Akin rested against the man wearily. There was no escape. Not even at night when his ability to see gave him an advantage. He could not run away from grown men who were determined to keep him.
What could he do then? How could he save himself from their unpredictable violence? How could he live at least until they sold him?
He put his head against the mans shoulder and closed his eyes. Perhaps he could not save himself. Perhaps there was nothing for him to do but wait until they killed him.
The man who was carrying him rubbed his back with a free hand. Poor kid. Shaking like hell. I hope those fools havent made you sick. What do we know about taking care of a sick kidor for that matter, a well one.
He was only muttering to himself, but he was at least not blaming Akin for what had happened. And he had not picked Akin up by an arm or a leg. That was a pleasant change. Akin wished he dared ask the man not to stroke him. Being stroked across the back was very much like being rubbed across eyes that could not protect themselves by closing.
Yet the man meant to be kind.
Akin looked at the man curiously. He had the shortest, brightest hair and beard of the group. Both were copper-colored and striking. He had not been the one to hit Tino. He had been asleep when his friends had tried to poison Akin. In the boat, he had been behind Akin, rowing, resting, or bailing. He had paid little attention to Akin beyond momentary curiosity. Now, though, he held Akin comfortably, supporting his body, and letting him hold on instead of clutching him and squeezing out his breath. He had stopped the rubbing now, and Akin was comfortable. He would stay close to this man if the man would let him. Perhaps with this mans help, he would survive to be sold.
4
Akin slept the rest of the night with the red-haired man. He simply waited until the man adjusted his sleeping mat under the newly built shelter and lay down. Then Akin crawled onto the mat and lay beside him. The man raised his head, frowned at Akin, then said, Okay, kid, as long as youre housebroken.
The next morning while the red-haired man shared his sparse breakfast with Akin, his original captor vomited blood and collapsed.
Frightened, Akin watched him from behind the red-haired man. This should not be happening. It should not be happening! Akin hugged himself, trembling, panting. The man was in pain, bleeding, sick, and all his friends could do was help him lie flat and turn his head to one side so that he did not reswallow the blood.
Why didnt they find an ooloi? How could they just let their friend bleed? He might bleed too much and die. Akin had heard of Humans doing that. They could not stop themselves from hemorrhaging without help. Akin could do this within his own body, but he did not know how to teach the skill to a Human. Perhaps it could not be taught. And he could not do it for anyone else the way the ooloi could.
One of the men went down to the river and got water. Another sat with the sick man and wiped away the bloodthough the man continued to bleed.
Jesus, the red-haired man said, hes never been that bad before. He looked down at Akin, frowned, then picked Akin up and walked away toward the river. They met the man who had gone for water coming back with a gourdful.
Is he all right? the man asked, stopping so quickly he spilled some of his water.
Hes still throwing up blood. I thought Id get the kid away.
The other man hurried on, spilling more of his water.
The red-haired man sat on a fallen tree and put Akin down beside him.
Shit! he muttered to himself. He put one foot on the tree trunk, turning away from Akin.
Akin sat, torn, wanting to speak, yet not daring to, almost sick himself about the bleeding man. It was wrong to allow such suffering, utterly wrong to throw away a life so unfinished, unbalanced, unshared.
The red-haired man picked him up and held him, peering into his face worriedly. Youre not getting sick, too, are you? he asked. Please, God, no.
No, Akin whispered.
The man looked at him sharply. So you can talk. Tilden said you ought to know a few words. Being what you are, you probably know more than a few, dont you?
Yes.
Akin did not realize until later that the man had not expected an answer. Human beings talked to trees and rivers and boats and insects the way they talked to babies. They talked to be talking, but they believed they were talking to uncomprehending things. It upset and frightened them when something that should have been mute answered
intelligently. All this, Akin realized later. Now he could only think of the man vomiting blood and perhaps dying so incomplete. And the red-haired man had been kind. Perhaps he would listen.
Hell die, Akin whispered, feeling as though he were using shameful profanity.
The red-haired man put him down, stared at him with disbelief.
An ooloi would stop the bleeding and the pain, Akin said. It wouldnt keep him or make him do anything. It would just heal him.
The man shook his head, let his mouth sag open. What the hell are you? There was no longer kindness or friendliness in his voice. Akin realized he had made a mistake. How to recoup? Silence? No, silence would be seen as stubbornness now, perhaps punished as stubbornness.
Why should your friend die? he asked with all the passionate conviction he felt.
Hes sixty-five, the man said, drawing away from Akin. At least hes been awake for sixty-five years in all. Thats a decent length of time for a Human being.
But hes sick, in pain.
Its just an ulcer. He had one before the war. The worms fixed it, but after a few years it came back.
It could be fixed again.
I think hed cut his own throat before hed let one of those things touch him again. I know I would.
Akin looked at the man, tried to understand his new expression of revulsion and hatred. Did he feel these things toward Akin as well as toward the Oankali? He was looking at Akin.
