It"ll be easy to pick out the rogues and mark them if we run with them. We have to keep our distance from the main group, though, or they"ll just gang up on us and eat us all." Kelly could almost have repeated his speech word for word. It was the same one he had been giving for years. She smiled impishly at his back, which he held straight in the saddle, wondering what he would do if she chimed in.
She was fond of Todd, and equally fond of Hrriss. Of course it was nearly impossible to think of one without the other, they were so inseparable. A pity. She couldn"t help but think that their united front was what had kept both of them single all these years.
Ahead of them, a streak of brown and gray as quick as a blink broke out of the undergrowth and showed them a patterned back. Jilamey let out a yell, and Errala jumped, making her horse dance back out of the way. The snake, a tiddler at four meters, seemed just as surprised to see them. It doubled in its own length and scooted back into the brush.
"That one is afraid of us," Hrriss said, holding up a hand to forestall pursuit. "It may already have eaten, or it has learned discretion in the last years."
"I always like a Hunt that begins wjth a well-fed one," Jan said grimly, calming her mount. The radio crackled into life: Teams Six and Seven were in pursuit of snakes that had left the sp.a.w.ning grounds in the opposite direction, but the majority were coming Team One"s way.
More snakes followed the first one, but these attempted to slither past the horses without stopping. The snakes were normally solitary creatures, but at this particular moment of their life cycle, they did seem to understand safety in numbers.
When pressed too closely, they split up and headed in several directions, hoping to elude pursuit. The team formed a wall with spears and flashing lights, heading off snakes and scaring them into the direction they wanted them to go. The Hunters and Beaters stationed along the way would repeat the actions, keep them moving toward the river route.
Suddenly a Mommy Snake, not one of the GBMSs, but still more than respectable in size, appeared between the outcroppings of rock. It was followed by a swarm of smaller snakes that quickly outdistanced it.
Yelling into his radio, Todd wheeled his horse after them and kicked the animal to a canter. "We got some biggies on the road!" The others followed, falling into position behind him. The team formed a cordon along the front edge of the swarm, following it downstream into the trees, keeping it contained with pain and noise.
With the blunt end of spears, flashguns, whips, even brooms, they pushed, prodded, and drove the snakes back into line. The Hunters had to stay spread out, since their quarry ran anywhere between twice a man"s height in length and fifteen meters long. A single snake could endanger several riders. Somewhere behind them, as the stream of reptiles advanced forward, Teams Two, Three, and Four were joining the wall of Hunters. The river acted as a natural barrier on the other side, saving manpower. Still more teams were spotted in the forests and meadows, driving stragglers that broke out between the teams where the Beaters" threshers couldn"t go.
"Now we ride them into the sea," Jilamey crowed, brandishing the staff above his head like an Amerind he must have seen in the Archive Pictures.
"It is not that easy," Kelly yelled back, losing her composure at last. Really, Jilamey was just begging to be killed. Or thrown. His mount really didn"t like all that brandishing.
A tiddler, probably returning from its first sp.a.w.ning, catching the scent of the lathered mare, slithered toward her with amazing speed. Calypso saw it coming and swapped ends to buck, lashing her hind feet out at it. Kelly hung on. Calypso might be accustomed to the stink but she retaliated in proper equine fashion to the direct a.s.sault.
Landreau, thinking he was being heroic, spurred his mount toward it and slammed the staff down on its nose. Abruptly his horse ran backward as the tiddler reared up, ready to lunge forward, jaws wide and eager to swallow horse and rider in one gulp.
Cursing Landreau and her horse in one breath, Kelly swung Calypso about with the strength of her legs alone and leveled one of her crossbows at the predator. The snake was all bunched to strike when Kelly discharged the bolt. She"d lost none of her marksmanship in her four years away. The quarrel struck right through the creature"s forehead. Sheer momentum kept the snake moving toward its prey while Jilamey"s terrified mount managed incredible speed backward until it was jarred to a halt by a tree. Then, with a squeal of fear, the horse jumped off its hocks to one side and took off in a panicked run, Jilamey clinging desperately to his saddle.
Then the tiddler fell sideways, a wavy line that quickly disappeared under the ma.s.s of snakes. No doubt one of the other reptiles would stop and eat the corpse while it was still twitching.
Team Two or Three would have to deal with it.
