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Danel tried his hand at peacemaking。 〃Normally； we'd eat the donkeys as their packs lightened。 But they're weak after recent stream…crossings； and we can't spare any from carrying our extra gear。〃
He referred to the weight of books； tools； and special packages that were meant to make human life beyond the Rimmers somewhat more than purely savage。 If it was finally decided to stay here forever。 Dwer still hoped it wouldn't e to that。
〃One thing we do know；〃 Danel went on。 〃Humans can survive here in the Gray Hills； and without all the vat processes we're used to back home。 Right now we're adjusting to some local microbes； I'm sure。 If the sooner band got used to them； so can we。〃
Yes； Dwer had thought； but survival doesn't mean fort。 If Rety's any indication； these sooners are a grumpy lot。 Maybe we're getting a taste of how they got that way。
Things might improve once Danel set up vats of his own； growing some of the yeasty cultures that made many Jijoan foods palatable to humans； but there would be no substitutes for the traeki…refined enzymes that turned bitter ping fruit and bly…yoghurt into succulent treats。 Above all； Dwer and the other newers would count on the sooners to explain which local foods to avoid。
Assuming they cooperate。 Rety's relatives might not appreciate having the new order…of…life explained to them。 I wouldn't either； in their position。 While Danel was skilled at negotiation and persuasion； Dwer's role would be to back up the sage's words； giving them force of law。
From Rety's testimony； her tribe likely totaled no more than forty adults。 The social structure sounded like a typical macho…stratified hunting band…a standard human devolution pattern that old Fallon long ago taught Dwer to recognize…with a fluid male…ranking order enforced by bluster； personal intimidation； and violence。
The preferred approach to ingathering such a group； worked out by Dwer's predecessors； was to make contact swiftly and dazzle the sooners with gifts before shock could turn into hostility； buying time to map the web of alliances and enmities within the band。 After that； the procedure was to choose some promising middle…ranked males and help those candidates perform a coup； ousting the formerly dominant group of bully boys； whose interest lay in keeping things as they were。 The new leaders were then easy to persuade to 〃e home。〃
It was a time…tested technique； used successfully by others faced with the task of retrieving wayward human clans。 Ideally； it shouldn't prove necessary to kill anybody。
Ideally。
In truth； Dwer hated this part of his job。
You knew it might e to this。 Now you pay for all the freedom you've had。
If gentle suasion didn't work； the next step was to call in militia and hunt down every stray。 The same hard price had been agreed to by every sept in the mons； as an alternative to war and damnation。
But this time things are different。
This time we don't have any law on our side…except the law of survival。
Instead of bringing illegal settlers back to the Slope； Ozawa planned to take over Rety's band。 Guiding them toward a different way of life； but one still hidden from sight。
Only if the worst happens。 If we're the last humans alive on Jijo。
Dwer's mind reeled away from that awful notion； as his innards wrestled with the remnants of his meal。 If this keeps on； I'll be too weak to win a wrestling match； or however else Jass and Bom settle their tribal ranking。 It may e down to Lena and her tools； after all。
Throughout the journey； the stocky blond woman carefully tended one donkey carrying the gadgets of her personal 〃hobby〃…a human technology passed down since the first ancestors landed on Jijo； one so brutal that it had been seldom used； even during the urrish wars。 〃My equalizers；〃 Lena called the wax…sealed wooden crates； meaning their contents made her able to enforce Danel's verdicts； as thoroughly as Dwer's muscle and physical skill。
It won't e to that！ he vowed； manding his body to shape up。 Dwer touched several fingertips whose frostbite damage might have been much worse。
I've always been luckier than I deserved。 According to Sara； who had read extensively about Earth's past； the same thing could be said about the whole bloody human race。
That was when the glowing ember crossed the sky； streaking overhead while Dwer sat at the makeshift latrine。 He would never have noticed the sight had he been facing another way or engaged in an activity more demanding of his attention。 As it was； he stared glumly after the falling spark while the rumbling thunder of its passage chased up and down nearby canyons； muttering echoes in the night。
They faced more stream crossings the next day。 It was hard country； which must have influenced the sooners' ancestors to e this way in the first place。 Guarded first by the Venom Plain； then ravines and whitewater torrents； the Gray Hills were so forbidding that surveyors checked the region just once per generation。 It was easy to imagine how Fallon and the others might overlook one small tribe in the tortured badlands Dwer led the party through…a realm of sulfurous geysers and trees that grew more twisted the deeper they went。 Low clouds seemed to glower and sulk； giving way to brief glimpses of sunshine。 Green moss beards drooped from rocky crevices； trickling oily water into scummy pools。 Animal life kept its skittish distance； leaving only faint spoor traces for Dwer to sniff and puzzle over。
They lost several donkeys crossing the next rushing stream。 Even with a rope stretched from bank to bank； and both Lena and Dwer standing waist…deep in the frigid water to help them along； three tired animals lost their footing on slippery stones。 One got tangled in the rope； screaming and thrashing； then perished before they could free it。 Two others were carried off。 It took hours； sloshing through shallows； to retrieve their packs。
Dwer's fingers and toes seemed to burn the whole time with a queer icy…hot numbness。
Finally； drying off by a fire on the other side； they measured the damage。
