Gordon Dickson - 8 Short Stories and Novellas Part 4
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"All right," he said. And the envoy turned to lead the way up, out of the glen.
With the bit of food, the exercise, and the new warmth of the sun, Chuck began to feel better as they proceeded. They were breasting the near slopes of the hills now, and shortly before noon they came over the top of them, and paused to rest.
The land did not drop again, but swelled away in a gently rising plateau, into distance. And on its far horizon, insubstantial as clouds, rose the blue peaks of mountains.
"Base is over those mountains," said Chuck.
"Will we have to cross them?" The envoy's translator produced the words evenly, like a casual and unimportant query.
"No." Chuck turned to the Tomah. "How far in from the coast have we come so far?"
"I would estimate" the translator hesitated a second over the translation of units "thirty-two and some fraction of a mile."
"Another sixty miles, then," said Chuck, "and we should be within the range of the airfoils they'll have out looking for us." He looked again at the mountains and they seemed to waver before his eyes. Reaching up in an automatic gesture to brush the waveriness away, the back of his hand touched his forehead; and, startled, he pressed the hand against it. It was burning hot.
Feveris.h.!.+thought Chuck. And his mind somersaulted at the impossibility of the fact.
He could see the two others looking at him with the completely remote and unempathetic curiosity of peoples who had nothing in common with either his life or his death. A small rat's-jaw of fear gnawed at him suddenly. It had never occurred to him since the crash that there could be any danger that he would not make it safely back to Base. Now, for the first time, he faced that possibility. If the worst came to the worst, it came home to him suddenly, he could count on no help from either the Tomah, or the Lugh.
"What will they look like, these airfoils?" asked Binichi.
"Like a circle made out of bright material," said Chuck. "A round platform about twelve feet across."
"And there will be others of your people in them?"
"On them. No," said Chuck. "Anyway, I don't think so. We're too short of personnel. They operate on remote-beamed power from the s.h.i.+p and flash back pictures of the ground they cover. Once they send back a picture of us, Base'll know where to find us."
He levered himself painfully to his feet. "Let's travel," he said.
They started out again. The walking was more level and easy now than it had been coming up through the hills. Plodding along, Chuck's eyes were suddenly attracted by a peculiarity of Binichi's back and sides. The Lugh was completely covered by a short close hair, which was snow-white under the belly, but shaded to a gray on the back. It seemed to Chuck, now, however, that this gray back hair had taken on a slight hint of rosiness.
"Hey!" he said, stopping. "You're getting sunburned."
The other two halted also; and Binichi looked up at him, inquiringly. Chuck repeated himself in simpler terms that his translator could handle.
"Let's go on," said Binichi, taking up the march again.
"Wait!" said Chuck, as he and the envoy moved to follow up the Lugh. "Don't you know that can be dangerous? Here " He fumbled out of his own jacket. "We humans get sunburned, too, but we evidently aren't as susceptible as you. Now, I can tie the arms of this around your neck and you'll have some protection "
Binichi halted suddenly and wheeled to face the human.
"You're intruding," said Binichi, "on something that is my own concern."
"But " Chuck looked helplessly at him. "The sun is quite strong in these lat.i.tudes. I don't think you understand " He turned to appeal to the Tomah. "Tell him what the sun's like in a country like this."
"Surely," said the envoy, "this has nothing to do with you or me. If his health becomes imperfect, it will be an indication that he isn't fit to survive. He's only a Lugh; but certainly he has the right, like all living things, to make such a choice for himself."
"But he might be mistaken "
"If he is mistaken, it will be a sign that he is unfit to survive. I don't agree with Lughs as you people know. But any creature has the basic right to entertain death if he so wishes. To interfere with him in that would be the highest immorality."
"But don't you want to " began Chuck, incredulously, turning toward the Lugh.
"Let's go on," said Binichi, turning away.
They went on again.
After a while, the gra.s.slands of the early plateau gave way to more forest.
Chuck was plodding along in the late hours of the afternoon with his eyes on the ground a few feet in front of him and his head singing, when a new sound began to penetrate his consciousness. He listened to it, more idly than otherwise, for some seconds and then abruptly, it registered.
