“No!” he shouted back. The path rounded a little outcropping and dipped down to water level. Great! Now they won’t even have to jump to get us! But on the other side of a clump of giant grazertail plants, the path intersected a broad, flat path that led back into a gap in the cliff face. “This is it!” he shouted at LifeCrier. Skidding a little on the marshmuck, he cut a sharp right turn and darted in.
By the time they realized that it was a box canyon, the three sharpfangs were out of the water and thudding up the path behind them.
Maverick’s breath was coming in short, ragged gasps now, and his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst his ribcage. “Is there a way out?” he said between gasps.
“Not that I can see,” LifeCrier wheezed. “Perhaps around-around that bend there. ” They both staggered in the direction in which he was looking.
“Still think-SilverSides-is gonna save us?”
“I’m sure-” LifeCrier licked his lips. “I’m sure she has a reason for all this. ”
“It’s just that-if she’s planning to save us-this’d be a real good time, y’know?” They rounded the bend.
LifeCrier stopped in his tracks and gasped, “Mother have mercy!” Then he dropped on his belly and began whining like a pup. Maverick looked where LifeCrier had been looking.
He saw the four WalkingStones.
Oh, Mother, did 1 figurethese things wrong!
The WalkingStones were tall; as tall as sharpfangs, almost, and black as a starless night. They stood firmly on their hind legs, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and sported broad chests and massive forelegs that looked as if they could uproot trees. In place of eyes they had narrow slits filled with a flickering, hellish light, and in place of forepaws they had great hooks like a fliptail’s pincers.
“LifeCrier!” Maverick whispered urgently. “Are those male WalkingStones?!”
LifeCrier peeked out between his fingers, and then covered his eyes again and went back to whimpering. “Yes, yes, that’s them!”
“They’re raising their right forelegs. Their paws-they’re hanging funny. They’ve got some kind of extra bone extruding from their wrists. Is that how they throw lightning?”
“Yes!” LifeCrier clamped his paws down harder, as if trying to push his face through the ground.
“LifeCrier, there’s some kind of glow forming around-”
CRACK! Lightning split the air and echoed off the sides of the box canyon. The brilliant flash dazzled Maverick’s eyes; for half a minute, all he could see were searing blue afterimages.
About the time that his vision cleared and his ears stopped ringing, the scent of blood and burnt flesh reached his nose, and he noticed that he was still alive. And he could no longer hear the sharpfangs. He turned around to see how close they were.
The sharpfangs were close, but they would get no closer. Where once they had heads, they now had smoking stumps. One WalkingStone stood by the corpses, inspecting them with his red, fiery eyes, his lightning-thrower extended and ready.
Another was walking toward the kin. Maverick put a paw on LifeCrier’s shoulder and tried to jostle him out of his terrified cringe. LifeCrier peeked out just long enough to mutter, “Off the spit and into the fire. ”
The WalkingStone halted. “Be you well, Master LifeCrier?” Its inflection was odd, and it spoke in a garbled mix of HuntTongue and KinSpeech, but it was understandable.
The words were what finally got LifeCrier to uncover his face. “You-you know my name?”
“Oh, certainly, master. As you are he whom we were sent to serve. ”
“Serve? Serve me?” LifeCrier’s ears went up.
“Such is our mission. Have you been served well by the demise of yon sharpfangs?”
LifeCrier got to his feet and took a hesitant step toward the WalkingStone. “Y-yes, very well. But-” He paused, and looked sharply at the WalkingStone. “Were you sent by SilverSides?”
“We are sent to protect you. ”
“By SilverSides? Have you seen her? Did she give you any words for us?”
The WalkingStone tilted its head slightly, as if looking over LifeCrier’s head. “We have seen the one you know as SilverSides. And we bring you this message: You are to go to the Hill of Stars. ”
“What?”
The WalkingStone shifted into a deep, stentorian voice. “You are to return to your den and gather your followers. Instruct them to gather their females and their offspring; gather their possessions and all that they would take with them, and follow you into the Hill of Stars. There a place has been prepared for you to dwell, and you shall never know hunger nor want again!”
LifeCrier’s mouth dropped open, and he sat down heavily on his haunches. “Well, I’ll be!” He looked at Maverick, smiled, and shook his head. “I expected a miracle, but not this soon!” He looked at the WalkingStone and shook his head again. “We’ll live in the Hill of Stars and have all our needs provided for?”
“You will be served and protected,” the WalkingStone said.
LifeCrier nodded. “Yes. Yes, I understand now. How soon?”
“Your place is being prepared even as we speak. It will be ready by the time you return to PackHome with this news. ”
LifeCrier nodded again, sagely this time. “Very well. Servant, we will meet you at the Hill of Stars. ”
“As you wish, master. ” The WalkingStone bent in the middle-a gesture that Maverick found puzzling-and backed away. As one, the other WalkingStones turned to join it, and together the four of them marched out of the canyon.
Maverick turned to LifeCrier and found that LifeCrier was looking at him with an enigmatic smile on his face. “Well, Maverick, it seems that you and a few others have a little apologizing to do. What do you think about a silly old kin and his SilverSides nonsense now?”
“Sir,” Maverick said with a respectful baring of his throat, “only a fool would refuse to believe after seeing this. Where you lead, I will follow. ”
“Excellent. ” LifeCrier got to his feet and gave Maverick an affectionate nuzzle. “You are my first true follower, and my strong right paw. I shall name you-”
Maverick interrupted him with a discreet cough. “Begging your pardon, sir, but I’d really rather stick with Maverick. It’s easier to remember. ”
LifeCrier looked a little disappointed. “Oh, very well. You’re now Maverick, the First Believer. ” He looked back at the smoking corpses of the three sharpfangs-already flyers, eightlegs, and other carrion-feeders were starting to gather-and dismissed them with a sniff.
“Now let’s follow those WalkingStones and see if we can’t find a way out of this canyon. ” LifeCrier set off at a trot.
Panting, bewildered, but full of honest trust, Maverick fell in behind.
Chapter 16. Derec
The robotics lab was dim and quiet, except for the quartet of high-intensity lamps that Avery had pulled down from the ceiling and the soft chirping of the positronic monitor. The data terminals and chairs were gone, dissolved back into the substance of the ship; the work table was reconfigured into a body-contour slab that held the immobile figure of Mandelbrot. A function robot with four long, mantis-like arms stood behind Avery, handing out utensils as he asked for them, while another floated a foot over Mandelbrot’s head, carefully monitoring his positronic brain functions and ensuring a stable supply of power to the critical synthecortex.
. Derec and Avery crouched over the robot’s open chest, trying hard not to block each other’s light. They’d already removed most of Mandelbrot’ s chest plating and disconnected the power from the cube cage. Now they were carefully cutting away the damaged portions of the data bus and fitting replacement parts.