Kelly and Calypso resumed their position as they pa.s.sed one of the pairs of margin Hunters, who waved them a salute with spear and flashgun. They were positioned well, on a small natural upthrust of rock overlooking the well-worn river path. The snakes disappeared from Kelly"s view briefly as the Hunters looped around the far side of the ridge and the snakes followed their own old road. It was to th Hunters" advantage that their quarry preferred to slither on smooth dirt and stone rather than over the uneven floor of the jungle. Kelly guided Calypso among the huge, ridged rla trees, keeping her eye on the young snakes. Before and behind her, flashguns popped, distracting the snakes who might break out of line.
Snarling yips and growls erupted behind them, amid the sound of two horses whinnying in fear.
Kelly risked a quick glance over her shoulder. One of the bigger reptiles was coming up behind them, followed by a pair of horses crashing through the undergrowth. Two of the Hrruban visitors from Team Two had earmarked a Mommy Snake and were riding it down, without regard for the organization of the Hunt or their own safety. They wore only their equipment belts and helmets, without a st.i.tch of clothing over their furred limbs and tails to protect against the branches whipping at them.
Their quarry had slipped out of line and was now on the outside of the Hunters" cordon. The experienced riders in Team One knew that the snake was only waiting to get far enough ahead of its pursuers to turn about and strike. Hrrubans had superlatively fast reflexes, but they were slow as falling snowflakes compared with the teeth and coils of a Mommy Snake. Only experience countered speed.
The snake was tiring. The species was made for sprinting and quick striking, not long-distance runs, and it had recently laid its eggs. The Hrrubans had probably surprised it coming directly off the hot sands through the narrow gap. It was in search of a wider place wlerc it could make a stand. Kelly didn"t like the situation she could see developing.
Couldn"t the Hrrubans see that those meter-wide jaws could engulf one or both of them?
Todd turned his head and exchanged glances with Hrriss. The Hrruban abruptly edged his horse out of the line and slipped between and ahead of the two endangered Hunters. Kelly was sure she hadn"t seen either one of the leaders lift his radio.
It was this sort of instantaneous cooperation which gave them their reputation for telepathy. Todd raised his rifle to his shoulder and fired.
He was using an explosive sh.e.l.l. The shot went off against the ground in front of the Mommy Snake. It slid to a rapid halt in a heap of coils to see what had kicked up the dirt just as Hrriss gathered himself in his saddle and sprang.
It was an amazing leap. He landed on the back of the snake"s neck. Its head went up to dislodge him, but he had sunk in his claws, the advantage Hrrubans had over Hayumans. Kelly judged the creature to be a good fifteen meters long, and the snapping teeth were as long as her hand. The Hrruban would be just a mouthful if he slipped.
With one strong arm and his prehensile tail wound around the snake to hold on, Hrriss took the knife from his belt. The snake was unable to reach him with its teeth, but it had miles of muscled coils upon which it could call. It bucked and twisted, trying to dislodge him. A length of tail snapped around Hrriss"s leg and squeezed. The Hrruban let out a snarl of pain and hung on. Kelly came level with him, then rode past him, looking over her shoulder in horror. She found she was riding next to Todd, who had slowed down.
"I"m going back," Todd called, wheeling his horse. "Keep the line in order."
"Right! Quick kill, Todd," Kelly replied. She turned her eyes forward. Behind her, she could hear Todd barking directions to the other two Hrrubans on how to attack the snake without further endangering Hrriss.
Jan and Don had spread out to make up for the shortage in personnel. Don was on the radio to the other teams, keeping track of the stragglers who strayed out of the cordon. He waved encouragement to Kelly, as did the other two members of Team One. Then Jilamey drew level with her, babbling something, his sweaty face red with excitement. Did she think he needed to help Hiriss and Todd? Idiot!
She waved him on, to fill in the line behind Don. She lifted her radio to her ear and picked up field coordination where Todd had left off.
He and Hrriss were already out of sight. They"d handle the Mommy: they were clever Hunters.
Todd galloped his horse back to where the Mommy Snake coiled and writhed, trying to dislodge Hrriss. Hrriss"s now-riderless horse, cannoning between the others, had scattered the two strange Hrrubans" mounts in opposite directions, keeping them from reaching the Mommy Snake"s open maw, and probably saving their lives, though the ungrateful Hunters would be unlikely to realize it.
