Hazard began to drum on his chest and issued a series of vibrating sounds. The scorpion shifted slightly from side to side, seeming genuinely confused.
"Temp! Temp! Try Crawler speech on it," said Howard.
Temp pattered up to join Hazard, clicking tentatively. Hazard joined in; he was almost fluent in Cockroach now. And of course, someone else would not be left out.
"Me, too! Me, too!" said Boots. She jumped off of Ares's head, and Gregor just barely caught her.
"Hey!" he said. "You can't just jump off—"
But she was already out of his arms, running over to the mother scorpion. "Let me talk! Let me talk!" Boots squealed, hopping eagerly from foot to foot. A stream of clicking intermingled with English poured out of her mouth. It was so frenetic, Hazard and Temp left off and let her go. Boots rattled on for about a minute, gesturing to the babies and singing little bits of "Itsy-Bitsy Spider" and click, click, clicking away, and then suddenly she stopped, her hands clasped together, her chin forward, as if she was eagerly expecting an answer.
There was a long pause, and then one of the scorpions behind Gregor made a few clicks. Then everybody started babbling or clicking or hissing until Howard called for silence.
Nike came in for a landing. Cartesian had worked himself into a state of exhaustion and lay limp on her back, glazed eyes staring into space. Howard slid off the bat and took Hazard's hand.
"What is it, Hazard? What do they understand?" said Howard.
"I think that they both understand some Hisser, I can't tell about the Spinner talk, and the big one there knows Crawler," said Hazard.
"All right, then," said Howard. "Ask them to free Thalia. Tell them we mean no harm and only wish to pass."
Hazard communicated this to the scorpion who had clicked. They did not hear him respond. But he must have said something to the mother scorpion, because she released her grip on Thalia. The little bat fluttered right into Aurora's wings and buried her head.
The scorpion began to click again.
"He wants to know how we came here," said Hazard.
"Tell him," said Luxa. "Tell him the rats chased us here, sure that the stingers would kill us."
Hazard transmitted the message and the scorpion replied after a minute. "The gnawers are their enemies, too. They have recently forced the stingers out of some of their lands."
"Have they seen the nibblers?" asked Luxa.
Hazard talked a moment with the scorpion and said, "They have. The rats drove them by here only yesterday. And it does not go well with the nibblers. Many are sick or injured."
Boots, who had been very patient for a three-year-old, could no longer contain herself. She went off again, clicking and singing and pointing at the mother scorpion.
"What is your problem?" said Gregor, scooping her up.
"She wants to pet the babies," said Hazard.
"What? They're scorpions, Boots. You don't pet them!" said Gregor. But he was wrong again. A few minutes later, after some negotiation and assurances that they were too little to sting, Boots was sitting on the mother scorpion's back cooing to the babies as she patted their shells. Gregor guessed he shouldn't be surprised when he remembered how readily she'd taken to the cockroaches. And they were full-grown.
Hazard came over to join her and seemed to be able to talk to the mother some by hissing. Howard and Temp continued to exchange information with the bilingual scorpion. Luxa got out the last, very stale cake and laid it out as a peace offering for the scorpions. All thoughts of fighting were gone. Luxa licked a bit of frosting from her finger and shook her head. "It reminds me of what Hamnet told us in the jungle," she said to Gregor.
"What's that?" he said.
"About how many creatures do not wish to fight," said Luxa.
"But you'll never know if you show up waving your sword around," said Gregor, remembering. "I guess it's a good thing we were all so useless."
"Yes, if we could have actually fought, no doubt someone would now be dead," said Luxa.
"The stingers have agreed to let us stay here and rest before we move on," said Howard.
Ares and Nike got directions to a stream that ran through a nearby tunnel and soon returned with fish. They had a sort of picnic with the scorpions: raw fish and cake, and cold water to drink.
Boots would not eat the fish herself but loved feeding it to the baby scorpions. They took the fish but couldn't really swallow it. The scorpions seemed to need to drink their food like the spiders had. Injecting it with some liquid until it turned to goo. So the babies stole bites from the pile of gunk in front of their mother. Gregor just tried not to look at it. Hazard and Temp continued to act as interpreters.
"We know so little of stingers," said Howard. "Ask them, do they always live here or are they wanderers?"
"They say they have always lived here. Usually it is very peaceful. No one bothers them. But of late, the whole Underland comes to their doorstep. Shiners, nibblers, gnawers, crawlers, fliers, and even killers," said Hazard. He bit into a raw fish as if he'd said nothing out of the ordinary. But Gregor could see the look of shock on Howard's and Luxa's faces.
"Killers," said Gregor. "Who are they? Is there some other monster running around out here?"
"Oh, no, Gregor," said Hazard simply. "It's us. We humans are the killers."
CHAPTER 18
"What do you mean, we're the killers?" asked Gregor.
"You know how things have two names. Rats are gnawers. Bats are fliers. Most people call Temp a crawler, but my mother called him a cockroach like you do," said Hazard. "And she said 'spider' like Boots."
"When Sandwich came down, he used 'spider' as well," said Howard. "But in time, 'spinner' became the more popular term."
"In the Underland, creatures are named for what they do," said Hazard. "That's why they're the stingers," said Hazard, nodding to a scorpion. "And Ares is a flier. And we're killers."
"I've never heard that before," said Gregor.
"We do not like the name, so our friends do not call us by it. And our enemies do not use it to our faces, either, because it makes the humans seem too strong," said Howard.
"Killers, huh?" Gregor said to Luxa. He had seen too much in the Underland to give the humans some sort of "good guy" status. They were capable of doing plenty of damage. But what had they done to have earned the name "killers"? Had they really killed more than any of the other creatures?
"It is a very old name. As Howard says, we do not like it," she said. "I am surprised to hear you use it, Hazard."
"My father used it sometimes," said Hazard.
"Well, your father was not... he was not really one of us anymore," said Luxa. "I mean, he did not want to live with us."
"No. He did not like being a killer," said Hazard.
"Stop it! Stop saying that!" said Luxa.
Hazard looked at her in surprise. She almost never rebuked him. "Why? It is true. Humans are known for their killing."
"It is a very old name, Hazard," said Howard. "One we would like to see fade away entirely."
"I don't know how that will happen," said Hazard earnestly. "It's what most creatures call you in their own tongues, even if they do not use it in English. The hissers, the spinners, the crawlers, almost everyone."
"Well, that is an interesting piece of news," said Luxa, shooting a look at Temp.
"An old word, it be, old," said Temp uncomfortably.
"How could you not know that?" asked Hazard.
"Because you and your dad were the first humans who ever learned to speak another creature's language," said Gregor. "Better let it drop now, Hazard."
"I'm sorry," Hazard said, squeezing Luxa's hand.
"It is of no account," she said, giving him a hug. But Gregor could tell she was still unhappy about the whole conversation.