_Gee, thanks_, he said, projecting a mental sneer. _Where"s Arkor and Company?_
The music had stopped. There was only the sound of the three-headed bird.
_There they are._
The winds screeched again, and at the entrance of the lobby, the people fell away from the door. There was Tltltrlte. He was tall, and dark, in a cloak in which there were many more black threads than in Jon"s. He unsheathed a sword, and began to come forward. "Your reign is through, Daughter of the Sun," he announced. "It is time for a new cycle."
"Very well," said Jon.
As Tltltrlte advanced, the throng that crowded the lobby clapped their hands in terror and moved back further. Jon stood very straight.
As Tltltrlte came forward, his shoulders narrowed. He pushed back the hood of his cloak and a ma.s.s of ebony hair cascaded down his shoulders.
With each step, his hips broadened and his waist narrowed. A very definite bulge of mammary glands now pushed up beneath his black silk tunic. As Tltltrlte reached the bottom of the steps, she raised her sword.
_Think at him_, came Arkor from the bird cage.
_Think at him_, came from Petra.
Jon saw the blade flash forward and then felt it slide into his abdomen.
_At her_, he corrected.
_At her_, they answered.
As Jon toppled down the steps, dying, he asked, _What the h.e.l.l is this anyway?_
_We"re inhabiting a very advanced species of moss_, Arkor explained, with the calmness that only a telepath can muster in certain confusing situations. _Each individual starts off male, but eventually changes to female at the desired time._
_Moss?_ asked Jon as he hit his head on the bottom step and died.
_There...._
The wave came again and thundered on the beach. He staggered backwards, just as the froth spumed up the sand. The sky was blue-black. He raised his fingers to his lips (seven long tines webbed together) and whined into the night. He lifted his transparent eyelids from his huge, luminous eyes to see if there wasn"t some faint trace of the boat. Spray fell on them, stung the rims, and he snapped all three lids over them, one after another. He whined again, and once more the wave grew before him.
He opened the two opaque lids, and this time thought he saw them far off through the greenish spray. The pentagonal sail rode above a billow-blue, wet, and full. It dipped, rose, and he pulled back his transparent eyelid again, this time when the wave was down, and thought he saw figures on the fibrous hammock of the boat. On the blue sail was the white circle of a Master Fisherman"s boat. His parent was a Master Fisherman. Yes, it was his parent coming to get him.
Another billow exploded and he crouched in the froth, digging his hind feet deep into the pebbly beach.
The crosshatch of planking scudded onto the sh.o.r.e, and they swarmed off.
One wore a chain around his neck with the Master Fisherman"s seal.
Another carried a seven-p.r.o.nged fork. The two others were just boat-hands and wore identifying black belts of Kelpod sh.e.l.ls.
"My offspring," said the one with the seal. "My fins have smarted for you. I thought we would never swim together again." He reached down and lifted Jon into his arms. Jon put his head against his parent"s chest and watched water beading down the pentagonal scales.
"I was frightened," Jon said.
His parent laughed. "I was frightened too. Why did you swim out so far?"
"I wanted to see the island. But when I was swimming, I saw...."
"What?"
Jon closed his eyelids.
His parent smiled again. "You"re sleepy. Come." Now Jon felt himself carried to the water and into the waves. The spray fell warmly on his face now, and unafraid, he relaxed his gill slits as water fell across him and they climbed onto the boat.
Wind caught the sail, and the open-work of planking listed into the sea.
Long clouds swung rapidly across the twin moons like the tines of the fishing forks the fishermen saluted the sacred phosphor fires with when they returned from their expeditions. He dreamed of his, a little, in the swell and drop. His parent had tied him to the boat, and so he floated at the end of a few feet of slack. Water rolled down his shoulders, slipped beneath his limp dorsal fin, and tickled. Then he dreamed of something else, the thing he had seen, glowing first beneath the water, then rising.... He whined suddenly, and shook his head.
He heard the others on the boat, their webbed feet slipping on the wet planks. He opened his eyes and looked up. The two boat-hands were holding onto stays and pointing off into the water. Now his parent had come up to them, holding a fishing spear, and they were joined by the Second Fisherman.
Jon scrambled from the water onto the plank. His parent put an arm around him and drew him closer. (_Here he comes_, Arkor said.) His other hand went to the seal of authority around his neck, as though it gave him some sort of protection.
"There it is," Jon suddenly cried. "That"s what I saw. That"s why I was afraid to swim back." (_There it is_, Jon said.)
A phosph.o.r.escent disk was shimmering under the surface of the water. The Second Fisherman raised his spear higher. "What is it?" he asked. (_What is it this time?_ Petra wanted to know.)
Indistinct, yet nearly the size of the ship, it hovered almost three breast strokes from them, glowing beneath the surface.
(_I"ll have a look_, said Petra.) The Second Fisherman suddenly dove forward and disappeared. Still holding to the frame of the boat, Jon and his parent went under the water where they could see better.
One of Jon"s eyelids, the transparent one, was actually an envelope of tissue which he could flood with vitreous solution when he was submerged to form a correcting lens over his pupil.
Through the water he saw the Second Fisherman bubbling through the water toward the immense, transluscent hemisphere that dangled ahead of them.
The Second Fisherman stopped with an underwater double-reverse and hovered near the thing. (_It"s a huge jellyfish_, Petra told them.) "Can"t figure out what it is," the Second Fisherman signaled back. Then he extended his fork and jabbed at the membrane. The seven tines went in, came out.
The jellyfish moved, fast.
The tentacles hanging from the bottom of the bag raveled upward like snagged threads. The body bloated and surged sideways. Two tentacles wrapped around the Second Fisherman as he tried to swim away. (_Eep_, said Petra. _These things hurt._)
Jon"s parent was on top of deck again, shouting orders to the boat-hands. The ship swung toward the thing which was now heaving to the surface.
(_Look, let"s finish this thing up for good. Concentrate._ That was Arkor. _There...._)
(From beneath the water they felt Petra reach her mind into the pulsing ma.s.s: _There...._)
(As the tentacles encased her and she jammed the spear home again and again through the leaking membrane, she felt Jon"s mind join in: There....)
The boat rammed into the side of the jellyfish, the planks tearing away the membrane and the thick, stinging insides fountaining over them. Now it nearly turned over, and tentacles flapped from the water in wet, fleshy ropes. The Second Fisherman was caught in one of the snarls.
Their green faces were lighted from beneath by the milky glow.
(_There...._) Suddenly it tore away from the planks, going down beneath the water. (_There...._) The Second Fisherman"s head bobbed to the surface, shook the green fin that crested his skull, and laughed.
(_There...._)
3 to 6, 3 to 6, (Jon"s frequency oscillated from 3 to 6 as he drifted through clouds of super-heated gas) 3 to 6, 3 to 6--7 to 10! (Someone was coming.) U to 10, 7 to 10, (It was getting closer; suddenly:) 10 to 16! (Then:) 3 to 6, 7 to 10, 3 to 6, 7 to 10, (they had pa.s.sed through each other. _Hi_, Petra said. _Have you any idea where we are?_)
(_The temperature is somewhere near three quarters of a million degrees.