Hrriss clung to the nape of the great reptile"s neck, even though his leg had to be paining him.
Repeated thrusts of his knife blade were scattering drops of ichor as the snake flung its head from side to side, trying to get rid of the agonizing pest on its back. Hrriss kept on striking powerful blows but the snake almost seemed to antic.i.p.ate his targets and he hadn"t hit anything vital yet. The blade bit again.
The great length of the snake coiled and writhed in fury. The two Hrrubans who were responsible for this disaster controlled their hysterical horses at a distance from the giant reptile, watching Hrriss, clearly not knowing what to do. Todd cursed. The Hunt was against killing any of the wildlife that hadn"t gone rogue. Once one had gone berserk, the Doonans had no choice but to kill it to save their own lives. It was just like these senseless strangers to incite one to terminal frenzy and then sit back to watch the fun. No, that was unfair-they really didn"t know what one of these snakes was capable of. But that wouldn"t help his friend.
By nw, Hrriss"s two ocelots had joined the battle, tearing at the snake"s sides to help their master. Long gouges were ripped from the skin, oozing ichor that was churning dirt into a hideously viscous mud.
The snake bent its powerful neck to try and bite at the two little pests on the ground, but as it bent for one, the other would rake at it from the other side, turning its attention away.
Recognizing that he was unlikely to get a clear shot at the head of the furiously thrashing snake, Todd put up his rifle and reached for the la.s.so. He began whirling the rope juSt above Gypsy"s head, keeping the noose small enough so as not to tangle in the branches above him.
Despite his care the rope snagged on a bush and he had to start over.
Shouts alerted him that Team Two was closing in on them, following the next flux of snakes very near to the river path. Out of the corner of his eye, Todd could see that one of the riders had his own rope circling above his head, just shy of the canopy of leaves. Hrrula shouted to show he was ready.
Hrriss ducked as low as he could go against the snake"s back without flinging himself into its coils.
Teeth gritted, Todd gave the signal, and both of them threw at once. As soon as the other man"s noose dropped over the snake"s head, he yanked back on his horse"s reins, causing the animal to dig in its hooves in the soft mold and pull the rope taut.
Todd pulled back, too, and the snake fought between the two lines, unable to reach either of its mounted tormentors. Struggling wildly, the snake released Hrriss"s foot. The Hrruban grabbed hold of one of the ropes with a clawed hand and slashed repeatedly at the reptile"s throat with his blade. It flung loops of itself forward to protect its vulnerable undeflaw but not soon enough. Too much damage had been done by Hrriss"s blade. Its loops lost strength and its head hung in the nooses, dying.
One of the strange Hrrubans, evidently deciding that the danger was over, rode forward and plunged his spear through one of the snake"s eyes into its brain. The writhing of the coils became more frenzied, and gradually died into infinitesimal twitches. Todd let his rope drop slack and started to gather in the lengths, urging his horse forward with his knees.
The Hrruban visitor"s triumphant cry echoed through the forest.
"I have killed the great one!" he crowed, flexing his claws over his head.
"The kill is Hrriss"s," Todd said flatly. Hrriss was beginning to climb free. Todd swung off his horse to help him to his feet. Hrriss signalled that he was not seriously hurt, though he was favoring the leg.
"If he had not acted when he did, the results might have been very serious for you." On Hrrula"s hissed orders, a Team Two rider went off into the brush to retrieve Hrriss"s horse.
He reappeared shortly, leading Hrriss"s Rrhee, then rode off to rejoin his own team, now far ahead in the jungle. Hrriss spoke softly to calm the ocelots, mad with bloodl.u.s.t, who were still tearing at the twitching corpse of the snake.
"But I plunged the spear through its brain! It is dead, by my hand. I claim the kill," the visitor insisted.
Todd let his eyes meet those of the strange Hrruban. The visitor possessed a very broad back stripe, indicating that he held a position of rank in Hrruban society.
"With the greatest of respect," Todd said, dropping into full formal Hrruban which forced him to suppress the fury he felt, "there can be no doubt that the creature was already dying when you rode forward." The broad stripe was somewhat taken aback by his host"s use of the formal language. Since that was used only during events of the greatest importance, it was ingrained in the Hrruban not to disagree with the speaker without considerable forethought.
Hrrula, an old ally of Todd"s, waited silently nearby.
