The little creature was quite tame and permitted out of its run when Bonnard and Cleiti were on hand. Varian had decided not to release it as, orphaned, it had no natural protector. Kai had to accede to her arguments since it was obvious the little beast would never reach a great size and was therefore no strain on the expedition's time or resources. Dandy was, by nature, timid and content to follow the youngsters about, its large liquid eyes wistful or startled by turns. Kai would privately have preferred more of an extrovert personality in a tamed beast but Dandy posed no problem of aggressive behaviour. Kai still thought it a very nondescript affair.
The golden fliers were continually seen in the skies, almost as if, Varian said one evening, they were as interested in the new occupants of their skies as the expedition was in them. She had been gleefully enchanted by Vrl's reaction to their existence for, as the slow playback confirmed, the Ryxi had spluttered out a repudiation of Varian's report, indicating that an intelligent avian species was unlikely to occur again on any planet, under any conditions: the Ryxi were unique and would remain so and any attempt to supplant their preeminent position in the Federation would be met by severe measures. Vrl suggested that this was a hoax which the bipeds had better forget, retract and abandon or he would recommend that all contact between Ryxi and Human be forthwith severed.
Once Terilla's animal maps were circulated, Tanegli and Gaber vyed with each other for her time and skill to the point where Varian and Kai had to intervene. Unconcerned by such competition for her assistance, Terilla made it quite plain that she much preferred plants to charts or animals. Chuckling, Varian showed Kai the map the girl had inscribed for Tanegli indicating the position of flora, grass and shrub on the plains and swamp areas. A work schedule was evolved in which Terilla spent three afternoons with each man while her morning hours were hers. With increased work loads, Kai assigned tasks to Bonnard and Cleiti as he would any other member of the expedition. Tanegli usually opted for Bonnard and Cleiti when Terilla was not available for his botanical excursions. Sometimes Bonnard acted as recorder for Bakkun when administration duties prevented Kai from field-work beside the heavy-world geologist.
Lunzie annexed Cleiti on those days to help her test Ireta's soil and vegetation for any unusual medicinal properties.
Two secondary camps were cited and occupied but it was obvious that a third camp to the far east would have to be established to continue exploration of the easterly land mass. Kai projected that over half their expeditionary time would be spent in the eastern hemisphere. He hoped that the fifteen degree axial tilt would mean some cooler weather in the polar regions when the teams had to move to complete the survey in the western hemisphere.
On neither of his next two contacts with the Theks did they have any good news for him of the deferred query or of the EV. Kai's leeway on the matter of response from EV was fast running out. He was prepared and had Varian's support when Dimenon forced an admission of a contact lapse. Kai cited thc cosmic storm in such an off-handed manner that Dimenon never thought to ask if the ores report was the only message uncollected.
“How long a grace period we have now, I wouldn't estimate,” Kai told Varian afterwards.
"Keep "em so busy counting their paydirt bonuses that they'll forget to as?"
“This is a raking rich planet, Varian.”
“So? It's up to EV to stay in touch with us, if they want the energy materials we've found. They know where we are.” Varian held Kai's gaze and she jerked up one eyebrow. “You aren't considering Gaber's ludicrous notion, are you?”
“It does occur to me now and then,” Kai said, rubbing the side of his nose, feeling silly but actually relieved to hear Varian air the matter.
“Hmmm, yes. It occurs to me now and then, too. Have the Ryxi reported in again?”
“No.” Kai grinned at her. “Did you expect them to?”
“No.” She laughed. “They are so . . . pompously paranoiac. As if another intelligent avian could possibly threaten them. I mean, the giffs,” which was the nickname she'd given the golden fliers, “are intelligent but so far from the Ryxi position that it's asinine for them to take umbrage.” Varian sighed. “I'd love to evaluate their intelligence.”
“Why don't you?”
“With your lot agitating for that eastern camp?”
“What about next rest day? Make a small start. Go observe them, relax for the day.”
