The Dillians, Makorix and Faal, a male and a female who were married in the manner of their people, pulled the loads effortlessly and without complaint. Yugash had a slightly lower gravity than Dillia, which helped considerably, although they dreaded the idea that one or more of the places ahead might be just the reverse.
"How much longer before we reach the border?" Makorix asked the Yugash.
"Not long," the Ghiskind replied. "Just over the next rise."
Renard looked around dubiously. "Nice place for an ambush right here," he noted. Antor Trelig, peering around with his great independent chameleon"s eyes, nodded in nervous agreement.
"They won"t dare do anything in Yugash," the Ghiskind a.s.sured them. "The cult is not strong here anymore, and my own people have been with us, unseen, as guards and preparers. They know our strength, and they also know they"d face an attack on their main temple if they tried anything. No, an ambush won"t happen here. And we"ll outflank them in Masjenada, I think. If we don"t jump ahead of them then, at least we won"t run into them. The best place would probably be Pugeesh, about which we have been able to learn next to nothing. But-wait a minute! There! You can see the border now!"
They crested the hill. Although all on the Well World were used to sudden changes at hex borders, this one was more stunning than usual.
The dark bleakness of Yugash ran to that intangible line, and across from it the horizon exploded in light and color. The ground itself was ablaze with glowing light, iridescent yellows and greens and oranges that seemed to have a life of their own, and was dotted with thick pale-red plants, like exotic coral, all over the rolling plains. The sky was a bright green with clouds of wispy brown and seemed to reflect some of the colors radiating from the ground.
"Masjenada," the Ghiskind announced. "Do you see that outcrop of rock over to the left? That"s our rendezvous."
They headed for it. As they crossed the border in their protective pressure suits, there was a slight gravitational adjustment downward to perhaps .8 Well World average, giving them additional quickness and buoyancy.
The plants proved as rock-hard as they looked, and the expedition avoided them as much as possible, for some of their growths were sharp and might puncture a suit. They reached the barren rock outcrop shortly, and the two Dillians unhitched the wagon.
Various supplies were unpacked, food and water cartridges were checked and changed if necessary. The rebreathers continued working normally; their action was primarily chemical, but the apparatus also had small power-storage cells that somehow worked within the semitech limitations.
Trelig and Burodir did little to help in the operation; they sat patiently and seemed to accept being waited upon as their due. Though this irritated the others more than a little, they could do nothing but grumble. Trelig was in the driver"s seat and he knew it.
They didn"t have long to wait for contact.
The Masjenadans were definitely unusual. Several were soon seen flying nearby; then a small number circled around, finally approaching slowly and circuitously. Resembling the kind of swan a master gla.s.s blower would create, but three meters long and of a transparent material that caught and reflected the predominant colors like small starbursts, the creatures appeared to have no functional neck or head, nor legs. They were stylized crystalline forms flying effortlessly on nearly invisible wings.
The team watched them in fascination. Renard gasped as two of the creatures headed right at each other. "They"re going to crash!" he yelled, and stood up.
But the Masjenadans didn"t crash. They met and seemed to pa.s.s right through each other as if neither were aware of the other"s existence-as if both were made of air.
"How the h.e.l.l . . . ?" Trelig managed.
"I"m afraid they exist in a few planes more than we do," the Ghiskind explained. "I"m not certain I understand it. But they fly through each other all the time with no ill effect-and they can combine, too."
"What are they? Gas bubbles?" Vistaru shook her head.
"We"re not sure what they are," the Ghiskind admitted. "One thing is for sure-they have ma.s.s, and all that implies."
The Masjenadans who"d flown through each other settled a few centimeters above the ground just before their visitors.
The Ghiskind approached to within a few meters of them. "The Lata hate snakes," it said mysteriously.
A bright yellow light suddenly glowed inside one of the creatures. "Unless the snake is a Lata," responded the creature, in a voice thin, high-pitched, and somewhat reverberant.
