West of Eden

this tube at a stake which is a certain distance away. When this is done I press the indentations to inform the instrument to remember the angle and distance. I then turn the tube to another stake and do the same. This is done many times.
    When I return to the model the instrument-creature informs us of the scaled down distance between stakes and of the correct angles between them as well. The result—this model."
    "Excellent. What are these curved channels you have scribed in the soil?"
    "Waterways, Eistaa. On this side of the city we have found a great deal of swamp. We are now plotting its extent."
    Vaintè displayed concern. "We need many more fields. Can these swamps be drained or filled?"
    "I do not think so. But Akasest, who has improved the quality of the feed for the herds, has examined them as well and we are now planning to create enclosures there. There are many amphibious species, such as the urukub, that will thrive in that environment."
    "A satisfactory solution and utilization of the environment. You are both to be commended."
    "Our pleasure is to serve Alpèasak," Sokain said formally, expressing great personal pleasure at the same time.
    Much later, Vaintè was to remember this conversation, for it was the last time that she was ever to speak to the surveyor.
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    Like all of her days, this was a full one. As the city expanded so did the work—and with it the decisions that had to be made. By the time that the shadows were getting long she became aware of her fatigue and waved the attentive fargi away, then signaled Kerrick for a drinking fruit. There was one attached to a saptree close by and he prodded the green bulb until the suckers let go. He brought it to Vaintè who opened its orifice and drank the cool, sweet water inside. When she lowered it she saw Stallan hurrying across the ambesed, shouldering fargi aside in her haste. Vaintè knew that there was trouble, knew it as clearly as if the hunter had spoken aloud.
    "Tell me," Vaintè ordered as Stallan hurried up.
    "The survey party, Sokain and her assistants, they have not returned—and it is almost nightfall."
    "Have they been this late before?"
    "No. My orders are specific. There is a party of armed guards with them who bring them back at this time each day."
    "Then this is the first time that they have not returned at the specified time?"
    "Yes."
    "What can be done?"
    "Nothing until morning."
    Vaintè was possessed by a sense of disaster, and all those present shared it. "I will want a very large armed party ready to leave at dawn. I will lead it."
    Vaintè was awake when the first light filtered through the trees. Fargi were sent to summon Kerrick. He yawned and stretched and followed after the Eistaa, still not completely awake. Vaintè had not summoned Alakensi but she came along as well. Eager as always to see anything that she might report on to Malsas<. Stallan and the armed guards were already boarding the boats when they arrived at the river's edge. This was not Kerrick's first ride in a boat, but he still found the creatures fascinating. This one had just been fed and the legs and tail of a baby alligator were still hanging from its mouth. The creature's little eyes, set under the shell, bulged slightly as the wet skin contracted with effort and the rest of the alligator vanished from sight. He climbed aboard with the others. The pilot bent and shouted a command into the boat's ear opening. The flesh beneath them began to pump rhythmically and jet out water. The small flotilla moved out into the stream beneath the blood-red dawn sky.
    Stallan was in the lead boat, showing the way. Fields moving slowly by on each side, the animals there either fleeing from them, or looking on with gross stupidity at their passage. Beyond the drained fields were carefully preserved and fenced areas of swamp. Large trees that were well-rooted in the mud had West of Eden - Harry Harrison
    been left standing and were connected by the living fence. This had been grown in place, vines that were both flexible and strong. They had to be, for the urukub inside were the largest creatures on earth. Their immense forms sent waves of water surging through the fences when they moved; their tiny heads seemed grotesquely small on the ends of their long necks. They browsed the trees above, dredged deep in the swamp below for underwater plants.
    One of their young, already bigger than a mastodon, cried out shrilly as it splashed and