Another Priest-King, mounted on a low, oval disk which seemed to slide up the ramp, was approaching.
The new Priest-King looked a great deal like Misk, save that he was larger. I wondered if men of my species would have difficulty telling Priest-Kings apart. I would later learn to do so easily but at first I was often confused. The Priest-Kings themselves distinguish one another by scent but I, of course, would do so by eye.
The oval disk glided to within some forty feet of us, and the golden creature which had ridden it stepped delicately to the ramp.
It approached me, its antennae scrutinising me carefully. Then it backed away perhaps some twenty feet.
It seemed to me much like Misk except in size.
Like Misk it wore no clothing and carried no weapons, and its only accoutrement was a translator which dangled from its neck.
I would learn later that in scent it wore its rank, caste and station as clearly on its body as an officer in one of the armies of Earth might wear his distinguishing braid and metal bars.
'Why has it not been anaesthetised?' asked the new creature, training its antennae on Misk.
'I did not think it would be necessary,' said Misk.
'It was my recommendation that it be anaesthetised,' said the newcomer.
'I know,' said Misk.
'This will be recorded,' said the newcomer.
Misk seemed to shrug. His head turned, his laterally opening jaws opened and closed slowly, his shoulders rustled and the two antennae twitched once as though in irritation, and then idly they began to examine the roof of the dome.
'The Nest was not jeopardised,' came from Misk's translator.
The newcomer's antennae were now trembling, perhaps with anger.
It turned a knob on its own translator and in a moment the air was filled with the sharp odours of what I take might have been a reprimand. I heard nothing for the creature had snapped off his translator.
When Misk replied he too turned off his translator.
I observed their antennae and the general posturing and carriage of their long, graceful bodies.
They stalked about one another and some of their motions were almost whiplike. Upon occasion, undoubtedly as a sign of irritation, the tips of the forelegs were inverted, and I caught my first glimpse of the bladed, hornlike structures therein concealed.
I would learn to interpret the emotions and states of Priest-Kings by such signs. Many of these signs would be far less obvious than the ones now displayed in the throes of anger. Impatience, for example, is often indicated by a trembling in the tactile hair on the supporting appendages, as though the creature could not wait to be off; a wandering of attention can be shown by the unconscious movement of the cleaning hooks from behind the third joints of the forelegs, suggesting perhaps the creature is thinking of grooming, an occupation in which Priest-Kings, to my mind, spend an inordinate amount of time; I might note, however, in deference to them, that they consider humans a particularly unclean animal and in the tunnels normally confine them for sanitary purposes to carefully restricted areas; the subtlety of these signs might well be illuminated if the indications for a wandering of attention, mentioned above, are contrasted with the superficially similar signs which give evidence that a Priest-King is well or favourably disposed toward another Priest-King, or other creature of any type. In this case there is again the unconscious movement of the cleaning hooks but there is in addition an incipient, but restrained, extension of the forelegs in the direction of the object toward which the Priest-King is well disposed; this suggests to me that the Priest-King is willing to put its cleaning hooks at the disposal of the other, that he is willing to groom it. This may become more comprehensible when it is mentioned that Priest-Kings, with their cleaning hooks, their jaws and their tongues, often groom one another as well as themselves. Hunger, incidentally, is indicated by an acidic exudate which forms at the edges of the jaws giving them a certain moist appearance; thirst, interestingly enough, is indicated by a certain stiffness in the appendages, evident in their movements, and by a certain brownish tarnish that seems to infect the gold of the thorax and abdomen. The most sensitive indicators of mood and attention, of course, as you would probably gather, are the motions and tensility of the antennae.
The translator, incidentally, supposing it to be turned on, would provide only the translation of what was said, and the words, unless the volume control was manipulated during the message, would always occur at the same sound level. An analogue to listening to a translator would be to imagine words as pictures which, in the same type face and size, flash serially on a screen. There would be no clue in the individual pictures, per se, of the rhythm of the language or the mood of the speaker. The translator can tell you that the speaker is angry but it cannot show you that he is angry.
After a minute or two the Priest-Kings stopped circling one another and turned to face me. As one creature, they turned on their translators.
'You are Tarl Cabot of the City of Ko-ro-ba,' said the larger.
'Yes,' I said.
'I am Sarm,' it said, 'beloved of the Mother and First Born.'
'Are you the leader of the Priest-Kings?' I asked.
'Yes,' said Sarm.
'No,' said Misk.
Sarm's antennae darted in Misk's direction.
'Greatest in the Nest is the Mother,' said Misk.
Sarm's antennae relaxed. 'True,' said Sarm.
'I have much to speak of with Priest-Kings,' I said. 'If the one whom you call the Mother is chief among you, I wish to see her.'