What the hell are you? he said.
Akin did not know what to say. The man knew what he was.
How old are you really?
Seventeen months.
Crap! Jesus, what are the worms doing to us? What kind of mother did you have?
I was born to a Human woman. That was what he really wanted to know. He did not want to hear that Akin had two female parents just as he had two male parents. He knew this, though he probably did not understand it. Tino had been intensely curious about it, had asked Akin questions he was too embarrassed to ask his new mates. This man was curious, too, but it was like the kind of curiosity that made some Humans turn over rotting logsso they could enjoy being disgusted by what lived there.
Was that Phoenix your father?
Akin began to cry in spite of himself. He had thought of Tino many times, but he had not had to speak of him. It hurt to speak of him. How could you hate him so much and still want me? He was Human like you, and Im not, but one of you killed him.
He was a traitor to his own kind. He chose to be a traitor.
He never hurt other Humans. He wasnt even trying to hurt anyone when you killed him. He was just afraid for me.
Silence.
How can what he did be wrong if Im valuable?
The man looked at him with deep disgust. You may not be valuable.
Akin wiped his face and stared his own dislike back at this man who defended the killing of Tino, who had never harmed him. I will be valuable to you, he said. All I have to do is be quiet. Then you can be rid of me. And I can be rid of you.
The man got up and walked away.
Akin stayed where he was. The men would not leave him. They would come this way when they went down to the river. He was frightened and miserable and shaking with anger. He had never felt such a mix of intense emotions. And where had his last words come from? They made him think of Lilith when she was angry. Her anger had always frightened him, yet here i
t was inside him. What he had said was true enough, but he was not Lilith, tall and strong. It might have been better for him not to speak his feelings.
Yet there had been some fear in the red-haired mans expression before he went away.
Human beings fear difference, Lilith had told him once. Oankali crave difference. Humans persecute their different ones, yet they need them to give themselves definition and status. Oankali seek difference and collect it. They need it to keep themselves from stagnation and overspecialization. If you dont understand this, you will. Youll probably find both tendencies surfacing in your own behavior. And she had put her hand on his hair. When you feel a conflict, try to go the Oankali way. Embrace difference.
Akin had not understood, but she had said, Its all right. Just remember. And of course, he had remembered every word. It was one of the few times she had encouraged him to express Oankali characteristics. But now
How could he embrace Humans who, in their difference, not only rejected him but made him wish he were strong enough to hurt them?
He climbed down from his log and found fungi and fallen fruit to eat. There were also fallen nuts, but he ignored them because he could not crack them. He could hear the men talking occasionally, though he could not hear what they said. He was afraid to try to run away again. When they caught him this time, they might beat him. If Red-Hair told them how well he could talk and understand, they might want to hurt him.
When he had eaten his fill he watched several ants, each the size of a mans forefinger. These were not deadly, but adult Humans found their sting agonizing and debilitating. Akin was gathering his courage to taste one, to explore the basic structure of it, when the men arrived, snatched him up, and stumbled and slipped down the path to the river. Three men carried the boat. One man carried Akin. There was no sign of the fifth man.
Akin was placed alone on the fifth seat in the center of the boat. No one spoke to him or paid any particular attention to him as they threw their gear into the boat, pushed the boat into deeper water, and jumped in.
The men rowed without speaking. Tears streamed down the face of one. Tears for a man who seemed to hate everyone, and who had apparently died because he would not ask an ooloi for help.
What had they done with his body? Had they buried it? They had left Akin alone for a long timelong enough, perhaps, even to escape if he had dared. They were getting a very late start in spite of their knowledge that they were being pursued. They had had time to bury a body.
Now they were dangerous. They were like smoldering wood that might either flare into flames or gradually cool and become less deadly. Akin made no sound, hardly moved. He must not trigger a flaring.
5
Dichaan helped Ahajas to a sitting position, then placed himself behind her so that she could rest against him if she wished. She never had before. But she needed him near her, needed contact with him during this one actthe birth of her child. She needed all her mates near her, touching her, needed to be able to link into them and feel the parts of her child that had come from them. She could survive without this contact, but that would not be good for her or for the child. Solitary births produced children with tendencies to become ooloi. It was too soon for construct ooloi. Such a child would have been sent to the ship to grow up among Lo relatives there.
Lilith had accepted this. She had shared all Ahajass births as Ahajas had shared all of hers. She knelt now beside Dichaan, slightly behind Ahajas. She waited with false patience for the child to find its way out of Ahajass body. First Tino had had to be transported to the ship for healing. He would probably not die. He would heal physically and emotionally during a short period in suspended animation. He might, however, lose some of his memory.
