The ropelike transfer vines lay everywhere. They were wonders, certainly, but they made for slow going down here below the heights. Robert had had plenty of time to think. Mostly he wondered what the Gubru were doing coming up here into the mountains at all.
Oh, he was glad they came, for it gave the Resistance a chance to strike at them. Otherwise, the irregulars might as well spit at the enemy, with their vast, overpowering weaponry.
But why were the Gubru bothering at all with the tiny guerrilla movement up in the Mulun when they had a firm grip on the rest of the planet? Was there some symbolic reason-something encrusted in Galactic tradition-that required they reduce every isolated pocket of resistance?
But even that would not explain the large civilian presence at those mountaintop outposts. The Gubru were pouring scientists into the Mulun. They were looking for something.
Robert recognized this area. He signaled for a halt.
"Let"s stop and look in on the gorillas," he said.
His lieutenant, a bespectacled, -middle-aged chimmie named Elsie, frowned and looked at him dubiously. "The enemy"s gasbots sometimes dose an area without cause, sir. Just randomly. We chims will only be able to rest easy after you"re safe underground again."
Robert was definitely not looking forward to the caverns, especially since Athaclena wouldn"t be back from her next mission for several days. He checked his compa.s.s and map.
"Come on, the refuge is only a few miles off our path. Anyway, if I know you chims from the Howletts Center, you must be keeping your precious gorillas in a place that"s even safer than the caves."
He had her there, and Elsie clearly knew it. She put her fingers to her mouth and trilled a quick whistle, sending the scouts hurrying off in a new direction, to the southwest, darting through the upper parts of the trees.
In spite of the broken terrain, Robert made his way mostly along the ground. He couldn"t dash pellmell along narrow branches, not for mile after mile like the chims. Humans just weren"t specialized for that sort of thing.
They climbed another side canyon that was hardly more than a split in the side of a mammoth bulwark of stone. Down the narrow defile floated soft wisps of fog, made opalescent by multiple refractions of daylight. There were rainbows, and once, when the sun came out behind and above him, Robert looked down at a bank of drifting moisture and saw his own shadow surrounded by a triply colored halo, like those given saints in ancient iconography.
It was the glory ... an unusually appropriate technical term for a perfect, one-hundred-and-eighty-degree reverse rainbow-much rarer than its more mundane cousins that would arch over any misty landscape, lifting the hearts of the blameless and the sinful alike.
If only I weren"t so d.a.m.n rational, he thought. If I didn"t know exactly what it was, I might have taken it as a sign.
He sighed. The apparition faded even before he turned to move on.
There were times when Robert actually envied his ancestors, who had lived in dark ignorance before the twenty-first century and seemed to have spent most of their time making up weird, ornate explanations of the world to fill the yawning gap of their ignorance. Back then, one could believe in anything at all.
Simple, deliciously elegant explanations of human behavior-it apparently never mattered whether they were true or not, as long as they were incanted right. "Party lines" and wonderful conspiracy theories abounded. You could even believe in your own sainthood if you wanted. n.o.body was there to show yo.u, with clear experimental proof, that there was no easy answer, no magic bullet, no philosopher"s stone, only simple, boring sanity.
How narrow the Golden Age looked in retrospect. No more than a century had intervened between the end of the Darkness and contact with Galactic society. For not quite a hundred years, war was unknown to Earth.
And now look at us, Robert thought. I wonder, does the Universe conspire against us? We finally grow up, make peace with ourselves . . . and emerge to find the stars already owned by crazies and monsters.
No, he corrected himself. Not all monsters. In fact, the majority of Galactic clans were quite decent folk. But moderate majorities were seldom allowed to live in peace by fanatics, either in Earth"s past or in the Five Galaxies today.
Perhaps golden ages simply aren"t meant to last.
Sound traveled oddly in these closed, rocky confines, amid the crisscross lacing of native vines. One moment it seemed as if he were climbing in a world gone entirely silent, as if the rolling wisps of shining haze were folds of cotton batting that enveloped and smothered all sound. The next instant, he might suddenly pick up a s.n.a.t.c.h of conversation -- just a few words-and know that some strange trick of acoustics had carried back to him a whispered remark between two of his scouts, possibly hundreds of meters away.
He watched them, the chims. They still looked nervous, these irregular soldiers who had until a few months ago been farmers, miners, and backwoods ecological workers. But they were growing more confident day by day. Tougher and more determined.
And more feral, Robert also realized, seeing them flit into and out of view among the untamed trees. There was something fierce and wild in the way they moved, in the way their eyes darted as they leaped from branch to branch. One seldom seemed to need words to know what the other was doing. A grunt, a quick gesture, a grimace, these were often more than enough.
