A Beautiful Friendship-ARC (25 page)

Sings Truly radiated her agreement, yet there was a hint of reservation in it, and he turned his head to look at her questioningly. He didn’t actually voice the question, but there was no need for one of the People to be that explicit. Especially not with another of the People who knew him as well as Sings Truly did.

<
Some of the other clans’ elders are less than delighted with our decision to mingle so with the two-legs
,> she admitted. <
What happened to Bright Heart Clan has frightened them. It seems to some of them to prove how dangerous the two-legs are, and they would rather move their ranges entirely, flee ever deeper into the forest and farther away from the two-legs, lest still worse befall them
.>

<
If such is their desire, it only proves their foolishness!
> Climbs Quickly said sharply. <
Yes, what happened to Bright Heart Clan is terrible. And, yes, it was a two-leg who caused it. But the
other
two-legs punished the guilty one, just as the People have punished those guilty of evil acts
.>

<
So far as I know, no one has ever claimed the other two-legs did
not
punish the guilty one
,> Sings Truly replied. <
I do not think that is their point, Climbs Quickly. They know now that there can be truly evil two-legs, like the terrible one who slew True Stalker’s two-leg to try and hide the evil she had done from her fellows. That is frightening enough, and reason for some of the clans to wish to withdraw further from the two-legs, at least until they have fully considered that proof. But more of them are concerned by Swift Striker’s report that what first happened was an
accident.
Bad enough that the evil two-leg was willing to do murder to conceal its actions, yet all of that destruction, all that terrible wounding of Bright Heart’s range, was not even
intentional
. There are not yet that many two-legs on this world, Climbs Quickly, but some of the other elders fear that as they become more numerous, there will be more such accidents, and they have no desire to find their own clans caught up in such terrible mischances
.>

Climbs Quickly lay silent for several long, thoughtful breaths. Then he twitched his ears.

<
I suppose there is at least some reason in that
,> he said, <
but it is not the reason of foresight. Those who fear the consequences of such actions should recall how swiftly the two-legs moved to help Bright Heart when they learned of the disaster. Their flying things carried food to the clan that very same day, and my two-leg’s sire personally traveled to tend to the hurts of those who had been injured. And do not forget the axes and the knives the two-legs gave to the People of Bright Heart! They are far better than anything the People have ever made of stone or wood, and the People of Bright Heart have already nearly completed their new central nesting place with their assistance.
>

<
Agreed
,> Sings Truly acknowledged. <
And I have made the same point to the other clans’ messengers. Even those who are most frightened acknowledge that the two-legs who are not evil did all those things to undo the harm which had been done to Bright Heart. But there are those who would prefer to stay far enough from the two-legs that they do not
require
two-leg assistance in undoing harm. And even many of those who do not wish to run deeper into the forest and hide believe it may be rash to actually encourage others of the People to form the sort of bond you have formed with Death Fang’s Bane
.>

Climbs Quickly’s eyes dropped once more to his two-leg, and a soft, possessive purr buzzed deep in his chest. He hadn’t given her that name; it had been bestowed upon her by the rest of Bright Water Clan, and it was well deserved. He might have been unconscious at the moment she earned it, but others of the clan had been close enough to see what she had done, and Sings Truly had sung the memory song of her actions to him. He had seen as if with his own eyes that wounded, frightened youngling attack the death fang to save his life. And if there could have been any doubt as to the reason she had attacked, he’d seen her stumble forward on her wounded leg to stand
between
him and the death fang. More than that—Sings Truly had been close enough to taste her mind-glow when she did it, and so Climbs Quickly knew his two-leg had fully expected to die . . . and that her only hope, the only thing for which she had fought, had been that she might kill the death fang before it could kill
him
, as well.

How often, even among the People
, he wondered,
can one truly
know
that another will die for one?

Now he listened to Death Fang’s Bane’s laughter, tasted her delight as one of the kittens burrowed its way up under her shirt while two more stalked the wind-blown curls of her brown hair. It was so good to taste her so, without the frustration and the worry which seemed to afflict her mind-glow so often of late. Climbs Quickly was frustrated by his complete inability—so far, at least—to learn the meanings of her mouth-sounds, especially when she tried to explain what was worrying her so and he found it impossible to fully understand. Yet he understood enough from what he tasted in her mind-glow to understand that much of her worry was similar to that of the clan leaders who feared to approach the two-legs too closely.

