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Memory back, all bet-
tar."
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Mavra wasn't quite ready to accept that, but she had to act as if it were
true. It was certain she couldn't help them.
Seeing Mavra's doubt, and realizing it came from ignorance of the Well World
and its principles, Vistaru said, "Evereebodee who come from othar world t'ey
go t'ru the Well. Come out all changed. Even me. I once as you. Went t'ru
Well, woke up as a Lata."
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Mavra almost believed her now. It explained why the creature knew her
language. But that brought up another question.
"Why not me, too, then?" she asked.
Vistaru shrugged. "Ordars. Tey say you are not Mavra Chang. Tey say you some
sort of bad person."
Mavra opened her mouth in surprise, then closed it again. "That's
ridiculous!" she exclaimed.
"Why would they-whoever they are-think something like that?"
Vistaru shrugged. "T'ey say t'ey already met Mavra Chang, and Reenard, and
Neekee. T'ey say you are fakars."
Mavra started to respond, then thought better of it and sat down. She was mad
as hell. It was the crowning touch to her being on this crazy world in the
first place.
Somebody was going to pay for this.
SOUTH ZONE
"They certainly look like the same people," Vardia said in some amazement.
Serge Ortega nodded, looking at the two nearly comatose people lying on the
floor hi front of him. "That they do. Doctor?"
They were in the Zone clinic, and Dr. Muhar, the Ambreza who looked like a
giant beaver, was examining Renard and Nikki Zinder.
"I wish I knew what kind of drug they'd been administered," the doctor said.
"I've never seen anything quite like it. But it's brain-localized; the other
infection isn't."
Ortega's busy eyebrows went up. "Other infection?"
The Ambreza nodded. "Oh yes. It seems to have infested every cell of their
bodies. Some sort of enzyme, it looks like, and quite parasitic. There is
evidence of tissue breakdown everywhere, and it's continuing at a fairly
steady rate. Would you recognize this sponge if you saw it?"
The other two both shook their heads in the negative. "We have both seen the
effects of it, long ago," Vardia told the physician, "but the pure stuff,
under a microscope, no."
Just then there was a commotion near the door. It opened, and a creature new
to the group stood there.
It was about 150 centimeters tall, and stood on two thick but jointless
tentacles. It had some to spare- three more pairs, going up its midsection.
Each seemed to have a cleft at its end, capable of picking up something much
as a mitten might-or coil around, with the full forward part of the tentacle.
It stood on the rear pair, but needed at least four to walk toward them. Its
face was broad, with close-set, broad nose and flaring nostrils and two
rounded eyes that looked like large velvet pads of glowing amber. Its mouth
had a dislocatable jaw, and inside it was coiled, Ortega knew, a long and
ropelike tongue that could be used as a ninth prehensile organ.
It had two areas on either side of its head like saucers, and they were
slightly offset from the head, yet seemed able to open and close on joints.
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But as the creature entered the room, all else paled before the great wings,
like a giant butterfly's, along its entire back, the wings of brilliant orange
and spotted with concentric brown rings.
Both Vardia and the Ambreza stepped back a bit at this entrance. Ortega had
no such feelings, although its grim visage was frightening, almost menacing.
Neither of the others had ever seen a
Yaxa before, but Ortega had. He even knew this one. He slithered up to the
newcomer.
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"Wooley!" he boomed. "I'm very glad you could come."
The creature remained coldly distant, but it responded, "Hello, Ortega." It
looked over at the comatose bodies of Renard and Nikki. "Are those the ones?"
Ortega nodded, all business suddenly. "Dr. Muhar has some cell tissue under
the microscope.
Can you look into it or should we project it?"
The Yaxa walked fluidly over to the microscope, peering at the sample with
one of those impossible padlike eyes.
"It's sponge," the creature said. "No doubt about it." It turned its gaze
back to the two people on the beds. "How far advanced are they?"
"Five days with no dose," Ortega told it. "What would you say?"
The Yaxa thought a moment. "Depends on how they started out. The cell
deterioration isn't far along, but the mind goes first. If they were around
average intelligence, they should be a lot brighter than the village idiot-for
about another day or two. Then the animal-reversion stage sets in. They become
great naked apes. I'd run them through the Well as soon as possible. Now."
"I agree," Ortega told it. "And I appreciate your coming all this way to do
this."
"They're from the new moon?" the Yaxa asked, its voice, even through the
translator, cold, sharp, emotionless.
Ortega nodded. "And if they're real we got big trouble. That means we got
fooled by an earlier set of duplicates, at least one of which was the head of
the sponge syndicate and the other two of whom know the principles of
operating the Well."
For the first time the creature showed emotion. Its voice was harsh, excited.
"The head of the sponge syndicate? And you let it slip through you like that?"
Ortega turned all six palms up. "We didn't know. They looked just like them.
How was I to know?"
"It's true," Vardia put in. "They were so nice and gentle and
civilized-particularly that one," it gestured at Renard.
The Yaxa almost spit. "Agh! Fools! Anybody without sponge that long would
have shown signs!
You should have known!"
"Come on, Wooley!" Ortega chided. "You're a fanatic, and with good reason.
But, hell, we weren't expecting this sort of thing. Everything's been more
than a little crazy around here lately."
The great butterfly's nostrils opened, and it actually snorted. "Oh, hell.
Trust you to screw things up anyway." It turned its great head, apparently on
some kind of ball joint for a neck, and looked straight at him. "Give me the
bastard's name. He won't always be so clever. One of these days I'll get him.
You know that."
Serge Ortega nodded, knowing that nothing could stop Wooley except death.
Sooner or later, if that man surfaced at all, it would nail him.
"Antor Trelig," he told the Yaxa.
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The creature nodded its great, strange head as if filing the information.
Then it said, "I've got to get back home. A lot's going on. You will hear from
me, though." And, with that, it turned, not easy in the clinic's space with
those great wings, and went out the door.
"Good heavens!" Vardia managed. "Who is that?"
Ortega smiled. "Somebody you used to know. I'll tell you sometime. Now we
have more urgent work to do. We have to get these two through the Well, and I
have to talk to the Council."
There was no Council chamber for the ambassadors. All communication was done
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through intercoms, both for diplomatic reasons and to make it easier on
everybody. There wasn't much room for everybody, anyway. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]