Changelings

by Anne McCaffrey

  Hang on, Ronan said, and began stripping off his clothing. Murel, the turtle got stuck in the drain. I have to dive in and pull him out. I’m not sure how I’m going to do that, of course, when all I have to use are flippers, so you may have to come into the room and help us.

  Now?

  No, wait till I tell you. Keep lookout meantime.

  He climbed up the ladder to the top of the tank, poised over the edge for a moment, and dived in. His vision underwater and in the dark was much better as a seal than as a human. Diving to the bottom of the tank, he spotted the back half of the turtle’s shell and its tail and rear flippers sticking out of a round hole in the rear wall.

  Ronan swam all around the drain and the turtle, wondering why the hole hadn’t been covered. He tried the claws on his flippers to tear at the portion of the drainage pipe farthest from the turtle’s body. It was made of much sterner stuff than ice and he quickly gave it up.

  I’m going to take hold of the edge of your shell and pull, he told the turtle. Your tail doesn’t look sturdy enough to withstand my claws or teeth.

  Oooh, I should say not! The turtle’s thought came out with a sort of squeak. Be careful to bite only the shell. I’m quite tender underneath. And ticklish.

  That was a problem. Ronan couldn’t get his teeth to lock tightly enough on the turtle’s shell to pull at it. His teeth kept sliding off the slippery carapace. He tried first one side, then the other. Once he thought he felt the turtle slip a little and intensified his efforts, but Honu remained as stuck as ever.

  Okay, let’s try one more thing. I’m going to ram, er, nudge you from each side and hope to jar you loose. I’ll try not to hurt you.

  The turtle winced. Ronan felt it, though he neither saw nor heard any physical change in the trapped creature. Backing up as far as the small tank allowed, he swam at the turtle from the left, bumped into the back of the shell and felt it move a little. He did it again. When there was no further movement, he swam up under the trapped creature and butted it from below. Then he attacked from the right and started over again. Gradually, the vibrations his movement set up caused the turtle’s shell to separate from the lip of the drain. The turtle felt it too and its tail began to bob like a rotor warming up while its rear flippers started to backpaddle.

  Someone’s coming! Murel sent a warning thought.

  We’re allllmost there, Ronan told her. But you’re going to have to come in now. I need you to lift him out and help me out of the tank so I can change back enough to climb down the ladder.

  Before he finished the thought, he heard the clanking of feet knocking the rungs of the ladder against the side of the tank. As he pulled the turtle free, he looked up to see Murel peering down at them.

  Come on. Hurry, she urged.

  The turtle popped loose of the drain and lay on the bottom of the tank for a moment, the movements of its tail and back flippers twitchy instead of purposeful. One of the front flippers looked like it had a small tear. Ronan hoped he wasn’t responsible.

  The turtle’s thoughts were fainter than ever and disjointed. Ronan carefully picked up the shell and balanced it between his front flippers and his body.

  You can make it, Turtle, Murel coaxed. That’s it. The tank’s not that deep. Just a bit farther.

  Finally, the water splashed just above Ronan’s nose and the weight was lifted from his flippers and neck as Murel said, Gotcha!

  The turtle’s thought was something like the turtle equivalent of Ahhh.

  Ronan thought he was making a lot of noise, or Murel was, clanking against the tank, when all of a sudden the turtle plummeted back into the tank and Murel fell in after, her body striking Ronan’s and driving him downward with the force of her plunge. She changed shapes as she fell so that the fall turned into a less than graceful dive.

  Looking down at them, where Murel’s face had been a moment before, was the small dark face of Professor Mabo. She wore a gloating expression. “I do not know what I am going to do with that assistant of mine,” she said. “I thought I told him to clean the tank, but although it is not growing algae, it seems to have grown two seals since I last looked. Hello, Shongili twins. I trust the water is fine.”

