Rimon let out a long breath, surprised that he was shaking.
"It"s a terrible responsibility G.o.d has placed on you, Rimon. I don"t envy your place. But my job is not easy, either. I"ve had to speak to Drust and will again, to remind him that at the first sign of establishment, he will be escorted to the border with our love. And I will enforce our law, if I must. But while I was speaking, in my heart I was praying that even if he were to leave tomorrow, within the month we could call him back. Rimon, I dream of the day when we send our next established child into Gen Territory, not to exile, but to bring our other children home!"
Rimon had to seize the older man by the shoulders and zlin him deeply to offend him into sensibility. "What if I can"t do it? What if I kill again? Abel-it"s" bad enough if I kill a Gen this month. Must I be set up so that I kill your dream, too?"
"My dream?" asked Veritt mildly. "Isn"t it yours, too?"
If they shared a dream, Veritt also insisted that they share the attempts to achieve it. He would not hear of Kadi accompanying Rimon to Slina"s the next day, but came along himself. "You won"t kill," he insisted, "and if you will allow me to zlin your transfer, perhaps I can learn how you do it."
What they both learned, though, was that Rimon was fixed on Kadi. He could not work up an interest in the Gen Slina gave him, even though he was in hard need and the boy was undrugged. Riding with the Gen before him on the way out toward the homestead, Rimon felt nothing but pity for the boy, who snuggled against him for warmth in the cold of early winter.
When Veritt reined in at a camping place along the road, Rimon pulled up, vaguely, wondering why the older man was stopping. Veritt got off his horse, saying, "No one else will stop here this time of day. Come on, son."
Unquestioning, Rimon dismounted, then lifted the boy down and walked him over to the ring of stones laid out as a fireplace. Veritt sat down carefully on the other side of the ring, and zlinned them. "I thought surely you"d fix on the Gen by now. It"s still Kadi you want, isn"t it?" At Rimon"s helpless nod, he said, "Then you shouldn"t be anywhere near her, or your desire for her could interfere with this transfer."
"Say it-I"ll kill her, too!" Rimon flared.
"Easy," whispered Veritt. "That fear is all the more reason to do it here and now. Face the fear and end it."
"Yes," Rimon agreed listlessly. He faced the Gen. His body needed the boy"s selyn, but he felt no real compulsion to attack. Taking the boy"s hands, he looked into the empty eyes. When Rimon extended his handling tentacles, the boy looked down at the movement, and watched without fear.
Rimon slid his hands up the Gen"s arms, settling his handling tentacles in transfer position. He let his laterals find the Gen skin, and slid effortlessly into hyperconsciousness, smoothly seeking the fifth contact point, still with no driving urge to kill. What would happen now? Would he simply hold contact, no selyn flowing?
But no, Rimon was low-field even compared to the dull Gen. Selyn began to flow into him. He let it come, neither satisfying nor enticing, warming a part of him.
It wasn"t enough-Some subtle shift awakened true need, intil soaring, and he began to draw selyn. No pain, no fear-and no satisfaction. Craving the ecstatic pleasure he found with Kadi, Rimon increased his speed. The boy"s nerves screamed with raw pain and Rimon basked in it until No! No! I won"t!
And suddenly it was as if he were healing someone. The shrieking drive to killbliss left him. Need was still there, but he was distant from it. By an act of will, he slowed his draw to a trickle. The boy"s pain diminished. Rimon cut off the flow in that moment, severing his contact with the Gen in ripping agony.
Stomach heaving, he found himself hypoconscious, the limp Gen body on the ground before him.
I killed. I killed again. Oh, Kadi! Oh, no!
Off to one side, Veritt moved, disturbing the hairtrigger balance of the nager, and suddenly a burning pain spread in waves from some central point in Rimon"s chest.
That was the last he knew as pain overtook him. "Kadi!"
"I"m here. It"s all right, Rimon. You"re all right."
Kadi was bending over him, her hands on his arms. He opened his eyes, and she was still there-trees-stones it"s real.
She pressed her lips to his, giving him the presence of her steady field to guide him in fighting the turmoil of his selyn system. There was a quiver of need within him at her touch, quickly silenced in the thick warm blanket of her nager.
Kadi and Abel Veritt put blankets over and under him. "Rest awhile," said Kadi. "Then we"ll take you home."
"Kadi... I killed." Wretchedly, he forced out the confession, unable to look at her face.
She knelt and made him look at her. "No, Rimon-no, you didn"t. The boy is alive, right here. See? Zlin him."
A few feet away, also wrapped in blankets, was a still form. But there was a faint Gen nager, fluttering.
"Bring him over here," said Rimon, struggling up to his elbows. "If I can"t help, he"ll die!"
Silently, Veritt brought the boy closer. The Gen"s body temperature was way, way down. Veritt must have gone for Kadi, leaving them both here.
Rimon hesitated to touch the Gen. But even Kadi"s field didn"t entice him now. He brought himself into what had become known as his healing mode, reaching for nageric contact with the boy"s cells. As he fumbled, the spark grew ever fainter until, quietly and without pain, the Gen body ceased producing selyn and in Rimon"s loose grasp, gently died.
