He depends on me, she realized with a small shock. She"d never had anyone do that before. She"d always been the one who depended on Ttomalss. "Wait," she told him: the obvious. "Hope the all-clear sounds." Once past the obvious, she had to pause and think, but not for long. She wished she could form her face into the expression wild Big Uglies used to show amiability. "Also, we ought to go on with what we were doing before the alarm came." she realized with a small shock. She"d never had anyone do that before. She"d always been the one who depended on Ttomalss. "Wait," she told him: the obvious. "Hope the all-clear sounds." Once past the obvious, she had to pause and think, but not for long. She wished she could form her face into the expression wild Big Uglies used to show amiability. "Also, we ought to go on with what we were doing before the alarm came."
Jonathan Yeager threw back his head and barked Tosevite laughter. "We have a saying: eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we may die." The laughter stopped. "But it may not be tomorrow. It may be the next instant."
"That is a truth," Ka.s.squit said. "Because it is a truth, should we not go on? Is there anything else you would rather do?"
"No," he said, and added an emphatic cough.
"Nor I." She lay down on her sleeping mat. It was less resilient than the cot brought up from Tosev 3-it fits the Race needs, not mine, she thought-but it would have to do. "Let us continue, then." she thought-but it would have to do. "Let us continue, then."
She"d expected him to put on another sheath and continue from exactly the point where they were interrupted. Instead, to her surprise and delight, he knelt beside her and began stimulating her all over again.
She hadn"t realized she could be stimulated on the web of flesh between her thumb and forefinger or the crook of her elbow or her earlobes. She"d always hated her ears, which marred the smooth lines of her head, and wished she had hearing diaphragms instead, as the Race did. Here was a reason to change her mind she hadn"t expected.
His mouth on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s gave her more pleasure than her own fingers had. She wasn"t so sure that was true when his head went between her legs. She knew just what to do and when to do it there. He didn"t; he was finding out by experiment. When she"d stroked herself, though, she"d always known what would happen next. With Jonathan Yeager"s caresses, she didn"t. Sometimes the surprises were disappointing. Sometimes they were altogether delightful. She gasped and shuddered, taken to her peak of pleasure almost by surprise.
After that, Jonathan Yeager did reach for the box of sheaths. "Would you not like me to stimulate you as well?" Ka.s.squit asked.
The corners of his mouth turned up. "I am am stimulated," he answered, and pointed to that part of himself which proved the truth of his words. "If you stimulate me much more, I will..." He paused, perhaps looking for a way to put what he wanted to say into the language of the Race. He found one: "I will spill my seed, and then you would have to wait a while before I could mate again." stimulated," he answered, and pointed to that part of himself which proved the truth of his words. "If you stimulate me much more, I will..." He paused, perhaps looking for a way to put what he wanted to say into the language of the Race. He found one: "I will spill my seed, and then you would have to wait a while before I could mate again."
That was the first Ka.s.squit had heard of Tosevites having to wait between matings. "How long?" she asked. "A day? Ten days?"
He laughed again. "No, not so long as either of those. Maybe a tenth part of a day, maybe even less than that."
Ka.s.squit considered. "You gave me pleasure-I would like to return it," she said at last. "It seems only fair, after all. If you spill your seed before we mate, then you do, that is all, and we will wait. If not, we will go on. Is that all right?"
The corners of his mouth turned up again. "Yes, indeed, superior female," he said, and lay back on the mat.
Partly remembering the videos of Big Uglies mating she"d watched, partly imitating what Jonathan Yeager had done with her, Ka.s.squit worked her way down his body with her hands and mouth. By the small noises he made, she judged she was succeeding in giving him pleasure. As he had with her, she crouched between his legs and stimulated him with her mouth.
With a small whir, the door to her chamber slid open and Ttomalss walked in. Jonathan Yeager"s reaction astonished Ka.s.squit-he made a noise that sounded something like Eep!, Eep!, jerked away from her so quickly that she almost bit him, and held both hands in front of the organ she"d been stimulating. jerked away from her so quickly that she almost bit him, and held both hands in front of the organ she"d been stimulating.
Ttomalss said, "I greet you, Ka.s.squit, and you, Jonathan Yeager. I wanted to make certain you were both safe. I am glad to see you are." He turned to go.
