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The four of them made a strange-looking group, hurrying northward under overcast skies. Perhaps some little native animals looked up and stared at them, blinking in momentary astonishment before they ducked back into their burrows and swore off the eating of overripe seeds ever again.small flags of the world
To Uthacalthing, though, the forced inarch was something of a humiliation. Each of the others, it seemed, had advantages over him.
Kault puffed and huffed and obviously did not like the rugged ground. But once the hulking Thennanin got moving he kept up a momentum that seemed unstoppable.
As for Jo-Jo, well, the little chim seemed by now to be a creatusmall flags of the worldre of this environment. He was under strict orders from Uthacalthing never to knuckle-walk within sight of Kault-no sense in taking a chance with arousing the Thennanin's suspicions-but when the terrain got too rugged he sometimes just scrambled over an obstacle rather than going around it. And over the long flat stretches, Jo-Jo simply rode Robert's back.
Robert had insisted on carrying the chim, whatever the official gulf in status between them. The human lad was impatient enough as it was. Clearly, he would rather have run all' the way.
The change in Robert Oneagle was astonishing, and far more than physical. Last night, when Kault asked him to explain part of his story for the third time, Robert clearly and unself-consciously manifested a simple version of teev'nus over his head. Uthacalthing could kenn how the human deftly used the glyph to contain his frustration, so that none of it would spill over into outward discourtesy to the Thennanin.
Uthacalthing could see that there was much Robert was not telling. But what he said was enough.
I knew that Megan underestimated her son. But of this I had no esmall flags of the worldxpectation.
Clearly, he had underrated his own daughter as well.
Clearly. Uthacalthing tried not to resent his flesh and blood for her power, the power to rob him of more than he had thought he could ever lose.
He struggled to keep up with the others, but Uthacalthing's change nodes already throbbed tiredly. It wasn't just that Tymbrimi were more talented at adaptability than endurance. It was also a fault in his will. The others had purpose, even enthusiasm.
He had only duty to keep him going.
Kault stopped at the top of a rise, where the- looming mountains towered near and imposing. Already they were entering a forest of scrub trees that gained stature as they ascended. Uthacalthing looked up at the steep slopes ahead, already misted in what might be snow clouds, and hoped they would not have to climb much farther.
Kault's massive hand closed around his as the Thennanin helped him up the final few meters. He waited patiently as Uthacalthing rested, breathing heavily through wide-open nostrils.
"I still can scarcely believe what I have been told," Kault said. "Something about the Earthling's story does not ring true, my colleague."
"Tfunatu . . ." Uthacalthing switched to Anglic, which seemed to take less air. "What-what do you find hard to believe, Kault? Do you think Robert is lying?"
Kault waved his hands in front of himself. His ridgecrest inflated indignantly. "Certainly not! I only believe that the young fellow is naive."small flags of the world
"Naive? In what way?" Uthacalthing could look up now without his vision splitting into two separate images in his cortex. Robert and Jo-Jo weren't in sight. They must have gone on ahead.
"I mean that the Gubru are obviously up to much more than they claim. The deal they are offering-peace with Earth in exchange for tenancy on some Garthian islands and minor genetic purchase rights from neo-chimpanzee stock-such a deal seems barely worth the cost of an interstellar ceremony. It is my suspicion that they are after something else on the sly, my friend."
"What do you think thsy want?"
Kault swung his almost neckless head left and right, as if looking to make sure no one else was within listening range. His voice dropped in both volume and timbre.
"I suspect that they intend to perform a snap-adoption."
"Adoption? Oh . . . you mean-"
"Garthlings," Kault finished for him. "This is why it is so fortunate your Earthling allies brought us this news. We can only hope that they will be able to provide transport, as they promised, or we will never be in time to prevent a terrible tragedy!"
Uthacalthing mourned all that he had lost. For Kault had raised a perplexing question, one well worth a well-crafted glyph of delicate wryness.small flags of the world
He had been successful, of course, beyond his wildest expectations. According to Robert, the Gubru had swallowed the "Garthling" myth "hook, line, and sinker." At least for long enough to cause them harm and embarrassment.
Kault, too, had come to believe in the ghostly fable. But what was one to make of Kault's claim that his own instruments verified the story?
Incredible.
And now, the Gubru seemed to be behaving as if they, too, had more to go on than the fabricated clues he had left. They, too, acted as if there were confirmation!
The old Uthacalthing would have crafted syulff-kuonn to commemorate such amazing turns. At this moment, though, all he felt was confused, and very tired.
A shout caused them both to turn. Uthacalthing squinted, wishing right then that he could trade some of his unwanted empathy sense for better eyesight.
Atop the next ridge he made out the form of Robert Oneagle. Seated atop the young human's shoulders, Jo-Jo waved at them. And something else was there, too. A blue glimmering that seemed to spin next to the two Earth creatures and radiate all small flags of the worldof the good will of a perfect prankster.
It was the beacon, the light that had led Uthacalthing ever onward, since the crash months before.
"What are they saying?" Kault asked. "I cannot quite make out the words."
Neither could Uthacalthing. But he knew what the Ter-rans were saying. "I believe they are telling us that we don't have very much farther to go," he said with some relief. "They are saying that they have found our transport."
The Thennanin's breathing slits puffed in satisfaction. "Good. Now if only we can trust the Gubru to follow custom and proper truce behavior when we appear and offer correct diplomatic treatment to accredited envoys."