"Perhaps we will discuss the matter later," Todd said politely, gesturing to the Team Two leader.
"We must complete the Hunt. Time is pressing."
"Quite right, honored guests," Hrrula said, having slathered the snake slashes and scale pinches with vrrela salve. "With your permission, zOdd Rrev, we must catch up with our team. We are needed." Before the strangers could protest, the Hrruban grabbed the rein of one of the horses and pulled it after him. The animal obediently followed the lead mount.
In a moment, all three of them were out of sight.
Todd mounted up again. He sent a concerned glance toward Hrriss.
"There"s a snake blind only a hundred meters ahead, if you need a rest." "I am all right," Hrriss a.s.sured him. "Truly. There is no real damage. The circulation will return to the leg in a short time. It could have been worse.
"Could have been much worse," Todd said. Then, with a wicked grin, he added, "It could have been your tail!"
"Team Three leaving the sp.a.w.ning grounds," his radio announced. "They"re moving slow this year.
Vic just herded a couple of tiddlers that were trying to leave the grounds from the wrong side. Look out for "em. They"re mad."
"Fardles !" Todd put his heels to his horse. Hrriss"s episode had taken only a few minutes from start to finish.
The sound of hoofbeats pounding up behind her made Kelly swivel about in concern. One, no, two horses returning. She relaxed and smiled as Todd and Hrriss pa.s.sed her.
"Hrriss did it in!" Todd called. Hrriss was leaning to the right, obviously favoring his left leg. "Good kill. Mommy Snake! Fifteen and a half meters or I"ll eat it. But he"d better not get a big head, or he won"t get through the trees!"
"You"re lucky to be alive," Kelly said to Hrriss, at the same time pulling a face at Todd. "That was a magnificent tackle! I hope those two Hrrubans realize you saved their lives."
"Those foolish ones were made to understand that by Zodd," Hrriss a.s.sured her, his tail tip lashing to one side of his saddle.
The others cheered and shouted encouragement to him as he resumed his place in the line. Todd moved ahead and raised his radio on high as a signal to move out. Kelly told the other team leaders that Todd was in charge again and clipped her own box to her belt.
They were moving swiftly up on the most dangerous part of the Hunt. The team was about to leave the jungle and move out on featureless gra.s.slands. Without the trees to restrict them, the snakes often attempted to escape from their shepherds and go in search of landbound food. The task of keeping the swarm together the rest of the way was made more difficult by the local landowner.
Twenty-five years ago, when the Treaty allowed more Humans in, to match the Hrruban population, Codep had added four families to the original eleven in the First Village. The Boncyks were one of those four. In spite of warnings from the established colonists that the snakes used this area as a thoroughfare twice a year, Wayne claimed the fertile plain not far from the marsh for his family"s holdings. On top of that disregard for local wisdom, the Boncyks compounded their problems by running herds of cattle and teams of pigs, China and Poland. Naturally the snakes, especially the hungry tiddlers, found the smell of live meat irresistible.
The larger ones, with the larger hungers, would go berserk if the wind shifted to tantalize them with the odor of edibles.
To prevent wholesale slaughter, this was when the teams had to be most alert. The Hunters were already tired. Fortunately the snakes were wearing out, too, but they became more cantankerous and tricksy.
Once the tantalizing Boncyk farmlands were past, the salt marshes were not far, and once the snakes reached them, they would disperse while the teams remained on guard to drive back any who might decide to return to dry land-and fat cows and pigs. When the last of the snakes were back in the salt marshes, hunting the rodents, waddlers, waders, and other such tidbits, the Hunt would be declared over and the triumphant teams would return to the village common, except for the skeleton force that remained on guard until the next morning.
Jilamey had had his eye on a pair of young adolescent snakes almost since he rejoined the run.
With the bare treetops of the marsh wood in sight, he was going to have to move quickly to capture his quarries before they vanished into the fetid waters.
Kelly watched him measuring the distance to the edge of the marsh.
With a now-or-never expression on his face, Landreau spurred his horse toward the pair. He had his quarterstaff well balanced in his right hand, confident that he could knock the snakes on their blunt skulls, stunning them, and secure them alive.
In theory, it was a good idea. However, it failed utterly to take into account the nature of snakes.