The sign and countersign properly given, the group relaxed. "I am the Ghiskind of Yugash," the crystal form resonated. "These are Antor Trelig and Burodir of Makiem, Makorix and Faal of Dillia, Vistaru of Lata, and Roget of Agitar," it introduced, using Renard"s alias, "all of the South."
The Masjenadans" bodies turned slightly, apparently to survey the others.
"We have just signaled others," the one glowing yellow said. "In a few minutes we"ll have everything we need here. It is possible that we can transport you across in a day, a bit more at the most."
That was good news to all of them.
"What about the other party?" Burodir asked them. "Any word?"
The light went out for a moment, then returned. "They crossed well north of here," the Masjenadan replied. "They, too, are using friends to fly them. We would think we will maintain about the same distance, about a half-day"s walking."
"Anything more about Pugeesh?" Renard asked worriedly.
"You will receive better information in Oyakot," the swan replied. "We know little."
They paused for a few moments. Suddenly the air was filled with glittering Masjenadans. The strange creatures began to fly into one another, weaving back and forth, into, through, and between one another in an intricate pattern. As they did, things started to happen.
First, each pa.s.s-through seemed to generate a long strand of gla.s.sy rope. The patterns became more intricate, and they wove the stiff substance into a single fabric, like a great net.
"Where does all that stuff come from?" Vistaru wondered aloud.
"From them, I think," the Ghiskind responded. "Parts of their bodies. Remember, in the North things might be totally different from one hex to another. Not merely different varieties of life, but different kinds entirely-one totally alien to the other. Yugash has bordered here since Midnight at the Well of Souls, yet we have no better notion of what they do, why they do it, or how they do it than at the start."
The eerie aerial ballet was completed now and a great woven structure that seemed to have real flex was the result. The Ghiskind was right: the construction seemed actually to be a part of the creatures, attached to them.
Now swans not connected to the net looped and flew and crashed into each other-only this time they did not reappear on the other side, rather they merged into each other, into single Masjenadans twice the bulk of the original. These then repeated the process with other combined creatures, until eight huge swans perhaps twelve meters in length almost covered the group. These fanned out and paired on either side of the netting, flowing a bit into the webbing but not into the still normal-size creatures attached, and lowered the whole thing to the ground.
The travelers were a bit awed by all this, and it took the Ghiskind to snap them out of it.
"Let"s get the equipment onto the net!" it ordered, and after a few moments they started, first rolling the cart on, then the loose packs. Finally they spread a huge skin rug to the rear and another forward, with the freight between. Some experiments with balancing freight and people were needed, but after a few false starts they had it.
Vistaru was nervous about the spartan accommodations. "Shouldn"t we all have seat belts or something?" she asked uncertainly.
"Just relax," the Ghiskind said. "You will see that this is not as bad as it looks. Just keep from the edges and maintain the balance."
Before any of them could reply, the a.s.sembly took off. It was an odd sensation-no jerk, no sense of acceleration, as if they had suddenly become weightless and floated off. Only the eight huge Masjenadans, whose wings overshadowed them all, and the dozens of smaller ones expended any energy, their wings moving slightly up and down in graceful unison.
They were over a thousand meters off the ground before they knew it, and the land opened up beneath them.
Masjenada from the air looked like a rough, rocky canvas on which millions of gallons of luminescent paint had been spilled. It was a stunning vista, particularly when contrasted with the drab darkness of Yugash behind them or the sickly yellow atmosphere and dark-blue carpet of the nontech Zidur to their right.
Although there was an uncanny lack of any sense of motion, the ground below had changed every time they looked.
Hours pa.s.sed, vistas changed, a low mountain range was crossed effortlessly, and their only problem was arranging the slight shifts in load necessary when one or another of the pa.s.sengers moved.
The sun dipped below the horizon and slowly faded, but their mysterious and enigmatic transporters carried on. By night the countryside was even more aglow in eerie beauty, and the swans added a ghostly radiance.
Renard looked around at them in wonder. "Don"t they ever get tired?" he wondered.
"Or hungry?" Faal joined in, chomping on a thick material that oozed from a thick tube.
But there was no answer.
