West of Eden

would be ready. Then her people would come and live here and honor her for what she had accomplished.
    When she thought of this there was always the small irritating memory in the back of her mind that on the day when this happened she would no longer be Eistaa here. Malsas< would come with the others, Malsas<, Eistaa of Inegban*, and destined to rule the new city as well. Perhaps . Vaintè kept that word most secret and never spoke it aloud. Perhaps. Many things happened in the course of time. Malsas< was no longer young, there were those who pushed from below; everything changes with time. Vaintè would West of Eden - Harry Harrison
    cross that river when she came to it. It was enough for now to build the new city—and build well.
    Etdeerg caught Vaintè's eye and came at once at her gesture.
    "Have you found what was killing the food animals?" Vaintè asked.
    "We have, Eistaa. A large ustuzou, black in color, with deadly claws and long sharp teeth—teeth so long that they project from the creature's mouth even when the mouth is closed. Stallan had traps set near the opening that it had torn in the fence. We found it there, dead, this morning. It was held by the traps on its legs so it could not flee, while one of them had circled its neck and had strangled the beast."
    "Decapitate it. When the skull is cleaned bring it to me."
    Vaintè signaled dismissal and caught Vanalpè's attention at the same time. The biologist left the group she was talking to and came to join her.
    "You will report on the new beach," Vaintè said.
    "Close to completion, Eistaa. The ground has been cleared, the thorn barrier is high, the coral offshore growing well—considering that it has only been there a short time."
    "Splendid. Then we can look forward to the new births. Births that will wipe away forever all memory of the deaths on the old beach."
    Vanalpè agreed, but also expressed guilty doubt. "Though the beach is ready—it is not safe."
    "Still the same problem?"
    "It will be resolved in time. I am working closely with Stallan and we now believe a solution is close to hand. The beasts will be destroyed."
    "They must be. The males will be safe. What happened before will never happen again."
    The dark mood slowly passed as Vaintè talked to others, became involved in the vast work that was the new city. But her thoughts were never far from the hunter. When some time had passed and Stallan had not appeared she signaled to a fargi and ordered her to look for the hunter. It was close to midday before Stallan arrived and joined Vaintè in the leafy shade.
    "I bring you good news, Eistaa. The beach will soon be safe."
    "If that is true then the shame of the city is at an end."
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    "So are the alligators. We have found where they breed. I have fargi bringing all the eggs here, capturing all the young. They are delicious."
    "I have eaten them and I agree. Then you will raise them with the other meat herds?"
    "No, they are too vicious for that. Special pens are being built for them beside the river."
    "Very good. But what are you doing with the fully grown adults?"
    "The ones that are too big to trap are being killed. It is a waste of good meat, but we have no choice.
    Using nocturnal boats we approach them before they stir for the day, then kill them on the spot."
    "Show me where they breed. I wish to see for myself." Vaintè had had enough of the ambesed. As the heat increased those around her grew torpid and dozed in the shade. But she did not want to rest; there was too much to be done.
    A group of fargi followed after them as they walked slowly towards the shore. It was hot even beneath the trees and more than once they sank into the pools that had been dug for cooling purposes beside the path. Most of the swamp that they passed through had not been cleared yet. It was a tangle of heavy undergrowth and plants, foul-smelling, thick with small biting insects. It gave way at last to a sandy shore with dense brush beside it. There was tall grass and small palms, as well as strange, flattened plants each armed with immensely long needles. This land of Gendasi was a very different world from the one they knew. It was filled with an endless variety of new things to see. And to be wary of.
    Ahead was the river, a slow-moving and deep stream. The boats were drawn up there and were just being fed by the attendant fargi. Blood trickled from their tiny mouths as the fargi pushed in gobbets of red meat.
    "Alligator,"