West of Eden

who sits close to the Eistaa. Your manner of talk is an insult."
    "I am Stallan who kills the ustuzou for the Eistaa. There is no insult in calling you what you are."
    The hunter was filled with the fullness of the killing today. Her manner was normally as rough as her voice, yet not this venomous. But Kerrick was not feeling well enough to argue with the brutal creature.
    Not today. Ignoring her movements of superiority and contempt he turned his back on her, forcing her to follow him as he went to the spot where the bound woman lay.
    "Speak to it," Stallan ordered.
    The woman shivered at the sounds of Stallan's voice, turned frightened eyes on Kerrick.
    "I am thirsty."
    "I'll get some water."
    "It writhed and made noises," Stallan said. "Your noises were just as bad. What was the meaning?"
    "It wants water."
    "Good. Give the thing some. Then I will ask questions."
    Ine was frightened of the marag that stood near Kerrick. It stared at her with a cold and empty expression, then moved its limbs and made sounds. Kerrick translated.
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    "Where are more Taru?" he asked.
    "Where? What do you mean?"
    "I am asking for this ugly marag. It wants to know where more are, other sammads."
    "To the west, in the mountains, you know that."
    Stallan was not satisfied with the answer. The questioning continued. After a while, even with his inconsistent knowledge of the language, Kerrick realized that Ine was avoiding clear answers.
    "You are not telling all that you know," he said.
    "Of course not. This marag wants to find out where the other sammads are in order to kill them. I will not tell. I will die first. Do you want the thing to know?"
    "I do not care," Kerrick answered truthfully. He was tired—and his head ached. Murgu could kill ustuzou, ustuzou kill murgu, it was nothing to him. He coughed, then coughed again, deep and chesty. When he wiped his wet lips he saw that there was blood in his saliva.
    "Ask again," Stallan said.
    "Ask her yourself," Kerrick said in such an insulting manner that Stallan hissed with anger. "I want some water to drink. My throat is dry."
    He drank the water, gulping it greedily, then closed his eyes to rest for a moment.
    Later he was aware of someone pulling at him, but it was too much effort to open his eyes. After a bit they went away and he drew his legs to his chest and wrapped his arms about them. Unconscious, he whimpered with cold although the sun was hot upon him.
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    There was an awareness of the passage of time; there was a constant awareness of pain. Pain that very quickly became the most important thing in Kerrick's life, an overwhelming presence that trampled him underfoot. He slipped in and out of consciousness, welcomed the blank periods of darkness as an escape from the fever and the endless agony. Once he was awoken by the sound of someone screaming weakly; it was some time before he realized that he was doing it himself.
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    The worst of these times slowly passed away. There were still only brief periods of consciousness, but during them the pain had now subsided to a dull ache. His vision was blurred, but the strong, cool arm about his shoulders, supporting him so he could drink, could have only been that of Inlènu*. A constant attendant, he thought, constant attendant. He laughed at the idea, he didn't know why, as he drifted off again.
    This timeless period came to an indefinite finish one day when he found himself conscious but unable to move. It wasn't that he was held down or bound in any way, just that a terrible weakness was pressing him flat. He found that he could move his eyes, but they hurt when he did it bringing inadvertent tears.
    Inlènu* was beside him, sitting comfortably back on her tail, staring at nothing with silent pleasure. With great effort he managed to croak out the single word, water, unable to make the accompanying body motions to indicate that he wished some water to be brought to him. Inlènu*'s nearest eye rolled towards him while she considered his meaning. Eventually his intent became obvious, even to her, and she stirred and went to bring him the gourd. She raised him so he could drink. He slurped, then coughed, dropping back exhausted but conscious. There was a movement at the entrance and Akotolp swam into his vision.
    "Did I hear it speak?" she asked and Inlènu* signed an affirmative. "Very good, very good," the scientist said, bending over to look at him. Kerrick