Return to Eden

tail with a grunt. "Time for brief listening since I am fatigued. Brief."
    Satsat spoke as soon as Enge signed to her, climbing onto one of the enzyme vats so all could see her clearly.
    "The eighth, the last, and the principle that clearly guides our lives once we have accepted the words of Ugunenapsa ourselves. This principle states that the Daughters of Life bear the responsibility to help all others to know the spirit of life, and therefore discover the truth of the way of life. Think of the significance of this all-too-brief yet all-too-clear statement. We who know the Way must help others to learn and understand, to consciously follow the spirit of life. However as soon as this truth is perceived two immensely important questions arise. Firstly—how can we attempt to do this in the face of those who seek our deaths for speaking out? Secondly—how can we maintain the peace and harmony that affirms, while we continue to live by causing death? Must we cease to eat to avoid killing that which nourishes us?"
    She stopped when Ambalasei struggled to her feet, waddled forward and dug a piece of fish from the enzyme bath and popped it into her mouth. "Have this one emptied by dark. Gratitude for information on eighth principle, necessity for departure now."
    "My thanks to you for presence, Ambalasei. You might like to hear my amplifications…"
    "To respond with a succinct answer. No. All Eight Principles now understood, application of seventh appreciated, departure now." She turned and signed Enge after her.
    "I am pleased. Your Daughters are actually capable of doing the work of fargi despite their disputatious intelligence. I must go upriver for a few days so I take much pleasure from the fact that the city will function well during my absence."
    "This is Ambalasokei, the city of Ambalasei. You have given it—and us—life. It is a pleasure to widen/enhance this gift."
    "Well spoken. And there is my assistant Setessei waiting by the uruketo. We leave now. I look forward to witnessing other wonders of organization upon my return."
    Setessei put down the large container she was carrying to help Ambalasei onto the broad back of the uruketo, then signalled to Elem in the fin above.
    "You have instructed her?" Ambalasei asked.
    "As you ordered. We go first to the beach above the lake where one of the crew already waits in a boat."
    "The boat is better trained than the last one?"
    "The same creature, but very much under control now."
    The voyage was a short one, transferring to shore by boat far easier than Ambalasei had expected. She grunted as she climbed down to the beach, waving Setessei after her.
    "Bring the case, follow me. You, crewmember, stay with the boat until we return."
    They trod the familiar paths towards the island in the tributary, where the Sorogetso lived. As they approached the tree bridge they saw someone crossing it, coming towards them.
    "We begin here," Ambalasei said. "Open container."
    There was worry as well as obedience in Setessei's body as she placed the container on the ground and opened it. She took out the hèsotsan and handed it to Ambalasei.
    "Unsureness and fear," she signed.
    "The responsibility is mine," Ambalasei said with grim certainty. "It will be done. There is no other way."
    The small Sorogetso, Morawees, came trustingly forward; she had never seen a weapon before.
    She stopped and made a sign of greeting.
    Ambalasei raised the weapon, aimed carefully. And fired.
    The Sorogetso crumpled and fell, lay unmoving on the ground.
    CHAPTER TEN
    "Behind you!" Setessei warned. "Attacking!"
    Ambalasei shuffled about to face the male who was rushing towards her, screaming with rage. The hèsotsan was accurate only at short range so she waited calmly until he was almost on top of her. The weapon snapped and he dropped into the brush.
    "Is it Easassiwi?" she asked. Setessei hurried forward and turned the body so she could see the face.
    "It is."
    "Good. Let us find the rest. It is important that none should escape."
    "I have great fear—"
    "Well I don't. Are you speaking now as strong/scientist or weak/fargi?"
    "The effects on the metabolism. There is no surety."
    "There is. You saw the foot that one of them grew from a Yilanè bud. Genetic similarity proven. Efficacy and safety of drug proven as well. Did I not inject you with it when you volunteered?"
    "Reluctant volunteer—to stop you from giving it to yourself."
    "No sacrifice too great to forward science. You recovered, they will