Return to Eden

come from? From the murgu, we know that. Can we get more if ours die?"
    They all looked to Kerrick for an answer to that. "Not easily. If they even suspect we need more death-sticks they will be very pleased. They will not give us any, that is certain."
    "Capture them then," a hunter called out.
    "That would mean war again, because there would be a dead marag for every one we took. You all know that I stopped their attack on the valley with a threat. I don't think I could do that a second time. Whatever we do we must not kill any of the murgu—or let them know that we need more death-sticks."
    There were more questions. They were curious as to how the death-sticks were made.
    "Not made, grown. They look like ordinary lizards when they are young, though they have longer bodies than most lizards, are perhaps a little like snakes. They are raised in a place with a swampy pond, walled about so they cannot escape. As they grow older they move about less and less until one day they are as we see them."
    "Could we breed them ourselves?" Merrith asked.
    "I don't think so. When we were in the city I watched them often, tried to understand them, but it is still a secret from me. I don't even know whether they hatch from eggs or not. When they are young they move about. Then they stiffen and become as we know them as they grow older. They cannot possibly breed then. There may be a third state they pass through that I have never seen, although I looked carefully. It is a murgu secret."
    "This place in the city where the death-sticks are kept," Herilak said. "You know where it is?"
    "I know where it was. Whether it is still there I have no way of telling. When we were in the city much of it was burnt, other parts died. Now that the murgu have returned it will have grown, changed."
    "Still, if we can find the young death-sticks, bring them back here, that will be what we need. We could do that."
    "Not easily…"
    But Kerrick's protests were lost in the rush of other voices. A hunting party could do it, find the place. Get more death-sticks, get enough to last them a long time. Kerrick shouted until he was heard.
    "This may be a good plan, fine. But what if they are guarded, what if the murgu are there? What then?"
    "We kill them!" a hunter cried and there were shouts of agreement.
    "Hunters of great stupidity!" Herilak roared. "Do that and the war starts again. You have heard Kerrick.
    Do that and next time it will be our end. There must be another way."
    Kerrick looked away from them, stared into the fire, yet knew from the silence that they were looking at him, waiting for him to find an answer. He was the one who knew all about murgu, he would find a way.
    He sighed, stood and turned to face them.
    "If the worst happens, if all our death-sticks die, we will need new ones. They have death-sticks in the valley of the Sasku."
    "That is a long distance to go," Herilak said. "And I do not think they will willingly part with many. They fear the return of the murgu. Ours die now, perhaps theirs are already dead. The city is closer."
    "Close—and deadly. It will be very difficult to get there with a hunting party. That should not even be thought about now. Not until we are sure where the death-sticks are. They must be found first."
    "You and I," Herilak said decisively. "You because you know the ways of murgu. I, because I know the forest. The two of us will go."
    Kerrick glanced up and found he was looking into Armun's horrified face. She knew the risks, they all did. There were murmurs of agreement and they turned to Kerrick for an answer. He did not look at Armun as he nodded.
    "Herilak and I will go. We will take only one death-stick. Herilak will carry it. If this is a sickness they have, and I was told about this by one who knew about sickness, it spreads from one animal to another.
    That is why you must keep the rest of them apart, keep them warm and feed them well. If we do find any in the city I will carry them, keep them far away from the one that Herilak will have. We cannot risk new ones getting the old sickness."
    It was agreed that the remaining hèsotsan would be guarded and watched, and used only to kill any of the large marauders that came to the island. Up until this point the hunters had taken the weapons very much for granted: now they realized how vital to the existence of the sammads they were.
    The visit to the city must be done quickly. They would carry only their weapons and smoked meat.
    Kerrick packed some