And what about Nikanj? He did not look at it, but he imagined he felt its attention on him.
If you decide to leave, Lilith said, Ill help you.
He could not imagine wanting to leave her.
Something cool and rough and hard attached itself to his upper arm. He froze, not having to look to know it was one of the oolois sensory arms.
It stood close to him, one sensory arm on him and one on Lilith. They were like elephants trunks, those arms. He felt Lilith release him, felt Nikanj drawing him to the floor. He let himself be pulled down only because Lilith lay down with them. He let Nikanj position his body alongside its own. Then he saw Lilith sit up on Nikanjs opposite side and watch the two of them solemnly.
He did not understand why she watched, why she did not take part. Before he could ask, the ooloi slipped its sensory arm around him and pressed the back of his neck in a way that made him shudder, then go limp.
He was not unconscious. He knew when the ooloi drew closer to him, seemed to grasp him in some way he did not understand.
He was not afraid.
The splash of icy-sweet pleasure, when it reached him, won him completely. This was the half-remembered feeling he had come back for. This was the way it began.
Before the long-awaited rush of sensation swallowed him completely, he saw Lilith lie down alongside the ooloi, saw the second sensory arm loop around her neck. He tried to reach out to her across the body of the ooloi, to touch her, touch the warm Human flesh. It seemed to him that he reached and reached, yet she remained too far away to touch.
He thought he shouted as the sensation deepened, as it took him. It seemed that she was with him suddenly, her body against his own. He thought he said her name and repeated it, but he could not hear the sound of his own voice.
7
Akin took his first few steps toward Tinos outstretched hands. He learned to take food from Tinos plate, and he rode on Tinos back whenever the man would carry him. He did not forget Dichaans warning not to be alone with Tino, but he did not take it seriously. He came to trust Tino very quickly. Eventually everyone came to trust Tino.
Thus, as it happened, Akin was alone with Tino when a party of raiders came looking for children to steal.
Tino had gone out to cut wood for the guest house. He was not yet able to perceive the borders of Lo. He had gotten into the habit of taking Akin along to spot for him after breaking an ax he had borrowed from Wray Ordway on a tree that was not a tree. The Lo entity shaped itself according to the desires of its occupants and the patterns of the surrounding vegetation. Yet it was the larval form of a space-going entity. Its hide and its organs were better protected than any living thing native to Earth. No ax or machete could mark it. Until it was older, no native vegetation would grow within its boundaries. That was why Lilith and a few other people had gardens far from the village. Lo would have provided good food from its own substancethe Oankali could stimulate food production and separate the food from Lo. But most Humans in the village did not want to be dependent on the Oankali. Thus, Lo had a broad fringe of Human-planted gardens, some in use and some fallow. Akin had had, at times, to keep Tino from tramping right into them, then realizing too late that he had slashed his way through food plants and destroyed someones work. It was as though he could not see at all.
Akin could not help knowing when he passed the borders of Lo. Even the smell of the air was different. The vegetation that touched him made him cringe at first because it was abruptly not-home. Then, for exactly the same reason, it drew him, called to him with its strangeness. He deliberately let Tino walk farther than was necessary until something he had not tasted before chanced to brush across his face.
Here, he said, tearing leaves from the sapling that had touched him. Dont cut that tree, but you can cut any of the others.
Tino put him down and grinned at him. May I? he said.
I like this one, Akin said. When its older, I think well be able to eat from it.
Eat what?
I dont know. Ive never seen one like this before. But even if it doesnt bear fruit, the leaves are good to eat. My body likes them.
Tino rolled his eyes toward the forest canopy and shook his head. Everything goes into your mouth, he said. Im surprised you havent poisoned yourself ten times.
