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No one spoke, and Deb went on, “So here’s what I propose. I’ll snake through the vegetation, keeping low, until I can get a closer look at the encampment. No matter what I see, I won’t make any attempt at contact — that’s a promise. I’ll return here, tell you what I’ve seen, and we’ll decide what we want to do next. Everyone in agreement?”
“No.” The objection came not from Vow-of-Silence, or Eager Seeker. It was Chrissie Winger who was shaking her head. “You’re the leader of the shore party, even if you don’t think so. That means we normally do what you say.”
“So do what I say now.”
“Wait a minute. The team leader ought not to be an advance scout, because you may have to make tough decisions back here. Suppose you get into trouble, what do the rest of us do? So somebody else ought to go take the look-see. I propose that Tarb and me do it.” Chrissie held up a hand, because Deb’s mouth was opening. “The two of us have been sitting on our hands for weeks, waiting to find something to do—”
“We all have,” said Da
“ — something that fits in with our special skills. Now, you Da
“Fine. You and Tarb can be the scouts.”
“We’ve been working together for years, in all kinds of situations. Whatever one of us does, the other can back up and support—”
Chrissie broke off as Tarbush Hanson gripped her arm.
“Not another word, Chrissie,” he said gently. “Weren’t you listening? Deb already agreed.”
“She did?”
“I said you could be the advance scouts.” Deb spoke fast, before the Stellar Group aliens could question her decision. “But you’ll follow certain rules.”
“No violence,” Vow-of-Silence said immediately. “No m-murder or fighting.”
“That’s one rule. I have others. You go wearing your suits — including helmets. I know that’s a pain, but it’s better than bites or stings that could be lethal. If there’s any trouble, even a suspicion of trouble, you turn and head back. Don’t use your suit radios. That’s too dangerous. If whatever is in the camp can detect our frequencies, they’ll use the signal to home in on us. We’ll be watching as best we can with the periscope, and that will have to do.”
“Suits, safety first, no signals.” Tarb nodded his bullet head. “Got it. Anything else?”
“Yes. No matter what you see, or what you hear, or what you think, you don’t take risks. I need you here in plenty of time for us to decide where we’ll spend the night, ashore or back on the Hero’s Return.”
“No problem. We’re on our way.”
“You and Chrissie. Not that fat ferret.” Deb held out a hand. “Give her to me.”
“What makes you think I have Scruffy with me?” Tarbush put a fierce scowl on his big black face and tried to stare Deb down. He couldn’t meet her eyes. “Oh, be reasonable, Deb, she goes everywhere I do.”
“You mean almost everywhere. I’m being more than reasonable. Come on, Tarb. Hand her over.”
Tarbush opened a bulky suit pocket and reluctantly extracted the ferret. He placed her on the ground, stroked his modded pet’s sleek and bulging head, and bent to whisper something. Scruffy waddled over to Da
“Look after her, Da
“You’ll come back. You’d better.” Da
Tarbush Hanson was a very tall man. He seemed to grow another six inches. “If you dare—”
“Stop that, Da
Chrissie was short and slim and about half the weight of Tarbush Hanson. She was better able to seek out clear patches ahead, and after a few steps he was content to fall in behind her.
For years, both of them had encountered only the plants growing in formal gardens of the Outer System colonies. It had been much longer than that since either of them had walked through a forest or meadow of Earth. Chrissie, pushing ahead, had to keep reminding herself that it was normal for plant life to be so vigorous — so competitive. It seemed that in every square centimeter where something could grow, something did. No matter how careful you were in placing your feet, a plant or animal down there got squashed. After the first five minutes she accepted that as inevitable, stopped looking down with every step, and kept her head up to find and take the line of least resistance.
There was one exception to that rule: wherever the fronded vegetation tops were in windless waves of motion, she stayed well clear.
Now and again she lifted her head, to stare at the super-bright sky. What she wanted to see was the ghostly spheres that everyone talked about, but the blazing sun made that impossible.
“Careful!” Tarbush said from behind, and grabbed her shoulders. Chrissie brought her attention back to ground level. A body-thick stripe of lurid green crossed her path at waist level. Two more steps, and she would have walked into it.
No problem? Maybe — except that the strip glistened , and attached to it she saw the bodies of half a dozen different creatures in various stages of digestion. Not all of them were as small as the dark-red millipede that Da
“Thanks, Tarb. Looks nasty. For safety’s sake we’re going to take a bit of a detour.”
She headed to the left, to a point where the green strip merged with a stubby upright cylinder like the bole of a sawn-down tree. The bole gurgled faintly. Chrissie moved another four meters to the left before she felt comfortable enough to edge past.
“Ridge top,” Tarbush said, when they had been going for another two minutes. “I’m seeing over.”
His height advantage was substantial. Chrissie motioned to him. “You go first. Keep your head down, and tell me what you see.”
Tarbush pushed forward for another ten meters, then paused. “Got a good view now. Same as Vow-of-Silence said. We have the begi
While Tarbush stared in silence, Chrissie came to his side and craned up as tall as she could. She was in the middle of a patch of tall, furry plants that smelled like pungent lavender. “Nothing there looks anything like Friday Indigo,” she whispered. “Wonder how sure Vow-of-Silence was of what she saw?”
“No way to ask her now without breaking radio silence. But I’m reading some behavior patterns. See the two different sizes? The small ones are in charge of the big ones, I’ll bet money on it. Some level of language, too, maybe not spoken. Maybe chemical, like ants and termites. I’m going to move forward a little farther, get a better look.”