"I thank you, superior sir," Ka.s.squit said as he left. Jonathan Yeager said Eep! Eep! again. Ka.s.squit wondered what it meant in his language. She got up and closed the door once more then walked back to him. "Shall we go on?" again. Ka.s.squit wondered what it meant in his language. She got up and closed the door once more then walked back to him. "Shall we go on?"
He said something else she didn"t understand; it sounded like Jesus! Jesus! Then he went back to the language of the Race: "After that, I hope I can." Then he went back to the language of the Race: "After that, I hope I can."
Ka.s.squit wondered what he meant. She found out: he had wilted. More stimulation seemed called for. She applied it. She wondered what was in his laugh as he rose again. She thought it sounded like relief, but had too little experience with Tosevites to be sure. "There," she said briskly after a little while. "Now-the sheath."
"It shall be done," he said, and did it.
In the videos, she"d seen several possible mating postures. Female astride male seemed as practical as male mounting female. She straddled Jonathan Yeager and joined their organs. As she lowered herself onto him, she stopped in sudden surprise and pain. "This is a mating!" she exclaimed. "It should not hurt!" The idea of mating that gave pain rather than pleasure struck her as addled even by the standards of Tosev 3.
But Jonathan Yeager said, "Female Tosevites have a... membrane that must be broken on the first mating. That can cause pain. After the membrane heals, this does not happen again."
"I see." Ka.s.squit sighed. She hadn"t known that. None of her research had shown it. She wondered if the Race even knew it. She shrugged. If she hadn"t found out about it before, it couldn"t matter much, even to wild Big Uglies.
She bore down. The membrane certainly was there. Jonathan Yeager had better information than she did. She bore down again, at the same time as he thrust up from beneath her. The membrane tore. She hissed. It did hurt, and she wasn"t used to physical pain.
"Is it all right?" JonathanYeager asked.
"I-suppose so," Ka.s.squit answered. "I have no standards of comparison."
He kept moving inside her. That went on hurting, but less than it had when he first pierced her. It brought a little pleasure with it, but not nearly so much as she got from a hand or from his tongue. She wondered if it would be different after she healed.
Beneath her, Jonathan Yeager"s face went very red. He grunted, clutched her hindquarters ahnost painfully tight, and thrust himself into her to the hilt. Then he relaxed. His eyes, which had squeezed shut, opened again. The corners of his mouth turned upward.
Ka.s.squit slid off him. Her blood streaked the sheath and her inner thighs. "Is it supposed to be like this?" she asked Jonathan Yeager.
"Yes, I think so," he answered. He took off the sheath, which was messy inside and out. "What do I do with this, superior female?"
She showed him. "Here-this is the trash chute. I do not think it would be wise to send it through the plumbing. It might cause a blockage in the pipes."
"That would not be good, not in a starship," he said. "No, it would not," Ka.s.squit agreed. "Tosevite wastes already give the plumbing difficulties it was not designed to handle." She went to the sink, wet a tissue, and wiped the blood from her legs and private parts. Then she sent the tissue down the trash chute, too.
Jonathan Yeager imitated everything she did as he washed himself. "You are going to have to show me things here," he told her. "I do not know how to live on this starship, any more than you would know how to live in my land on Tosev 3."
"It should not be too hard," she said.
He laughed. "Not for you-you have lived here all your life. For me, everything is strange. You have no idea how strange everything here is."
That was likely to be true. Ka.s.squit said, "I only hope we can go on living here."
As if to underscore her words, the floor shuddered a little beneath her feet. "What was that?" Jonathan Yeager asked.
"I do not know, not for certain," she answered. "But I think it may have been missiles firing at a target."
"Oh," the wild Tosevite said, and then, "I hope they hit it."
"So do I," Ka.s.squit answered. "If they do not hit it, it will hit us."
"I know that." Jonathan Yeager put his arm around her. No male or female of the Race would have made such a gesture. Physical contact mattered more among Big Uglies than it did to the Race. Having grown up among the Race, Ka.s.squit had not thought it would matter to her. She was surprised to discover herself mistaken. Genetic programming mattered. The touch of another of her kind-and one with whom she"d known other physical intimacies-brought a certain rea.s.surance.