<
I do not like to admit it, even to myself
,> he said finally, slowly, to Sings Truly, <
yet I suspect from some of what I have tasted in Death Fang’s Bane’s mind-glow that she, too, has some . . . reservations about revealing too much of ourselves to the other two-legs. I do not know why she feels that way, but I do know there are those among the two-legs who are as eager to learn more about the People as the People are to sample cluster stalk. Indeed, they plague Death Fang’s Bane and her parents with endless questions they cannot answer, and I think some of them would desire nothing more than to take me away from Death Fang’s Bane so they might study me more fully in their own way
s.>

<
Indeed?
> Sings Truly rolled two-thirds of the way onto her back, turning her belly fur to the sun while she swivelled her head to keep her eyes on her brother. <
That is disturbing news, Climbs Quickly
.>

<
I may be wrong about it
,> Climbs Quickly pointed out. <
I am still only beginning to understand two-legs. It is easy enough to taste their mind-glows—indeed, who can
not
taste them if he comes close enough?—but it is far more difficult to understand how their minds
work
. If only we could hear their mind-voices, or they could hear ours! Things would be so much simpler
.>

<
Would they truly? Or would it simply mean we would learn that much faster that coming close to the two-legs was a serious mistake?
>

Climbs Quickly blinked. It was unlike Sings Truly to question her own decisions after the fact. On the other hand, this was the first time one of her decisions could have such far-reaching consequences for every Person alive or yet to be born, and he felt a sudden surge of sympathy for her. And a flicker of guilt, as well, since all of this stemmed from his own first, completely unauthorized encounter with Death Fang’s Bane.

<
Do not feel guilty
,> his sister’s mind-voice chided him gently. <
You did not do it intentionally, and my decision to challenge Song Spinner and Broken Tooth was my own, not yours. Besides, I still believe it was the right one. It is simply that I understand why those who question it have concerns
.>

<
No, it was not intentional,
> he agreed, <
but it was still my action which began all this. And while I, too, understand why some of the other clans—or their elders, at least—may be concerned, even fearful, I agree that your decision
was
the right one. If those other two-legs might wish to take me away from Death Fang’s Bane to study, neither she nor her parents will permit any such thing. And if the evil two-leg who destroyed Bright Heart Clan’s nest place did not care that she might have slain an entire clan of the People, it was Swift Striker’s two-leg, Darkness Foe, who stopped her. It is clear the two-legs have come to this world to stay, Sings Truly. All among the People must surely understand that! And as you told Song Spinner and Broken Tooth, the world is not big enough for us to hide from them forever. I have come to the conclusion that your suggestion that we form still more bonds with the two-legs was even wiser than you realized at the time. Yes, we must learn more about them. But perhaps even more importantly, we must make allies among them. We must find those of the two-legs with whom any Person might be proud to bond—the ones like Death Fang’s Bane and Darkness Foe. And one of the reasons we must do that is so that when an evil one among the two-legs might harm the People, we will have our own allies, our own friends among the other two-legs who will defend us. I think that is the message you should send back to those clan leaders who doubt the wisdom of the course you have proposed
.>

* * *

Stephanie Harrington sat up, spilling treekittens off her chest and shoulders, as her uni-link warbled. One of the treekittens, ears pricked in delight, pounced on the fascinating new plaything, and she laughed as she gently shooed it away.

She was careful about how she did it. She’d discovered the hard way that treekittens’ claws had needle-sharp points, but at least they weren’t the ivory scimitars of an
adult
treecat, like Lionheart.

Her father found everything about the treecats endlessly fascinating. Stephanie was pretty sure there were at least two dozen xeno-biologists who would cheerfully have murdered Richard Harrington just to get their hands on the notes he was compiling, and one of the things he’d found especially fascinating was the structure of Lionheart’s claws.

