Deep underground, fibers hugged rock, transmitting data which were correlated with impressions from distant leaf surfaces, indicating that a major storm was brewing: There were ominous vibrations from the depth; relative humidity was rising, air pressure falling- A pattern formed, signalling danger. The tree stirred; a tremor ran through the mighty branch system, shattering fragile frost crystals that had begun to form on shaded surfaces. Alertness stirred in the heart-brain, dissipating the euphoric dream-pattern. Reluctantly, long-dormant faculties came into play. The tree awoke.
Instantly, it a.s.sessed the situation. The storm was moving in off the sea-a major typhoon. It was too late for effective measures. Ignoring the pain of unaccustomed activity, the tree sent out new shock roots-cables three inches in diameter, strong as stranded steel-to grip the upreared rock slabs a hundred yards north of the taproot.
There was nothing more the tree could do. Impa.s.sively, it awaited the onslaught of the storm.
2.
"That"s a storm down there," Malpry said.
"Don"t worry, we"ll miss it." Gault fingered controls, eyes on dial faces.
"Pull up and make a new approach," Malpry said. "You and the Creep."
"Me and the Creep are getting tired of listening to you b.i.t.c.h, Mal."
"When we land, Malpry, I"ll meet you outside," Pantelle put in. "I told you I don"t like the name "Creep." "
"What, again?" Gault said. "You all healed up from the last time?"
"Not quite; I don"t seem to heal very well in s.p.a.ce."
"Permission denied, Pantelle," Gault said. "He"s too big for you. Mal, leave him alone."
"I"ll leave him alone," Malpry muttered. "I ought to dig a hole and leave him in it. . . ."
"Save your energy for down there," Gault said. "If we don"t make a strike on this one, we"ve had it."
"Captain, may I go along on the field reconnaissance?" Pantelle asked. "My training in biology-"
"You better stay with the ship, Pantelle. And don"t tinker. Just wait for us. We haven"t got the strength to carry you back."
"That was an accident last time, Captain-"
"And the time before. Skip it, Pantelle. You mean well, but you"ve got two left feet and ten thumbs."
"I"ve been working on improving my coordination, Captain. I"ve been reading-"
The ship buffeted sharply as guidance vanes bit into atmosphere; Pantelle yelped.
"Oh-oh," he called. "I"m afraid I"ve opened up that left elbow again."
"Don"t bleed on me, you clumsy slob," Malpry said.
"Quiet!" Gault said between his teeth. "I"m busy."
Pantelle fumbled a handkerchief in place over the cut. He would have to practice those relaxing exercises he had read about. And he would definitely start in weightlifting soon, and watching his diet. And he would be very careful this time and land at least one good one on Malpry, just as soon as they landed.
3.
Even before the first outward signs of damage appeared, the tree knew that it had lost the battle against the typhoon. In the lull, as the eye of the storm pa.s.sed over, it a.s.sessed the damage. There was no response from the northeast quadrant of the sensory network where rootlets had been torn from the rockface; the taproot itself seated now against pulverized stone. While the almost indestructible fiber of the Yanda tree had held firm, the granite had failed. The tree was doomed by its own ma.s.s.
Now, mercilessly, the storm struck again, thundering out of the southwest to a.s.sault the tree with blind ferocity. Shock cables snapped like gossamer, great slabs of rock groaned and parted, with detonations lost in the howl of the wind. In the trunk, pressures built, agonizingly.
Four hundred yards south of the taproot, a crack opened in the sodden slope, gaping wider. Wind-driven water poured in, softening the soil, loosening the grip of a million tiny rootlets. Now the major roots shifted, slipping. . . .
Far above, the majestic crown of the Yanda tree yielded imperceptibly to the irresistible torrent of air. The giant north b.u.t.tress, forced against the underlying stone, shrieked as tortured cells collapsed, then burst with a shattering roar audible even above the storm. A great arc of earth to the south, uplifted by exposed roots, opened a gaping cavern.
Now the storm moved on, thundered down the slope trailing its retinue of tattered debris and driving rain. A last vengeful gust whipped branches in a final frenzy; then the victor was gone.
And on the devastated promontory, the stupendous ma.s.s of the ancient tree leaned with the resistless inertia of colliding moons to the accompaniment of a cannonade of parting sinews, falling with dreamlike grace.
And in the heart-brain of the tree, consciousness faded in the unendurable pain of destruction.
Pantelle climbed down from the open port, leaned against the ship to catch his breath. He was feeling weaker than he expected. Tough luck, being on short rations; this would set him back on getting started on his weightlifting program. And he didn"t feel ready to take on Malpry yet. But just as soon as he had some fresh food and fresh air- "These are safe to eat," Gault called, wiping the a.n.a.lyzer needle on his pants leg and thrusting it back into his hip pocket. He tossed two large red fruits to Pantelle.
"When you get through eating, Pantelle, you better get some water and swab down the inside. Malpry and I"ll take a look around."
The two moved off. Pantelle sat on the springy gra.s.s and bit into the apple-sized sphere. The waxy texture, he thought, was reminiscent of avocado; the skin was tough and aromatic; possibly a natural cellulose acetate. There seemed to be no seeds. That being the case, the thing was not properly a fruit at all. It would be interesting to study the flora of this planet. As soon as he reached home, he would have to enroll in a course in E.T. botany. Possibly he would go to Heidelberg or Uppsala, attend live lectures by eminent scholars. He would have a cosy little apartment-two rooms would do-in the old part of town, and in the evening he would have friends in for discussions over a bottle of wine- However, this wasn"t getting the job done. There was a glint of water across the slope. Pantelle finished his fruit, gathered his buckets, and set out.
4.
"Why do we want to wear ourselves out?" Malpry said.
"We need the exercise," Gault told him. "It"ll be four months before we get another chance."
