Beowulf's Children

"Ahem."

He spun the skeeter around and headed back north. He pointed his forefinger at Mary A

About fifty miles from the Bluff, Cadma

He sighed. "Any of them emergency?"

"In case of an emergency message I would have initiated contact despite your request for isolation," she chided gently. "You have several priority dispatches, but no emergency."

"Hmmm... sort and play."

There was a beep, and before Cassandra could broadcast an old message, the air crackled. "Dad! Are you there?"

"Absolutely. Justin?"

"Glad you ‘re on line."

"Problems?"

"We've had a little excitement since you left."

"Like what?"

"That would be telling. Why don't you just fly straight to Aquatics, Dad-and promise me something?"

"Like what?"

"That you'll try to keep an open mind."

"You implying I have a problem in that department?"

"First edition: Oxford-Avalonian Dictionary. Verb: Weylandize.

Definition: to render inflexible."

"Hah hah. Want to give me a hint?"

"I think not. See you in about twenty minutes. And first-class promise about that open mind, remember?"

"Remember."

Cadma

"Our eldest boy. He's got a surprise for me. At Aquatics..." His thumb hovered over the control panel. If he touched the switch again, Cassandra would come back on, and in all probability tell him more about the surprise than he really wanted to hear.

I'll let it be a mystery, he thought.

All right, Justin, m'boy. Thrill me.

The skeeter pad was clear as they dropped down toward Aquatics. A small crowd had already gathered around it, with another clutch of curiosity-seekers ringing one of the dolphin pens. Dolphins... ? Had Quanda and Hipshot finally made the beast with two backs, or whatever it was that dolphins did? But that wouldn't be a priority call-

He hovered for a moment, until the crowd backed farther away. There had only been one skeeter accident on Avalon, but that was enough. A sudden gust of wind, and Harry Siep's arm was spurting in the dust. Lucky for Harry. It could have been his head, and heads were much more difficult to reattach.

They spun down into a perfect landing. Mary A

Seeing her made him sigh. She possessed all of her mother's beauty, and she didn't have ice on her mind. "Daddy," she whispered in his ear, as intimate as a lover, "we've really got something."

He stepped down from the skeeter, and was immediately awash in comments from the rest of the crowd. He waved an awkward hello. As always, he had the sense that the group was waiting for something. Some proclamation, some reaction from him. They hung on his words as if his opinion meant more than all the rest of theirs combined. It was this as much as anything that created his intermittent need to escape, to be off in the south hunting, or fishing, or collecting plants. On such trips he turned his goddamned tracer off. Nothing but an emergency message was authorized to break through. Zack had "tested" that precisely once. No one else even tried.

Cadma

At the moment Jessica was all showboat, twinkly and vibrating with secret knowledge, hugging Sylvia to give both mothers equal attention, then linking arms with Cadma

Justin opened the door for them.

Cadma

"Jesus Christ..." he started. He was frozen, felt the chill right down to his heels. The beast reminded him of a moray, in some ways... but it was a good deal larger. "You dredge this out of the Deeps?"

"Damn near grabbed it out of your living room, Dad," Jessica said. Justin quickly recounted their adventure. Cadma

A large yellowish plastic bubble framed the tank, and several wet oily splotches on the inside suggested that the eel had attempted escape. It glided through the water, swishing hard from side to side, around and around endlessly, expending vast energy. Jessica and Justin appeared behind him.

"Does it eat?"

"Sure does. Anything that swims. The dolphins have been sharing."

"Has Big Chaka looked at this yet?"

"He'll fly in from the coast this evening," Jessica said. "Little Chaka's run a simulation."

"And?"

Little Chaka spoke from just behind him. The voice was always deep and resonant, and a little surprising because it came from slightly above him. Only two people in the world were taller than Cadma

"It eats fish. Land animals too?"

"If it could swallow them whole. It's not built to carve out steaks. But I think we're seeing it at the end of its life cycle. This is an old creature. What passes for a liver is operating at maybe fifty percent. I think it will be dead in a year. Have to ask Father, of course."

"Could it have had legs early in its cycle?"

"Interesting idea, but Cassandra says no. The eggs are almost mature-"

"Eggs?"

"Yes, we've got samples. What she's producing are thousands of little eely things that look just like Mama. No sign of legs. I think that Mama Eel is primarily aquatic, and can survive out of the water just long enough to get back upstream. She really prefers salt water to fresh. No sign of speed sacs or anything like them. This is a pretty standard animal. Not a lot of surprises."

Cadma

He shook his head, and all was normal again. A perfectly harmless eel swished angrily through the water. Harmless. Captured.

Swish, swish.

"So why has it come back?"

"To breed," someone said.

"What Colonel Weyland meant was why now?" Chaka said. "And we don't know."

Cadma

"Dad, we'll have to go," Jessica said.

He nodded. The eel would start that debate again. It was time for a full-dress expedition to the mainland, had been for years. He'd always known they would have to go there.

Someday. He had no taste for it. After the Grendel Wars, he had thought he wanted that, and had made two trips to the mainland, the second shorter than the first. He had bagged a grendel with the new grendel guns, and been holo'ed gri

But something had altered within him, some subtle tidal change in his bones.

If there was anything he needed to prove about himself, he would prove it here, on the island. And if there was anything that he needed to know about grendels, he would allow others to learn it for him.