Other than their bows and quivers and handspun weapons pouches, the chims mostly traveled naked. The softening trappings of civilization, the shoes and factory-made fabrics, were all gone. And with them had departed some illusions.
Robert glanced down at himself-bare-shanked, clad in breechcloth, moccasins, and cloth knapsack, bitten, scratched and hardening every day. His nails were dirty. His hair had been getting in the way so he"d cut it off in front and tied it in back. His beard had long ago stopped itching.
Some of the Eatees think that humans need more uplifting-that we are ourselves little more than animals. Robert leaped for a vine and swung over a dark patch of evil-looking thorns, coming to land in an agile crouch upon a fallen log. It"s a fairly common belief among the Galactics. And who am I to say they"re wrong?
There was a scurry of movement up ahead. Rapid hand signals crossed the gaps between the trees. His nearby guards, those directly responsible for his safety, motioned for him to detour along the westward, upwind side of the canyon. After climbing a few score meters higher he learned why. Even in the dampness he caught the musty, oversweet smell of old coercion dust, of corroding metal, and of death.
Soon he reached a point where he could look across the little vale to a narrow scar-already healing under layers of new growth-which ended in a crumpled ma.s.s of once-sleek machinery, now seared and ruined.
There were soft chim whispers and hand signals among the scouts. They nervously approached and began picking through the debris while others fingered their weapons and watched the sky; Robert thought he saw jutting white bones amid the wreckage, already picked clean by the ever-hungry jungle. If he had tried to approach any closer, of course, the chims would have physically restrained him, so he waited until Elsie returned with a report.
"They were overloaded," she said, fingering the small, black flight recorder. Emotion obviously made it hard for her to bring forth words. "They were tryin" to carry too many humans to Port Helenia, the day just after th" hostage gas was first used. Some were already sick, and it was their only transport.
"The flitter didn"t clear th" peak, up there." She gestured at the fog-shrouded heights to the south. "Must"ve hit th" rocks a dozen times, to fall this far.
"Shall . . . shall we leave a couple chims, sir? A ... a burial detail?"
Robert scuffed the ground. "No. Mark it. Map it. I"ll ask Athaclena if we should photograph it later, for evidence.
"Meanwhile, let Garth take what she needs from them. I . . ."
He turned away. The chims weren"t the only ones finding words hard right now. With a nod he set the party going again. As he clambered higher, Robert"s thoughts burned. There had to be a way to hurt the enemy worse than they had so far!
Days ago, on a dark, moonless night, he had watched while twelve selected chims sailed down onto a Gubru encampment, riding the winds on homemade, virtually invisible paper gliders. They had swooped in, dropped their nitro and gas bombs, and slipped away by starlight before the enemy even knew anything was happening.
There had been noise and smoke, uproar and squawking confusion, and no way at all to tell how effective the raid was. Nevertheless, he remembered how he had hated watching from the sidelines. He was a trained pilot, more qualified than any of these mountain chims for a mission like that!
But Athaclena had given firm instructions to which the neo-chimps all adhered. Robert"s a.s.s was sacred.
It"s my own d.a.m.n fault, he thought as he scrambled through a dense thicket. By making Athaclena his formal consort, he had given her that added status she had needed to run this small insurrection . . . and some degree of authority over him, as well. No longer could he do as he d.a.m.n well pleased.
So, she was his wife now, in a fashion. Some marriage, he thought. While Athaclena kept adjusting her appearance to look more human, that only served to remind him of what she couldn"t do, frustrating Robert. No doubt that was one reason why interspecies consortions were rare!
I wonder what Megan thinks of the news ... 7 wonder if our messenger ever got through.
"Hssst!"
He looked quickly to his right. Elsie stood balanced on a tree branch. She pointed upslope, to where an opening in the fog exposed a view of high clouds skimming like gla.s.s-bottomed boats on invisible pressure layers in the deep blue sky. Underneath the clouds could be seen the tree-fringed slope of a mountain. Narrow curls of smoke spiraled upward from shrouded places on its flanks.
"Mount Fossey," Elsie said, concisely. And Robert knew, at once, why the chims felt this might be a safe place . . . safe enough even for their precious gorillas.
Only a few semi-active volcanoes lay along the rim of the Sea of Cilmar. Still, all through the Mulun there were places where the ground occasionally trembled. And at rare intervals lava poured forth. The range was still growing.
Mount Fossey hissed. Vapor condensed in s.h.a.ggy, serpentine shapes above geothermal vents, where pools of hot water steamed and intermittently burst forth in frothing geysers. The ubiquitous transfer vines came together here from all directions, twisting into great cables as they snaked up the flanks of the semi-dormant volcano. Here they held market in shady, smoky pools, where trace elements that had percolated through narrow trails of hot stone finally entered the forest economy.
