt good to hear decisive leadership again. The fact that the voice was that of a human he respected helped, too.
'This bit-t about Metz and Takkata-Jim…'
'I've filled in Toshio.' Gillian said. 'He'll brief you when the chance comes. He is in absolute charge now. You're to obey him with alacrity. Is that clear?'
Gillian never lost her vocabulary under pressure. Sah'ot liked that. 'Yesss. Eminently. Now, about these resonances I'm getting from the planet's crust. What shall I do? They are, to my knowledge, totally unprecedented! Can you ssspare someone to do a Library search for me?'
Gillian frowned. 'You say resonances of apparent intelligent origin are coming from deep in Kithrup's crust?'
'Exactly.'
Gillian rolled her eyes. 'Ifni! To explore this world in peace and quiet would demand a decade of work by a dozen survey ships!' She shook her head. 'No. My quick guess is that some formation of probability-sensitive rock below the surface is resonating with emanations from the battle overhead. In any event, it comes after the other priorities: security, the Kiqui, and talking to Creideiki. You've got a mouthful to deal with already.'
Sah'ot stifled a protest. Complaining would only get Gillian to order him explicitly away from the probe. She hadn't yet, so it would be best to stay quiet.
'Now think about your options,' Gillian reminded him. 'If Streaker makes a break for it, we'll try to get the skiff out to pick up Tom and whoever wants to join us from the island. You can choose to come along, or stay with Metz and Takkata-Jim and wait it out in the longboat. Inform Toshio of your decision.'
'I undersstand. I'll think about it.' Somehow the issue seemed less urgent than it would have a few days ago. The sounds from below were having an effect on him.
'If I stay, I still wish you all the best of luck,' he added.
'You too, mel-fin.' Gillian smiled. 'You're a strange duck, but if I get home, I'm going to recommend you get lots of grandchildren.' Her image vanished as she broke the connection.
Sah'ot stared at the blank screen. The compliment, wholly unexpected, left him momentarily stunned. Then a few Kiqui who were foraging nearby were surprised to see a large dolphin rise up onto his tail and dance about the small pool.
* To be noticed by -
A humpback
* To be credited
At last
For being me *
57 ::: Dennie and Toshio
'I'm afraid.'
Almost without a thought, Toshio put his arm around Dennie's shoulder. He gave her a reassuring squeeze. 'What for? There's nothing to be scared of.'
Dennie looked up from the pounding breakers to see if be was serious. Then she realized she was being teased. She stuck out her tongue at him.
Toshio inhaled deeply and was content. It wasn't clear to him where his new semi-relationship with Dennie was going. It wasn't physical, for one thing. They had slept together last night, but fully clothed. Toshio had thought it would be frustrating, and it was, sort of. But not as much as he had expected.
It would work out, one way or another. Right now Dennie needed someone to be nearby. It was satisfying just filling that need.
Maybe, when all this was over, she would go back to thinking of him as a boy, four years her junior. Somehow he doubted it. She was touching him more now, rather than less, holding his arm and punching him in mock anger, even as shivers from the psi-bomb episode faded.
'When are they supposed to get here with the longboat?' She looked back over the ocean once more. 'Late tomorrow, sometime,' he answered.
