silent. Keepiru built a mental map of the surrounding area from the reflections that came to him, and knew that some of those images were subtly crafted constructs. The giant was nearby, using his immensely talented sonic organs to place an overlay of untruth over the echoes of this place.
Keepiru wished he could see. But the midnight clouds cast everything into darkness. Only faintly phosphorescent plants illuminated the seascape.
He rose to the surface for breath, and looked at the faint, silvery underlining of the clouds. In a dismal, gloomy drizzle, the vegetation on the hulking metal- mounds swished and swayed.
Keepiru took seven breaths then descended again. Down below was where the battle would be settled.
Phantoms swam through the open channels. A false echo seemed to present an opening directly to the north, the direction Keepiru had been trying to lead the chase, but on careful examination he concluded it was an illusion.
Another such fake passage earlier had fooled him until, at the last moment, he had swerved away, too late to keep from slamming into the vine-covered verge of a metal-mound. Battered, he had fought free of the tangle just in time to escape a ramming. K'tha-Jon's giant muzzle missed him by inches. As he fled, Keepiru was struck by a grazing bolt from the laser rifle. It had seared a hot burn into his left side. It hurt like bloody hell.
Only his greater maneuverability had enabled him to escape that time, to find a refuge to ride out waves of pain.
He could probably elude the pseudo-Orca in time. But time was not on his side. K'tha-Jon had dedicated himself to a ritual hunt and spared no thought for anything beyond it.
He did not plan to return to civilization. All he had to do was prevent Keepiru from reporting back, and trust Ignacio Metz to protect his birthright back on Earth.
Keepiru, though, had responsibilities. And Streaker wouldn't wait for him if she got a chance to flee.
Still, he thought. Am I really trying all that hard to get away?
He frowned and shook his head. Two hours ago he had been almost sure he had lost K'tha-Jon. Instead of making good his escape, he had turned around, under some rationalization he couldn't even remember now, until he picked up the giant's sound-scent again. His enemy felt him, too. In moments the hunt-scream pealed forth, and the mutant was after him again.
Why did I do that?
An idea glimmered for a moment… the truth… But Keepiru thrust it aside. K'tha-Jon was coming. He barely noticed the thrill of adrenalin that overcame the pain of his bruises and burns.
The illusions vanished like an unraveling bank of fog, dissolving into constituent clicks and whispers. In a swirl of powerful fluke strokes, the giant entered the channel below Keepiru. The white countershading of the sport's belly showed against the gloom as K'tha-Jon rose for air, then swam past Keepiru's niche, casting pulse-beams of search sonar in front of him.
Keepiru waited until the monster had passed, then rose to the surface himself. He blew softly five times, then sank without moving a fin.
The monster was ten meters away. Keepiru made no sound as K'tha-Jon ascended and blew again. But as the Stenos descended, Keepiru aimed a tight burst of clicks to carom off two metal-mounds across the channel.
The semi-Orca swerved quickly and dashed to Keepiru's left, passing almost beneath him, chasing the illusion.
Like a diving missile, Keepiru dropped, nose first, toward his enemy.
The hunter's senses were incredible, for all of Keepiru's unnatural quiet. K'tha-Jon heard something behind him and swiveled like a dervish to come upright in the water, half facing Keepiru.
The angle was suddenly wrong for a ramming or raking.
The laser rifle swung toward him, and the giant jaws. To abort and flee would invite a sure laser blast!
Keepiru had a sudden flash of memory. He remembered his tactics instructor at the academy, lecturing about the benefits of surprise.
'…It's the one unique weapon in our arsenal, as sentient Earthlings, that others cannot duplicate… :'
Keepiru accelerated, and pulled up in front of K'tha-Jon, coming belly to belly with the astonished creature. He grinned.
* Who can deny
An attentive suitor -
* Let's dance! *
Keepiru's harness whined, and the three waldo-arms snapped out to grab K'tha-Jon's and lock them into place.
The stunned ex-bosun screamed in rage and snapped his jaws at Keepiru, but he couldn't bend far enough. He tried to lash out with his massive flukes, but Keepiru's tail flexed back and forth with his adversary's in perfect rhythm.
Keepiru felt an erection begin, and encouraged it. In adolescent erotic play between young male dolphins the dominant one usually took the male role. He prodded K'tha-Jon, and elicited a howl of dismay.