  Neither of them could answer her or ask how she had known they’d be there, but she told them anyway. “You couldn’t resist trying to steal my specimen, could you, Ronan? You are too much your father’s son. He wouldn’t allow me to study the otters either. Perhaps he realized I’d rather be studying you. And here you are. I have my wish. Little Murel has even granted me some immediate gratification by changing shape before my very eyes. I know you thought you were being clever, Ronan, with your questions about the causative factors of transformations. Now you and your sister will have the opportunity to help me answer those questions and more, in earnest.”

  Ronan was exhausted from struggling to free the turtle. He had not been able to get a breath himself before Murel and the turtle came back down on top of him. But Murel was angry. He could feel her anger although she said nothing. But the anger spewed her upward like a slippery furry geyser from the bottom of the tank straight up to Dr. Mabo. Ronan saw his sister’s sharp seal teeth snap and Dr. Mabo shriek and fall away from the ladder.

  Murel dived back down into the tank with a big sealy smile stretched across her muzzle.

  Did you bite her? Ronan asked.

  No, but I scared her, didn’t I?

  “Thank you, Ronan or Murel, as the case may be.” Marmion’s voice reached the twins from beyond the tank. Actually, her words were a bit garbled by the water, but they also caught her thought. It was clearly projected and easy to pick up, although they could not normally read people other than each other and sometimes their father.

  The water in the tank quivered and the glass vibrated with what felt like a herd of moose galloping across the lab floor. Not moose, of course, but people! Help? The ladder clanked and groaned as someone clambered up it again.

  “Get away from there!” Dr. Mabo’s voice, muted by the water, was still nasty. “What are you people doing here anyway? Madame, I insist on privacy to conduct my experiments. You students have no business here without my permission.”

  Other voices, both male and female, obscured hers until they all sounded like they were speaking through layers of cloth.

  Then Johnny Green’s friendly face appeared at the top of the tank where Mabo’s sneering one had been before Murel scared her off the ladder.

  “Okay, kids, come along,” Johnny said, holding out his arms. “You’re safe now.”

  The man will lift you out, Ronan told Honu. He is a friend.

  Honu shot to the surface while Ronan surfaced long enough to watch and catch his breath. Johnny lifted the creature gently and handed him off to someone else standing behind and below him and blurred by the water.

  Johnny was not strong enough, however, to lift either twin in slippery seal form. Pulling them out of the water and up over the ladder while they changed would be difficult.

  The tank was small for two half-grown seals, and there wasn’t much room to swim. Besides which, the turtle, having caught his breath, told them that he wanted to return to the water too. Their rescuers had set the turtle on the floor beside the tank, and the weight on its flippers was more than it could bear. Ronan kept bumping the glass next to the turtle to try to alert Johnny and their other rescuers, whoever they were, of the turtle’s needs.

  Then Ke-ola, previously hidden by the rungs of the ladder while he stood at its foot, bent over, picked up the turtle and lifted it back up to Johnny.

  “The sacred Honu wishes to return to the water,” Ke-ola told him. Johnny grunted and shook his head but set Honu loose again inside the tank.

  Ahhh. The turtle once more emitted the turtle equivalent of a sigh.

  The people outside the tank looked in as the turtle dived back down toward the seals. Ke-ola had come in answer to the distress broadcast by the Honu. Johnny Green, Marmion, and Pet Chan were there because Rory alert
ed them to what his grandmother was doing to the twins.

  “So,” Johnny said. “The turtle is back but the kids aren’t out. I don’t see how we’re going to do this unless we just break this sucker open.” He gave the side of the tank a little kick.

  “The children could be injured by fragments, assuming we found something strong enough to break the glass,” Marmie said. “It is shatterproof, laser proof—”

  “Etcetera. I understand. Very well then, what do you suggest? The kids can’t stay in there forever.”

  “How about a crane?” Pet Chan suggested. “It could hoist them out of the water with no problem. I’ll just call down to the hangar and have them send up a small one with a basket on it, shall I?”

  “We don’t have to do that, ma’am,” Ke-ola said, kicking off his shoes. “I can help. If you’ll move alongside there, Captain Green, sir, I’ll just dive to the bottom and boost the seals up to you.”

  “Can you do that?” Marmie asked. “You have no diving equipment.”

