“You're not making any sense.”
“I am. This planet isn't. You don't find animals forced to go hundreds of kilometres from their proper environment to acquire a dietary necessity. What is essential to them is generally supplied right where they live!”
“Now, wait a minute, Varian. Think. If your pentadactyls are not indigenous, they were brought here. Who, why would anyone, want to relocate animals as large as that predator or your Mabel?”
She regarded him steadily, as if she expected him to know the answer to his question.
“You should know. They've already tipped us off. The Theks, slow-top,” she said with some asperity when he remained silent. “The inscrutable Theks. They've been here before. They left those seismic devices.”
“That makes no sense, Varian.”
“It makes a lot of sense.”
“What reason could the Theks possibly have for such an action?”
“They've probably forgotten,” Varian said, grinning mischievously. “Along with the fact that they'd surveyed this planet before.”
They had reached Trizein's lab and he was contemplating the enlarged image of some fibres.
“Of course, we'd need to have one of those avians of yours, Varian, to discover if it requires carotene,” Trizein was saying as if he didn't realize that Varian had left the lab.
“We've Mabel,” said Varian, “and little Dandy.”
“You've animals in this compound?” Trizein blinked with astonishment.
“I told you we had, Trizein. The slides you analyzed yesterday and the day before . . .”
“Ah, yes, I remember now,” but it was obvious to his listeners that he didn't remember any such thing.
“Mabel and Dandy aren't fliers,” Kai said. “They're completely different species.”
“Indeed they are, but they are also pentadactyl. So is the fang-face and he needed the grasses.”
“Mabel and Dandy are herbivorous,” said Kai, “and the predator and the fliers aren't.”
Varian considered that qualification. “Yes, but generally speaking, carnivores absorb sufficient Vitamin C from the animals they eat who do get it regularly in their diet.” She shook her head over the quandary. “Then fang-face wouldn't need to go to the valley. He'd get enough from chewing Mabel's flank. I don't make any sense out of it – yet. Besides, the fliers may have another reason for gathering grass, as Terilla pointed out today.”
“You've lost me,” said Kai, and then directed Varian's attention to Trizein who had gone back to his microscope viewer and was oblivious to their presence again.
“You'll understand when you see the tapes we got today of those fliers, Kai. C'mon, unless you've got something else to do?”
“Frame messages to the Theks but let me see what you taped first.”
“By the way, Kai,” said Varian following him out of the lab, “we didn't encounter any life-forms in the vicinity of the pitchblende saddle that would cause a secondary camp there any trouble. If the camp's set up properly, and preferably on a prominence and the force-screen posted deep, your team should be safe enough.”
“That's good news. Not that I think yo'd've scared anyone off with tales of herds of fang-faces.”
“Fang-faces, for the record, are solitary hunters.”
They had reached the pilot cabin and Varian inserted the tape for playback, explaining her conclusions and her desire to investigate the golden furred fliers" colony more closely at the earliest opportunity.
“How closely, Varian?” asked Kai. “They're not small and, as I remember, those wings are strong and could be dangerous. I'd hate to get attacked by that beak.”
“So would I. So I'm not going to be. I'll go slowly, Kai, but if they're as intelligent as the evidence suggests, I may even be able to approach them on a personal basis.” When Kai began to protest, she held up her hand. “The fliers are not stupid like Mabel, or scared like Dandy, or dangerous like fang-face. But I cannot give up the opportunity to investigate an aerial species that acts in such an organized manner.”
“Fair enough, but do nothing on your own, co-leader. I want heavy-worlders with you at all times.”
“You're a friend! Did they improve with the day?”
"I've never seen them so clumsy: slow, yes, but never plain raking grease-fingered. Paskutti and Tardma dropped one of the seismimics down a crevice. I don't have so many that I can spare one," said Kai, "not if I'm to complete my survey." He shook his head again over the loss. I'm not blaming you, or them; but it is a nuisance. And what are we going to do about that fruit distillation? I don't understand why it should have affected them so adversely when we weaker types had no trouble?"
