“Deceive you? What are you talkin’ about?”
“Please, Louis. I am not a larval form, or a human innocent. If I inspected the Zardalu and their equipment with ultrasonic signals, is it likely I would do less for you? Let us discuss the contents of your satchel — the small one. Open it, if you please.”
“Hey, I was goin’ to show you anyway, soon as the rest was gone. You don’t think I’d try an’ keep it from you, do you? We both know that wouldn’t work for more than a minute.”
“I knew that you could not succeed in doing so. It is good to hear that you did not intend to try.” Atvar H’sial turned the yellow trumpets of her hearing organs to Nenda as he crouched down to open the little satchel that accompanied him everywhere.
After a few moments a pale-apricot head peeped out.
Atvar H’sial released the chemical equivalent of a sigh. “Louis Nenda, I knew of this, minutes after the last adult Zardalu vanished into the vortex. Where did you get it?”
“Little bugger bit me, when I was hiding inside Holder.” Nenda peered into the satchel, careful to keep clear of the young Zardalu’s questing beak. “Greedy little devil, that’s for sure — eaten every last scrap of food I stuck in there.”
“But you did not have to take and hide it. What act of folly is this, to keep in your possession a member of the spiral arm’s most dangerous life-form? It can be of no use to you in the struggle here.”
“Well, you don’t seem too upset. Look at it this way. If the other Zardalu are all alive, then one more won’t make a bit of difference. An’ if the others are all dead, one surviving specimen would be absolutely priceless to anybody who got back home. Think of it, At.”
“I did think of it — long since.” The Cecropian reached out a forelimb and picked up the infant Zardalu. It wriggled furiously in her grasp. “And I agreed with you; otherwise I would have made my own thoughts known.” She watched the writhing orange form. “It is alive, and obviously healthy. Apparently the Zardalu idea that their young need meat in order to thrive has no validity.”
“Or maybe with no meat they grown up less vicious. That’d be nice. So you agree — I should keep it?”
“At least for a while.” Atvar H’sial placed the little Zardalu down on the ground, close to Nenda’s feet. “But let me give you a solemn warning. The Zardalu were the galaxy’s most feared species. There must have been good reason for that, and our small victory over a few bewildered and desperate specimens does nothing to gainsay it. Remember, in a couple of years this infant will be big enough to tear you apart and eat you.”
“Mebbe. I’m not worried. Hell, if I can’t control a baby, I oughta be ashamed of myself.”
“It will not remain a baby. And perhaps you will be ashamed of yourself — if you live so long. But now…” Atvar H’sial crouched close to Louis Nenda. Her emotional intensity had heightened, in subtle waves of chemicals. “Now the time for conversation has ended, and the time for action is here. There is a battle to be fought. Are you ready to put your new plaything to one side and begin the conflict?”
CHAPTER 28
“I must reiterate to you the great importance of this matter.” The speaker paused, and his eyes glared out of the screen. “And although it pains me to add this, I must remind you of your failure to honor your commitment and promises.”
Darya Lang wriggled in her wicker chair and stared at Professor Merada’s recorded image with a mixture of disbelief and irritation. The video signal had been sent skipping across the Bose Communications Network, bearing its MOST URGENT — IMMEDIATE ACTION insignia and her full name and title. Within minutes of her final descent from Midway Station and her arrival at the surface of Opal, the video in her room had been flashing for attention.
“Forty standard days,” the speaker went on. “The fifth edition of the Universal Artifact Catalog is due for final compilation in just forty standard days! It cannot be completed without your assistance. As you well know, I told you of my great concern and worry when you announced your intention to travel to the Phemus Circle and observe the event you described as Summertide. If my cautionary words at the time were less strong than they should have been, it was only that I had your reassurance and personal promise that the journey would not affect your schedule for delivery of materials. It is imperative that the Catalog appear on time.” The full mouth pursed in disapproval. “And if your material does not reach me in twenty days, at the very latest, it will be too late. The consequences of that will be most severe. I intend to—”
Darya turned off the sound.
Hans Rebka had entered the room as the words personal promise were spoken. He was carrying a sheaf of messages. He shook his head, sighed, and dropped into a chair at Darya’s side.
“Half an hour we’ve been back on Opal,” he said, “and look at these. Dozens of ’em. From Shipping Controclass="underline" ‘Please explain the failure of the Zardalu Communion ship, the Have-It-All, to file a flight plan before leaving the Dobelle system.’ From Port Authority: ‘Define current location and status of the freighter Incomparable.’ From Transient Control and Emigration: ‘Provide the present location of the Cecropian, Atvar H’sial’ — hell, I just wish I could provide that.”
Darya gestured at the screen in front of her. “I have the same sort of problem. Look at him! What are you gong to do?”
“Dump the lot on poor old Birdie. You know the worst thing about all this? Everything has changed, yet I’m supposed to take all this bureaucratic nonsense seriously.”
“No, it hasn’t.” Darya pointed at the screen again, where Professor Merada was still in full spate and shaking his finger out at her. “Hasn’t changed, I mean. Three months ago, that message would have had me weeping. I’d have been totally appalled at the idea that I was missing a publication date. Now?” She shrugged. “So I miss a deadline by a couple of weeks. I’ll get the work done, and we’ll still publish on time. You see things differently after you’ve traveled sixty thousand light-years and had a fight with the Zardalu. Everything hasn’t changed, Hans. Everything else is just the same — we’ve changed.”
“Well, everything will change, unless people start taking us more seriously.” Rebka slapped the sheaf of papers onto the low table in front of him. “Julius Graves sent a message straight to the Alliance Council from Midway Station, telling what happened to us and warning about the Zardalu. He just received a reply. Know what they did? Ordered him back to Miranda, for psychological examination. And he’s a councilor!”
“Is he going?”
“He is. He has to. But he’s madder than hell. He’s taking Tally’s brain to be reembodied, and I’m going with them. Between the three of us, maybe the Alliance will start to believe what we say.”
“The four of us. I know.” Darya held up her hand. “I told you I had to get back to Sentinel Gate and catch up on my work. But I’m going with you anyway. All that” — she jerked her thumb at the irate face of Professor Merada — “is like a shadow world. Studying the Builders was all right, when there was no alternative. But we’ve been beyond the shadows. The-One-Who-Waits and Speaker-Between are real. The Builders are real. The Zardalu are real. We have to make other people believe that. And then I have to go back to Glister — and try again.”