Not that that will do us any good whatever if a missile does strike this starship, she thought, and then wished she hadn"t. she thought, and then wished she hadn"t.
For Mordechai Anielewicz, a quarter of a century might have fallen away in the course of bare days. Here again were the n.a.z.is swarming over Poland"s western border, panzer engines rumbling, attack aircraft diving on the forces defending the land where he"d lived all his life.
Coming out of Lodz, he was a lot closer to the border than he had been in 1939, when he"d lived in Warsaw. The Germans didn"t have so far to come to get him this time. On the other hand, Poland was better able to fight back than she had been then.
A Lizard fired a missile at an oncoming German panzer. The panzer stopped coming on; it burst into flames. A hatch opened. German soldiers started bailing out.
Anielewicz squeezed the trigger on his automatic rifle. One of the Germans threw out his arms, spun, and fell facedown. A lot of bullets were flying; Mordechai didn"t know whether he"d been the one who killed the n.a.z.i. He hoped so, though.
The Lizards didn"t have a lot of troops on the ground-most of their males were in landcruisers. By themselves, they"d had trouble with the Wehrmacht Wehrmacht when the conquest fleet first landed. The n.a.z.is were a lot better armed now than they had been in 1942. That was why Jewish fighters and Poles served as a lot of the infantry in the fight against the German invaders. when the conquest fleet first landed. The n.a.z.is were a lot better armed now than they had been in 1942. That was why Jewish fighters and Poles served as a lot of the infantry in the fight against the German invaders.
"Gas!" The cry rang out in Yiddish, in Polish, and in the language of the Race at almost the same instant. Mordechai Anielewicz yanked out his mask and put it on with almost desperate haste. It wasn"t complete protection against nerve gas; he knew that all too well. And he"d already had one dose of what the Germans had used during the last round of fighting against the Race. He didn"t know how much he could take now without quietly falling over dead.
Maybe you"ll get to find out, he thought, breathing in air that tasted of rubber through an activated-charcoal canister that gave him a pig-snouted look. If he"d been a proper kind of fighting leader, he wouldn"t have been at the front at all. He would have been back in a headquarters somewhere tens of kilometers to the rear, with aides to peel him grapes and with dancing girls to pinch whenever he felt he needed a break from commanding. he thought, breathing in air that tasted of rubber through an activated-charcoal canister that gave him a pig-snouted look. If he"d been a proper kind of fighting leader, he wouldn"t have been at the front at all. He would have been back in a headquarters somewhere tens of kilometers to the rear, with aides to peel him grapes and with dancing girls to pinch whenever he felt he needed a break from commanding.
But headquarters weren"t necessarily safe these days, either. He couldn"t think of any place in Poland that was necessarily safe. As soon as talks between the Race and the Germans broke down, he"d got his wife and children (and Heinrich"s beffel) out of Lodz and into a hamlet called Widawa, southwest of the city. Widawa wasn"t safe, either, and the knowledge that it wasn"t ate at him. It was closer to the German border than Lodz was. He didn"t want to think about what would happen if the n.a.z.is overran the little town.
Trouble was, he also didn"t want to think about what would happen if the n.a.z.is. .h.i.t Lodz with an explosive-metal missile. If they did, the city would go-and, probably, the fallout from the blast would blow east. Looked at that way, Widawa made more sense than a lot of other refuges.
Machine-gun bullets st.i.tched the ground in front of Anielewicz, kicking up dirt that bounced off the lenses of his gas mask. He blinked as if the dirt had gone in his eye. If he did get an eyelash in his eye or something like that, he would have to live with it. If he took off the mask to get it out, he would die on account of it.
Another German panzer started burning. They didn"t go up like bombs the way they had before, though. Back in the last round of fighting, they"d used gasoline-fueled engines. Now they ran on diesel fuel, as Russian tanks had even then, or on hydrogen, as Lizard landcruisers did.
