West of Eden

kill and destroy. Their single aim is to kill all Yilanè. They will do this—unless they are killed themselves."
    It sounded stupid even as Kerrick said it. Who could believe such an obvious and contrived lie? But the answer to this was clear; it would be accepted at once by these Yilanè who could not lie themselves. He recoiled in fear at the threat of death in their movements and was relieved to be ordered from the chamber. Malsas< spoke as soon as the door was closed again.
    "The ustuzou must be wiped out once and for all. Every single one of them. Sought out and destroyed.
    Pursued and killed just as they killed Alakensi who sat closest to me. Now, Vaintè, can you tell us how this will be done?"
    Vaintè knew better than to let them see that she had won a major tactical victory. Keeping her thoughts carefully on the plans that she had made she leaned back solidly on her tail and numbered off the steps to victory.
    "Firstly—there must be more armed fargi. We can never have too many. They guard the fields, push out along the paths into the jungle, keep the ustuzou at bay."
    "That will be done," Malsas< agreed. "We have been breeding hèsotsan and training fargi in the use of these weapons. When you return the uruketo will carry as many armed fargi as it can hold. Two of the West of Eden - Harry Harrison
    smaller uruketo are reported ready for a longer sea voyage. They will carry fargi as well. What else?"
    "Creatures to spy, creatures to kill. Yilanè are not jungle killers, but Yilanè of science can breed those creatures that will do this to perfection."
    "This is being seen to as well," Lekmelik said. "Much work has already been accomplished. Now that the sampling of the tissue of your ustuzou has been done the work will proceed to its conclusion. Ikemei who is supervising all of this work is waiting close by to be summoned. She will explain."
    "Then everything that can be done has been done," Vaintè said, expressing pleasure and gratitude with every movement of her body.
    "It has," Malsas< said, but there was a touch of displeasure behind her words. "Started but not finished.
    And the flow of time is not kind to us. Those who care about such things have returned early from Teskhets. They report a cold summer, an early autumn. They fear for a long and violent winter. We must proceed always with care—but we must proceed."
    The emphasis in her words, the bitter anger and the fear was so strong that those who listened to her swayed backwards beneath the wave of emotion. They shared the fear for long moments before Malsas< broke the silence.
    "Send for Ikemei. We will hear what has been done."
    They were not only to hear about the research progress, but were to see the results with their own eyes.
    Ikemei entered, followed by a train of heavy-laden fargi, who hurriedly put their burdens down and left.
    Ikemei pulled the covering from a cage that was large enough to hold a grown Yilanè.
    "The ruler of the skies," she said proudly, her single eye bulging. "A raptor of skill, strength—and intelligence."
    The great bird ruffled its feathers and turned its head about slowly to look at them. The hooked beak was made for tearing flesh, the long wings for flying high, fast, tirelessly. The bird's toes were tipped with curled sharp claws designed only for killing. The creature did not like to be stared at. It shook its wings and screeched angrily. Ikemei pointed to an elongated, dark object that clung to one of the raptor's ankles with tight-wrapped toes.
    "This beast is a neurological image recorder," she said. "Very much improved for this use. As I am sure you know an image from its eye is focused on a membrane within. Neurons then store the image in microganglia for future retrieval. Since single images are being stored, not memories of complex series or motions, there is almost no limit to the number of these images that can be recorded."
    "Images of what?" Malsas< asked abruptly, bored by the technical talk, little of which she understood.
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    "Images of whatever we wish to record, Eistaa," Ikemei said. "This bird is almost immune to cold—the creatures fly at very high altitudes while searching for their prey. Therefore after its training had been completed this creature was instructed to fly north. The training has been most successful. Normally the creature has no interest in longtooth, carnivorous ustuzou that dwell far to the north. They offer it no threat and are too large