"Come away, my dear," the man said. He put an arm around her. "Come along, now."
Desperately, McKie said, "Abnethe! He"s going to cause me intense pain. You know that."
She began sobbing as the man led her away. "Please . . . please . . ." she begged. The sound of her crying faded into the night.
Furuneo, McKie thought, don"t dally. Get that Caleban moving. I want out of here. Now!
He strained against his bindings. They stretched just enough to tell him he"d reached their limits. He couldn"t feel the stakes move at all.
Come on, Caleban! McKie thought. You didn"t send me here to die. You said you loved me.
It is because you speak to me that I do not believe in you.
-Quoted from a Caleban
After several hours of questioning, counter-questioning, probe, counter-probe, and bootless answers, Furuneo brought in an enforcer a.s.sistant to take over the watch on the Caleban. At Furuneo"s request f.a.n.n.y Mae opened a portal and let him out onto the lava ledge for a spell of fresh air. It was cold out on the shelf, especially after the heat in the Beachball. The wind had died down, as it did most days here just before night. Surf still pounded the outer rocks and surged against the lava wall beyond the Beachball. But the tide was going out, and only a few dollops of spray wet the ledge.
Connectives, Furuneo thought bitterly. She says it"s not a linkage, so what is it? He couldn"t recall ever having felt this frustrated.
"That which extends from one to eight," the Caleban had said, "that is a connective. Correct use of verb to be?"
"Huh?"
"Ident.i.ty verb," the Caleban said. "Strange concept."
"No, no! What did you mean there, one to eight?"
"Unbinding stuff," the Caleban said.
"You mean like a solvent?"
"Before solvent."
"What the devil could before have to do with solvents?"
"Perhaps more internal than solvents," the Caleban said.
"Madness," Furuneo said, shaking his head. Then, "Internal?"
"Unbounded place of connectives," the Caleban said.
"We"re right back where we started," Furuneo groaned. "What"s a connective?"
"Uncontained opening between," the Caleban said.
"Between what?" Furuneo roared.
"Between one and eight."
"Ohhh, no!"
"Also between one and x," the Caleban said.
As McKie had done earlier, Furuneo buried his face in his hands. Presently he said, "What"s between one and eight except two, three, four, five, six, and seven?"
"Infinity," the Caleban said. "Open-ended concept. Nothing contains everything. Everything contains nothing."
"You know what I think?" Furuneo asked.
"I read no thoughts," the Caleban said.
"I think you"re having your little game with us," Furuneo said. "That"s what I think."
"Connectives compel," the Caleban said. "Does this expand understanding?"
"Compels . . . a compulsion?"
"Venture movement," the Caleban said.
"Venture what?"
"That which remains stationary when all else moves," the Caleban said. "Thus, connective. Infinity concept empties itself without connective."
"Whoooooheee!" Furuneo said.
At this point he asked to be let outside for a rest.
Furuneo was no closer to understanding why the Caleban maintained such a high temperature in the Beachball.
"Consequences of swiftness," the Caleban said, varying this under questioning with "Rapidity convergence." Or "Perhaps concept of generated movement arrives closer."
"Some kind of friction?" Furuneo probed.
"Uncompensated relationship of dimensions possibly arrives at closest approximation," the Caleban answered.
Now, reviewing these frustrating exchanges, Furuneo blew on his hands to warm them. The sun had set, and a chill wind was beginning to move off the bluff toward the water.
Either I freeze to death or bake, he thought. Where in the universe is McKie?
At this point Tuluk made long distance contact through one of the Bureau Taprisiots. Furuneo, who had been seeking a more sheltered position in the lee of the Beachball, felt the pineal ignition. He brought down the foot he had been lifting in a step, planted the foot firmly in a shallow pool of water, and lost all bodily sensation. Mind and call were one.
"This is Tuluk at the lab," the caller said. "Apologies for intrusion and all that."
"I think you just made me put a foot in cold water," Furuneo said.
"Well, here"s some more cold water for you. You"re to have that friendly Caleban pick up McKie in six hours, time elapse measured from four hours and fifty-one minutes ago. Synchronize."