It was a noise like yelping, back along the trail he had just pa.s.sed.
He checked and straightened and turned about. Binichi was no longer in sight.
"Binichi!" he called. There was no answer, only the yelping. He began to run clumsily, back the way he had come.
Some eight or so yards back, he traced the yelping to a small clearing in a hollow. Breaking through the brush and trees that grew about its lip, he looked down on the Lugh. Binichi was braced at bay upon his clubbed tail, jaws agape, and turning to face half a dozen weasel-shaped creatures the size of small dogs that yelped and darted in and out at him, tearing and slas.h.i.+ng.
The Lugh's sharp, tooth-studded jaws were more than a match for the jaws of any one of his attackers, but here on land they had many times his speed. No matter which way he turned, one was always at his back, and harrying him. But, like the envoy when he had been knocked into the sea, Binichi made no sound; and, although his eyes met those of Chuck, standing at the clearing edge, he gave no call for help.
Chuck looked about him desperately for a stick or stone he could use as a club. But the ground was bare of everything but the light wands of the bushes, and the trees overhead had all green, sound limbs firmly attached to their trunks. There was a stir in the bushes beside him.
Chuck turned and saw the envoy. He pushed through to stand beside Chuck, and also looked down at the fight going on in the clearing.
"Come on!" said Chuck, staring down into the clearing. Then he halted, for the envoy had not moved.
"What's the matter?"
"Matter?" said the envoy, looking at him. "I don't understand."
"Those things will kill him!"
"You" the envoy turned his head as if peering at Chuck "appear to think we should interfere. You people have this strange att.i.tude to the natural occurrences of life that I've noticed before."
"Doyou people just stand by and watch each other get killed?"
"Of course not. Where another Tomah is concerned, it is of course different."
"He savedyour life from those fis.h.!.+" cried Chuck.
"I believe you asked him to. You were perfectly free to ask, just as he was perfectly free to accept or refuse. I'm in no way responsible for anything either of you have done."
"He's an intelligent being!" said Chuck, desperately. "Like you. Like me. We're all alike."
"Certainly we aren't," said the envoy, stiffening. "You and I are not at all alike, except that we are both civilized. He's not even that. He's a Lugh."
"I told him he'd promised to sit down at Base and discuss with you," cried Chuck, his tongue loosened by the fever. "I said he was dodging his promise if he let you die. And he went out and saved you. But you won't save him."
The envoy turned his head to look at Binichi, now all but swarmed under by the predators.
"Thank you for correcting me," he said. "I hadn't realized there could be honor in this Lugh."
He went down the slope of the hollow in a sudden, blurring rush that seemingly moved him off at top speed from a standing start. He struck the embattled group like a projectile and emerged coated by the predators. For a split second it seemed to Chuck that he had merely thrown another life into the jaws of the attackers. And then the Tomah claw glittered and flashed, right and left like a black scimitar, lightning-swift out of the ruck and the clearing was emptied, except for four furry bodies that twitched or lay about the hollow.
The envoy turned to the nearest and began to eat. Without a glance or word directed at his rescuer, Binichi, bleeding from a score of superficial cuts and scratches, turned about and climbed slowly up the slope of the hollow to where Chuck stood.
"Shall we go on?" he said.
Chuck looked past him at the feeding envoy. "Perhaps we should wait for him," he said.
"Why?" said Binichi. "It's up to him to keep up, if he wants to. The Tomah is no concern of ours."
He headed off in the direction they had been going. Chuck waggled his head despairingly, and plodded after.
IV.
The envoy caught up to them a little further on; and shortly after that, as the rays of the setting sun were beginning to level through the trees, giving the whole forest a cathedral look, they came on water, and stopped for the night.
It seemed to Chuck that the sun went down very quickly quicker than it ever had before; and a sudden chill struck through to his very bones. Teeth chattering, he managed to start a fire and drag enough dead wood to it to keep it gong while they slept.