Akin ignored this and began investigating the bark on the sapling and looking to see what insects or fungi might be eating it and what might be eating them. Tino had been told why Akin put things in his mouth. He did not understand, but he never tried to keep things out of Akins mouth the way other visitors did. He could accept without understanding. Once he had seen that a strange thing did no harm, he no longer feared it. He said Akins tongue looked like a big gray slug, but somehow this did not seem to bother him. He allowed himself to be probed and studied when he carried Akin about. Lilith worried that he was concealing disgust or resentment, but he could not have concealed such strong emotions even from Akin. He certainly could not have concealed them from Nikanj.
Hes more adaptable than most Humans, Nikanj had told Akin. So is Lilith.
He calls me son, Akin said.
Ive heard.
He wont go away, will he?
He wont go. Hes not a wanderer. He was looking for a home where he could have a family, and hes found one.
Now Tino began to chop down a small tree. Akin watched for a moment, wondering why the man enjoyed such activity. He did enjoy it. He had volunteered to do it. He did not like gardening. He did not like adding to Los librarywriting down his prewar memories for later generations. Everyone was asked to do that if they stayed even for a short while in Lo. Constructs wrote about their lives as well, and Oankali, who would not write anything, though they were capable of writing, told their stories to Human writers. Tino showed no interest in any of this. He chopped wood, he worked with Humans who had established a fish farm and with constructs who raised altered bees, wasps, earthworms, beetles, ants, and other small animals that produced new foods. He built canoes and traveled with Ahajas when she visited other villages. She traveled by boat for his sake, though most Oankali swam. She had been surprised to see how easily he accepted her, had recognized his fascination with her pregnancy. Both Ahajas and Akin tried to tell him what it was like to touch the growing child and feel its response, its recognition, its intense curiosity. The two had talked Nikanj into trying to simulate the sensation for him. Nikanj had resisted the idea only because Tino was not one of the childs parents. But when Tino asked, the oolois resistance vanished. It gave Tino the sensationand held him longer than was necessary. That was good, Akin thought. Tino needed to be touched more. It had been painfully hard for him when he discovered that his entry into the family meant he could not touch Lilith. This was something Akin did not understand. Human beings liked to touch one anotherneeded to. But once they mated through an ooloi, they could not mate with each other in the Human waycould not even stroke and handle one another in the Human way. Akin did not understand why they needed this, but he knew they did, knew it frustrated and embittered them that they could not. Tino had spent days screaming at or not speaking at all to Nikanj, screaming at or not speaking to Lilith, sitting alone and staring at nothing. Once he left the village for three days, and Dichaan followed him and led him back when he was ready to return. He could have gone away until the effects of his mating with Nikanj had passed from his body. He could have found another village and a sterile Human-only mating. He had had several of those, though. Akin had heard him speak of them during those first few bad days. They were not what he wanted. But neither was this. Now he was like Lilith. Very much attached to the family and content with it most of the time, yet poisonously resentful and bitter sometimes. But only Akin and the rest of the younger children of the house worried that he might leave permanently. The adults seemed certain he would stay.
Now he cut the tree he had fell
ed into pieces and cut lianas to bundle the wood. Then he came to collect Akin. He stopped abruptly and whispered. My god!
Akin was tasting a large caterpillar. He had allowed it to crawl onto his forearm. It was, in fact, almost as large as his forearm. It was bright red and spotted with what appeared to be tufts of long, stiff black fur. The tufts, Akin knew, were deadly. The animal did not have to sting. It had only to be touched on one of the tufts. The poison was strong enough to kill a large Human. Apparently Tino knew this. His hand moved toward the caterpillar, then stopped.
Akin split his attention, watching Tino to see that he made no further moves and tasting the caterpillar gently, delicately, with his skin and with a flick of his tongue to its pale, slightly exposed underside. Its underside was safe. It did not poison what it crawled on.
It ate other insects. It even ate small frogs and toads. Some ooloi had given it the characteristics of another crawling creaturea small, multilegged, wormlike peripatus. Now both caterpillar and peripatus could project a kind of glue to snare prey and hold it until it could be consumed.