"What do they trade with the South?" Vistaru asked the Ghiskind, looking for a clue as to the mysterious swans" lives.
"Copper and coral, mostly," the Yugash answered. "What they do with it is anybody"s guess. There is no oxygen here for combustion. Maybe they eat it."
The Masjenadans provided no information, so it was the best guess that could be made.
They slept, more from boredom than fatigue. Dawn broke again, flooding the landscape with new light.
Ahead was a hex border, that was clear. They had been paralleling it for some time, but now before them a three-point junction appeared.
"That should be Avigloa on our left." The Ghiskind pointed. "Oyakot ahead and to the right. We should be landing soon."
High mountains filled the skies in both hexes and even below them in Masjenada; indicators in the suits showed the temperature to be extremely low, as cold as eighty below, Celsius. Only the internal heaters of the suits kept the travelers comfortable.
They descended a little to land on a small plateau. Opposite, Oyakot presented a chilling vista: the snow was oddly colored and definitely not water of any sort, the rocks eroded into strange shapes.
The set-down was gentle, the unloading easy and quick. They watched them as a new ballet was performed; reversing the original dance the large Masjenadans produced smaller creatures, gathering up the net into their bodies.
All but two of the creatures immediately flew in the direction from which they had come.
The remaining swans floated near, and one turned its internal yellow light on again.
"We wish you good fortune. Oyakot borders the far edge of this small plateau. Someone should meet you there in a few hours."
The group thanked the strange creatures, and watched them take off and turn, flying back into the colorful glow to the east.
Suddenly they felt terribly alone.
Oyakot, Nearing the Pugeesh Border
The Oyakot continued the relatively swift and comfortable pa.s.sage the group had thus far experienced. The creatures resembled olive-green canvas bags with small, sharp spikes all over. They had hundreds of tiny legs beneath and a central network of long tentacles atop. The location of their eyes, ears, nose, or mouth was not apparent, and the mountainous landscape with its strong cold winds didn"t seem to faze them.
But they had roads, and vehicles that traveled swiftly along single lines of light. The hex was crisscrossed with a tremendous transportation network, and the journey took them over ma.s.sive bridges and through tunnels many kilometers long. Speed was constant and control automated; drivers only monitored progress and took over in an emergency.
The Oyakot were also talkative; a friendly, practical people, they had made the most of a harsh land. That oxygen was a solid to the Oyakot didn"t dim the mental kinship the travelers felt for these clever, industrious people.
Wooley was worried, though. Word had come through the dispatching network that Trelig and his party were also well into Oyakot, and only a few hours behind them. Too, her party was already approaching Pugeesh, and information was still spa.r.s.e.
"Can"t tell much on them," their Oyakot driver admitted. "Much too hot over there. Sure death just to cross the line. Ugly-lookin" place, though, all boilin" and hissin". I"m told they don"t have anybody at Zone, neither-so your guess is as good as anybody"s. There-you can see it ahead. Gives me the creeps just to look at it."
It was a jungle, that was for sure. A solid wall of purple plants rose before them, and tremendous vapor veils drifted here and there, between the leaves of thick growths.
As they unloaded, Wooley warned them, "The Sea of Borgun is just to the north of Pugeesh, and it"s primarily liquid chlorine, so that will give you an idea of the place. The Oyakot think of it as hot, but it"s still extremely cold to any of us."
Mavra Chang and Joshi surveyed the scene uneasily. "No sign of roads, either," she pointed out. "How are we going to get through that c.r.a.p?"
"There"s flat land slightly to the north," the Yaxa replied, looking at a topographic map. We can get around the mountains that way. As to crossing the jungle, well, we might have to cut a pathway."
Ben Yulin was uneasy. "Suppose the plants are the Pugeesh?" he said worriedly. "We start chopping through them and zap! zap! And we"ve got a long way to go to fight our way through." And we"ve got a long way to go to fight our way through."