  “Excuse me, Madame, but my people have been deep-sea divers for eons. We hold our breath almost as long as the sacred Honu. The water will make the seals light as long as we’re submerged.”

  “Hmm,” Pet said, “I believe I’ll just get that crane anyway, in case.”

  Johnny climbed down and Ke-ola swarmed up the ladder in his bare feet. He wore only a pair of shorts. Like the turtle, he looked heavy and lumbering on dry land, but in the water, even so little water, he was strong and graceful. Blowing a fine stream of bubbles, he dived down to the seals, met their eyes, and jerked his head toward the top of the tank.

  RONAN WAS REASSURED by Ke-ola’s calm presence when he entered the water with them. As his classmate gave the signal, Ronan swam to the surface. Ke-ola boosted him up toward Johnny as effortlessly as an otter might heft a clamshell. Ronan was surprised that Ke-ola was that strong. He was also surprised to see Rory’s face and his arms reaching for him along with Johnny’s from the top rung of the ladder, which Rory now shared.

  Johnny had a towel with him and began patting Ronan dry as soon as he was half out of the water. When Ronan’s upper half began to change so that his hands were free to help himself, Rory scooted down the ladder. Then with Johnny’s support, Ronan held on to the ladder with his hands, pulled his sleek flippered back end free of the water and let Johnny pat that dry until the flippers turned to feet again.

  Rory was looking up at Ronan with eyes so wide, white showed around his pupils.

  Ronan, human again, grinned down at him, said, “Thanks, Rory. I can take it now and help Johnny fetch Murel up. Good of you to come to our aid, though.”

  Rory nodded but looked a little hurt and a lot puzzled. Pet Chan returned with the crane but it wasn’t necessary. Johnny and Ronan repeated the previous procedure with Murel, though she kept the towel closer to her than her brother had.

  Rory handed lab coats up to them both, since Murel’s clothing was at the bottom of the tank, torn during her transformation after Dr. Mabo pushed her in. Ronan picked up his own discarded clothes and put them on, stealing glances at the others. Marmie, Johnny, Pet, Rory, and Ke-ola were there, he confirmed when, fully dressed, he turned to face them. Dr. Mabo was not.

  Murel caught his thought before he spoke and said, “Hey, where’s Mabo?”

  “Oops,” Johnny said. “Guess she slipped away while we were all helping you kids and the turtle. Oh well, she can’t have gone far.”

  Pet Chan pulled the radio from her belt and spoke into it. “Chan here. Put out an APB on Dr. Marie Mabo. Arrest and detain her until I can arrive to take custody. Charges of kidnapping and possible child and animal abuse.”

  “Sorry, Chan, but she’s gone. Her shuttle departed a few minutes ago. You want us to launch a posse?”

  Marmie shook her head sadly. “There is no need to risk our personnel. She will not return to trouble us again.”

  “Good,” Rory said when Pet had passed on the order and clicked off the com unit. “I thought it would be so great to have a grandma, and she just kept Mum upset all the time.”

  Marmie turned to the twins. “You’ve Rory to thank for alerting us to your danger,” she said.

  Rory waved his hand in dismissal, “Nothing, really. I went to take her something and caught the old cow watching you on the labcam in her quarters as you entered and dived into the tank, Ronan. I backed out before she saw me, but I knew she was up to no good so I called Madame and raced down here to see if I could help you.”

  “You’re a good pal, Rory.”

  “Not so much,” he said, shaking his head and looking as if he’d just opened what he thought was a fresh can of milk and found it had gone sour.

  “Rory,” Marmie said, “you cannot hold yourself to blame for your grandmother’s actions. If I had realized the connection between her and the twins, I’d never have allowed her on the station. You are not responsible for who your relatives are. It’s how you treat your friends that matters.”

  “What connection, Marmie?” Murel asked. “Mabo said something about Ronan being Da’s son like she knew Da or something. She said something about him keeping her from studying the otters and that he knew she’d rather study us.”

  “Yes. Of course, we knew a group of scientists had been deported from Petaybee after you left, but no one sent any details, just that the otters were safe and their captors had been dealt with.”