The caterpillar itself was not good to eat. It was too poisonous. The ooloi who had assembled it had not intended that it be food for anything while it was alive, though it might be killed by ants or wasps if it chose to hunt in one of the trees protected by these. It was safe, though, in the tree it had chosen. Its kind would give the tree a better chance to mature and produce food.
Akin held his arm against the trunk of the sapling and carefully maneuvered the caterpillar into crawling back to it. The moment it had left his arm, Tino snatched him up, shouting at him.
Never do anything so crazy again! Never! That thing could kill you! It could kill me!
Someone grabbed him from behind.
Someone else grabbed Akin from his arms.
Now, far too late, Akin saw, heard, and smelled the intruders. Strangers. Human males with no scent of the Oankali about them. Resisters. Raiders. Child thieves!
Akin screamed and twisted in the arms of his captor. But physically, he was still little more than a baby. He had let his attention be absorbed by Tino and the caterpillar, and now he was caught. The man who held him was large and strong. He held Akin without seeming to notice Akins struggles.
Meanwhile, four men had surrounded Tino. There was blood on Tinos face where someone had hit him, cut him. One of the four had a piece of gleaming silver metal around one of his fingers. That must have been what had cut Tino.
Hold it! one of Tinos captors said. This guy used to be Phoenix. He frowned at Tino. Arent you the Leal kid?
Im Augustino Leal, Tino said, holding his body very straight. I was Phoenix. I was Phoenix before you ever heard of it! His voice did not tremble, but Akin could see that his body was trembling slightly. He looked toward his ax, which now lay on the ground several feet from him. He had leaned it against a tree when he came to get Akin. His machete, though, had still been at his belt. Now it was gone. Akin could not see where it had gone.
The raiders all had long wood-and-metal sticks, which they now pointed at Tino. The man holding Tino also had such a stick, strapped across his back. These were weapons, Akin realized. Clubsor perhaps guns? And these men knew Tino. One of them knew Tino. And Tino did not like that one. Tino was afraid. Akin had never seen him more afraid.
The man who held Akin had put his neck within easy reach of Akins tongue. Akin could sting him, kill him. But then what would happen? There were four other men.
Akin did nothing. He watched Tino, hoping the man would know what was best.
There were no guns in Phoenix when I left, Tino was saying. So the sticks were guns.
No, and you didnt want there to be any, did you? the same man asked. He made a point of jabbing Tino with his gun.
Tino began to be a little less afraid and more angry. If you think you can use those to kill the Oankali, youre as stupid as I thought you were.
The man swung his gun up so that its end almost touched Tinos nose.
Is it Humans you mean to kill? Tino asked very softly. Are there so many Humans left? Are our numbers increasing so fast?
Youve joined the traitors! the man said.
To have a family, Tino said softly. To have children. He looked at Akin. To have at least part of myself continue.
The man holding Akin spoke up. This kid is as human as any Ive seen since the war. I cant find anything wrong with him.
No tentacles? one of the four asked.
Not a one.
Whats he got between his legs?
Same thing youve got. Little smaller, maybe.
There was a moment of silence, and Akin saw that three of the men were amused and one was not.
Akin was afraid to speak, afraid to show the raiders his un-Human characteristics: his tongue, his ability to speak, his intelligence. Would these things make them let him alone or make them kill him? In spite of his months with Tino, he did not know. He kept quiet and began trying to hear or smell any Lo villager who might be passing nearby.
So we take the kid, one of the men said. What do we do with him? He gestured sharply toward Tino.
Before anyone could answer, Tino said, No! You cant take him. He still nurses. If you take him, hell starve!
The men looked at one another uncertainly. The man holding Akin suddenly turned Akin toward him and squeezed the sides of Akins face with his fingers. He was trying to get Akins mouth open. Why?