“It might not have been the drink.”
“What do you mean?”
Varian shrugged. “Just a notion. Nothing specific.”
“Then let us find a specific, and have Lunzie run a few tests. It might be a mutational allergy. Say, did you send the heavy-worlders on any errands today? In the north?”
“North? No. They were at your disposal today. Now, about the pitchblende site? You'll be working from there again tomorrow? Okay, then I'll send a team in for a ground check. There seem to be only smaller animals not, as I've told the youngsters, that size is any indication of potential danger. What other area do you want us to check out xenobiologically as a possible secondary base?”
Kai tapped out of the computer the print of Gaber's chart, updated now with the pitchblende site and the old cores.
“The shield edge is only two hundred kilometres from here in the north-west so we won't need a secondary camp there yet. But Portegin and Aulia want to examine these lakes and go further into this flatland area. Berru and Triv are scheduled to go due west where there appears to be a wide continental basin. Might have petroleum pools: not as rich an energy source, naturally, but crude oil has uses. We might be able to refine enough to use as an auxiliary fuel for the . . .”
“Kai did anyone use the big sled for any length of time this morning?”
“Just to reach the site. Then it was turned over to you. Why?”
“Because its elapsed flight time is longer than it should have been. Damned thing's due now for a power change.”
"
“I dunno. Just that I don't usually make errors in my figures.”
“We've enough worries, Varian, without imagining more.”
Varian grimaced. “Like no contact with EV. Your teams'll be expecting some acknowledgement . . .”
“We've got some leeway, and I'll use every day of it.”
“Yes, we do have stall time, don't we. By the way, those youngsters were very useful to me. I think I'll opt them again when I don't need to land,” she hastily added as she saw the objections forming in Kai's startled face. “You might even consider,” and she grinned slyly, “taking Bonnard with you on a coring expedition.”
“Now just a minute, Varian . . .”
“They do say that over-exposure cures a lot of fancies.”
“True. How about helping me with that message to the Theks?”
"Sorry, Kai, I've got to release Mabel, check with Lunzie and get a wash before eating." Varian quickly opened the iris." But I'd be happy to look over what you plan to say."
He made as if to throw something at her but she scampered away, laughing.
An hour later, he was certain that Varian at her worst could have constructed a better message to the Theks. It covered the main points, and requested the return information required.
He beamed the message, confirming a contact hour two days' later. It didn't give Theks much time to meditate their answers but he had specified only yes, no or deferred answers.
The next day went as scheduled, the heavy-worlders restored to operating efficiency. Tardma and Tanegli did a ground survey of the densely vegetated area where small life forms had been telltagged by Varian and the youngsters. The creatures had maintained their anonymity but skeletal remains not yet disintegrated by insect and
carrion eater indicated that while carnivorous, the creatures were probably nocturnal hunters and not large enough to constitute a real danger. Further, they were unlikely to be caught so far from their own territory as the secondary camp. Kai spent the afternoon with Dimenon and Margit choosing a site. It was decided that Portegin and Aulia could also use the camp for their westerly investigations.
Lunzie told Kai and Varian confidentially that the heavy-worlders ought to have had a higher tolerance for the fruit drink than the light grav or ship-bred. She couldn't understand their reactions. However, she did not recommend rationing or watering the potion. She could bring the heavy-worlders in for a routine physical, which, she allowed, was a good idea for every member of the expedition, to check on any allergenic tendencies or subtle infections acquired since planetfall.
That evening Lunzie supplied enough of the fruit drink to make the evening extremely convivial. The heavy-worlders drank no more than anyone else, laughed infrequently as was their habit and retired when everyone else did. The following day there was no impairment of their efficiency which increased the mystery of their behaviour that first evening.