Sarm rested back on his posterior appendages. His antennae touched one another in a slightly curling movement. 'None may see the Mother save her caste attendants and the High Priest-Kings,' said Sarm, 'the First, Second, Third, Fourth and Fifth Born.'
'Except on the three great holidays,' said Misk.
Sarm's antennae twitched angrily.
'What are the three great holidays?' I asked.
'The Nest Feast Cycle,' said Misk, 'Tola, Tolam and Tolama.'
'What are these feasts?' I asked.
'They are the Anniversary of the Nuptial Flight,' said Misk, 'the Feast of the Deposition of the First Egg and the Celebration of the Hatching of the First Egg.'
'Are these holidays near?' I asked.
'Yes,' said Misk.
'But,' said Sarm, 'even on such feasts none of the lower orders may view the Mother - only Priest-Kings.'
'True,' said Misk.
Anger suffused my countenance. Sarm seemed not to notice this change but Misk's antennae perked up immediately. Perhaps it had had experience with human anger.
'Do not think badly of us, Tarl Cabot,' said Misk, 'for on the holidays those of the lower orders who labour for us - be it even in the pastures or fungus trays - are given surcease from their labours.'
'The Priest-Kings are generous,' I said.
'Do the men below the mountains do as much for their animals?' asked Misk.
'No,' I said. 'But men are not animals.'
'Are men Priest-Kings?' asked Sarm.
'No,' I said.
'Then they are animals,' said Sarm.
I drew my sword and faced Sarm. The motion was extremely rapid and must have startled him.
At any rate Sarm leaped backward on his jointed, stalklike legs with almost incredible speed.
He now stood almost forty feet from me.
'If I cannot speak to the one you call the Mother,' I said, 'perhaps I can speak to you.'
I took a step towards Sarm.
Sarm pranced angrily backward, his antennae twitching with agitation.
We faced one another.
I noticed the tips of his forelegs were inverted, unsheathing the two curved, hornlike blades which reposed there.
We watched one another carefully.
From behind me I heard the mechanical voice of Misk's translator: 'But she is the Mother,' it said, 'and we of the Nest are all her children.'
I smiled.
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arm saw that I did not intend to advance further and his agitation decreased, although his general attitude of awareness was not relaxed.
It was at this time that I first saw how Priest-Kings breathed, probably because Sarm's respiratory movements were now more pronounced than they had been hitherto. Muscular contractions in the abdomen take place with the result that air is sucked into the system through four small holes on each side of the abdomen, the same holes serving also as exhalation vents. Usually the breathing cycle, unless one is quite close and listens carefully, cannot be heard, but in the present case I could hear quite clearly from a distance of several feet the quick intake of air through the eight tiny, tubular mouths in Sarm's abdomen, and its almost immediate expellation through the same apertures.
Now the muscular contractions in Sarm's abdomen became almost unnoticeable and I could no longer hear the evidence of his respiratory cycle. The tips of his forelegs were no longer inverted, with the result that the bladed structures had disappeared and the small, four-jointed, hooklike prehensile appendages were again fully visible. Their tips delicately touched one another. Sarm's antennae were calm.
He regarded me.
He did not move.
I would never find myself fully able to adjust to the incredible stillness with which a Priest-King can stand.
He reminded me vaguely of the blade of a golden knife.
Suddenly Sarm's antennae pointed at Misk. 'You should have anaesthetised it,' he said.
'Perhaps,' said Misk.
For some reason this hurt me. I felt that I had betrayed Misk's trust in me, that I had behaved as a not fully rational creature, that I had behaved as Sarm had expected me to.
'I'm sorry,' I said to Sarm, resheathing my sword.
'You see,' said Misk.
'It's dangerous,' said Sarm.
I laughed.
'What is that?' asked Sarm, lifting his antennae.
'It is shaking and curling its antennae,' said Misk.
On the receipt of this information Sarm did not shake nor did his antennae curl; rather the bladelike structures snapped out and back, and his antennae twitched in irritation. I gathered one did not shake and curl one's antennae at Priest-Kings.
'Mount the disk, Tarl Cabot of Ko-ro-ba,' said Misk, gesturing with his foreleg to the flat oval disk which had brought Sarm to our level.
I hesitated.
'He is afraid,' said Sarm.
'He has much to fear,' said Misk.
'I am not afraid,' I said.
'Then mount the disk,' said Misk.
I did so, and the two Priest-Kings stepped delicately onto the disk to join me, in such a way that one stood on each side and slightly behind me. Scarcely had they placed their weight on the disk when it began to smoothly and silently accelerate down the long ramp which led toward the bottom of the canyon.