Binichi had gone into the waters of the small lake a few yards off, and was not to be seen. But through the long, fever-ridden night hours that were a patchwork of dizzy wakefulness and dreams and half-dreams, Chuck was aware of the smooth, dark insect-like head of the Tomah watching him across the fire with what seemed to be an absorbing fascination.
Toward morning, he slept. He awoke to find the sun risen and Binichi already out of the lake. Chuck did not feel as bad, now, as he had earlier. He moved in a sort of fuzziness; and, although his body was slow responding, as if it was something operated by his mind from such a remote distance that mental directions to his limbs took a long time to be carried out, it was not so actively uncomfortable.
They led off, Chuck in the middle as before. They were moving out of the forest now, into more open country where the trees were interspersed with meadows. Chuck remembered now that he had not eaten in some time; but when he chewed on his food, the taste was uninteresting and he put it back in his pack.
Nor was he too clear about the country he was traversing. It was there all right, but it seemed more than a little unreal. Sometimes things, particularly things far off, appeared distorted. And he began remarking expressions on the faces of his two companions that he would not have believed physically possible to them. Binichi's mouth, in particular, had become remarkably mobile. It was no longer fixed by physiology into a grin. Watching out of the corner of his eye, Chuck caught glimpses of it twisted into all sorts of shapes: sad, sly, cheerful, frowning. And the Tomah was not much better. As the sun mounted up the clear arch of the sky, Chuck discovered the envoy squinting and winking at him, as if to convey some secret message.
"S'all right s'all right " mumbled Chuck. "I won't tell." And he giggled suddenly at the joke that he couldn't tell because he really didn't know what all the winking was about.
"I don't understand," said the envoy, winking away like mad.
"S'all right s'all right " said Chuck.
He discovered after a time that the other two were no longer close beside him. Peering around, he finally located them walking together at some distance off from him. Discussing something, no doubt, something confidential. He wandered, taking the pitch and slope of the ground at random, stumbling a little now and then when the angle of his footing changed. He was aware in vague fas.h.i.+on that he had drifted into an area with little rises and unexpected sinkholes, their edges tangled with brush. He caught himself on one of the sinkholes, swayed back to safety, tacked off to his right . . .
Suddenly he landed hard on something. The impact drove all the air out of his lungs, so that he fought to breathe and in that struggle he lost the cobwebs surrounding him for the first time that day.
He had not been aware of his fall, but now be saw that he lay half on his back, some ten feet down from the edge of one of the holes. He tried to get up, but one leg would not work. Panic cut through him like a knife.
"Help!" he shouted. His voice came out hoa.r.s.e and strange-sounding. "Help!"
He called again; and after what seemed a very long time, the head of the envoy poked over the edge of the sinkhole and looked down at him.
"Get me out of here!" cried Chuck. "Help me out."
The envoy stared at him.
"Give me a hand!" said Chuck. "I can't climb up by myself. I'm hurt."
"I don't understand," said the envoy.
"I think my leg's broken. What's the matter with you?" Now that he had mentioned it, as if it had been lying there waiting for its cue, the leg that would not work sent a sudden, vicious stab of pain through him.
And close behind this came a swelling agony that p.r.i.c.ked Chuck to fury. "Don't you hear me? I said, pull me out of here! My leg's broken. I can't stand on it!"
"You are damaged?" said the envoy.
"Of course I'm damaged!"
The envoy stared down at Chuck for a long moment. When he spoke again, his words struck an odd, formalistic note in Chuck's fevered brain.
"It is regrettable," said the envoy, "that you are no longer in perfect health."
And he turned away, and disappeared. Above Chuck's straining eyes, the edges of the hole and the little patch of sky beyond them tilted, spun about like a scene painted on a whirling disk, and shredded away into nothingness.
At some time during succeeding events he woke up again; but nothing was really clear or certain until he found himself looking up into the face of Doe Burgis, who was standing over him, with a finger on his pulse.
"How do you feel?" said Burgis.
"I don't know," said Chuck. "Where am I?"
"Back at Base," said Burgis, letting go of his wrist. "Your leg is knitting nicely and we've knocked out your pneumonia. You've been under sedation. A couple more days' rest and you'll be ready to run again."
"That's nice," said Chuck; and went back to sleep.
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