〃Four books； a hammer； and thirteen packets of powder missing；〃 Danel said； shaking his head over the loss。 〃And some others damaged when their waterproofs tore。〃
〃Not to mention the last fodder for the beasts；〃 Jenin added。 〃From now on they forage； like it or not。〃
〃Well； we're almost there； ain't we？〃 Lena Strong cut in； cheerful for once as she knelt butchering the donkey that had strangled。 〃On the bright side； we eat better for a while。〃
They rested that night； feeling better…if a bit guilty… with the change in diet。 The next morning they marched just one arrowflight east to face a mighty ravine； with sheer walls and a raging torrent in its heart。
Dwer headed upstream while Lena struck off to the south； leaving Jenin and Danel to wait with the exhausted donkeys。 Two days out and two back； that was the agreed limit。 If neither scout found a way by then； they might have to make a raft and try the rapids。 Not a prospect Dwer relished。
Didn't I tell Danel we should wait for Rety？ I may be a tracker； but she came out through this desolation all by herself。
More than ever he was impressed by the girl's un…swayable tenacity。
If there is a second party； and she's with them； Rety's probably chortling over me falling into this trap。 If she knows some secret shortcut； they may reach the tribe before us。 Now won't that screw up Danel's plans！
Even moving parallel with the river was awkward and dangerous； a struggle up steep bluffs； then back down the slippery bank of one icy tributary after another。 To Dwer's surprise； Mudfoot came along； forsaking Danel's campfire and Jenin's pampering attention。 The trek was too hard for any of the noor's standard antics； ambushing Dwer or trying to trip him。 After a while； they even began helping each other。 He carried the noor across treacherous； foamy creeks。 At other times； Mudfoot sped ahead to report with squeals and quivers which of two paths seemed better。
Still； the river and its canyon tormented them； appearing almost to open up； then abruptly closing again； narrower and steeper than before。 By noon of the second day； Dwer was muttering sourly over the obstinate nastiness of the terrain。 Fallon warned me about the Gray Hills。 But I always figured I'd get to go through the old man's notes and maps。 Pick a path based on the trips of earlier hunters。
Yet none of them had ever found any trace of Rety's band； so maybe they relied too much on each other's advice； repeatedly taking the same route in and out of these badlands。 A route the sooners knew to avoid。 Maybe all this horrid inaccessibility meant Danel's group was getting near the tribe's home base。
That's it； boy。 Keep thinkin' that way； if it makes you feel better。
Wouldn't it be great to struggle all this way； and back； only to learn that Lena had already found a good crossing； just a little ways downstream？ That thought tortured Dwer as he shared food with Mudfoot。 Going on seemed futile； and he'd have to call the trip a loss in a few hours anyway。 Dwer's fingers and toes ached； along with overstrained tendons across his back and legs。 But it was the pounding roar of rushing water that really wore away at him； as if a clock teet had been hammering inside his head for days。
〃Do you think we oughta head back？〃 he asked the noor。
Mudfoot cocked its sleek head； giving Dwer that deceptively intelligent expression； reminding him of legends that said the beasts could grant wishes…if you wanted something so bad； you didn't care about the cost。 Workmen used the expression 〃Let's consult a noor〃 to mean a problem couldn't be solved； and it was time to soften frustration with a set of stiff drinks。
〃Well；〃 Dwer sighed； hoisting his pack and bow； 〃I don't guess it'd hurt to go on a ways。 I'd feel silly if it turned out we missed a good ford just over the next rise。〃
Thirty duras later； Dwer crawled up a thorny bank； cursing the brambles and the slippery wetness that soaked his skin； wishing he was on his way back to a hot meal and a dry blanket。 Finally； he reached a place to stand； sucking an oozing scratch across the back of his hand。
He turned…and stared through a mist at what lay ahead。
A crashing waterfall； whose roar had been masked by the turbulent river； stretched low and wide from far to the left all the way to the distant right。 A wide curtain of spray and foam。
Yet that was not what made Dwer gape。
Just before the roaring plummet； traversing the river from bank to bank； lay a broad expanse of rocky shallows that appeared nowhere more than ankle deep。
〃I guess this settles the question of whether or not to proceed。〃 He sighed。
Shortly； he and Mudfoot stood at last on the other shore； having sloshed easily across to prove the ford was safe。 From there an obvious game trail zigzagged through the forest； departing the canyon eastward。
On my way back downstream I'll scout an easier path for Danel and the others to get up here。 Success took much of the sting out of his aches and pains。 There's a chance Lena beat me to a way across。 Still； I found this place； and maybe I'm the first！ If all this stupid alien stuff blows over and we get to go home； I'll check Fallon's maps to see if anyone's named this spot since the Buyur went away。
The broad falls reminded him of the spillway back at Dolo Village； a thought that was sweet； but also a bitter reminder of why he was here； so far from Sara and everyone else he loved。
I'm here to survive。 It's my job to cower and have babies with women I barely know； while those on the Slope suffer and die。
The pleasure of discovery evaporated。 Shame he displaced with a wooden determination to do the job he had been manded to do。 Dwer started to head back across the shallows。。。 then paused in his tracks； acutely aware of a tickling sensation in the middle of his back。
Something was wrong。
Frowning； he slipped off the bow and drew the string…tightening lever。 With an arrow nocked； he flared his nostrils to suck humid air。 It was hard to make out anything in the musty dankness。 But judging from Mudfoot's arched spines； the noor felt it too。