West of Eden

fur coverings. Laughing when he tried to draw away from her, exciting herself as she excited him.
    Kerrick was no longer frightened by what happened. It felt too good. When it was over and she pushed him from her he went regretfully. Hoping already that this thing would happen again and again.
    CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
    Thunder rumbled ominously behind the dark-clouds as the torrential rain lashed the surface of the ocean.
    The uruketo moved slowly away from the shore, with the two smaller uruketo close behind. The enteesenat, happy to be in the open ocean again, raced ahead, surging up and out of the water as they dived through the waves. Inegban* soon fell behind, grew dim, then was lost from sight in the rain.
    It was not an easy voyage. After the excitement and unexpected pleasures of Inegban*, the return trip in the uruketo was a constant torment to Kerrick. The interior was filled to capacity, the bottom so covered with fargi that it was impossible to walk without treading on them. Food and water were in short supply and carefully rationed. This was no hardship for the Yilanè who simply grew torpid and slept most of the time. Not so Kerrick. He felt closed in, trapped, unable to breathe. Nor was there any respite in sleep, for he would dream of suffocating, drowning, and wake with a cry, running with sweat. He could not move around at will, and only twice during the seemingly endless voyage did he manage to make his way up inside the fin to gasp in lungfuls of the life-giving salt air.
    There was a storm in mid-ocean that prevented the fin from opening for so many days that the foul-smelling air became unbreathable. In the end the fin had to be opened, just a slit, but this was still more than enough to admit a dripping shower of cold sea water along with the air. Damp and sticky, first cold then warm again, Kerrick suffered in silent misery.
    When the storm finally ended and the fin could be opened again, Vaintè ordered the others away and climbed to the top alone. The seas were still heavy and white-tipped waves stretched out on all sides.
    Empty seas. The two small uruketo had vanished; they were never seen again.
    Kerrick's seasickness ended only when they were in the harbor of Alpèasak. The sickness and the days without food had weakened him so greatly that he could barely climb to his feet. The caged raptor had suffered almost as much as he had; its head hung low and it cried out weakly when they carried it away.
    Kerrick was the last ashore, and had to be lifted bodily up the fin by Inlènu* and two of the fargi.
    West of Eden - Harry Harrison
    Vaintè breathed deeply of the moist, warm air, rich with the odors of the living city, and felt immense pleasure as she shook off the lethargy of the voyage. She slipped into the first cooling tank she came to, rubbed away the salt and crusted filth from the uruketo's interior, emerged into the sunlight again refreshed and fit.
    She had no need to summon the city leaders because they were all waiting for her in the ambesed when she arrived.
    "Alpèasak is well?" she asked, and felt even more refreshed when they all communicated well-being.
    "What of the ustuzou, Stallan, what of those vermin that gnaw at the fringes of our city?"
    "A nuisance, little more. Some of our meat animals have been stolen, others butchered during the hours of darkness, their flesh carried away before morning. But our defenses are strong, there is little they can do."
    "The smallest amount is too much. They must be stopped. And they will be. I bring more fargi, trained in the use of their weapons. The ustuzou will be followed and killed."
    "They are hard to track," Stallan said doubtfully. "They have an animal's skill in the forest and leave no sign of their passing. Or if there is a trail it leads only to an ambush. Many fargi have died that way."
    "No more," Vaintè said, and expressed pleasure as the raptor screeched as though in response. Its cage had been brought forward by its handlers and the bird was now preening its feathers in the sunlight.
    "All will be explained," Vaintè said. "This flying creature will enable us to find the ustuzou den where they hide their cubs and females. But first I want the reports in detail of everything that has passed while I have been away."
    The raptor recovered quickly from the sea voyage: Vaintè waited impatiently for the next ustuzou raid.
    When the report reached her she issued rapid orders and went at once to the outlying pasture where the