West of Eden

city. If the fat Akotolp knew how to accomplish such things her knowledge was indeed well beyond anything that he could possibly imagine. For the first time he sincerely respected her, respected what she knew and what she could do. His sickness, she had cured that. He would be dead except for her knowledge. He fell asleep then and moaned in his sleep at the dreams of animals and flesh changing all around him, of himself melting and changing as well.
    Soon he was well enough to sit up. After that, leaning on Inlènu*, he managed to walk a few dragging steps. Bit by bit his strength returned. When he was able to, he ventured out of his chamber and sat against a leafy wall in the sun. Once here, and apparently as sound as ever, his presence was permitted again. The fargi came when he called and brought him fruit, all that he wished to have, to wash the taste of liquified raw meat from his mouth.
    His strength continued to return until finally, stopping often to rest, he even managed to venture out as far as the ambesed. Before his illness this would have been a short stroll. It was an expedition now and he was leaning heavily on Inlènu* and running with sweat before he reached his goal. He dropped against the ambesed wall, gasping for breath. Vaintè saw him arrive and ordered him to her presence. He struggled to his feet, stumbling when he walked. She watched his unsteady approach.
    "You are still ill," she asked, expressing concern as she spoke.
    "The illness has passed, Eistaa. Just the weakness remains. Akotolp, she of endless knowledge, tells me to eat much meat so that flesh will return to my body, and with it my strength."
    "Do as she orders, that is my command as well. Victory marched with us to the north and all of the ustuzou we met we destroyed. Other than the few we made prisoner. It was my wish that you speak with them, seek out information."
    "As the Eistaa commands," Kerrick said. Though he spoke with humble courtesy he was possessed of sudden excitement: his skin flushed and he trembled. He knew that he loathed the disgusting creatures.
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    Yet he still longed to communicate with them.
    "You will speak, but not with those we brought back. They are dead. Build your strength. When the warm sun returns to the north we go there again for an even greater killing."
    Kerrick signed supplication, wondering at his sudden disappointment.
    It was enough now to lie in the sun, to put the illness behind him as his strength returned. Many days passed before Akotolp sent for him. The fargi led the way to a part of the city he had never visited before, to a sealed and strangely familiar panel. It opened to reveal a still damp chamber.
    "It is a water entrance—just like the one in Inegban*!"
    Inlènu* wriggled her thick body in agreement. "Hurts the eyes."
    "Then keep them shut, one of great stupidity." Then he closed his own eyes quickly as the warm liquid washed over them.
    Akotolp turned from her work when they entered, reached out and pinched Kerrick's flesh between her thumbs.
    "Good. You cover your ribs. You must exercise as well. That is the order I pass on to you from the Eistaa.
    She is most concerned that you will able to go north with the others."
    "I hear and I obey." Kerrick's eyes were moving about the strange room as he talked, trying—and failing—to understand what he saw. "Once, in distant Inegban* I was in a place like this."
    "You are wise in your stupidity. One laboratory is the same as another."
    "Tell me what you do here, great one."
    Akotolp smacked her lips and her fat flesh trembled with the strength of her feelings. "You wish me to tell you, creature of endless stupidity! Were you to live ten lifetimes you could not begin to understand.
    Since Yilanè first came from the sea we have had our science, and since that time it has been growing and, maturing. Science is the knowledge of life itself, of seeing inside life, seeing the cells that form all life, seeing inside the cells to the genes, seeing the spiral there that can be cut and moved and changed until we are masters of all life. Have you understood a word that I have said, groveling and crawling one?"
    Kerrick signed groveling and crawling as he spoke. "Very little, she of endless knowledge, but enough to know that you are the master of life."
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    "That is true. At least you have intelligence enough to appreciate even if you cannot understand. Look in wonder at this creature."