Uplift - Startide Rising Part 5

"One can hope. But is it likely they'll use them properly when they are even now speaking P-primal?"

Tos.h.i.+o struck the sled with his balled fist. Already his hand was growing numb from the chill. "I'm going up," he announced.

"No! You must not! You must guard your safet-ty!"

Tos.h.i.+o ground his teeth. Always mothering me. Mothering or teasing. The fns treat me like a child, and I'm sick of it!

He set the throttle to one-quarter and pulled up on the bow planes. "I'm going to unlash you, Brookida. Can you swim okay?"

"Yesss. But-t ..."

Tos.h.i.+o looked at his sonar. A fuzzy line was forming in the west.

"Can you swim!" he demanded.

"Yesss. I can swim well enough. But don't cut me loose near the rescue fever! Don't you risk the aftershocksss!"

"I see one coming now. They'll be several minutes apart and weakening with time. I'll fix it so we rise just after this one pa.s.ses. Then you've got to get going back to the s.h.i.+p! Tell them what's happened and get help."

"That's what you should do, Tos.h.i.+o."

"Never mind that! Will you do as I ask? Or do I have to leave you lashed up!"

There was an almost unnoticeable pause, but Brookida's voice changed. "I shall do exactly as you say Tos.h.i.+o. I'll bring help."

Tos.h.i.+o checked his trim, then he slipped over the side, holding onto the rim stanchions with one hand. Brookida looked at him through the transparent sh.e.l.l of the airdome. The tough bubble membrane surrounded the dolphin's head. Tos.h.i.+o tore loose the las.h.i.+ngs holding Brookida in place. "You're going to have to take a breather with you, you know."

Brookida sighed as Tos.h.i.+o pulled a lever by the airdome. A small hose descended, one end covering Brookida's blowhole. Like a snake, ten feet of hose wrapped around Brookida's torso. Breathers were uncomfortable, and hindered speech. But by wearing one Brookida would not have to come up for air. The breather would help the old metallurgist ignore the cries in the water-a constant, uncomfortable reminder of his members.h.i.+p in a technological culture.

Tos.h.i.+o left Brookida tied in place by a single las.h.i.+ng. He pulled himself back onto the upper surface just as the first aftershock rolled overhead.

The sled bucked, but he was prepared this time. They were deep, and the wave pa.s.sed with surprising quickness.

"Okay, here goes." He pushed the throttle forward to max and blew ballast.

Soon the metal island appeared on his left. The screams of his comrades became distinctly louder over the sonar set. The distress call was now pre-eminent over the rescue fever response.

Tos.h.i.+o steered past the mound to the north. He wanted to give Brookida a big head start.

Just then, however, a sleek gray figure shot past Tos.h.i.+o, just overhead. He recognized it at once, and where it was headed.

He cut the last las.h.i.+ng. "Get moving, Brookida! If you come back anywhere near this island again I'll rip off your harness and bite your tail in half!"

He didn't bother looking back as Brookida dropped away and the sled turned sharply. He kicked in emergency power to try to catch up with Keepiru. The fastest swimmer in the Streak's crew was heading directly for the western beach. His cries were pure Primal Dolphin.

"d.a.m.n you, Keepiru. Stop!"

The sled sped quickly, just under the water's surface. The afternoon had aged, and there was a reddish tinge to the clouds, but Tos.h.i.+o could clearly see Keepiru leaping from wavelet to wavelet up ahead. He appeared indifferent to Tos.h.i.+o's calls as he neared the island where his comrades lay beached and delirious.

Tos.h.i.+o felt helpless. Another aftershock was due in three minutes. If it didn't beach the dolphin, Keepiru's own efforts probably would. Keepiru came from Atlast, a new and rather rustic colony world. It was doubtful he had learned the tools of mental discipline studied by Creideiki and Hikahi.

"Stop! If we time it right we can work as a team! We can avoid the aftershocks! Will you let me catch up?" he screamed. But it was no use. The fin had too much of a head start. The futile chase frustrated Tos.h.i.+o. How could he have lived and worked with dolphins all his life and known them so poorly? To think the Terragens Council had chosen him for this tour because of his experience with fins! Hah!

Tos.h.i.+o had always taken a lot of kidding from fins. They kidded all human children, while protecting them ferociously. But on signing aboard Streaker, Tos.h.i.+o had expected to be treated as an adult and officer. Sure, there'd be a little repartee, as he'd seen between man and fin back home, but mutual respect, as well. It hadn't worked out that way.

Keepiru had been the worst, starting right off with heavy sarcasm and never letting up.

So why am I trying to save him?

He remembered the fierce courage Keepiru had shown in saving him from the weed. There was no rescue fever then. The fin had been in full control over his harness.

So, he thinks of me as a child, Tos.h.i.+o realized bitterly. No wonder he doesn't hear me now.