The giant writhed and shook. He bucked and kicked, then sped off in a random direction, filling the waters with his ululation. Keepiru held on tightly, knowing what K'tha-Jon's next tactic would be.
The semi-Orca sped slantwise toward a steep-sided metal-mound. Keepiru held still until K'tha-Jon was just about to slam into the wall, with him in between. Suddenly he arched, and swung his weight to one side in a savage jerk.
A giant he might be, but K'tha-Jon was no true Orca. Keepiru weighed enough to swing them about just before the collision. K'tha-Jon's right flank hit the wall of rugged metal coral, and bloody streaks of blubber were left behind.
K'tha-Jon swam on, shaking his head dizzily and leaving behind a bloody cloud. For the moment the monster seemed to lose interest in anything except air as he rose to the surface and blew.
I'll be needing air very shortly, Keepiru realized. But now's the time to strike!
He tried to pull back to bring his short-range cutting torch into play.
It was caught! Locked into K'tha-Jon's harness rack! Keepiru tugged but it wouldn't come loose.
K'tha-Jon eyed him.
'Your t-turn now, little-porp,' he grinned. 'You ssset me off there. But now all I have to do is keep you under water. It will be interesssting to lisssten to you beg for air!'
Keepiru wanted to curse, but he needed to save his strength. He struggled to force K'tha-Jon over onto his back so he could reach the surface, a bare meter away, but the half-Orca was ready and stopped his every move.
Think, Keepiru told himself. I've got to think. If only I knew Keneenk better! If only…
His lungs burned. Almost, he gave vent to a Primal distress call.
He recalled the last time he had been tempted by Primal. He replayed Toshio's voice, patron-chiding, then patron-soothing. He remembered his private vow to die before sinking to the animal level ever again.
Of course! I am an idiotic, overrated fish! Why didn't I think!
First he sent a neural command jettisoning the torch. It was useless anyway. Then he set his harness arms in motion.
* Those who choose
Reversion's patterns
* Need not space,
Nor a spacer's tools *
With one claw he seized the neural link in the side of K'tha-Jon's head. The monster's eyes widened, but before he could do a thing, Keepiru wrenched the plug free, making sure to cause the maximum amount of pain and damage. While his enemy screamed, he ripped the cable out of its housing, rendering the harness permanently useless.
K'tha-Jon's harness arms, which had been pulsing under his, went dead. The tiny whine of the laser rifle was silenced. K'tha-Jon howled and thrashed.
Keepiru gasped for breath as the mutant's bucking brought them both briefly out of the water in a great leap. They crashed back underwater as he transferred his grip on K'tha-Jon's harness. He held on with two waldo-arms. 'Kootchie Koo,' he crooned as he brought the other into play, ready to tear into his enemy.
But in a writhing body twist, K'tha-Jon managed to fling him away. Keepiru sailed through the air, to land with a great splash on the other side of a narrow mudbank.
Puffing, they eyed each other across the tiny shoals. Then K'tha-Jon clapped his jaws and moved to find a way around the barrier. The chase was on again.
All subtlety went out of the fight with the coming of dawn. There were no more delicate sonic deceptions, no tasteful taunts. K'tha-Jon chased Keepiru with awesome single-mindedness. Exhaustion seemed to hold no meaning to the monster. Blood loss only seemed to feed his rage.
Keepiru dodged through the narrow channels, some as shallow as twelve inches, trying to run the wounded pseudo-Orca ragged before he himself collapsed. Keepiru no longer thought of getting away. This was a battle that could only end in victory or death.
But there seemed no limit to K'tha-Jon's stamina.
The hunt-scream echoed through the shallows. The monster was casting about, a few channels over.
'Pilot-t-t! Why do you fight-t-t? You know I have the food chain on my sssside!'
Keepiru blinked. How could K'tha-Jon bring religion into this?
Prior to uplift, the concept of the food chain as a mystical hierarchy had been central to cetacean morality — to the temporal portion of the Whale Dream.
Keepiru broadcast omni directionally.
'K'tha-Jon, you're insane. Jussst because Metz stuffed your zygote with a few mini-Orca genes, that doesn't give you the right to eat anybody!'
In the old days humans used to wonder why dolphins and many whales remained friendly to man after experiencing wholesale slaughter at his hands. Humans