The contact hour with the Theks was duly kept by Kai. Varian arrived half-way through the ponderous and slowly delivered reply.
“No” was the answer to his questions about messages being stripped from the satellite and contact with the EV. He received the expectable deferred answer concerning any knowledge of previous survey and the discovery of the old cores. Excellent was their response to news of the pitchblende deposit, with “continue” added. To his comment that he had heard from the Ryxi he got an acknowledgement. The Theks were reputedly tolerant of all species in a benevolent, impartial way but Kai was left with the feeling that the Theks couldn't care less if the Ryxi maintained contact.
He was of two minds about their deferred answer on a previous survey. On one hand, he'd half-hoped they could find a previous reference, though how they could, out of contact with their own kind and EV's data banks, he didn't know. On the other hand, he would have been obscurely relieved if they had proved their fallability. Yet, if this case did shatter their reputation, something stable and secure would be lost forever to him." So they don't know," said Varian, blatantly pleased.
“Not actively at any rate,” he replied, quite willing to take the Thek part to offset his mental disloyalty. “Of course, there are only several million planets in the universe on which life of some sort has evolved . . .”
“So we're constantly informed but our sphere of interest is currently limited to this one stinking ball of earth. By the way, in order to set you up a secondary camp, we're going to have to formulate a few plans,” said Varian. “According to the old core pattern, the shield runs about two thousand kilometres in a long point to the south-east. That makes commuting back here unfeasible. I want to take Tanegli, Paskutti, Tardma and Lunzie and check out that area.” She unrolled area charts some of the topographical features already marked out in Gaber's neat draftsmanship. Over these were wash colours, the key at the side. “I've keyed it here to territorialities of the beasts we've tagged. I think the guide is adequate but there is so much animal life in this area,” and she indicated the plateau and rain forest just beyond the dead parameters of the camp, “that I've only bothered with the big and dangerous ones. Here's a spot frame of each type we've observed enough to identify as herbivorous, carnivorous or omnivorous. As you can see, we've a way to go before we've done even the most superficial cataloguing.” She tapped vast areas of the outlined land mass which were pristine. “Here there be dragons!” she added in a fruity voice.
“Dragons?”
“Well, That's what the antique cartographer would say when they didn't know a binary bit about the indigenous life.”
“Any more news on which species is which here?” asked Kai.
She shook her head, handing him several copies of the maps. “That's not as urgent as your geological work, and you needed some sort of a guide.”
“This map is terrific, Varian. I thought you'd been out with your teams . . .”
“No, I sent them to get me this information, and fill in some of the nearby gaps in our survey. Terilla and I collaborated on the composite.”
“Terilla did these with you?” Impressed, Kai was poring over the charts.
“Yes, indeed. I know the youngsters were sort of dumped on us at the last moment but I wish someone had thought to give us their records. Terilla's been a real find and she could have been apprenticed right off to Gaber and kept him from falling so far behind. He even approves of her work.” Varian grinned saucily at Kai. “You'll be relieved to hear that Bonnard's interest has been transferred.”
“To Dandy? Or Mabel? In neither case am I flattered.”
“Mabels long gone. No, Bonnard is aiming to get on my expedition to the golden fliers.”
“At least he picks something demonstrably intelligent.”
“I never said he didn't have good taste.”
“Varian!”
“When's the contact with the Ryxi?”
“This afernoon at 15.30 hours. If they remember.”
“We do have problems with memory this trip, don't we? The Ryxi remembering to speak to us, the Theks remembering to think and EV remembering to get in touch with us. Well, back to my hot drawing board . . .” She started out of the pilot cabin. “Oh, hello, Gaber . . .”
“Varian, did you take all my chart copies?”
“Except the one Terilla was working on. Why?”
“I didn't know. I just didn't know and I was . . .”
“I did tell you, Gaber, but I guess you were so deep in the tape, you didn't hear me. Sorry about that. I've given Kai copies, and I'm on my way back to your lair with these right now.”