Veritt carefully took the boy away, saying, "You didn"t kill him, Rimon."
"If I hadn"t taken his selyn, he wouldn"t be dead."
"But you didn"t kilt."
"What difference does that make?"
"It makes a great deal of difference," insisted Veritt, bringing them tea he had brewed over the fire that now danced in the circle of stones. "I zlinned the whole thing. You fought down killbliss and then-there at the end, you came back into that same state you use to heal people. Your field joined with the Gen"s. You almost had it. Rimon, what if you"d done the whole thing in-in your healing mode?"
"I don"t know."
"Yes, you do," said Kadi. "Next time I"ll be there to help you, and you"ll use your healing mode."
"Kadi," said Veritt, "perhaps I should have let Rimon come home to you today. I"m sorry."
"Someone had to zlin what happened, Abel," she replied. "I couldn"t. But next time we"ll both be there for Rimon. And next time, the Gen won"t die."
A few days later, the first heavy snow of the winter fell. It was only a few inches, but it drifted to block the trails. Rimon went out only to feed the horses and the goat; the rest of the time he worked at filling in the c.h.i.n.ks around the windows, where the chill wind crept through, while Kadi sewed on the flannel shirts she was making for both of them.
They could not afford gla.s.s for the windows, and so Rimon had covered them for the winter with wooden shutters. That made it dark inside, even in the middle of the day. It didn"t bother Rimon much, as he could zlin by Kadi"s nager inside the house, and if necessary even through the shutters. But by the second day, Kadi had to get out, snow or no snow. Rimon joined her, and they became children again, pelting each other with s...o...b..a.l.l.s and laughing as they floundered in the drifts.
The next day they had visitors. Del Erick arrived with little Owen before him on his horse. "The two kids together, shut up in the house, were driving Ana crazy," he explained. "Besides, Owen wanted to come along."
"Pa"s gonna teach me to ride inna spring," Owen informed them. "Then I can have my own horse."
"Not till you know how to handle one," Del chided gently.
Each time he saw Del with Carlana"s children, Rimon was amazed at how easily their friend had taken to instant fatherhood. Of course, he and Carlana would have their own child soon-about a month before Kadi was due. Rimon knew that that child was the result of post-syndrome after Dei and Carlana had killed in the Wild Gen raid, but it didn"t matter-the marriage was so clearly good for both of them.
When Del was ready to leave, Rimon and Kadi walked out to his horse with him. The snow was melting into slush. "The road"s already clear through town," Del said, "but I wouldn"t try to take a wagon over the hill trail for a few days yet. It looks like a hard winter coming. You"d better stock up."
"We have plenty of everything," said Rimon.
Del looked to him, then to Kadi, and back to Rimon. "I mean-Gens. A Gen, anyway, as soon as you can get to town to claim one. You don"t want to be stuck out here, with just Kadi when..."
"Yeah," said Rimon. "Don"t worry, Del. I"d never put Kadi in danger."
Del mounted, and Rimon handed Owen up to him. Del settled the sleeping child into a comfortable position. Watching, Rimon said, "You care for that boy as if he were your own, don"t you?"
"He is my own," said Del. "He may be the only son I"ll ever have. He"s certainly all the son any man could want."
As Del rode away, Rimon and Kadi stood staring at one another. So it was that bad. "Kadi, I"ve got to get it right this month."
A few days later, Kadi went with Rimon to Slina"s Pens. Slina was horrified. "Kadi, you get yourself all upset, you"re gonna lose that baby!"
"I"m not upset, Slina."
"You"re askin" for trouble. Rimon, I know you got only a little bit of a house. You got no place to keep a Gen so Kadi won"t be always runnin" into "im. Listen, I been in this business nigh fifteen years, an" I know better"n ever to take for my own kill a Gen I"ve nursed through sickness or injury, or one of my breeders that"s got too old. They take on a kind of personality, and it spoils the kill."
"I know that, Slina. But I"m not going to kill this Gen."
Slina heaved a sigh, flicking a tentacle over the papers on her counter. "I dunno. You two sure are turnin" life upside-down." She shrugged. "You pay your taxes, you take your pick. That prime Farris-bred I was expectin" hasn"t come in yet, though." Rimon felt .the start run through Kadi, and her immediate control when Slina zlinned her.
Rimon shook his head firmly. "The same as last month for me. One you"ve raised. That boy didn"t get scared until... until I hurt him. I"m not going to hurt this one."
Slina showed them to a holding room, bare and bleak, firmly shuttered but quite chilly. Yet it was clean, and so were the five Gens who sat on a bench, leaning against the wall. They didn"t even look up as the customers were shown in, didn"t notice that Kadi was Gen, too. Drugged.
"What do you give them?" Rimon asked.
"Metadine. Finest grade I can get my hands on. Keeps "em easy to handle, but too numb to make trouble. Won"t try to breed or nothin"-don"t even fight."
"Yes, of course, or you couldn"t put the males and females together like this."