“Could I?” Varian brightened at the prospect. “Could I take the big sled, sleep out in it? We've got their flight habits well documented now, we've caught the fishing act often enough to establish that drill, but I don't know much about their personal life, their matutinal habits. And there's only the one place for those grasses they eat. They do use swamp grass for net-weaving but I don't know exactly how they accomplish the feat.” She gave him a sideways frown. “You need a break as much as I do. Let's both go, next rest day. Paskutti and Lunzie can sub for us.”
“What if we arrive on the giff rest day?” asked Kai with a very bland expression.
“There's always that possibility, isn't there?” she replied, not taking his lure.
Kai was astonished at how eagerly he looked forward to the break in routine. That showed how right Varian had been in suggesting it. Lunzie approved wholeheartedly, telling Kai she'd been about to recommend a day off for them both. She wasn't too sure that observing the giffs at close range constituted a proper holiday but the physician was equally keen to know more about the giffs.
“What is there about winged creatures that fascinates us all?” Lunzie asked as they sat about after the evening meal over beakers of distilled fruit juice.
“Their independence?” asked Kai.
' “If we had been meant to fly, we'd've been given wings,” ' quipped Varian in a thin nasal voice, then continued in a normal tone, “I suspect it is the freedom, or perhaps the view, the perspective, the feeling of infinite space about you. You ship-bred types can't appreciate open spaces the way the planet-bred can, but I do need vistas on which to feast my eyes, and soul.”
“Confinement, voluntary or involuntary, can have adverse effects on temperament and psychology, resulting in serious maladjustrnents,” Lunzie said. “One reason why we include the youngsters on planetfall assignments as often as possible.”
Kai remained silent, acutely conscious of his own sometimes pressing agoraphobia.
“We have surrogate wings,” Lunzie continued, “in the agency of sleds and lift-belts . . .”
“Which do not quite produce the same freedoms,” said Kai slowly, wondering what it would feel like to be independent of all artificial aids: to dip, dive, soar and glide without the unconscious restrictive considerations of fuel, stress, metal fatigue.
“Why, Kai,” said Varian, regarding him with delighted astonishment, “you're the last one I'd expect to understand.”
“Perhaps,” he said with a wry smile, “you planet-bred types underestimate the ship-bred.”
Dimenon, who'd been in an uproariously good mood that evening, since he and Margit had flown in to report finding not only a stream running with gold nuggets but the parent lode, had brought out his handpiano. He began to render a boisterous ballad with interminable verses and a silly syllabic chorus with such an infectious tune that everyone joined in. To Kai's surprise, so did the heavy-worlders, thumping the plasfloor with their heavy boots and clapping with unusual enthusiasm.
Margit wanted to dance and dragged Kai onto the floor, yelling at Dimenon to leave off the endless verses and play some decent music. Kai was never certain when the heavy-worlders disappeared but the convivial gathering lasted well past the rise of the third moon.
He awoke suddenly the next morning. with an urgency that suggested danger. When he scrambled out of the sleeping sack to the window of his dome, the scene was quiet. Dandy was sprawled asleep in his pen. There was no movement. The day had started, the brighter patch of cloud which was the sun was well above the soft slope of the eastern hills. Whatever had
alarmed his subconscious was not apparent.
He was roused and so keyed up by the abrupt triggering that he decided to remain up. He dragged on a clean ship suit, inserted a fresh lining in his boots and fastened them. He had a small larder in his dome and broke open a wake-up beaker, reminding himself to check with Lunzie today on the state of the stores. He could not shake his sensation that something was amiss so he did a tour of the encampment.
There wasn't a smell of smoke in the main dome. Gaber was fast asleep in his, the windows were opaqued in the other sleeping– quarters so he did not intrude. Remembering Trizein's tendency to work through a night, he made his way quickly to the shuttle craft, waving open the iris lock. The conditioned air inside gave him pause. Suddenly he realized that he hadn't put his nose filters in: and he hadn't smelled Ireta!
