So Ross decided not to think. He turned his attention back to the tape, and this time he kept his attention on the bland voice detailing a daily load of new surprises.
CHAPTER 5.
WHEN THE TAPE was done, the first question was from Ross, which did not surprise Eveleen. "The Weaslies Weaslies are the dominant culture?" are the dominant culture?"
Eveleen bent her head, hiding a smile. Her husband was an acknowledged top agent, brave, intelligent, and altogether wonderful-but he was also impetuous, impatient of rules, and a maverick.
And she adored him for it.
Kelgarries"s hatchet face didn"t change in expression, but Eveleen sensed very strongly that he was trying to hide a smile. Some of the Russians looked a little startled at the outburst. Only Ashe remained, at least outwardly, unmoved- he and Saba both, she noted belatedly.
"Yes," Kelgarries said. "You are correct."
"But the winged people in the ruined tower were still there in the present," Ross stated. "Are still there." still there."
"Yes, they are," the Colonel affirmed.
"And the Weaslies are still feral."
"Again, you are correct."
Kelgarries went on, when the Colonel sat back, "So we can a.s.sume that the timeline has not been tampered with- though I guess we"ll never really know. But for our purposes, we can a.s.sume not."
Ross sighed, clapping down the lid on his laptop. "Weaslies. When I think of that fight we had-well, this is beginning to look like a puzzle where half the pieces are missing. These Weaslies in the past sound like some kind of ancient Chinese culture, only even older and more stratified-so what happened? There was sure no sign of any culture at all when we met "em."
"The violence is there," Eveleen spoke. "Remember the biologist, whose only crime seems to have been to enter an enclave without ident.i.ty or place. How did all that change so drastically?"
"That"s one of the mysteries we are going to have to solve," Ashe spoke up.
Ross groaned theatrically, clutching his head. "I don"t think we"re the ones to send. This is sounding more and more like a case for a regiment of brainiacs. Not a handful of agents."
Kelgarries shook his head-echoed by the Colonel.
"No. These people-we may as well get used to their term, Yilayil-would, to all appearances, not tolerate being studied. We need skilled agents-yourselves-to adapt to their culture in the ways outlined by the missing team, and work from within."
"But it sounds like we"re going to be a cross between servants, and... and house pets!" Ross protested.
A soft laugh and a swift exchange of Russian reminded Eveleen of the presence of Misha Nikulin. She did not turn her head. Her long years of martial-arts training had already inured her to certain types of men-of which Project Star inevitably had its fair share. One sure way to provoke Mr. Nikulin would be to look at him-a glare just as much as a smile would be equally challenging.
"Being house pets is an easier a.s.signment than running after mastodons in winter, wearing nothing but a wolfskin mini skirt and a coat of grease," Ashe said, laughing.
Saba smiled slightly. Eveleen caught her glance, and Saba"s smile increased.
The Russians were now deep in conversation, the Colonel ill.u.s.trating something. Ashe leaned over to speak with Kelgarries and Ross.
Under cover of the other conversations, Saba murmured softly, "Your husband. Very like my first partner, Lisette Al-Aseer." Saba"s dark eyes were difficult to read. Humor? Sadness? Eveleen sensed a little of both.
"Tell me about her," Eveleen whispered back.
Saba gave a little shrug. "She was just as impetuous. Always in trouble with the authorities-while pulling off brilliant coups. I learned a great deal from her."
"Where is she now?" Eveleen asked.
"One of the first ones sent off-world," Saba answered, her expression now sober. "I have had no word for over two years. In the data banks she"s listed as "On a.s.signment" and whatever that a.s.signment is has been cla.s.sified beyond my level."
Eveleen nodded. If anything had happened to Saba"s friend, the other agents might never find out. There was too deep a need for secrecy; though the world knew about s.p.a.ce exploration, the governments had made a concerted effort to keep all hints of news about time travel from ever reaching the media. The chance of unscrupulous individuals getting hold of a time machine for their own uses was too great a danger.
So the Project was veiled in secrecy, and that meant strict data control even among agents, always judged on a need-to-know basis.
Unfortunately.
As Kelgarries paused to answer a question from one of the Russians, Eveleen thought back over the night before. While Ross had been watching his video, she"d been in the library using the E-mail to query the three teams of married agents that she had found after a quick scan through the data banks.
I"m so used to taking care of myself, she thought as Kelgarries, the Russian with the query, and the Colonel now talked in quiet voices.
Eveleen felt a little sad to have even one secret so early in a marriage, but she hesitated to to discuss this with Ross- especially after seeing his reaction at Misha"s absurdity. discuss this with Ross- especially after seeing his reaction at Misha"s absurdity.