“Oh, very well then. And, if I didn't hear you, I am sorry.”
To Kai, Gaber did not sound the least bit sorry. Kai went back to studying the patterns of animal. The biggest herbivores, like Mabel and three other large types, could be found all through the rain forests, with their probable passages through the mountain ranges neatly designated by tiny drawings of the beasts. The predators, like fang-face, hunted singly: only one pair had been discovered and they had been involved in a ferocious battle, which had deteriorated, in Paskutti's words, into a mating. The scope of the charts was hampered by the large uncharted areas, over which a transparency had been laid, indicating the general topographical features as seen by the initial cursory probe.
They had been concentrating on the relatively cooler portion of the shield mass, since the polar region was much hotter than the equatorial due to the hotter thermal core of the planet. They would soon have to penetrate those steaming jungles, a task Kai did not relish. The proliferation and diversity of life forms would be incredible in such warmth, Varian had warned him during their shipboard briefing sessions. The lush tropical jungles nourished life, provided quantities of food, as well as immense competition for any and all edible substances. In cooler climates, though Ireta could not boast a very temperate zone, there tended to be fewer species since the food supply was limited by the more severe conditions of life.
With understandable satisfaction, Kai took his own maps and marked in the two pitchblende finds, and those of the day before when Portegin and Aulia had sited two large copper deposits, and Berru and Triv had marked three mountains of iron ores. Whoever had been here before had denuded the shield areas but plate action in the ensuing milleniums had made the unstable areas doubly rich. This was actually Kai's first search expedition: his other assignments had been remedial – finding veins which had faulted out, or flooding controls and deep sea manganese dredging: all valuable experience and designed to aid him in a full scale planetary survey like this one.
He was so deep in his thoughts that the warning of his chrono jerked him to attention and bewilderment as to why he had had the alarm set.
The Ryxi contact! Belatedly he realized that he should have prepared a message for them. It wa
s easier to read a written message fast than gabble spontaneously at the speed required for the Ryxi. He jotted down some notes as the communication unit warmed to its task. Diplomatically he phrased Varian's comments about the golden fliers.
Vrl came on as scheduled, asking for confirmation of contact with EV. Kai replied in the negative but Vrl did not seem too concerned. He said that they had sent their full report by long distance capsule to their home world. He intimated that he didn't care how long it took to arrive, he and his group were well and pleasantly established. Kai had half a mind not to say anything about the golden fliers if Vrl didn't ask. But the avian did. Kai told him the little Varian and he had observed. Luckily he had the tape on for Vrl's excited reply erupted in Kai's ears at an articulate speed. Kai got the impression that he was a lying discontent, envious of the Ryxi and making the whole species up. Vrl signed off before Kai could vindicate himself or arrange another contact time.
He was staring, bemused and somewhat aggravated by Vrl's over-reaction when he heard the sound of a cleared throat. Gaber was standing in the iris lock.
“I'm sorry to intrude, Kai, but we are missing one of the area maps. Do you have two copies of one there?”
Kai fingered the tough but thin sheets. They did stick together occasionally when the copying solution dried. “No, I've only the one set.”
“Well, then a set is missing,” said Gaber in his customary aggrieved tone and left.
Kai could see him shaking his head as he made for the shuttle's lock. Kai set the communicator for a slow replay of the interchange with Vrl, vowing that Varian ought to do an intensive study of those fliers as soon as possible.
CHAPTER SEVEN
In the next seven days, the expedition was too busy setting up the secondary camps to indulge in any activity not strictly necessary to these primary aims. Varian found time to return to the fish rock and bring several small dessicated specimens of the fringes for Trizein to study. The man buried himself in his laboratory until Lunzie found him asleep at his work desk. She forced him to take a break, eat and sleep. He did so unwillingly and when he woke, he stumbled about the compound with unseeing eyes, though he did stop once to stare at Dandy with a puzzled expression.
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