But the Germans had a lot of panzers. The flame that burst from a machine near the one that had taken a hit was muzzle flash, not damage. And a Lizard landcruiser off to Anielewicz"s right caught fire itself. Males of the Race bailed out, as German soldiers had a moment before. Mordechai grunted, though he could hardly hear himself inside the mask. In the last round of fighting, the Germans had counted on losing five or six of their best panzers for every Lizard landcruiser they knocked out. The ratio would have been higher than that, but the n.a.z.is were tactically better than the Race, as they had been tactically better than the Red Army.
And now they had panzers that could stand against the land-cruisers the Lizards had brought from Home. That wasn"t a pretty thought.
But before Mordechai could do more than form it, it vanished from his mind. The day was typical of Polish springtime, with clouds covering the sun more often than not. All of a sudden, though, a sharp, black shadow stretched out ahead of Anielewicz, toward the west.
He whirled. There, right about where Lodz was-would have been-had been-a great apricot-and-salmon-colored cloud, utterly unlike the gray ones sp.a.w.ned by nature, climbed into the sky. Crying inside the gas mask, Mordechai rapidly discovered, was almost as bad as getting something in his eye in there. He blinked and blinked, trying to clear his vision.
"Yisgadal v"yiskadash shmay rabo-" he began: the Kaddish, the prayer for the dead. Looking around, he saw Polish fighting men making the sign of the cross. The expression was different, but the sentiment was the same. he began: the Kaddish, the prayer for the dead. Looking around, he saw Polish fighting men making the sign of the cross. The expression was different, but the sentiment was the same.
The repulsively beautiful cloud rose and rose. Mordechai wondered how many other explosive-metal bombs were going off in Poland. Then he wondered how many would go off above the Greater German Reich. Reich. And then, with horror that truly chilled him, he wondered how many people would survive between the Pyrenees and the Russian border. And then, with horror that truly chilled him, he wondered how many people would survive between the Pyrenees and the Russian border.
He wondered if he would be one of them, too. But that thought came only later.
"We"ve got to fall back," somebody near him bawled. "The Germans are cutting us off!"
How many times had that frightened cry rung out on battlefields throughout Europe during the last round of fighting? This was how the Wehrmacht Wehrmacht worked its brutal magic: pierce the enemy line with armor, then either surround his soldiers or make him retreat. It had worked in Poland, in France, in Russia. Why wouldn"t it work again? worked its brutal magic: pierce the enemy line with armor, then either surround his soldiers or make him retreat. It had worked in Poland, in France, in Russia. Why wouldn"t it work again?
Anielewicz couldn"t see any reason why it wouldn"t work again, not if the n.a.z.is had broken through-and they had. "Form a rear guard!" he shouted. "We have to slow them down."
He fired at a German infantryman, who dove for cover. But more Germans kept coming, infantrymen following the panzers into the hole the armored machines had broken in the defenders" line. The n.a.z.is had been doing that since 1939; they"d had more practice than any other human army in the world.
However much practice they had at it, though, not everything went their way. The Poles hated them as much as ever, and didn"t like retreating. And the Jewish fighters whom Anielewicz led hated retreating and wouldn"t be captured. They knew-those of his generation from the bitterest personal experience-the fate of Jews who fell into German hands.
German jets raced low over the battlefield, spraying it with rockets and rapid-firing cannon sh.e.l.ls. They didn"t have it all their own way, either; the Lizards" killercraft replied in kind, and were better in quality. But the Germans had been building like men obsessed-were men obsessed-and had more airplanes, as they had more panzers. Step by step, the defenders of Poland were forced back.
"What are we going to do?" one of Anielewicz"s fighters asked him. Seen through the lenses of his gas mask, the man"s eyes were wide with horror.
"Keep fighting," Mordechai answered. "I don"t know what else we can do."
"What if the Poles give way?" the Jew demanded.
"They won"t," Anielewicz said. "They"ve fought well. They"d better be fighting well. We have to have "em-there are a lot more of them than there are of us." All the same, he worried, not so much that the Poles would throw in the towel as at the command structure, or lack of same, of the defenders. He commanded his Jews, the Poles led their own, and the Lizards, while theoretically in charge of everybody, were a lot more diffident than they might have been.
Whatever command problems the Germans might have had, diffidence wasn"t one of them.
