Winter in Eden

and on to the turning at the end. A scorched doorway led to a large chamber—where the smell of charred flesh was overpowering. More than enough light filtered down through the burnt ceiling above to reveal the dreadful contents of the Winter in Eden - Harry Harrison
    room.
    Almost at his feet, burned and dead with her mouth gaping wide, was Ikemend, the keeper of the hanalè.
    Behind her were the huddled shapes of her charges. The room was packed with them, now burnt and as dead as their keeper. Kerrick turned away, shuddering, and made his way deeper into the structure.
    It was a maze of connecting rooms and passages, for the most part charred and destroyed. Yet further on the wood was greener, this section recently grown, and scarcely touched by the fire. At the last turning he entered a chamber with ornate hangings on the walls, soft cushions on the floor. Huddled against the far wall, their eyes bulging and their jaws dropped in juvenile fear, were two young males. They moaned when they saw him.
    "It is death," they said and closed their eyes.
    "No!" Kerrick called out loudly. "Correction of statement. Foolishness of males—attention to a superior speaking."
    Their eyes flew open with astonishment at this.
    "Speak," he ordered. "Are there others?"
    "The creature that talks points the sharp tooth that kills," one of them moaned.
    Kerrick dropped his spear onto the matting and moved away from it. "The killing is over. Are you two alone?"
    "Alone!" they wailed in unison and their hands flashed the colors of juvenile terror and pain. Kerrick fought to keep his temper with the stupid creatures.
    "Listen to me and be silent," he ordered. "I am Kerrick strong-and-important who sits at the Eistaa's side.
    You have heard of me." They signed agreement: perhaps knowledge of his flight had not penetrated their isolation. Or, more simply, they had forgotten. "Now you will answer my questions. How many of you are here?"
    "We hid," the younger one said, "it was a game that we were playing. The others had to find us. I was over there, Elinman hid with me, and Nadaske behind the door. But the others never came. Something happened. It was very warm and nice, and then bad smells came in clouds that hurt our eyes and throats.
    We called for Ikemend to help us, but she never came. We were afraid to go out. I was too frightened, they named me Imehei because I am like that, but Elinman is very bold. He led the way and we followed.
    What we saw I cannot tell you, it was too dreadful. We wanted to leave the hanalè even though that is forbidden and Elinman did and screamed and we ran back inside. What will become of us?" What would indeed happen to them? Certain death if the hunters came upon them. They would see only murgu with Winter in Eden - Harry Harrison
    claws and teeth, the enemy. But Kerrick saw them for what they were; sheltered, stupid creatures, barely able to care for themselves. He couldn't allow them to be killed, was weary of killing at last.
    "Stay here," he ordered.
    "We are afraid and hungry," Imehei wailed. Soft-to-touch, that was what his name was. True enough.
    And the other, Nadaske, looks-out-from-the-enclosure. They were like children, worse than children, for they would never grow up.
    "Silence—I command it. You have water here and are plump enough to go hungry for a bit. You will not leave this room. Meat will be brought to you. Do you understand?" They were calm now, signalled ready obedience, secure in being commanded and watched over. Males! He took up his spear and left them there. Went back through the immensity of the structure and when he emerged Herilak was waiting for him. Behind him were the rest of the hunters, while Sanone and his Sasku were grouped to one side.
    "We are leaving," Herilak said. He had his anger under control now—but it had been replaced with a cold resolve. "What we came to do—has been done. The murgu and their nest have been destroyed. There is nothing more for us here. We return to the sammads."
    "You must stay. There is still work to be done…"
    "Not for Tanu. You were our margalus, Kerrick, and you led us well against the murgu and we honor you for that and we obeyed you. But now that the murgu are dead you no longer command us. We are leaving."
    "Have you been selected to speak for all of them, strong Herilak?" Kerrick said angrily. "I do not remember this selection." He turned to the hunters. "Does Herilak speak for you—or have you minds of your own?"
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