Tower And The Hive Part 22

"Isn't this the fellow I rode the last time I was here?" Kincaid asked, stepping back to get a proper look at the animal he was tending.

"He is," Laria said, getting a stable stain from Saki's flank.

"Sure is, and he seems to remember you fondly enough not to race you around the box."

Afra appeared in the wide stable opening. "Beliakin's presence has been requested at Blundell House for the next few days, in connection with Clarissia Negeva's attempt to recruit him," Afra said. "He had the good sense to tell Gollee immediately before he left Blundell. They knew she had, of course, but his coming forward acquits him."

"He'd've had significant a.s.sets to lose," Laria said blandly, "but I'm glad I don't have to dodge him." She gave her father a quick glance to see if she could 'path the real reason Beliakin was now elsewhere.

Afra chuckled, but she could read nothing beyond what he wished her to know. "That young man could see far too many excellent possibilities in the immediate future to jeopardize them. He told us exactly what he recalled of her remarks immediately after that abortive a.s.sa.s.sination attempt. He was shocked enough when we heard to be wide open to us. He is a strong T-2 kinetic and once he has cleared himself with Gollee and Jeff, he's liable to be a.s.signed either to a Search vessel or with a T-2 'path for one of the new Towers that have to be set up."

Laria eyed her father with skepticism and he grinned back, his yellow eyes twinkling.

"Of course, with you and Kincaid here, we could allow him the chance to clear his reputation at Blundell. So this will be no holiday for you, though I could wish it were. You are more tired than you should be, Laria," Afra said, and in an unusual display of affection, stroked her head. His hand stopped and his brows wrinkled in surprise. "And . . ." His expression was puzzled.

Kincaid instantly stepped to her side. "Laria carries my child, Afra Lyon."

Afra nodded briefly. "The pregnancy is very recent then, for I could barely detect the physical changes." He held out his hand to Kincaid. Kincaid did not shield the relief he felt at the quickly proffered hand, taking the gesture as the approval it was meant to reinforce. "I will have to admit," Afra continued with a warm grin, "that I am relieved that you have sired the child, Dano, rather than Vanteer or Beliakin."

"Beliakin never got near enough to touch me," Laria said, affronted by the mere thought.

And too recent to guess its s.e.x! came Damia's interjection.

And what if it isn't Talented, Mother? Laria asked coyly.

Don't be ridiculous, Damia said dismissively. Dano $ genes checked out with a very high potential of pa.s.sing on psychic abilities.

Mother, that's. . . Laria felt a surge of anger.

Let be, Laria, Afra said in quick reprimand. We've known that much data since Kincaid was a.s.signed to Clarf Tower.

Then you know what I- Kincaid began, when a quick cutting motion of Afra's hand interrupted him.

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That is between you and Laria! Afra said so firmly that his answer dismissed further consideration of the topic. Am I not correct, Damia?

You are, was the immediate agreement.

"It may be morning here, but it was late afternoon on Clarf, as memory serves me," Afra went on. "The horses are tended. You both need to rest. You may have to just settle for breakfast instead of whatever meal you have missed in your haste to get your 'Dinis here. But you are both tired and anxious. I'd say you'd benefit from a relaxing swim. And some rest."

Laria swiveled in the direction of the Tower.

"We can handle what's due in or out. We'll wake you the moment there's any news about your 'Dinis," Afra said.

Zara says they're already responding to the medicated bath. They absorb quite a lot of nutrients through the skin pores, you know, said Damia.

"Where are Ewain and Petra?" Laria asked as they followed Afra back to an oddly silent house.

"School, of course," Afra said. He bent to kiss his daughter's cheek. "Damia sent them. They don't know you're here yet and we'll keep them out of your hair until you've had a chance to rest."

Then, with a hand on each to shove them in the direction of the pool, he left them.

n p j Zara's here, said Damia gently, waking them. Your 'Dims are improving rapidly, she added when she sensed their immediate alarm. Come down.

"What time is it?" Kincaid * asked, then yawned widely enough to pop his jaw hinge, stretching his long body.

"Late afternoon, Iota time," Laria said, struggling to lift herself on one elbow to glance out her window and check the way the shadows fell on the hillside. Odd to be waking in her own bed, with Kincaid beside her. Odd, but nice.

"I feel like I've slept the clock round." He sat up, rubbing a lean and empty belly.

You did, said Zara.

Both shot to their feet, grabbing for clothes they had dumped in a chair after their relaxing swim. Someone must have removed the damp towels which Laria vaguely remembered dropping on the floor on her way to the bed, You needed it, Zara went on.

Morag and Kaltia? Are they all right? Laria said, hopping on one foot, trying to get the other foot into the trouser leg.

Take it easy. There was a touch of amus.e.m.e.nt in Zara's voice. You can bet your hones you'd've been awakened sooner ifthere'd been a need. Dad says they're doing just great. Blood will tell. So what's with Tip and Huf. . .