"I should"ve guessed." Robert laughed. Of course the Gubru would be unlikely to detect anything here. A few unclothed anthropoids on these slopes would be nothing amid all this heat, spume, and chemical potpourris. If the invaders ever did come to check, the gorillas and their guardians could just melt into the surrounding jungle and return after the interlopers left.
"Whose idea was this?" he asked as they approached under the shade of a high forest canopy. The smell of sulfur grew stronger.
"Th" gen"ral thought of it," Elsie answered.
Figures. Robert didn"t feel resentful. Athaclena was bright, even for a Tymbrimi, and he knew he himself wasn"t much above human average, if that. "Why wasn"t I told about it?"
Elsie looked uncomfortable. "Um, you never asked, ser. You were busy with your experiments, findin" out about the optical fibers and the enemy"s detection trick. And ..."
Her voice trailed off.
"And?" he insisted.
She shrugged. "And we weren"t sure you wouldn"t ever get dosed with th" gas, sooner or later. If that happened you"d have to report to town for antidote. You"d be asked questions -- and maybe psi-scanned."
Robert closed his eyes. Opened them. Nodded. "Okay. For a moment there I wondered if you trusted me."
"Ser!"
"Never mind." He waved. Athaclena"s decision had been proper, logical-once again. He wanted to think about it as little as possible.
"Let"s go see the gorillas."
They sat about in small family groups and were easily distinguished at a distance-much larger, darker, and hairier than their neo-chimpanzee cousins. Their big, peaked faces-as black as obsidian-bore expressions of peaceful concentration as they ate their meals, or groomed each other, or worked at the main task that had been a.s.signed them, weaving cloth for the war.
Shuttles flew across broad wooden looms, carrying homespun weft over warped strands, snicking and clicking to a rhythm matched by the great apes" rumbling song. The ratcheting and the low, atonal grunting followed Robert as he and his party moved toward the center of the refuge.
Now and then a weaver would stop work, putting her shuttle aside to wave her hands in a flurry of motion, making conversation with a neighbor. Robert knew sign-talk well enough to follow some of the gossip, but the gorillas seemed to speak with a dialect that was quite different from that used by infant chims. It was simple speech, yes, but also elegant in its own way, with a gentle style that was all their own.
Clearly, these were not just big chims but a completely different race, another path taken. A separate route to sentience.
The gorilla groups each seemed to consist of a number of adult females, their young, a few juveniles, and one hulking silver-backed adult male. The patriarch"s fur was always gray along his spine and ribs. The top of his head was peaked and imposing. Uplift engineering had altered the neo-gorilla"s stance, but the bigger males still had to use at least one knuckle when they walked. Their huge chests and shoulders made them too top-heavy still to move bipedally.
In contrast, the lithe gorilla children moved easily on two legs. Their foreheads were rounded, smooth, without the severe sloping and bony brow ridges that would later give them such deceptively fierce countenances. Robert found it interesting how much alike infants of all three races looked -- gorillas, chims, and humans. Only later in life did the dramatic" differences of inheritance and destiny become fully apparent.
Neoteny, Robert thought. It was a cla.s.sic, pre-Contact theory that had proven more valid than not-one proposing that part of the secret of sapiency was to remain as childlike as possible, for as long as possible. For instance, human beings retained the faces, the adaptability, and (when it was not snuffed out) the insatiable curiosity of young anthropoids, even well into adulthood.
Was this trait an accident? One which enabled pre-sentient h.o.m.o habilis to make the supposedly impossible leap-uplifting himself to starfaring intelligence by his own bootstraps? Or was it a gift from those mysterious beings some thought must have once meddled in human genes, the long-hypothesized missing patrons of humanity?
All that was conjecture, but one thing was clear. Other Earthly mammals largely lost all interest in learning and play after p.u.b.erty. But humans, dolphins-and now, more and more with each generation, neo-chimpanzees-retained that fascination with the world with which they entered it.
Someday grown gorillas might also share this trait. Already these members of an altered tribe were brighter and remained curious longer than their fallow Earthly kin. Someday their descendants, too, might live out their life spans forever young.
If the Galactics ever allow it, that is.
Infant gorillas wandered about freely, poking their noses into everything. They were never slapped or chastised, only pushed gently aside when they got in the way, usually with a pat and a chuffed vocalization of affection. As he pa.s.sed one group, Robert even caught a glimpse of a gray-flanked male mounting one of his females up in the bushes. Three youngsters crawled over the male"s broad back, prying at his ma.s.sive arms. He ignored them, simply closing his eyes and hunkering down-doing his duty by his species.
More infants scurried through breaking foliage to tumble in front of Robert. From their mouths hung strips of some plastic material that they chewed into frayed tatters. Two of the children stared up at him in something like awe. But the last one, less shy than the others, waved its hands in eager, if sloppy signs. Robert smiled and picked the little fellow up.