What good would telling him do, except make him worry? Men had been blithely launching into action for millennia. Women had been equal partners with men relatively recently-but they had been champion worriers since the dawn of time. Better to ask some married couples with more experience in partnerships under dangerous conditions how they coped with the fear of loss of a partner.
She watched Ross typing notes into his laptop, a little frown between his brows.
I"d rather get lost than lose him, she thought bleakly, and then scolded herself for defeatist thinking. The idea was to keep them both safe.
Kelgarries looked up then. "The Colonel suggests that we might actually speed the training along if we split for the language-a.s.similation portion. We"ll get together again when we start training for specific positions on the world. Gordon? Summation?"
Gordon Ashe looked up. "I"ll give us all a quick synopsis of what kind of civilization we"re looking at, so we can keep the worldview in mind as we crash-learn it in pieces."
He cleared his throat.
"One. The Yilayil people are the dominant culture, a hyper-complex civilization trying to maintain the diversity of an interstellar culture that-for some reason-has no new entries showing up. But the process for a.s.similation has already begun, through a complex of behaviors that are both cultural and ritualistic, called ti[trill]kee ti[trill]kee-" He whistled the middle part with difficulty. "It seems to mean deportment, but it"s more than just that; it"s a way of life accepted by all, and deviation, once one has been accepted by the Yilayil, is not tolerated. Since there is no mention in the Time Capsule of the winged people, we must a.s.sume they arrived later-"
"From a crashed s.p.a.ceship, perhaps?" one of the Russians asked, enunciating carefully in English. "Or from one of the islands on the far side of the planet from the s.p.a.ceport?"
"It is a possibility, though unlikely-not if they have any kind of culture with technical capabilities," the Colonel said. "When our globe ship skirted the planet, we did energy readings. Energy use is uniformly low, except on the island containing the s.p.a.ceport. There it is exceptionally high."
Kelgarries said, "We a.s.sume from the observable drive to conformity that any other race with technical capabilities is eventually drawn to the capital island and conformity in order to have access to data and technology."
"The flyers are not tech-capable in the present timeline," Ross spoke up. "Of course, none of the three races we encountered were. They were a lot more civilized than those feral humanoids or the Weaslies."
"The flyers might be indigenous and hidden, and might be latecomers. We will be looking for clues, of course," Ashe said, nodding. "Second: the Yilayil are the only nocturnal land-living intelligence on the planet, and all the diurnal creatures exist lower in the cultural hierarchy, locked into rigid castes that determine their status and duties. Divergence means ostracism; obedience is rewarded with privileges which translate to various forms of wealth, leisure, etc."
Ashe stopped, looking around for questions. No one spoke, but Ross frowned, flexing his scarred hand. Eveleen bit her lip.
Ashe said, "Ross?"
The scarred hand balled into a fist, and then opened. Eveleen watched her husband force his feelings behind a polite mask as he said, "It sounds a little like we"re expected to fit into a society of robots."
"Not robots," Ashe said, smiling. "If they were, there would not be a question of conformity, would there?"
"Conformity," Ross repeated, grimacing. "I have to admit that"s what sticks in my craw. Conformity seems another word for-" He looked over at the Russians, and Eveleen saw Misha nod and give Ross a thumbs-up.
It was an unexpected gesture. Eveleen was relieved to see Ross flick a hand up in salute. Then he went on, "I don"t know what. Main thing is, I didn"t catch who decides if any given race has "conformed" properly."
"That"s because the First Team didn"t say." Ashe sat back, scanning his notes. "Until we find out, we can a.s.sume that the Yilayil decide. Anything more to add?"
Ross shook his head.
"Then I"ll continue with the Yilayil," Gordon said. "They dwell in tunnels and caves, vast s.p.a.ces underground. At first they had seemed unable to deal with the sudden appearance of the First Team whose place of origin they-obviously- couldn"t figure out. This is important to remember: they are, of course, aware of other races-we will apparently meet several-and their way of dealing with them has been to a.s.similate them into the hierarchy through ti[trill]kee ti[trill]kee. Every race has its enclave somewhere on the world-yet the s.p.a.ceport on the main island is closed, so so no new no new ones ones are coming in. We don"t know if this is by accident or design. We will have to find out." are coming in. We don"t know if this is by accident or design. We will have to find out."
He paused. Again, no questions.
"As for interaction, the races are segregated, save for a single exception: the mysterious House of Knowledge- which, apparently, is what Ross and I called the library- where the Russians found that carving."
Eveleen cast another quick glance at Saba. It was clear what her job would be: she"d have to penetrate the House of Knowledge, to learn what she could about the missing Russians. The evidence was already there, if the carving could be believed, that Saba had been been there. Her visit had already happened-hopefully safely. there. Her visit had already happened-hopefully safely.
What is my job to be? Eveleen thought.