“Muhlah! I'm getting used to it.” His soft exclamation echoed in the bare main cabin of the shuttle. Kai walked quietly back to Trizein's lab, opened the iris and peered in. Some experiments were in progress, judging by the activity of dials and gauges in the built-in equipment but Trizein's form on the ledge-bed was motionless.
As Kai turned from the lab, he noticed that the supply hold iris was open. He must caution Trizein about that. Lunzie kept her decanted fruit brew in there. Kai had noticed conspicuous consumption the night before and his aggressiveness when Margit suggested he'd had enough. Kai didn't quite put it past the man to appropriate a flask for evening use in the secondary camp. Not a habit he'd approve or condone in any of his team members.
Although his inspection satisfied him that nothing was demonstrably wrong, his uneasiness remained until, after returning to his dome, he became immersed in the restricted file in the ship's data bank. By the time the rest of the expedition was stirring, he had rid himself of the backlog of detail. The inadvertently early rising had been rewarding.
Dimenon, looking untouched by the previous evening's carousal, arrived in the main dome with Margit, both suited up and ready to return to their base. They ate quickly, wanting to make an early start back, but as they were leaving, Dimenon asked Kai when he expected to contact the Theks again. He did not seem disturbed when Kai gave a time three days later.
"Well, let us know how EV appreciates our labours on this stinking planet. Although – " Dimenon frowned and felt his nostrils, "Rake it! I forgot to put "em in again!"
“Smell anything?” asked Kai, amused.
Dimenon's eyes began to widen and his mouth dropped in exaggerated reaction.
“I've got used to the stench!” He roared the statement, full of aggrieved incredulity. “Kai, please, when you've got through to EV, have them pick us up before schedule? Please, I've got used to the stench of hydro-telluride.” He clutched at his throat now, contorting his face as though in terminal agony, “I can't stand it. I can't stand it.”
Lunzie, who was literal minded, came rushing up, frowning with anxiety while Kai tried to gesture reassurance. Others were grinning at Dimenon's histrionics but the heavy-worlders, after uninterested glances at the geologist, turned back to their own quiet-toned discussions. Lunzie still hadn't realized that Dimenon was acting. He grabbed at her shoulders now.
“Tell me, Lunzie, tell me I'm not a goner. My sense of smell'll come back, won't it. Once I'm in decent air? Oh, don't tell me I'll never be able to smell nothing in the air again . . .”
“If the acclimitization should be permanent, you could always get an Iretan air-conditioning for your shipboard quarters,” Lunzie replied, apparently in earnest.
Dimenon looked horrified and, for a moment, didn't catch the brand of the physician's humour.
“C'mon, partner, you've been bested,” said Margit, taking him by the arm. “Better to smell the sweet air of another find . . .”
“Could you get so used to Iretan stink you'd never smell normal again?” Bonnard asked Lunzie, a little worried as he watched the two geologists leave.
“No,” said Lunzie with a dry chuckle. “The smell is powerful but I doubt There's any permanent desensitization. The temporary effect is somewhat of a blessing. Do you have it?”
Bonnard nodded uncertainly. “But I didn't know I couldn't smell it anymore until Dimenon mentioned it.” This worried him.
“Since you are now used to the overbearing smell, see if you can now distinguish other, previously unsensed odours, while you're out and about today.”
“Worse ones?” Bonnard regarded Lunzie, appalled.
“I can smell a difference in the blossoms I've been cataloguing,” said Terilla. “And some of the leaves have an odour if you crush 'em. Not too bad a smell, really,” she added helpfully.
That morning Kai checked with Lunzie about stores. She was not the sort of person to give spot replies and together they went to the store hold.
“I'm not missing any of the fruit distillation, if that's what you're worried about, Kai,” she said in her direct fashion. “We've not made too many inroads in the subsistence supplies, either. I've been gradually phasing them out entirely, in favour of local protein.”
“You have?” Kai was surprised.
“You hadn't noticed?” There was a slight emphasis on the pronoun. Lunzie smiled briefly with pleasure at the success of her programme. “We are losing hard goods, though, at a rate which worries me.”
“Hard goods?”