Battered by superior force, the defenders fell back toward Lodz-or rather, toward what had been Lodz. Before long, they began running into refugees streaming out from the city. Some of those plainly wouldn"t last long: they were vomiting blood, and their hair fell out in clumps. They"d been far too close to the bomb; its radiation was killing them. Anielewicz had never seen burns like those in all his life. It was as if some of their faces had been melted to slag.
Some people were blind in one eye, some in both. That was a matter of luck, depending on the direction in which they"d happened to face when the bomb went off. Some were burned on one side but not the other, the shadow of their own bodies having protected them from the hideous flash of light.
And, bad off as they were, they told stories of worse horrors closer to the explosion. "Everything"s melted down flat," an elderly Polish man said. "Just flat, with only little bits of things sticking out from what looks like gla.s.s. It"s not gla.s.s, I don"t guess. What it is is, it"s what everything got melted down into, you know what I mean?"
A woman, a badly burned woman who probably wouldn"t live, had her own tale: "I came out of what was left of my house, and there was my neighbor"s wall next door. All the paint got burned off it-except where she"d been standing. I don"t know what happened to her. I never saw her again. I think she burned up instead of that stretch of the wall, and all that was left of her was her silhouette."
"Here-drink," Mordechai said, and gave her water from his canteen. He thanked G.o.d his own family was in Widawa. Maybe they would live. If they"d stayed in Lodz, they would surely be dead.
Because the refugees filled the roads, they made fighting and moving harder. But then, to Anielewicz"s delighted surprise, the German onslaught slowed. He and his comrades and the Lizards contained them well short of Lodz. Before long, he ran into someone with a radio who"d been listening to reports of how the wider war was going.
"Breslau," the fellow said. The Germans had set off an explosive-metal bomb east of it in the last round of fighting. It wasn"t the Germans this time: it was the Race"s turn. "Peenemunde. Leignitz. Frankfurt on the Oder." He tolled the roll of devastation. "Olmutz. Kreuzberg. Neustettin."
A light went on in Anielewicz"s head. "No wonder the Germans have stalled. The Race is bombing all their cities near the border. They must be having the devil"s time getting supplies through."
"That"s not all the Race is bombing," the man with the radio answered. "The Lizards aren"t playing the game halfway this time."
"Will there be anything left of the world when they"re through?" Mordechai asked.
"I don"t know about the world," the man answered. "But I"ll tell you this: there won"t be much left of the G.o.dd.a.m.n Greater German Reich Reich."
Mordechai Anielewicz said, "Good."
So far, the Deutsche had aimed four missiles at Cairo. The Race had knocked down two. One warhead had failed to detonate. And even the explosive-metal bomb that had gone off exploded a good distance east of the city. All things considered, it could have been much worse, and Atvar knew it.
He swung an eye turret toward Kirel. "They thought we would be meek and mild and forbearing," he said. "Not this time. They miscalculated. In spite of all our warnings, they miscalculated. And now they are going to pay for it."
"Indeed, Exalted Fleetlord." Kirel pointed toward the map on the monitor in front of Atvar. "They have paid for it already."
"Not yet," Atvar said. "Not enough. This time, we are going to make a proper example of them."
"By the time we are through with the Reich, Reich, nothing will be left of it," Kirel said. nothing will be left of it," Kirel said.
"Good," Atvar said coldly. "The Deutsche have troubled us altogether too much in the past. We-I-have been far too patient. The time for patience is past. In the future, the Deutsche shall not trouble us again."
Kirel ordered a different map up on the monitor. "They have also done us considerable damage in the present conflict."
Atvar sighed. "That, unfortunately, was to be expected. With their orbiting weapons and with those fired from their submersible boats, the time between launch and detonation is very short. Our colonies on the island continent and on the central peninsula of the main continental ma.s.s have suffered, as have those west of here."
"And our orbiting starships," Kirel said.
"And our orbiting starships," Atvar agreed. "And also Poland, very heavily, which is unfortunate."
"We might have done better not to settle so many colonists in Poland," Atvar admitted. "The only reason we ended up administering the subregion was that none of the Tosevite factions involved in the area would admit that any of the others had the right to control it. To reduce the chances of an outbreak, we kept it-and see what our reward was for that."
" "Reward" is hardly the term I would use, Exalted Fleetlord," Kirel said.