She looked down to hide a grim smile.
She"d find out soon enough.
SABA EXCUSED HERSELF from dinner as early as was polite, and left the common room. Much as she enjoyed watching the impetuous Americans strive to find congenial topics to discuss with the reserved, rather dour Russians-and the way the two male agents, Misha and Ross, watched each other speculatively when the other was not aware-she felt the pressure of time tightening the muscles on the back of her neck.
She"d seen the looks on all their faces when a sample from the language tapes was played. If the stakes had not been so high, she would have laughed at the restrained disgust of the Russians (who had apparently just begun struggling with the Russian version of the tapes) to Eveleen"s shock and Ross Murdock"s blank despair. Only Gordon Ashe had displayed little reaction, a slight frown between his brows, his head bowed as he concentrated.
She crossed the short hallway to her room, turning on the light and her computer at the same time. Calling up the tapes, she tabbed the sound to to the speakers, and paced back and forth in the tiny s.p.a.ce as she listened. the speakers, and paced back and forth in the tiny s.p.a.ce as she listened.
Saba was grateful to Katarina, the unknown but gifted Russian linguist/archivist on the missing team, for having done a superlative job on the preliminaries. As it was, learning this language was going to be a terrific challenge.
The translator"s voice began.
"The Yilayil language has one component in common with English: it seems to be a tremendously flexible language, adopting words from all the others, altering them and making them its own.
"That is all all the Yilayil tongue has in the Yilayil tongue has in common common with English." with English."
And next was an example. The sound was strange, midway between a whistle and a drone, with ululations and note alterations rather like a chant, or music, modifying it.
The Yilayil people, with their muzzles that resembled those of earth weasels, were not likely to make the l.a.b.i.al sounds of human languages. The humans who were to approximate the Yilayil language would first of all have to know how to whistle-and then would have to learn to hum while doing it.
But harder, much harder, was the prospect of hearing the language and then speaking it. Chinese, often regarded as the toughest language to learn, used to take at least a couple of years for a linguistically gifted individual; now, with the hypno-tape method used by government agencies, it took several months. Chinese seemed easy compared to this utterly alien, bizarrely weird tongue.
Especially since the hypno-tapes she had used until now were complete and these weren"t. These tapes left whole levels of expression fragmentary and confusing.
And they had a limited time in which to learn it-the duration of their flight to the planet.
Saba had seen the unspoken reaction in all the others" faces. She knew it matched her own: dread. Everyone was very aware that the First Team"s lack of knowledge might have been related to why they disappeared.
Luckily Katarina had taped a great deal of indigenous talk-which her team had been in the midst of studying when they disappeared. Saba, on hearing her tapes, vowed she was going to master it before planetfall. This meant that she had to find the key to the language, its music, even though its speakers had utterly nothing in common with human beings, whose various language-musics carried subtle but definite similarities.
So she"d better get started right away.
GORDON ASHE LOOKED at Saba"s closed door. From beyond it came faint sounds: he recognized the weird noises of the Yilayil language. Annoyance and admiration twisted at his guts.
The admiration was easy to acknowledge. He had a lot of respect for any agent who got right to business when a mission was at hand, especially one that carried this much firepower. The annoyance... why the h.e.l.l couldn"t she call them all in and share her expertise? Did she have to get ahead, just to show off?
He shook his head, hard. No. Stop attributing compet.i.tive American motivations to someone from a totally different culture.
He raised his hand to knock, then sighed. What would he say? Would he just be interrupting her for little purpose?
Better to get busy with his own tapes, he decided. So he retreated to his room and fired up his computer.
He paused the tape after that first Yilayil example, then replayed it.
"Weird, isn"t it?" Ross spoke from the open doorway.
Ashe turned around, saw Ross and Eveleen standing there.
"Come in," he said. "I take it you had the same idea?"
"I saw Saba leave," Eveleen said, smiling. "Ross and I made a bet she was itching to get cracking on her tapes."
"Where are the Russians?" Ashe asked.
Ross jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "Finished dinner, Colonel gave them the high-sign, and they vamoosed in a group. My guess is, they"re hunkered down right now with their versions of Katarina"s tape. Learn fast, make the decadent Americans look bad."
"Be fair," Eveleen retorted, elbowing Ross in the side. "That missing team was their friends. If our friends went missing, we"d do the same."
"I don"t want to be fair," Ross said. "I want to be first."
"So much for scheduled recreational time," Eveleen added with a grin.
"We can do recreation on shipboard," Ashe said, and he hit the replay again.
At the end, Eveleen had a faint crease between her brows. "It"s like chanting, more than speech," she said.
"Speech sounds monotone after it," Ross added, his eyes closed.
"Mellifluous," Eveleen put in. "That"s the word I was looking for."