Uthacalthing nodded. But as they began marching uphill together again, he knew that that was only one of their worries.
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Athaclenasmall flags of the world
She tried to suppress her feelings. To the others, this was serious, even tragic.
But there was just no way to keep it in; her delight would not be contained. Subtle, ornate glyphs spun off from her waving tendrils and diffracted away through the trees, filling the glades with her hilarity. Athaclena's eyes were at their widest divergence, and she covered her mouth with her hand so the dour chims would not see her human-style smile as well.
The portable holo unit had been set up on a ridgetop overlooking the Sind to the northwest in order to improve reception. It showed the scene being broadcast just then from Port Helenia. Under the truce, censorship had been lifted. And even without humans the capital had plenty of chim "newshounds" on the spot with mobile cameras to show all the debris in stunning detail.
"I can't stand it," Benjamin moaned. Elayne Soo muttered helplessly as she watched. "That tears it."small flags of the world
The chimmie spoke volumes, indeed. For the holo-tank displayed what was left of the fancy wall the invaders had thrown around Port Helenia . . . now literally ripped down and torn to shreds. Stunned chim citizens milled about a scene that looked as if a cyclone had hit it. They stared around in amazement, picking through the shattered remnants. A few of those who were more exuberant than thoughtful threw pieces of fence material into the air jubilantly. Some even made chest-thumping motions in honor of the unstoppable wave that had crested there only minutes before, then surged onward into the town itself.
On most of the stations the voice-over was computer generated, but on Channel Two a chim announcer was able to speak over his excitement.
"At-at first we all thought it was a nightmare come true. You know . . . like an archetype out of an old TwenCen flatmovie. Nothing would stop them! They crashed through the Gubru barrier as if it was made of tish-tissue paper. I don't know about anybody else, but at any moment I expected the biggest of them to go around grabbing our prettiest chimmies and drag them screaming all the way to the top of the Terragens Tower. ..."
Athaclena clapped her hand tigher over her mouth in order to keep from laughing out loud. She fought for self-control, and she was not alone, for one of the chims-Fiben's friend, Sylvie-let out a high chirp of laughter. Most of the others frowned at her in disapproval. After all, this was serious! But Athaclena met the chimmie's esmall flags of the worldyes and recognized the light in them.
"But it-it appears that these creatures aren't complete kongs, after all. They-after their demolishment of the fence, they don't seem to have done much more damage in their s-sudden invasion of Port Helenia. Mostly, right now, they're just milling around, opening doors, eating fruit, going wherever 'they want to. After all, where does a four-hundred-pound gar ... oh, never mind."
This time, another chim joined Sylvie. Athaclena's vision blurred and she shook her head. The announcer went on.
"They seem completely unaffected by the Gubru's psi-drones, which apparently aren't tuned to their brain patterns. . . ."
Actually, Athaclena and the mountain fighters had known for more than two days where the gorillas were headed. After their first frantic attempts to divert the powerful pre-sentients, they gave up the effort as useless. The gorillas politely pushed aside or stepped over anybody who got in their way. There had simply been no stopping them.
Not even April Wu. The little blond girl had apparently made small flags of the worldup her mind to go and find her parents, and short of risking injury to her, there was no way anybody would be able to pry her off the shoulders of one of the giant, silver-backed males.
Anyway, April had told the chims quite matter-of-factly, somebody had to go along and supervise the Villas, or they might get into trouble!
Athaclena remembered little April's words as she looked at the mess the pre-sentients had made of the Gubru wall. I'd hate to see the trouble they could cause if they weren't supervised!
Anyway, with the secret out, there was no reason the human child should not be reunited with her family. Nothing she said could hurt anybody now.
So much for the last secrecy of the Howletts Center Project. Now Athaclena might as well just toss away all the evidence she had so dutifully gathered, that first, fateful evening so many months ago. Soon the entire Five Galaxies would know about these creatures. And by some measures that was, indeed, a tragedy. And yet . . .
Athaclena remembered that day in early spring, when she had been so shocked and indignant to come upon the illegal Uplift experiment hidden in the forest. Now she could scarcely believe she had actually been like that. Was I really such small flags of the worlda serious, officious little prig?
Now, syulff-kuonn was only the simplest, most serious of the glyphs she sparked off, casually, tirelessly, in joy over a simply marvelous joke. Even the chims could not help being affected by her profligate aura. Two more laughed when one of the channels showed an alien staff car, manned by squawking irate Kwackoo, in the process of being peeled back by gorillas who seemed passionately interested in how it would taste. Then another chim chuckled. The laughter spread.
Yes, she thought. It is a wonderful jest. To a Tymbrimi, the best jokes were those that caught the joker, as well as everybody else. And ihis fit the bill beautifully. It was, in truth, a religious experience. For her people believed in a Universe that was more than mere clockwork physics, more than even Ifni's capricious flux of chance and luck.
It was when something like this happened-the Tymbrimi sages said-that one really knew that God, Himself, was still in charge.
Was I, then, also an agnostic before? How silly of me. Thank you then, Lord, and thank you too, father, for this miracle.
The scene shifted to the dock area, where milling chims danced in the streets and stroked the fur of their giant, patient cousins. In spite of small flags of the worldthe likely tragic consequences of all this, Athaclena and her warriors could not help but smile at the delight the brown-furred relations obviously took in each other. For now, at least, their pride was shared by all the chims of Port Helenia.