It did not matter why. He would get Akins mouth open, then be startled. He was Human and a stranger and dangerous. Who knew what irrational reaction he might have. He must be given something familiar to go with the unfamiliar. Akin began to twist in the mans arm and to whimper. He had not cried so far. That had been a mistake. Humans always marveled at how little construct babies cried. Clearly a Human baby would have cried more.
Akin opened his mouth and wailed.
Shit! muttered the man holding him. He looked around quickly as though fearing someone might be attracted by the noise. Akin, who had not thought of this, cried louder. Oankali had hearing more sensitive than most Humans realized.
Shut up! the man shouted, shaking him. Good god, its got the ugliest goddamn gray tongue you ever saw! Shut up, you!
Hes just a baby, Tino said. You cant get a baby to shut up by scaring him. Give him to me. He had begun to step toward Akin, holding his arms out to take him.
Akin reached toward him, thinking that the resisters would be less likely to hurt the two of them together. Perhaps he could shield Tino to some degree. In Tinos arms he would be quiet and cooperative. They would see that Tino was useful.
The man who had first recognized Tino now stepped behind him and smashed the wooden end of his gun into the back of Tinos head.
Tino dropped to the ground without a cry, and his attacker hit him again, driving the wood of the gun down into Tinos head like a man killing a poisonous snake.
Akin screamed in terror and anguish. He knew Human anatomy well enough to know that if Tino were not dead, he would die soon unless an Oankali helped him.
And there was no Oankali nearby.
The resisters left Tino where he lay and strode away into the forest, carrying Akin who still screamed and struggled.
1
Dichaan slipped from the deepest part of the broad lake, shifted from breathing in water to breathing in air, and began to wade to shore.
Humans called this an oxbow lakeone that had originally been part of the river. Dichaan had kept the Lo entity from engulfing it so far because the entity would have killed the plant life in it and that would have eventually killed the animal life. Even with help, Lo could not have been taught to provide what the animals needed in a form they would accept before they died of hunger. The only useful thing the entity could have provided at once was oxygen.
But now the entity was changi
ng, moving into its next growth stage. Now it could learn to incorporate Earth vegetation, sustain it, and benefit from it. On its own, it would learn slowly, killing a great deal, culling native vegetation for that vegetations ability to adapt to the changes it made.
But the entity in symbiotic relationship with its Oankali inhabitants could change faster, adapting itself and accepting adapted plant life that Dichaan and others had prepared.
Dichaan stepped on shore through a natural corridor between great profusions of long, thick, upright prop roots that would slowly be submerged when the rainy season began and the water rose.
Dichaan had made his way out of the mud, his body still savoring the taste of the lakerich in plant and animal lifewhen he heard a cry.
He stood utterly still, listening, his head and body tentacles slowly swinging around to focus on the direction of the sound. Then he knew where it was and who it was, and he began to run. He had been underwater all morning. What had been happening in the air?
Leaping over fallen trees, dodging around dangling lianas, undergrowth, and living trees, he ran. He spread his body tentacles against his skin. This way the sensitive parts of the tentacles could be protected from the thin underbrush that lashed him as he ran through it. He could not avoid it all and still move quickly.
He splashed through a small stream, then scrambled up a steep bank.
He came to a bundle of small logs and saw where a tree had been cut. The scent of Akin and of strange Human males was there. Tinos scent was therevery strong.
And now Tino cried out weakly, making only a shadow of the sound Dichaan had heard at the lake. It hardly seemed a Human sound at all, yet to Dichaan, it was unmistakably Tino. His head tentacles swept around, seeking the man, finding him. He ran to him where he lay, concealed by the broad, wedge-shaped buttresses of a tree.
His hair was stuck together in solid masses of blood, dirt, and dead leaves. His body twitched, and he made small sounds.
Dichaan folded to the ground, first probed Tinos wounds with several head tentacles, then lay down beside him and penetrated his body wherever possible with filaments from head and body tentacles.
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