Then, when he was gone and Lilith was ready to join those already looking for Akin, Ahajass child decided to be born. That was the way with children, Human or Oankali. When their bodies were ready, they insisted on being born. Eleven months for the Human-born instead of their original nine. Fifteen months for the Oankali-born instead of the original eighteen. Humans were so quick about everything. Quick and potentially deadly. Construct births on both sides had to be more carefully conventional than Human or Oankali births. Missing parents had to be simulated by the ooloi. The world had to be introduced very slowly after the child had gotten to know its parents. Lilith could not simply assist at the birth, then leave. Nikanj had all it could do simulating Joseph and being itself for the child. More would be uncertainunsafe for the construct child.
Nikanj sat searching with its sensory arms for the place from which the child would eventually emerge. Liliths Human way of giving birth was simpler. He child emerged from an existing orificethe same one each time. Its birth hurt Lilith, but Nikanj always took away her pain. Ahajas had no birth orifice. Her child had to make its own way out of her body.
This did not hurt Ahajas, but it weakened her momentarily, made her want to sit down, made her focus her whole attention on following the childs progress, helping it if it seemed in distress. It was the duty of her mates to protect her from interference and reassure her that they were with herall part of her child that was part of her. All interconnected, all uniteda network of family into which each child should fall. This should be the best possible time for a family. But with Tino badly injured and Akin abducted, it was a time of confused feelings. The moments of union and anticipation were squeezed between moments of fear for Akin and worry that the Tino they got back might not know them or want them.
Surely the raiders would not hurt Akin. Surely
But they did not belong to any resister village. That much had already been learned. They were nomadstraveling traders when they had trade goods, raiders when they had nothing. Would they try to keep Akin and raise him to be one of them, use his Oankali senses against the Oankali? Others had tried that before them, but they had never tried it with a child so young. They had never tried it with a Human-born male child, since there had been none before Akin. That worried Dichaan most. He was Akins only living same-sex parent, and he felt uncertain, apprehensive, and painfully responsible. Where in the vast rain forest was the child? He probably could not escape and return home as so many others had before him. He simply did not have the speed or the strength. He must know that by now, and he must know he had to cooperate with the men, make them value him. If he were still alive, he must know.
The child would emerge from Ahajass left side. She lay down on her right side. Dichaan and Lilith moved to maintain contact while Nikanj stroked the area of slowly rippling flesh. In tiny circular waves, the flesh withdrew itself from a central point, which grew slowly to show a darker graya temporary orifice within which the childs head tentacles could be seen moving slowly. These tentacles had released the substance that began the birth process. They were responsible now for the way Ahajass flesh rippled aside.
Nikanj exposed one of its sensory hands, reached into the orifice, and lightly touched the childs head tentacles.
Instantly, the head tentacles grasped the sensory armthe familiar thing amid so much strangeness. Ahajas, feeling the sudden movement and understanding it, rolled carefully onto her back. The child knew now that it was coming into an accepting, welcoming place. Without that small contact, its body would have prepared it to live in a harsher placean environment less safe because it contained no ooloi parent. In truly dangerous environments, ooloi were likely to be killed trying to handle hostile new forms of life. That was why children who had no ooloi parents to welcome them at birth tended to become ooloi themselves when they matured. Their bodies assumed the worst. But in order for them to mature in the assumed hostile environment, they had to become unusually hardy and resilient early. This child, though, would not have to undergo such changes. Nikanj was with it. And someday it would probably be female to balance Akinif Akin returned in time to influence it.
Nikanj caught the child as it slipped easily through its birth orifice. It was
gray with a full complement of head tentacles, but only a few small body tentacles. It had a startlingly Human faceeyes, ears, nose, mouthand it had a functioning sair orifice at its throat surrounded by pale, well-developed tentacles. The tentacles quivered slightly as the child breathed. That meant the small Human nose was probably only cosmetic.
It had a full set of teeth, as many construct newborns did, and unlike Human-born constructs, it would be using them at once. It would be given small portions of what everyone else ate. And once it had shown to Nikanjs satisfaction that it was not likely to poison itself, it would have the freedom to eat whatever it found edibleto graze, as the Humans said.
Akin might be doing that now to keep himself alivegrazing or browsing on whatever he could find. The resisters might or might not feed him. If they simply let him feed himself in the forest, it would be enough. Humans, though, were always frightened when they saw a young child putting something strange in its mouth. If the raiders were conscientious, normal Humans, they might kill him.
6
The river branched and branched, and the men never seemed in doubt about which branch to take. The journey seemed endless. Five days. Ten days. Twelve days
.
Akin said nothing as they traveled. He had made one mistake. He was afraid to make another. The red-haired man, whose name was Galt, never told anyone about his talking. It was as though the man did not quite believe he had heard Akin speak. He kept away from Akin as much as he could, never spoke to him, hardly spoke of him. The three others swung Akin around by his arms and legs or shoved him with their feet or carried him when necessary.
It took Akin days to realize that the men were not, in their own minds, treating him cruelly. There were no more drunken attempts to poison him, and no one hit him. They did hit each other occasionally. Twice, a pair of them rolled in the mud, punching and clutching at one another. Even when they did not fight, they cursed each other and cursed him.
Adulthood Rites x-2 Page 8