  “When I gave your mum your message about Dr. Mabo keeping a sample of Murel’s blood, she was horrified,” Johnny told them, speaking carefully. Ronan thought he was measuring his words so he didn’t say the wrong thing. What wrong thing could he possibly say now? But Johnny kept talking, as if to ice over the cracks between his words. “Your folks thought they were sending you to safety. They never figured Mabo would follow you here.”

  “Bad luck for the twins, us being here for my lovin’ granny to latch on to as cover,” Rory said.

  “It’s not your fault, Rory. Marmie’s right,” Murel said, putting a slightly moist arm around him. “If you hadn’t been here, she’d have come up with some other excuse since she was so determined to trap us.”

  “How’d you know to come tonight, Ke-ola?” Murel asked.

  “Once I knew the sacred Honu was here, I opened my mind to accept his bidding. He bade me come here double quick and help him, but you got here first,” Ke-ola said, his shoulders rolling in a shrug that was like the tide coming in and going out again.

  “So what will happen to him now?” Ronan asked. “Will you take him home?”

  Before Ke-ola could answer, Johnny Green spoke up.

  “Speaking of returning to your native habitat,” he said to the twins, “you two need to pack up your belongings and say good-bye to your friends here. You’re coming back to Petaybee with me.”

  “We’re going home?” Murel asked. “Just like that?”

  “Just like that,” Johnny said, trying to sound cheerful, but again there was a cautious note in his voice that neither of the twins cared for. Something was fishy, and it wasn’t the edible kind.

  Ke-ola said, “The sacred Honu and I come with you.”

  “Oh, no, Ke-ola,” Murel said. “It’s much too cold on Petaybee for Honu. Probably for you too. Not that we wouldn’t like you to visit.”

  “The sacred Honu says a home is being prepared for him and his kind. I will send a message to my family. They will find she who is to be the mate of the Honu and bring her to him.”

  “You mean on Petaybee?” Johnny asked, looking puzzled. “How would a turtle from here and parts beyond have any idea what might or might not be happening on Petaybee?”

  Ke-ola gave him a pitying look. “The Honu are not sacred for nothing. They know many things.”

  “If he knows about Petaybee and this home he thinks is being built for him, why didn’t he know my gran was going to turtle-nap him and experiment on him?”

  “I said the sacred Honu and his kind know many things, not all things,” Ke-ola
said, and after a sigh, added, “They are somewhat more likely to know of distant things and future things than what is right under their flippers, perhaps.”

  Murel said, “Well, whatever the reason, I think it’s brilliant that he’s coming to Petaybee with you! I was just thinking that what Petaybee needs are some sea turtles.”

  “Do they really change, Ke-ola?” Ronan asked. “She said they were shape-shifters.”

  Ke-ola smiled a smile that made him look every inch of his height and girth. It was a very superior kind of smile. “That is for the sacred Honu to tell if he wishes.”

  “Do you know, though?”

  “That is for me to tell if I wish, and I do not wish at this time.”

  CHAPTER 19

  MARMIE WAS GOING with them, which surprised the twins. They were more surprised to see several helicopters and small submarines and a lot of diving equipment being loaded onto the ship.

  “That going to Petaybee, is it?” Murel asked Marmie as they boarded.

  “Yes, it is.”

  “Our folks want all that and us too or did you make them take us back if they wanted all the tech stuff?” Ronan asked, teasing.

  They were inside the ship and strapped to chairs in the lounge before Marmie answered. “It’s search and rescue equipment. Remember how everyone was thinking Petaybee was building a new landmass?”

  “Yeah, is that what’s happening? The volcano is erupting? Cool! But why the need for rescue equipment? Nobody lives anywhere near there,” Ronan said.

  “It’s probably also for scientists to go study it, isn’t it, Marmie? Good ones like Sister Iggierock.”

  Marmie started to say something, then closed her mouth again and said, “Something of the sort.”

  “Okay, Marmie, what’s going on really?” Murel demanded. “We haven’t had any sleep and a tiring time of it lately. You’re holding out on us. Why?”