"Yeah. The Fort Freedom people want "em kept drugged right up to delivery. Most folks, though, want "em alert. Metadine wears off overnight and don"t make "em sick. You want one of these, or-" She gestured toward the Pens.
Kadi had been looking over the five Gens, two males and three females. They all wore the same gray smocks, but they were clean and healthy. "We"ll take this girl," she said.
Rimon controlled his astonishment, saying, "All right, Kadidid. I"ll trust your judgment."
Slina started to say something, then merely sighed and plucked the girl from the bench. The Gen was Kadi"s height, but built more solidly. She had dark blond hair and wide blue-green eyes in an otherwise plain face. She seemed st.u.r.dy, the kind of person you"d find on a pioneer homestead.
They took the girl home, fed her, and gave her a bedroll by the fire. The next morning, as promised, the drug had worn off. She looked around the house, but remained docile, obedient to the simplest commands, "Come."
"Sit," like any trained dog.
She was Kadi"s responsibility, as Rimon was in his last week"s descent into need, and tried not to come near her without Kadi between them.
The second day, the girl began to follow Kadi around the house, out into the yard, down into the tunnels they had dug into the hill under their home. When Kadi handed her some jars of vegetables, she carried them up into the cabin and watched with interest as Kadi made a rich soup. She ate with relish, and Kadi told Rimon, who was pretending more than eating, "It"s nice not to be the only one with an appet.i.te in this house!"
"I hope we"ve stored enough to see both of you through the winter."
That set the tone for the next few days. Neither Rimon nor Kadi admitted aloud that anything could go wrong.
They spoke of the girl as a permanent addition to their household, and even gave her a name, Willa.
Abel Veritt arrived bright and early on the appointed day while Kadi and Willa were still breakfasting. Rimon was seated between them, at Kadi"s insistence, nervously sipping tea.
Abel looked at the group, and said, "I"m just here to observe."
But something in his tone made Kadi ask, "Do you observe something already, Abel?"
"Yes! There"s... there"s some kind of connection between all three of you."
Rimon nodded. "I have the weirdest sensation that if the two of them were to walk away from me in opposite directions, I"d just melt away into a puddle on the floor."
Kadi said quietly, "n.o.body"s going to walk away from you, Rimon."
Willa was chasing the last of her cereal around the bowl, unable to capture it with her spoon. Finally, she dropped the spoon, lifted the bowl, and shoved the last bit into her mouth with her fingers.
"Willa, your table manners leave much to be desired," said Kadi, taking the bowl from her.
"Don"t scold her," cautioned Rimon.
"No, not now," agreed Kadi. "Your lessons begin with lunch, young lady." She explained to Abel. "We"ve been careful not to do anything that might frighten her."
"I hope-I hope you"ll be able to train her to be some help to you."
"She is already," said Rimon. "She follows Kadi around like a puppy and tries to imitate everything she does."
"She"s like a child, Abel," said Kadi.
"Perhaps," replied Abel, but he was clearly more comfortable with Rimon"s comparison.
They talked idly for a few minutes more, and then Kadi said, "Rimon, are you ready?"
"Not really-but I guess that"s good. I should have some control."
"Come on, then."
They sat on the edge of the bed, ignoring Abel Veritt.
Kadi put Rimon between her and the girl, saying, "Willa, watch."
With Willa"s attention on her, Kadi held out her hands to Rimon as she had done many times during the last few days, letting Rimon grasp her forearms with his handling tentacles. Kadi controlled her yearning to give him transfer herself, and just held steady. Rimon was trembling already. She smiled at him, projecting rea.s.surance, and he steadied.
"There," said Kadi. "Can you go into your healing mode now?"
Barely breathing, Rimon nodded. He sought that strange state-and felt peace descend as he got it. Kadi let her confidence flow to him, and gently disengaged one hand, reaching for Willa"s.
The girl"s hand came eagerly into Kadi"s, and did not resist being placed on Rimon"s arm. When she had both Willa"s arms gently circled by Rimon"s handling tentacles, Kadi moved to kneel behind him, her hands on his shoulders. He leaned back against her for a moment, gathering strength, then began to speak soothingly to Willa.
His laterals licked over the girl"s forearms. She looked down at the sensation, then up at Kadi, who nodded rea.s.surance as Rimon murmured, "Good girl, that"s the way, keep steady. No one"s going to hurt you..."
Confidence seemed to soak through him, and he drew Willa into lip contact. He took selyn easily, steadily, without pain. There was none of the intense satisfaction he felt with Kadi, but neither was there the agony of the kill. There was nothing but a solid, steady flow. When he had drawn as much as he could, he disengaged. Willa stared at him uncomprehendingly. She"s alive!
The thought was echoed in Kadi"s nager. "You did it!" she cried, hugging Rimon, and then hugging Willa.
Abel came to take the girl from her arms, saying, "Our prayers have truly been answered, and nothing will ever be the same again!" He moved the girl near the fire and began to pray.
But Rimon remained on the edge of the bed, feeling as he had never felt in his life. When Kadi moved away from him, he gasped in anguish. "Kadi! Something"s wrong! I"m still in need."