They were very unlike the claws of a terrestrial cat. For one thing, they were extraordinarily dense, more like stone than horn. In fact, her father had told her they were more like a shark’s tooth than anything else he could think of from terrestrial biology. They were only between a centimeter and a centimeter and a half in length, but they were sharply curved, and the inner surface—the drawing surface—was scalpel-sharp. The claws retracted into wells that were lined in the same stonelike material to protect the treecats from their own claws’ sharpness, but it certainly helped explain how such diminutive, almost dainty creatures had shredded a massive hexapuma. And they had four of them on each hand and foot—two dozen naturally evolved razor blades at their fingertips, one might say. When it came down to it, Stephanie thought, a treecat was far better (and more lethally) armed than anyone might ever think simply looking at one of them.

Fortunately, developing that sort of armament apparently took time. Which probably explained how treekittens lived to grow up! It certainly helped Stephanie’s clothing (and skin) survive their onslaught, anyway.

Now she managed to reclaim her uni-link from the curious treekitten and checked the caller ID. It was her father’s, and she accepted the call.

“Hi, Dad!”

“Hi yourself,” Richard Harrington responded. “Would it happen you’ve been keeping an eye on the time, young lady?”

“You know I have,” she replied. “I’m sure not going to mess up and get myself grounded! Again, I mean,” she added, and sitting in his office back at the freehold, Richard grinned.

“Well,” he said, “I’ve been monitoring the forecast, and it looks to me like that storm center’s moving in on the coast faster than anyone expected. I don’t think it’s going to cause any problems with your original schedule, but we’re going to be in for a lot of rain, and you’re probably going to be meeting stronger headwinds on the way back.”

“Yes, sir,” Stephanie responded. “I’ll pull in a direct weather feed on my uni-link and keep an ear on it, Dad.”

“Good,” he said. Then it seemed to Stephanie that he hesitated for a moment before going on. “You might want to think about heading back in a little earlier, anyway,” he told her. “We’re going to have dinner guests.”

“Not more
scientists
!” Stephanie didn’t quite groan, but it was close, and Richard chuckled.

“Nope, not tonight,” he said sympathetically. “We did promise Dr. Hobbard she could come out and talk to you and Lionheart on Thursday, though.”

“Oh,
Dr. Hobbard
isn’t all that bad,” Stephanie replied. “At least she’s polite. Lionheart likes her, too. And she doesn’t act like I’m some stupid kid who doesn’t have a clue, either.”

No, she doesn’t
, her father thought.
On the other hand, young lady, you’ve done quite a job of convincing almost all of her colleagues you
are
“a stupid little kid.” Or that you really don’t have a clue, anyway. One of these days there are going to be some really . . . irritated xeno-anthropologists when they realize you’ve been systematically playing dumb with them
.

“I’ve noticed that,” he said out loud. “But it’s not scientists tonight. In fact, I think you’ll probably be glad to see them.”

“I will?” Stephanie frowned suspiciously at her uni-link. She recognized that tone of voice. It was his “Dad’s up to something” tone.

“Yep.” He chuckled. “Seems we’re going to be visited by a couple of folks from over near Thunder River.”

“Thunder River?” Stephanie repeated, frown deepening. Thunder River came roaring out of the high Copperwalls close to a thousand kilometers north of the Harrington freehold.

“The person who called is an Irina Kisaevna. She says she talked to you on the com last week, and she’s coming over with a friend of hers—fellow named Scott MacDallan. Maybe you’ve heard of him?” Richard Harrington’s tone could not possibly have sounded more innocent. “I think
I
heard something about him, anyway, around—what, a couple of months or so ago? Something about him and his treecat, wasn’t it?”

19

Stephanie watched their visitors’ arrival with mixed feelings.

Her father had been right about how much more rapidly the stormfront was moving in off the Tannerman Ocean, and the air car came sliding down out of a sky of increasingly angry-looking black cloud. There were occasional flashes of lightning off to the west, and wind thrashed the branches of the picketwood and crown oaks around her parents’ home. Stephanie had often wondered what bad weather would be like on a planet with gravity closer to that of Old Earth’s, where rain and other things fell a bit more . . . sedately. She’d never seen that, but she was well accustomed to the kind of heavy-gravity Sphinx boasted, and there was a reason Sphinxian homeowners kept a careful eye on overhead branches. Nobody wanted a four- or five-meter crown oak branch crashing down on her head (or her roof) in a 1.35-gravity field, and tree surgeons were a well-paid specialty here on Sphinx.