“Knives, film and sheet extruders, spare charges for life-belts . . .”
“What did the secondary camps take?”
“Not enough to account for some of these items. Unless, of course, they haven't reported the losses and have merely helped themselves when I was busy elsewhere.” That solution sounded plausible. “If I may, I'll appoint Cleiti as requisitions officer and have her on hand when anyone needs to Visit the supply hold. We can keep a check that way without giving offence . . .”
“Or warning,” thought Kai, and then decided that his imagination was working overtime. He did need that day's respite.
Varian returned to the camp from one of her search and identity sweeps early in the afternoon before rest day. She cornered Kai in his dome, scornfully clacking the tape holders that were stacked in front of him, tugging at the seismic print-out on the volcanic action in the north-west which he had been studying. Pressures were mounting on a long transform fault and he was hoping they'd have enough warning to be able to observe the earthquake when the phenomenon occurred.
“Leave that, Kai. You can zip through report work a lot faster with a fresh mind.”
“It's early yet . . .”
"Raking right it is. I got back special so I could pry you out of here before the teams come in and dump such glowing reports on you that you feel obliged to listen." She went back to the iris lock. "Cleiti! Did you organize those supplies for us? And where's Bonnard?" The reply was inaudible to Kai but satisfactory to Varian who nodded. If he's sure he's got what he needs, tell him to pack it into the sled beside my things. Kai, where's your pack? Ha! Thought so. Okay, what do you need?"
Varian moved purposefully to his storage chest so that Kai pushed back his stool and waved her away. She stood, grinning but adamant, while he packed what he needed into his sleep sack, and gathered up his safety gear. With a courteous sweep of his hand, he indicated he was ready.
“I knew I'd have to haul you out of here.” Varian sounded grimly smug.
“Then what are you dragging your feet for?” asked Kai with a smile and exited before her. As an afterthought, he thumblocked the iris control. He didn't really want anyone to happen across the message tapes with the Theks.
As Varian neatly swung the big sled over the encampment, sparkling with the blue demise of insects, she groaned. “We should have brought a small unit for tonight. We'll have to sleep in belt screens!”
“Not if we sack out on the sled floor,” said Bonnard, eyeing the space. “I think There's room enough if we stack our supplies on the front seating and remove the side benches. Shall I activate the telltale?”
“This once, we'll leave
it silent,” said Varian. “There wouldn't be anything untagged this close to camp anyway.”
A companionable silence enveloped the three and lasted the entire trip to the inland sea which they reached just as the last speck of gloom, as Bonnard phrased it, began to fade from the sullen skies. Varian had marked a good landing site, a shallow terrace beyond and below the main congregation of the giffs but with a fine view of the summit where the netted fish were deposited.
The first hour after sunset there was a brief surcease of daytime insect activity before the nocturnal creatures became a menace. During this interim, Varian heated their evening meal on the bare stone terrace. Then, to the amazement of Bonnard and the consternation of Kai, she removed dead branches from the storage section of the sled and lit a small fire.
“Campfire is very comforting even if you ship-bred types think it's atavistic. My father and I used to have one every night on our expeditions.”
“It's very pretty,” said Bonnard in a tentative tone, and looked towards Kai to see his reaction.
Kai smiled and told himself to relax. Fire on shipboard was a hazard: his instant reflex had been to grab something to smother the flames, but as he eyed the small fire, which posed no danger to him, the dancing spikes were pleasantly hypnotic. The small warmth it exuded gave them a circle of light and certainly kept the insects away.
“The oldest belt-screen in the world,” Varian said, poking the fire to fresh vigour with a stick. “On Protheon, they were particular about their firewoods, choosing those which gave off pleasant aromas. They liked scent with their warmth and light. I wouldn't dare try that on Ireta.”
“Why not?” asked Bonnard, his eyes fixed on a point deep in the flames. “Terilla said There's some that smell pretty good – by Iretan standards. You know, Varian, I haven't been able to smell anything but Ireta! D'you suppose Lunzie could be wrong and my nose has gone dead?”
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