As soon as Jilamey thumped one of the fleeing tiddlers in the back of the head with the heavy staff, it turned. As quickly as patterned lightning grounding through a rod, the snake swarmed up the quarterstaff, hissing furiously. It wrapped its wristthick coils around Jilamey"s arm and struck at him.
The long, white teeth snapped on nothing as the youth ducked and thrashed at his a.s.sailant.
Letting her crossbow dangle, Kelly drew her knife and kicked Calypso to the rescue. The snake struck again, this time penetrating flesh. With a screech that ascended into the soprano register, Jilamey warded off the snake and started clubbing the reptile over the head with the b.u.t.t of his little gun, which he had grabbed in desperation.
To the surprise of those observing the fracas, the snake dropped limp across the saddlebow. In the berserk frenzy of panic, Jilamey kept battering the twitching body even after the others had called to him to stop.
"Now, don"t that beat all!" Don exclaimed, laughing. "That micro-sized popgun did some good, after all!"
"Well, gather him up before he slides off your lap!" Kelly ordered Jilamey, reining in next to him and expertly digging her fingers for a firm hold on the slippery scales. With her free hand, she fumbled for a snake bag and pa.s.sed it over. "I don"t think you remembered one of these. Cram it in and be sure you tie the neck of the sack as tight as possible.
They"ve been known to wiggle free if they"ve any s.p.a.ce."
"I did it, didn"t I? I captured one!" Jilamey"s red face was now suffused with incredulous triumph and his voice broke a bit on the "captured."
"If you remember to get it in the bag," Hrrin called, teeth showing under his feathery brown moustache. Although excitement made his hands shake, Jilamey managed to stuff the limply uncooperative and slithery coils of snake into the bag and securely fastened the tie.
"Congratulations.
You"re half-way there!" Hrrin added.
Still holding the bag, Jilamey looked about him, not certain what to do with his prize. Jan took pity on him and helped him secure it to the saddle on rings embedded in the saddle tree for just such a purpose. Eyes shining, Jilamey galloped to rejoin Team One. Jan followed more sedately, an indulgent grin on her face.
Just inside the boundaries of his ranch, Wayne sat on his horse, flanked by his wife, Anne, and their eldest son. Nearby, on a pair of nervously curvetting horses, were Wayne"s guests for the Hunt, a couple from the Hrruban home world.
They were all armed with crossbows with explosive quarrels, ready to deal with any reptiles escaping from the cordon. The younger Boncyk hefted a bazooka on his right shoulder while his horse shifted under him, trying to balance itself against the weight. Wayne posed another problem to the teams: he was a notoriously bad shot. He had a tendency to detonate the ground right in front of a Hunter"s horse more often than the snake it was pursuing. Todd"s horse had been spooked by one of Wayne"s bombs the year before, dumping him in the pigpens, so he kept one wary eye on the stockman as they pa.s.sed him.
Kelly could feel the wind shifting as they came up the hill. That was the worst thing that could happen. Instead of a following breeze that swirled the heady snake musk around them, a new stench filled the air, as potent as snake, blindingly putrid as well as sickly sweet.
"Faugh," Kelly said, averting her head and wondering if it would do any good to jerk her scarf over her nose.
"Oh, no," Todd groaned. "Pig air!" Not only pig was in the air but also the delectable aroma of livestock, blown directly from the Boncyk herds and teams into the noses of ravenous snakes.
In a maneuver as planned as a dress parade, the snakes turned, a great river of rippling, leafpatterned hide across the Hunters" cordon, rolling uphill toward the farm buildings. With no river, hill, or wood between the snake thoroughfare and the farm, there were no barriers to deflect the snakes" inexorable approach.
The moment the pig stink came his way, Todd called for the Sighter crafts to pick up Lures and make a drop near the marsh in an attempt to divert the main bulk of the reptiles. Then he called for any available Beaters and Hunters. The teams spread themselves out across the field to try and contain the flow and regain control. Kelly could hear the screaming farm animals, their cries reaching up the scale to pure panic. They seemed to sense their danger despite the shift of the wind.
Boars might have stood and faced the reptiles, but not the gentler China and Poland pigs who were milling about their st.u.r.dy pens with no refuge from the approaching menaces. Even if the pressure of the terrified animals broke down the pen bars, they hadn"t the speed to outrun snakes. The only hope of saving them was to head the snakes off again, with full firepower if need be, before they reached the pens.