Convergence

They were heading for Genizee’s sun. For Zardalu. And — just maybe — for Darya Lang.

The thought processes of a Cecropian can never be mapped precisely on to those of a human. Atvar H’sial, if pressed, would have explained that thought was conditioned by language. Human language was coarse, crude, one-dimensional, and incapable of subtle overtones compared with pheromonal speech. How could a poor human possibly be expected to express or to understand the nuances and shades of implication which were so natural to even an infant Cecropian?

The problem was nowhere more acute than in conversations with Gle

The raw facts were not in dispute. During the hiatus Louis Nenda and Gle

But had the ritual been successful?

Atvar H’sial struggled with the primitive human tongue, and tried to ask her that question. Success in this case had nothing to do with procreation, the production of another generation of humans. It was rather an outcome-defined success, wherein two results had to be achieved simultaneously. First, the obsession of Louis Nenda with the human female Darya Lang had to be broken. That was unlikely to occur in a single other mating. Second, therefore, as a prerequisite of the first the willingness of Gle

Atvar H’sial could have expressed all that, including the subtle interaction between the first and second desired outcomes, in a single, short burst of pheromones. Instead she was obliged to structure her thoughts in cumbersome human sentences — and then, no less a problem, to interpret Gle

It did not help that much of the ship’s computer storage, including the on-line dictionaries and thesaurus for human speech so painstakingly developed by Atvar H’sial, had been chewed up in the Maw. What was left as backup was a mangled remnant, and she was not sure how to make use of it. To make matters worse, Gle

Atvar H’sial unfurled her ante

YOU SPENT MANY HOURS IN YOUR QUARTERS WITH LOUIS NENDA, WHILE THE SHIP WAS TRAPPED IN THE HIATUS. CAN YOU DESCRIBE TO ME YOUR EXPERIENCE DURING THAT TIME?

Gle

“I’ll talk about my feelings, if you like, so long as you don’t want physical details. A lady has a right to privacy. You want me to describe what sort of time I had?” Gle

Not a promising begi

WAS THERE AN EXPLOSION WHILE YOU WERE WITH LOUIS NENDA?

“An explosion! There were half-a-dozen of them — on both sides. I know that off-worlders are supposed to be something special, compared with the men on Sentinel Gate. But nobody ever told me to expect anyone like Louis.” Gle

Awesome. The word was not even given; was it the same as awful = dreadful, terrifying, appalling?

“He was amazing,” Gle

Animal = wild beast, brute, less than human, lower life form.

LOUIS NENDA WAS LIKE A WILD BEAST WITH YOU?

“He certainly was. Over and over. Want to see the tooth marks? I’d think we were all done, but then something would get him going again.”

Going = leaving, departing, exiting.

And tooth marks. That needed no dictionary. Louis Nenda had attacked Gle

As Atvar H’sial ought to depart. But it was not the Cecropian way to give up unless there was no other alternative. She needed Gle

YOUR EFFORTS ON MY BEHALF, NO MATTER HOW FRUITLESS, ARE TO BE COMMENDED…

Louis Nenda, monitoring everything on the damaged ship, was listening to Gle

As for Gle

It was no surprise that Louis had had the time of his life. It had left him drained and half-dead, of course, but that was the way a fantasy ought to leave you. A native Karelian like Louis Nenda might, in his dreams, meet and take to bed a woman from one of the richest worlds of the Fourth Alliance, a beautiful woman with long, supple limbs and skin so soft and creamy that you felt it would bruise at a touch. In your dream world the lady might even fake pleasure. But for her ecstasy to be genuine, for her to say afterwards to a third party that it had been wonderful — that went beyond fantasy. It was so improbable, it must really have happened.

Quintus Bloom’s intrusion, coming when it did, made Louis want to turn around and strangle him.

“I have been monitoring the damage reports.” The beaked nose came pushing over Nenda’s left shoulder. Bloom was staring at the status flags. “Are we in a position to continue my mission?”

Nenda turned his head. No sign of fear or concern was visible on Bloom’s face. He was plenty tough, in his own way. My mission, eh? They would see about that.

“We can continue.” Louis nodded to the screen. “See that star? We’ll soon be in orbit around Genizee.”

“Excellent. Any sign of Darya Lang?”

Bloom was not so much tough, Louis decided, as protected from all outside worries by the strength of his own obsession.

“Not a hint. We beat her to it, or more likely she went someplace else.”

“Either is satisfactory.” Bloom considered for a moment. “The records I made during our entry to the Anfract remain intact, but I would prefer more tangible evidence to take back with us to Sentinel Gate. As one who knows this region well, do you have suggestions?”

No doubt in Bloom’s mind that they would get back. Nature — and now Louis Nenda — looked after drunks, idiots, babies, and Quintus Bloom.

“Certainly.” It was time to improvise. Louis had his own agenda. “The planet Genizee contained structures that could only have come from the Builders.” A perfectly true statement, even if those structures had been fast disappearing when Nenda and Atvar H’sial made their hasty departure. “So a landing on Genizee might serve a double purpose. First, it will allow you to obtain the evidence you need. And second, I can take a good look at the external damage to the ship.”

“Very well. Proceed.” Bloom was already leaving.