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"Let us rest here for a time," I said. "I choose that spot." I indicated a place beneath a small tree,
"And I will rest here," Kwib said, moving to a position across from me beside a large rock.
"I miss my Ruby Stone, Dear One," I said.
"As do I, Love."
"I wish to bear the eggs that he will tend. Love."
"As do I, Slim One."
"What was that noise?"
"I heard nothing."
I listened again, but there were no sounds.
"It is said that one who is larger—such as myself— can drink more of the heating beverage with less effect," Kwib said, after staring into the shadows for a long while and nodding suddenly.
"I have heard this, also. Are you choosing this place, Dear One?"
Kwib rose-
"I would be a fool not to, Beloved. May there always be peace between our spirits."
I remained where I was.
"Could it ever be otherwise, my Kwib?"I sought the two sticks at my belt, where the talons resembled hardroot rings.
"Truly you are the kindest, the finest ..." Kwib began.
... And then she lunged, her mandibles wide for the major cut.
I struck low on her thorax with one set of talons, rolling to the side as I did so. Recovering, I raked the other across the great facets of her eyes in which images of the moons and stars had glittered and danced. She whistled and drew back. I brought both sets of talons around and across and down, driving them with all of my strength behind the high chitin plate below her dear head. Her whistling grew more shrill and the talons were torn from my grasp as she fell back. The odor of body fluid came to me, and the odor of fear... .
I struck her with my full weight. I extended my mandibles and seized her head. She struggled for but a moment, then lay still.
"Be kind to our Ruby Stone," she told me. "He is so gentle, so fragile...."
"Always, Beloved," I told her, and then I completed the stroke.
I lay there atop her hard and supple form, covering her body with warm leptors.
"Farewell, Reaper of the Wood. Dear One ..." I said.
Finally, I rose and used my mandibles to cut through the hard corners of her armor. She was so soft inside. I had to bear all of her back within me to our Ruby Stone. I began the Feast of Love.
It was full daylight when I had cleaned Kwib's armor to a slick, shining hardness and assembled it carefully, working with the toughest grass fibers. When I hung her on the tree she made gentle clicking noises in the passing air.
From somewhere, I heard another sound—steady, buzzing, u
I looked about. Was that a giant shadow retreating beyond the hill? My movements were sluggish. I could not pursue. I could not have certainty, knew that I could never have it. I had to have rest, now....
Heavily, slowly, I moved to a place near the rock andsettled there. I listened to the spirit voice of my darling, borne by the wind from her shell... .
...- Sleep, she was saying, sleep. 1 am with you, now and ever. Yours is the privilege and the pleasure. Love. May there always be peace between our spirits... .
... And sleep I must before I take feet to the trail. Ruby, Ruby Stone, my Ruby Stone, waiting with the color of fire on your brow, glorious in the sunlight, soft and subtle in the evening... . Your waiting is almost ended. It is only yours to wait, to stand and to witness our returning. But now we have finished the trial of love and are coming back to you.... I can see the Home, so clearly, where we placed you... . Soon you will bring your brightness near to us. We will give you eggs. We will feed you. Soon, soon ... The shadow is there again, but I ca
Sleep, sings Kwib. Wait, sings Kwib. Soon, sings Kwib. Our parts in the great song-show of life, Love.
HALF JACK
One day, I saw a nice, slick, pretty, new magazine called Omni and was overcome by the desire to have a story m it, so I wrote this one and did.
He walked barefoot along the beach. Above-the city several of the brighter stars held for a few final moments against the wash of light from the east. He fingered a stone, then buried it in the direction from which the sun would come. He watched for a long while until it had vanished from sight. Eventually it would begin skipping. Before then, he had turned and was headed back, to the city, the apartment, the girl.Somewhere beyond the skyline a vehicle lifted, burning its way into the heavens. It took the remainder of the night with it as it faded. Walking on, he smelled the countryside as well as the ocean. It was a pleasant world, and this a pleasant city—spaceport as well as seaport— here in this backwater limb of the galaxy. A good place in which to rest and immerse the neglected portion of himself in the flow of humanity, the colors and sounds of the city, the constant tugging of gravity. But it had been three months now. He fingered the scar on his brow. He had let two offers pass him by to linger. There was another pending his consideration.
As he walked up Kami's street, he saw that her apartment was still dark. Good, she would not even have missed him, again. He pushed past the big front door, still not repaired since he had kicked it open the evening of the fire, two—no, three—nights ago. He used the stairsHe let himself in quietly.
He was in the kitchen preparing breakfast when he heard her stirring.
"Jack?"
"Yes. Good morning."
"Come back."
"All right."
He moved to the bedroom door and entered the room. She was lying there, smiling. She raised her arms slightly.
"I've thought of a wonderful way to begin the day."
He seated himself on the edge of the bed and embraced her. For a moment she was sleep-warm and sleep-soft against him, but only for a moment.
"You've got too much on," she said, unfastening his shirt.
He peeled it off and dropped it. He removed his trousers. Then he held her again.
"More," she said, tracing the long fine scar that ran down his forehead, alongside his nose, traversing his chin, his neck, the right side of his chest and abdomen, passing to one side of his groin, where it stopped.
"Come on."
"You didn't even know about it until a few nights ago."
She kissed him, brushing his cheeks with her lips.
"It really does something for me."
"For almost three months—"
"Take it off. Please."He sighed and gave a half-smile. He rose to bis feet.
"All right."
He reached up and put a hand to his long, black hair. He took hold of it- He raised his other hand and spread his fingers along his scalp at the hairline. He pushed his fingers toward the back of his head and the entire hairpiece came free with a soft, crackling sound. He dropped the hairpiece atop his shirt on the floor.
The right side of his head was completely bald; the left had a begi
He placed his fingertips together on the crown of his head, then drew his right hand to the side and down. His face opened vertically, splitting apart along the scar, padded synthetic flesh tearing free from electrostatic bonds. He drew it down over his right shoulder and biceps, rolling it as far as his wrist. He played with the flesh of his hand as with a tight glove, finally withdrawing the hand with a soft, sucking sound. He drew it away from his side, hip, and buttock, and separated it at his groin. Then, again seating himself on the edge of the bed, he rolled it down his leg, over the thigh, knee, calf, heel. He treated his foot as he, had his hand, pinching each toe free separately before pulling off the body glove. He shook it out and placed it with his clothing.