"I am fairly certain that they are not plants," the Torshind put in. "Exactly what they are I do not know-but we"ll find out. In the meantime, we have the means to be pretty effective through there." The tendrils of the crystal creature it inhabited fumbled in the heavy packs on Joshi"s back, finally coming up with several odd-shaped metallic parts. a.s.sembled, these made a rifle with a long stock and a huge low-slung cylinder.
Mavra looked at the curious weapon with wonder. "What"s it shoot?"
"Napalm," the Torshind replied.
To Mavra and Joshi, they rigged long flats that balanced on a single broad, spiked roller. On these the supplies could be carried. The travois were perhaps two meters wide, but balanced properly, they worked very well.
Mavra in particular resented the hookup, especially the halter bit, but the others were sharp with her. "It"s why you"re along at all," Yulin snapped irritably. "If you don"t pull your weight, you"re no good to us."
She finally relented, although she was always conscious of the contraption. A beast she might be, but a beast of burden was almost too much.
There were were wide s.p.a.ces once they reached the plain, and the going was relatively easy for a while. The ground was hard and covered with long razor-sharp purple stalks that reacted much like gra.s.s when walked on and offered no resistance to the rollers. wide s.p.a.ces once they reached the plain, and the going was relatively easy for a while. The ground was hard and covered with long razor-sharp purple stalks that reacted much like gra.s.s when walked on and offered no resistance to the rollers.
Maintaining the proper heading was often difficult, and Wooley frequently had to consult a compa.s.s when they had to detour from a straight-line route. The needle always pointed to the Equator, which was sufficient.
As to what kind of being the Pugeesh were, there wasn"t a clue. No visible trails, no evidence of moving things. This made them nervous; they would have preferred vicious predators to something they could neither see nor identify until, perhaps, it was too late.
They had traveled a good distance by sundown, and they had to stop and rest. Yulin and Wooley agreed that the inhabitants had to be nocturnal, which meant posting a guard at all times. It was decided to stand in twos: Wooley and Mavra the first shift, Yulin and Joshi the second, with the Torshind-who did not need sleep but could selectively turn off parts of its brain for rest-as a backup.
Wooley and Mavra switched their suit radios to a different frequency-the Yaxa had to do it for the handless horse-so as not to disturb the others.
For a while there was silence between them, and of course little noise penetrated the suits, either. Finally Wooley said, "Sure is still around here."
Mavra nodded. "It"s completely dark now. You can see some stars up there-and nothing down here but the plants. Of course, I don"t have much vision now, but I haven"t seen anything. You?"
"Nothing," the Yaxa admitted. "Perhaps we"ll get lucky and it"ll stay this way. There seems to be nothing at all alive here except the plants. The only things moving are those wisps of gas-I think they"re chlorine from their color, but I can"t be sure."
Mavra strained and did manage to make out cloudy patches here and there. "You don"t suppose . . . ?"
"The clouds? I"ve been thinking the same thing. They don"t seem to drift in any particular direction, as with a wind. But they"re just wispy puffs. Even if they are are the Pugeesh, they can"t harm us much. Even the worst of these suits could take a bath in pure sulfuric acid without harm." the Pugeesh, they can"t harm us much. Even the worst of these suits could take a bath in pure sulfuric acid without harm."
Mavra considered it. "But napalm wouldn"t be very effective against them, would it?"
There wasn"t much to say.
"You"re an Entry, aren"t you?" Mavra asked the Yaxa. "I can tell by some of your expressions."
The Yaxa nodded slowly. "Oh, yes. Not from any place you"ve ever heard of, though. I"ve been a little of everything-farmer, politician, cop. Finally I just got old, and rejuves take something out of you mentally each time, so we-I-decided the h.e.l.l with it, I"d done all I could, more than most people ever do. I went out with that frame of mind, and wound up getting suckered by a Markovian gate. They"re triggered by that, you know-a desire to end it all, despondency, all the things the Markovians would feel when they used it to come here. But it"s been a good life since, too. I don"t regret much of my past or present. You?"
Mavra was surprised at the Yaxa"s candor; some genuine emotion came through, at least in intent, despite the ice-cold monotone. It was because because she was an Entry, Mavra decided. she was an Entry, Mavra decided.