The disk moved with great swiftness and it was with some difficulty that I managed to stand on my feet, leaning into the blast of air which rushed past me. To my annoyance both of the Priest-Kings seemed immobile, leaning alertly forward into the wind, their forelegs lifted high, their antennae lying flat, streaming backwards.
Chapter Twelve: THE TWO MULS
On a marble circle of some half pasang in width, in the bottom of that vast, brilliantly lit, many-coloured artificial canyon the oval disk diminished its speed and drew to a stop.
I found myself in some sort of plaza, surrounded by the fantastic architecture of the Nest of Priest-Kings. The plaza was crowded, not only with Priest-Kings but even more with various creatures of other forms and natures. Among them I saw men and women, barefoot with shaven heads, clad in short purple tunics that reflected the various lights of the plaza as though they might have been formed of some reflective plastic.
I stepped aside as a flat, sluglike creature, clinging with several legs to a small transportation disk, swept by.
'We must hurry,' said Sarm.
'I see human beings here,' I said to Misk. 'Are they slaves?'
'Yes,' said Misk.
'They wear no collars,' I pointed out.
'It is not necessary to mark a distinction between slave and free within the Nest,' said Misk, 'for in the Nest all humans are slaves.'
'Why are they shaven and clad as they are?' I asked.
'It is more sanitary,' said Misk.
'Let us leave the plaza,' said Sarm.
I would learn later that his agitation was principally due to his fear of contracting filth in this public place. Humans walked here.
'Why do the slaves wear purple?' I asked Misk. 'That is the colour of the robes of a Ubar.'
'Because it is a great honour to be the slave of Priest-Kings,' said Misk.
'Is it your intention,' I asked, 'that I should be so shaved and clad?'
My hand was on my sword hilt.
'Perhaps not,' said Sarm. 'It may be that you are to be destroyed immediately. I must check the scent-tapes.'
'He is not to be destroyed immediately,' said Misk, 'nor is he to be shaved and clad as a slave.'
'Why not?' asked Sarm.
'It is the wish of the Mother,' said Misk.
'What has she to do with it?' asked Sarm.
'Much,' said Misk.
Sarm seemed puzzled. He stopped. His antennae twitched nervously. 'Was he brought to the tunnels for some purpose?'
'I came of my own accord,' I avowed.
'Don't be foolish,' said Misk to me.
'For what purpose was he brought to the tunnels?' asked Sarm.
'The purpose is known to the Mother,' said Misk.
'I am the First Born,' said Sarm.
'She is the Mother,' said Misk.
'Very well,' said Sarm, and turned away. I sensed he was not much pleased.
At that moment a human girl walked near and wide-eyed circled us, looking at me. Although her head was shaved she was pretty and the brief plastic sheath she wore did not conceal her charms.
A shudder of repulsion seemed to course through Sarm.
'Hurry,' he said, and we followed him as he scurried from the plaza.
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'Your sword,' said Misk, extending one foreleg down to me.
'Never,' I said, backing away.
'Please,' said Misk.
For some reason I unbuckled the sword belt and reluctantly handed the weapon to Misk.
Sarm, who stood in the long room on an oval dais, seemed satisfied with this transaction. He turned to the walls behind him which were covered with thousands of tiny illuminated knobs. He pulled certain of these out from the wall and they seemed to be attached to slender cords which he passed between his antennae. He spent perhaps an Ahn in this activity and then, exasperated, turned to face me.
I had been pacing back and forth in the long room, nervous without the feel of the sword steel at my thigh.
Misk during all this time had not moved but had remained standing in that incredible fixity perhaps unique to Priest-Kings.
'The scent-tapes are silent,' said Sarm.
'Of course,' said Misk.
'What is to be the disposition of this creature?' asked Sarm.
'For the time,' said Misk, 'it is the wish of the Mother that it be permitted to live as a Matok.'
'What is that?' I asked.
'You speak much for one of the lower orders,' said Sarm.
'What is a Matok?' I asked.
'A creature that is in the Nest but is not of the Nest,' said Misk.
'Like the arthropod?' I asked.
'Precisely,' said Misk.
'If I had my wish,' said Sarm, 'he would be sent to the vivarium or the dissection chambers.'
'But that is not the wish of the Mother,' said Misk.
'I see,' said Sarm.
'Thus,' said Misk, 'it is not the wish of the Nest.'
'Of course,' said Sarm, 'for the wish of the Mother is the wish of the Nest.'
'The Mother is the Nest and the Nest is the Mother,' said Misk.
'Yes,' sai
d Sarm, and the two Priest-Kings approached one another, bowed and gently locked their antennae.
When they disengaged themselves, Sarm turned to face me. 'Nonetheless,' he said, 'I shall speak to the Mother about this matter.'
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