"What are we, tourists, we got to see the sights?" Malpry stopped, leaned against a boulder, panting. He stared upward at the crater and the pattern of uptilted roots and beyond at the forestlike spread of the branches of the fallen tree.
"Makes our sequoias look like dandelions," Gault said. "It must have been the storm, the one we dodged coming in."
"So what?"
"A thing that big-it kind of does something to you."
"Any money in it?" Malpry sneered.
Gault looked at him sourly. "Yeah, you got a point there. Let"s go."
"I don"t like leaving the Creep back there with the ship."
Gault looked at Malpry. "Why don"t you lay off the kid?"
"I don"t like loonies."
"Don"t kid me, Malpry. Pantelle is highly intelligent-in his own way. Maybe that"s what you can"t forgive."
"He gives me the creeps."
"He"s a nice-looking kid; he means well-"
"Yeah," Malpry said. "Maybe he means well-but it"s not enough . . ."
From the delirium of concussion, consciousness returned slowly to the tree. Random signals penetrated the background clatter of shadowy impulses from maimed sensors- "Air pressure zero; falling . . . air pressure 112, rising . . . air pressure negative . . .
"Major tremor radiating from- Major tremor radiating from- "Temperature 171 degrees, temperature -40 degrees, temperature 26 degrees. . . .
"Intense radiation in the blue only . . . red only . . . ultraviolet . . .
"Relative humidity infinite . . . wind from north-northeast, velocity infinite . . . wind rising vertically, velocity infinite . . . wind from east, west . . ."
Decisively, the tree blanked off the yammering nerve-trunks, narrowing its attention to the immediate status-concept. A brief a.s.sessment sufficed to reveal the extent of its ruin.
There was no reason, it saw, to seek extended personal survival. However, certain immediate measures were necessary to gain time for emergency spore propagation. At once, the tree-mind triggered the survival syndrome. Capillaries spasmed, forcing vital juices to the brain. Synaptic helices dilated, heightening neural conductivity. Cautiously, awareness was extended to the system of major neural fibers, then to individual filaments and interweaving capillaries.
Here was the turbulence of air molecules colliding with ruptured tissues; there, the wave pattern of light impinging on exposed surfaces. Microscopic filaments contracted, cutting off fluid loss through the ma.s.sive wounds.
Now the tree-mind fine-tuned its concentration, scanning the infinitely patterned cell matrix. Here, amid confusion, there was order in the incessant restless movement of particles, the flow of fluids, the convoluted intricacy of the alpha-spiral. Delicately, the tree-mind readjusted the function-mosaic, in preparation for spore generation.
Malpry stopped, shaded his eyes. A tall, thin figure stood in the shade of the uptilted root ma.s.s on the ridge.
"Looks like we headed back at the right time," Malpry said.
"d.a.m.n," Gault said. He hurried forward. Pantelle came to meet him.
"I told you to stay with the ship, Pantelle!"
"I finished my job, Captain. You didn"t say-"
"OK, OK. Is anything wrong?"
"No sir, but I"ve just remembered something-"
"Later, Pantelle. Let"s get back to the ship. We"ve got work to do."
"Captain, do you know what this is?" Pantelle gestured toward the gigantic fallen tree.
"Sure; it"s a tree." He turned to Malpry. "Let"s-"
"Yes, but what kind?"
"Beats me. I"m no botanist."
"Captain, this is a rare species. In fact, it"s supposed to be extinct. Have you ever heard of the Yanda?"
"No. Yes-" Gault looked at Pantelle. "Is that what this is?"
"I"m sure of it. Captain, this is a very valuable find-"
"You mean it"s worth money?" Malpry was looking at Gault.
"I don"t know. What"s the story, Pantelle?"
"An intelligent race, with an early animal phase; later, they root, become fixed, functioning as a plant. Nature"s way of achieving the active compet.i.tion necessary for natural selection, then the advantage of conscious selection of a rooting site."
"How do we make money on it?"
Pantelle looked up at the looming wall of the fallen trunk, curving away among the jumble of shattered branches, a hundred feet, two hundred, more, in diameter. The bark was smooth, almost black. The leaves, a foot in diameter, were glossy, varicolored.
"This great tree-" Pantelle began, emotionally.
Malpry stooped, picked up a fragment from a burst root.
"This great club," he said, "to knock your lousy brains out with-"
"Shut up, Mal," Gault put in.
"It lived, roamed the planet perhaps ten thousand years ago, in the young faunal stage," Pantelle told them. "Then instinct drove it here, to fulfill the cycle of nature. Picture this ancient champion, looking for the first time out across the valley, saying his last farewells as the metamorphosis begins."
"Nuts," Malpry said.
"His was the fate of all males of his kind who lived too long, to stand forever on some height of land, to remember through unending ages the brief glory of youth, himself his own heroic monument."
"Where do you get all that crud?" Malpry said.
"Here was the place," Pantelle said. "Here all his journeys ended."
"OK, Pantelle," Gault continued. "Very moving. You said something about this thing being valuable."
"Captain, this tree is still alive, for a while at least. Even after the heart is dead, the appearance of life will persevere. A mantle of new shoots will leaf out to shroud the cadaver, tiny atavistic plantlets without connection to the brain, parasitic to the corpse, identical to the ancestral stock from which the giants sprang, symbolizing the extinction of a hundred million years of evolution."
"Get to the point."
"We can take cuttings from the heart of the tree. I have a book-it gives the details of the anatomy-we can keep the tissues alive. Back in civilization, we can regenerate the tree-brain and all. It will take time-"
"Suppose we sell the cuttings."
"Yes, any university would pay well-"
"How long will it take?"
"Not long. We can cut in carefully with narrow-aperture blasters- "OK. Get your books, Pantelle. We"ll give it a try."