Still, it offered a way. Tos.h.i.+o bit his lip, wis.h.i.+ng vainly for an alternative. To save Keepiru's life he would have to humiliate himself utterly. It wasn't an easy thing to decide to do, his pride had taken such a beating.

With a savage curse, he pulled back on the throttle and set the bow planes to descend. He turned up the hydrophones to maximum, swallowed, then cried out in pidgin Trinary.

Child drowning-child in danger! *

Child drowning-child's distress *

Human child-in need of savior *

Human child-come do your best! *

He repeated the call over and over, whistling through lips dry with shame. The nursery rhyme was taught to all the children of Calafia. Any kid past the age of nine who used it usually pleaded for transfer to another island to escape the subsequent razzing. There were more dignified ways an adult called for help.

None of which Keepiru had heard!

Ears burning, he repeated the call.

Not all Calafian kids did well with the fins, of course. Only a quarter of the planet's human population worked closely with the sea. But those adults were the ones who had learned the best ways to deal with dolphins. Tos.h.i.+o had always a.s.sumed he'd be one of them.

Now that was all over. If he got back to Streaker he'd have to hide in his cabin ... for at least the few days or weeks it took for the victors of the battle over Kithrup to come down and claim them all.

On his sonar screen, another fuzzy line of static was approaching from the west. Tos.h.i.+o let the sled slip a little deeper. Not that he cared. He continued to whistle, but he felt like crying.

# where-where-where child is-where child is? where # Primal Dolphin! Nearby! Almost, Tos.h.i.+o forgot his shame. He fingered a rope left over from Brookida's las.h.i.+ngs, and kept whistling.

A streak of gray twilight flashed past him. Tos.h.i.+o gathered his knees under him and took the rope in both hands. He knew Keepiru would circle below and come up the other side. When he saw the first hint of gray hurtling upward, Tos.h.i.+o launched himself from the sled.

The bullet-like body of the dolphin twisted in an abrupt, panicky attempt to avoid collision. Tos.h.i.+o cried out as the cetacean's tail struck him in the chest. But it was a cry more of glee than pain. He had timed it right!

As Keepiru twisted around again, Tos.h.i.+o flung himself backward, allowing the fin to pa.s.s between himself and the rope. He clamped his feet around the dolphin's slick tail and pulled the rope with all the will of a garroter.

"Got you!" he cried.

At that instant the aftershock hit.

The cycloid clutched and pulled at him. Bits of flotsam struck him as the suction tossed his body about in apparent alliance with the mad, bucking dolphin.

This time Tos.h.i.+o felt no fear of the wave. He was filled with a fierce battle l.u.s.t. Adrenalin seared through him like a hot flux. It pleased him to save Keepiru's life by physically punis.h.i.+ng him for weeks of humiliation.

The dolphin writhed in panic. As the shock rolled past them, Keepiru cried out the basic call for air. Desperately, the fin drove for the surface.

They breached, and Tos.h.i.+o just missed getting blasted by the spume from Keepiru's blowhole. Keepiru commenced a series of leaps, gyrating to shake loose of his unwelcome rider.

Each time they went underwater Tos.h.i.+o tried to call out.

"You're sentient," he gasped. "d.a.m.n you, Keepiru ... you're ... you're a stars.h.i.+p pilot!"

He knew he should be doing his coaxing in Trinary, but it was no use even trying, when he could barely hold on for dear life.

"You pea-brained ... phallic symbol!" he screamed as the water slammed against him. "You over-rated fis.h.!.+ You're killing me, you G.o.ddamed ... The Eatees own Calafia by now because you fins can't hold your tongues! We never should have taken you along into s.p.a.ce!"

The words were hateful. Contemptuous. At last Keepiru seemed to have heard. He reared out of the water like an enraged stallion. Tos.h.i.+o felt his grip tear loose, and he was flung away like a rag doll, to hit the sea with a splash.

Only eighteen cases were known, in the forty generations of dolphin uplift, in which a fin had attacked a human with murderous intent. In each case, every fin related to the perpetrator had been sterilized. Still, Tos.h.i.+o expected to be crushed at any instant. He didn't care. He had realized, at last, the cause of his depression. It had come to the surface when he was wrestling with Keepiru.

It hadn't been his ability to go home that had hurt, these last few weeks. It was another fact that he had not allowed himself to think of even once since the battle off Morgran.

The ETs ... the extraterrestrials ... the Galactics of every stripe and philosophy which were chasing Streaker ... would not settle for hunting down the dolphin-crewed s.h.i.+p.

At least one ET race would have seen that the Streak might successfully go into hiding. Or they might imagine, erroneously, that her crew had succeeded in pa.s.sing the secret of her discovery to Earth. Either way, the logical next step for one of the more amoral or vicious Galactic races would be coercion.

Earth might be able to defend herself. Probably Omnivarium and Hermes, as well. The Tymbrimi would defend the Caanan colonies.

But places like Calafia, or Atlast, must be captured by now. They were hostages, his family and everyone he had known. And Tos.h.i.+o realized that he blamed the fins.

