Winter in Eden

up to the inflated skin, bobbing on the waves. Below it the immense, still form of the ularuaq could just be made out. The rest of the school were gone, but the other ikkergaks were coming toward them.
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    "Good stab, wasn't it?" Kalaleq said, dropping down from the mast and looking fondly at his catch. "Did you ever see a thrust so good?"
    "Never," Kerrick told him. Modesty was not a Paramutan trait.
    "It will float up soon, then sink, but you will see what we do then before we lose it."
    By the time the ularuaq's back was at the surface, the waves surging over it, the rest of the ikkergaks were arriving at the scene. Kerrick was astonished when one Paramutan after another stripped off his furs and dived into the icy water. They had bone hooks, like greatly enlarged fishhooks, tied to the ends of leather lines that they carried between their teeth as they dived down next to the ularuaq. One by one they surfaced and were hauled into the ikkergaks, their fur running with water. They shivered and shouted how brave they were as they dried themselves and redressed.
    No one paid any attention to them because they were all busy hauling on the lines. Kerrick could help with this since it required no skill—just strength. The point of this exercise became clear when the ularuaq's corpse stirred in the water, then rolled slowly over. The hooks had been sunk into the creature's flippers. Now it floated in the sea with its lighter-colored underside facing upward.
    Some of the lattice-work flooring had been lifted and a coiled mass taken out of the bilge. This proved to be a length of some creature's intestine preserved in a thick coating of blubber. A shaft of bone with a sharp tip was fixed to its end.
    After stripping off his furs, Kalaleq put the bone into his mouth and dropped over the side. Half swimming, half crawling, he worked his way along the ularuaq's body, the tubular length of gut trailing behind him. Kneeling, he was prodding the resilient skin with his fingers, hitting it with his fists. He moved along to another spot, repeated these actions—then waved at them before taking the sharpened bone from his mouth. Raising it above his head with both hands he stabbed down with all his strength to drive it through the creature's tough skin. Then he twisted it and worked it down into the flesh until it was out of sight.
    "Try it now," he called out, stood shivering beside it with his arms wrapped about his body.
    At first Kerrick thought that the two Paramutan were pumping water from the ikkergak. Then he saw that this large pump was attached to the end of the length of gut and was pumping air—not water. The tube writhed and straightened as they worked. Kalaleq watched the operation until he was satisfied with the results, then slipped back into the water and returned to the ikkergak.
    He laughed aloud as he dried himself and redressed, then tried to talk but his teeth chattered too much.
    "Let me, warm me up," he said to one of them who was frenziedly working the pump. The other Paramutan was gasping and exhausted and more than happy to hand over. "Now we… fill with… air.
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    Make it float," Kalaleq said.
    Kerrick took over from the other Paramutan—pumped in the same frenzied manner as the others, and soon passed the handle on to the next volunteer.
    Bit by bit they could see their efforts rewarded as the great body rose higher in the water. As soon as this happened the lines, still hooked into the flippers, were passed to the other ikkergaks and secured into position. Their sails were set and they got under way, slowly pulling the great sea creature after them.
    "Food," Kalaleq said happily. "This will be a good winter and we will eat very well."
    CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
    They sailed back through thick flurries of snow: the first sign that autumn was coming to an end. The Paramutan relished this weather, sniffing the air happily and licking the snow off the cargo. It was snowing even more heavily when they reached the shore and the dark shapes of the paukaruts could just be made out through the falling flakes. They sailed past the settlement to the rocky shore beyond, the site they had so carefully selected, the reason why they had erected their paukaruts in this place.
    Here the waves broke on the tilted, grooved mass of rock that ran down and vanished into the sea. Its use became apparent when the lines from the ularuaq were passed ashore to the