West of Eden

was now urgency and the necessity for speed in Akotolp's command.
    West of Eden - Harry Harrison
    "There is a reaction called fire and we could be in danger. Assemble the males at once, quickly, they must be taken from here."
    "I have no orders!" Ikemend wailed.
    "I am ordering it. A matter of urgent health—need, threat of death. Bring them all, follow me, to the shore, to the ocean."
    Ikemend did not hesitate, but hurried away at once. Akotolp paced back and forth, worried and concerned, unaware that she still held Esetta*'s trembling arm and dragged the frightened male after her.
    A gust of wind sent smoke roiling through the open door that started them both coughing.
    "We cannot wait," Akotolp said. "Follow!" she called out loudly, hoping the sound could be understood, then hauled the wailing Esetta* after her.
    When Ikemend came back into the corridor, the reluctant males trailing after her, she experienced great satisfaction when she saw that it was empty. She hurried to close and seal the outer door, ordering the males back to their quarters, relieved that there was no longer a conflict of orders. What place could be safer than the hanalè?
    A warmth began to penetrate the walls which was most soothing and satisfying. She only felt a pang of fear when the first flames burnt through the entrance.
    It was late by then to do anything to save her charges. She died with their pained cries in her ears.
    Alpèasak burned. The wind-whipped fire sprang from tree to tree, the leaves of one igniting the leaves of the other. The shrubbery below blazed up, the walls, the floor matting, everything caught fire, everything burned.
    For the Yilanè it was an inconceivable disaster, a physical fact that they could not understand. There is no natural fire in a tropical rain forest so they had no knowledge at all of fire. Some of their scientists did, but only as an interesting laboratory phenomenon. But not like this, nothing like this. For here was smoke and flame, burning on all sides. Attractive at first, an enjoyable source of heat, then an inescapable pain.
    So they died. Burnt, consumed, blackened. The fire swept on.
    Confused, fearful, the Yilanè and fargi converged on the ambesed, seeking guidance. They filled it to bursting yet still more came, pressing forward until the great open area was jammed solid. They sought advice from Malsas<, pressed close to her, were pushed against her until she ordered them back. Those closest tried to obey, but to no avail against the panic-stricken hordes behind.
    West of Eden - Harry Harrison
    There was even greater panic when the flames reached the ambesed. The crowded Yilanè could not escape; they crushed back in fear. Malsas<, like many others, was trampled and dead long before the flames swept over her.
    In the sky above the storm still rumbled distant thunder; the clouds built up in darkened mountains. There was salvation there, though the Yilanè were not aware of it. Never having seen fire they had no knowledge that water could stop it.
    Alpèasak died, the Yilanè died, From the fields to the ocean the flames raced, burning everything before them. The clouds of smoke rose up to the black clouds in the sky and the roar and crackle of the flames drowned the cries of the dying.
    The hunters sprawled on the ground, blackened by the fire, exhausted. The armed Yilanè they had been battling had either been killed or driven back into the flames. The fighting was over—the war was over, but they were too tired to understand this yet. Only Kerrick and Herilak stood, swaying with fatigue but still standing.
    "Will there be survivors?" Herilak asked, leaning heavily on his spear.
    "I don't know, possibly."
    "They must be killed as well."
    "Yes, I suppose so."
    Kerrick was suddenly sickened by the destruction of Alpèasak. In his need for revenge he had not only killed the Yilanè—but this wonderful city as well. He remembered the pleasure he had taken in exploring it, in discovering its secrets. Talking with the males in the hanalè, watching the myriad animals that filled its pastures. No more, gone. If there had been a way to kill the Yilanè and save the city he would have taken it. There had been no way. The Yilanè were dead and so was Alpèasak.
    "Where will they be?" Herilak asked and Kerrick could only gape, too tired to make out his meaning.
    "The survivors. You said there might be some."
    "Yes. But not in the city—that is gone. Some in the fields with the animals perhaps.