Higher on the hillside, above the chain of fog-shrouded hot springs, Robert saw other brown shapes moving through the trees. "Younger males," Elsie explained. "And bulls too old to hold a patriarchy. Back before the invasion, the planners at th" Howletts Center were trying to decide whether to intervene in their family system. It"s their way, yes, but it"s so hard on the poor males-a couple years" pleasure and glory, but at the cost of loneliness most of the rest of their lives." She shook her head. "We hadn"t made up our minds before the Gubru came. Now maybe we"ll never get the chance."
Robert refrained from commenting. He hated the restrictive treaties, but he still had trouble with what Elsie"s colleagues had been doing at the Howletts Center. It had been arrogance, to take the decision into their own hands. He could see no happy outcome to it.
As they approached the hot springs, he saw chims moving about seriously on various errands. Here one peered into the mouth of a huge gorilla easily six times her ma.s.s, probing with a dental tool. There another patiently taught sign language to a cla.s.s of ten gorilla children.
"How many chims are here to take care of them?"
"Dr. de Shriver from the Center, about a dozen of the chim techs that used to work with her, plus about twenty guards and volunteers from nearby settlements. It depends on when we sometimes take Villas off to help in the war."
"How do they feed them all?" Robert asked as they descended to the banks of one of the springs. Some of the chims from his party had arrived ahead of them and were already lounging by the humid bank, sipping at soup cups. A small nearby cave held a makeshift storage chamber where resident workers in ap.r.o.ns were ladling out more steaming mugs.
"It"s a problem." Elsie nodded. "The gorillas have finicky digestions, and it"s hard to get them the right balance of foods. Even in th" restored ranges in Africa, a big silver-back needs up to sixty pounds of vegetation, fruit, an" insects a day. Natural gorillas have to move around a lot to get that kind of forage, an" we can"t allow that."
Robert lowered himself to the damp stones and released the gorilla infant, who scampered down to the poolside, still chewing his ragged strip of plastic. "It sounds like quite a quandary," he said to Elsie.
"Yeah. Fortunately, Dr. Schultz solved the problem just last year. I"m glad he had that satisfaction before he died."
Robert removed his moccasins. The water looked hot. He dipped a toe and pulled it back quickly. "Ouch! How did he do it?"
"Um, beg your pardon?"
"What was Schultz"s solution?"
"Microbiology, ser." She looked up suddenly, her eyes bright. "Ah, here they come with soup for us, too!"
, Robert accepted a cup from a chimmie whose ap.r.o.n must have come from cloth woven on the gorillas" looms. She walked with a limp. Robert wondered if she had been wounded in some of the fighting.
"Thank you," he said, appreciating the aroma. He hadn"t realized how hungry he was. "Elsie, what d"you mean, microbiology?"
She sipped delicately. "Intestinal bacteria. Symbionts. We all have "em. Tiny critters that live in our guts, an" in our mouths. They"re harmless partners, mostly. Help us digest our food in exchange for a free ride."
"Ah." Of course Robert knew about bio-symbionts; any school kid did.
"Dr. Schultz managed to come up with a suite of bugs that helps the Villas eat-and enjoy-a whole lot of native Garth vegetation. They-"
She was interrupted by a high-pitched little cry, unlike anything an ape might produce. "Robert!" shrieked a piping voice.
He looked up. Robert grinned. "April. Little April Wu. How are you, Sunshine?"
The little girl was dressed like Sheena, the jungle girl. She rode on the left shoulder of an adolescent male gorilla whose black eyes were patiently gentle. April tipped forward and waved her hands in a quick series of signs. The gorilla let go of her legs and she climbed up to stand on his shoulder, holding his head for balance. Her guardian chuffed uncomplainingly.
"Catch me, Robert!"
Robert hurried to his feet. Before he could say anything to stop her, she sprang off, a sun-browned windmill that streamed blo>d hair. He caught her in a tangle of legs. For a moment, until he had a sure grip, his heart beat faster than it had in battle or in climbing mountains.
He had known the little girl was being kept with the gorillas for safety. To his chagrin he realized how busy he had been since recovering "from his injuries. Too busy to think of this child, the only other human free in the mountains. "Hi, Pumpkin," he said to her. "How"re you doing these days? Are you taking good care of the Villas?"
She nodded seriously. "I"ve gotta take good care of th"Villas, Robert. We gotta be in charge, "cause there"s just us.
Robert gave her a close hug. At that moment he suddenly felt terribly lonely. He had not realized how badly he missed human company. "Yup. It"s just you and me up here," he said softly.
"You an" me an" Tymbimmie Athaclena," she reminded him.