Another aftershock was due any minute now. Tos.h.i.+o didn't care.

Pieces of floating debris drifted all about nearby. Not more than a kilometer away Tos.h.i.+o could see the metal-mound. At least it looked like the same one. He couldn't tell if there were dolphins stranded on the sh.o.r.e or not.

A large piece of flotsam drifted near him. It took him a moment to realize that it was Keepiru.

Tos.h.i.+o treaded water as he opened his faceplate.

"Well," he asked, "are you proud of yourself?"

Keepiru turned slightly to one side, and one dark eye looked up at Tos.h.i.+o. The bulge at the top of the cetacean's head, where human meddling had created a vocal apparatus from the former blowhole, gave out a long, soft, warbling sound.

Tos.h.i.+o couldn't be certain it was just a sigh. It might have been an apology in Primal Dolphin. The possibility alone was enough to make him angry.

"Can that c.r.a.p! I just want to know one thing. Do I have to send you back to the s.h.i.+p? Or do you think you can stay sentient long enough to help me? Answer in Anglic, and it had better be grammatically correct!"

Keepiru moaned in pure anguish. After a moment of heavy breathing he finally spoke, quite slowly.

"Don't sssend me back. They're still calling for help! I will do what you ask-k-k!"

Tos.h.i.+o hesitated. "All right. Go down after the sled. When you've found it, put on a breather. I don't want you hampered by need for air, and you need a constant reminder with you, too!

"Then bring the sled up near the island, but not too close!"

Keepiru flung his head up in a huge nodding motion. "Yesss!" he cried. Then he flipped and dove into the water. It was just as well Keepiru had left all the thinking to him.

The fin might have balked if he'd caught onto what Tos.h.i.+o had in mind to do next.

A kilometer to the island; there was only one way to get there fast and avoid a scramble up the slanting, abrasive, metal-coral surface. He checked his orientation one more time, then a drop in the water level told him that the wave was coming.

The fourth wave seemed the gentlest by far. He knew the feeling was deceptive. He was in water deep enough so that the swell came at him as a gentle lump in the ocean, rather than a crested breaker. He dove down into the hump and swam against the direction of motion for a time before rising to the surface.

He had to gauge it just right. Swim back too far and he wouldn't reach the island before the following trough arrived and pulled him out to sea again. To remain at the front of the wave would be to body-surf a vicious breaker onto the beach, undertow and all.

It was all happening too fast. He swam hard, but couldn't tell if he had pa.s.sed the peak of the wave or not. Then a glance told him that it was too late for remedial measures. He flipped around to face the looming, foliage-topped mound.

The breaker started a hundred yards ahead, but the slope rapidly ate away at the wave as bottom dragged the cycloid into a crested monster. The peak moved backward, toward Tos.h.i.+o, even as the wave hurtled upward onto the beach.

The boy braced himself as the crest reached him. He was prepared to look down on a precipice, and then see nothing more.

What he saw was a cataract of white foam as the wave began to die. Tos.h.i.+o cried out to keep his ear channels open, and started swimming furiously to stay atop the churning tide of spume and debris.

Suddenly, there was greenery all around. Trees and shrubs which had withstood the earlier a.s.saults shook under this attack. Some tore loose of their moorings even as Tos.h.i.+o flew past them. Others stood and flailed at him as he hurtled through.

No sharp branch impaled him. No unbreaking vine garroted him as he pa.s.sed. In a tumbling, tossing confusion he finally came to rest, somehow hugging the trunk of a huge tree, while the wave churned, and finally receded.

Miraculously, he was on his feet, the first man to stand on the soil of Kithrup. Tos.h.i.+o stared dazedly at his surroundings, briefly not believing his survival.

Then he hurriedly opened his faceplate, and became the first man to lose his breakfast on the soil of Kithrup.

8 ::: Galactics "Slay them!" The Jophur high priest demanded. "Slay the isolated Thennanin battlecruisers on our sixth quadrant!"

The Jophur chief of staff bowed its twelve-ringed trunk before the high priest.

"The Thennanin are our allies-of-the-moment! How can we turn on them without first performing the secret rituals of betrayal? Their ancestors will not be appeased!"

The Jophur high priest expanded its six outer sap-rings. It rose high upon its dais at the rear of the command chamber.

"There is no time to perform the rites! Now, as our alliance finishes sweeping this sector, as our alliance has become the strongest! Now, while this phase of the battle still rages. Now, while the foolish Thennanin have opened up their flanks to us. Now may we harm them greatly!"

The chief of staff pulsed in agitation, its outer sap-rings discoloring with emotion.

"We may change alliances as it suits us, agreed. We may betray our allies, agreed. We may do anything to win the prize agreed. But we may not do so without performing the rituals! The rituals are what make us the appropriate vessels for the will of the ancients! You would bring us down to the level of the heretics!"

The dais shook with the high priest's anger.