Winter in Eden

Attack and flee, bite and run is the bestial ustuzou way.
    Slow growth, inevitable success is the Yilanè."
    "Too slow!"
    "Fast enough with victory inevitable."
    "I see no victories in the deaths of my Yilanè."
    "We learn. It will not happen again."
    "What have you learned? I know only that surrounded by impassable defenses they died, all of them."
    Akotolp signed agreement—but added strength-of-intelligence as well. "Stupid fargi may panic and run and talk of ustuzou of invisibility. That is the talk of ignorance. Science holds no secrets that cannot be unearthed through diligence and application. What an ustuzou can do, I can fathom. I made an examination, then used trained beasts with keen noses to track the ustuzou. I found where they had approached the laager, discovered the route they had used when they left."
    The Eistaa was intrigued and paying close attention, her anger forgotten for the moment. Vaintè knew just what Akotolp was doing and was grateful.
    "You found how they came, how they left," Lanefenuu said. "But how did they attack and kill—did you discover that?"
    "Of course, Eistaa, for bestial ustuzou must always fall before Yilanè science. The ustuzou observed that our forces always made laager in the same places. So, before the attacking force arrived, they burrowed like the animals they are into the ground and lay in wait. How simple. They did not come to us—we went to them. During the darkness of night they burst out and killed."
    Lanefenuu was astonished. "They did that? They have that intelligence? So simple—yet so deadly."
    "They have a bestial intelligence that we must never underestimate. Nor will this manner of attack ever succeed again. Our forces will stop at night in different locations. They will have creatures with them to smell out and discover hidden enemy, hidden entrances and burrows."
    Lanefenuu had forgotten her anger as she listened, and Vaintè took advantage of her improved mood.
    "The time has come, Eistaa, to turn our backs on the snowy mountain and look instead at the golden beaches. Alpèasak has been cleared not only of the ustuzou but of all the deadly growths that drove them out. The defenses have been regrown and resown with plants that cannot burn. The ustuzou have retreated a great distance and between them and the city are our forces. The time is upon us to return to Alpèasak.
    Winter in Eden - Harry Harrison
    It will be a Yilanè city once again."
    Lanefenuu was on her feet at this welcome news, raking her claws victoriously into the ground. "Then we leave, we are safe!"
    Vaintè lifted both rose-hued restraining palms. "It is the beginning—but not yet the end. Aid is needed to make the city secure, to assist its growth. But there is not yet food enough for the multitude of a city. But it is a beginning. You can send one uruketo of Yilanè and skilled fargi, two at most."
    "A few drops where I wished for an ocean," Lanefenuu said with some bitterness. "Let it be so. But what of the ustuzou, what of them?"
    "Consider them dead, Eistaa, put them from your thoughts. Akotolp needs some supplies, I will have more fargi. Then we leave. There will be no final clash of arms but rather a slow and inevitable tightening as a great serpent tightens about its victim. Though the victim may struggle—the end is unescapable.
    When I come to you next it will be to report this final victory."
    Lanefenuu sat back and chewed on this concept, her conical teeth grinding lightly in echo of her thoughts.
    Everything was taking too long, too many were dead. But was there another way? Who could replace Vaintè? No one—that was an easy question to answer. No one else had her knowledge of the ustuzou. Or her hatred. She made mistakes, but they were not fatal mistakes. The ustuzou must be pursued and destroyed, she was convinced of that now. They were too poisonous to be allowed to live. Vaintè would accomplish that destruction. As her left eye looked at Vaintè her right eye rolled slowly up to look at the snow-topped mountain peak.
    This winter was the first time ever that the deadly white had reached all the way down to the edge of the green trees. They must leave before it reached the city itself. There was no choice.
    "Go, Vaintè," she ordered, signing her dismissal. "Take what you need and pursue the ustuzou. I do not wish to see you again until you bring me word of their destruction." Then her anger burst out again. "If they are not dead you will die in their place,