And Nil and Plus. . . Kincaid put in, with such matching anxiety that Zara's chuckle echoed in both their heads. When you get down here. There're drinks and things ready, Damia added.

Speedily dressing, the two lingered only long enough to visit the bathroom and wash hands and faces before they went downstairs. Laria led the way into the room Kincaid remembered from his previous stay, where a circle of comfortable couches ringed a fireplace. Flames danced on the hearth and they were glad of the warmth by then, more accustomed to Clarf s heat and not the crisp colder temperature at which this house was generally kept.

Zara was already ensconced on one couch, nibbling a long thin cheese stick. She pointed to the drinks set opposite her and the variety of predinner snacks. "Don't eat too much. Mother's got a good dinner to make up for the meals you've missed."

"Tip and Huf?" Laria asked, brooking no further delays. "And my two?" Kincaid added, but they both sat at Zara's gesture. "What I have to tell you is highly confidential. Dad's out hunting with Ewain, and Petra and Mother have promised not to listen."

Laria regarded Zara with surprise and a touch of trepidation. She sounded more like her grandmother than her kid sister.

"As head of a team trying to penetrate the mysteries of Mrdini reproduction, I must also be as discreet as possible in my explanations. But to my way of thinking, you're owed. Your 'Dinis ought not to have been in that hibernatory. And the keeper should have had the sense left to tell you to take them anywhere else."

"That's where they usually go," Laria exclaimed.

"So what happened there?" Kincaid asked.

"A d.a.m.ned fool experiment that any zoobio would have quashed instantly had we known it was planned," Zara said, biting off the last of her cheese stick as if it were something else. She let out a sigh. Then resettling herself, she turned to Laria and Kincaid and began.

"We're still not sure what happens or why certain pairs choose each other, or are put together by the keeper for the express purpose of. . . creating a new 'Dini life-form . . . but Tip would not necessarily be matched with Huf nor Plus with Nil in a hibernatory. Colors are always paired. As we've discovered, Human bodies replicate every single cell over a seven-year period. Mrdini"-Zara gave a wry smile-"do it in two months. From what we've been able to discern, dead cells in a 'Dini give off an unhealthy chemical . . ."

Laria and Kincaid exchanged startled glances, remembering that their 'Dinis had been smelling a little stronger than usual.

"Hmm . . . the fools were probably delaying as long as they could then. However, the dead cells give off a pheromone of which one hundred-let's call them units to give us a scale-is the top. At a concentration of eighty units, they start getting irritable and try to get to the hibernatory to relieve their discomfort. Most 'Dinis wait too long to come to the hibernatory. But I have discovered that those who come early, say when the chemical is at seventy-five units, are less likely to reproduce. If the concentration got over the hundred mark, they'd probably die, but we haven't confirmed that. You see, what subst.i.tutes for hormones or glandular activity or cell renewal and differentiation in their particular physiology, works mainly to rejuvenate them cell by cell. From the extra 'material' "-and Zara shrugged, spreading her hands to indicate she couldn't find a more appropriate word-"generated by this extraordinary osmotic process, a new 'Dini is created-between them, but not in or from them . . . between them. The new life could be considered a clone, but not as we understand or use that process: they I.

are created, budded, what have you from the brand-new rejuvenated material of the process the 'Dinis called 'refreshment'-which is actually quite accurate-and they are a mix of the two Mrdini between whom they are made.

"They gorge themselves with a high-protein, high-mineral complex-carbohydrate substance, the recipe for which is known only to the keepers. We've been trying to a.n.a.lyze it, but there are some elements . . . Never mind, I digress." Zara flapped her hand in self-reprimand. "And the air in a hibernatory is not only hot but humid, with a special blend of pheromones. The best a.n.a.logy is the sort of dream state created by some chemicals . . . again a formula zealously guarded by the keepers. I don't know if the pheromones could be altered to provide contraception, Or if the earlier hibernation will do the trick. Frankly, I think our solution is to find out which of the chemicals used can be left out and not trigger the clone*bud to develop. A sort of abortion, if you will, except that it's not taking anything as yet 'live.' I wouldn't like to think how many eggs we females produce that never get fertilized." She shot a grin at Kincaid. "But that would he an appropriate a.n.a.log. The bad news is that there are some nineteen different components used in the hibernatory incense. The really bad news is that there are no 'Dini-type experimental animals on which we could try any solution before using it on real live 'Dinis." Zara heaved a big sigh, but that didn't fool her sister. The ethics of direct experimentation on a life-form they considered their equals would have been anathema to any dedicated medical person. "Then too, the recipe is so old that the keepers don't remember exactly what the basic elements are, only how to mix and burn it at a steady rate of emissions. So, we've set up nineteen different wards, you might call 'em, in lota's hibernatory, and thank all the G.o.ds that be that it's such a new facility and we can separate the wards completely. In each ward a different chemical will be omitted, while the rest of the hibernators get the usual incense. When we've figured that out, we can decide what chemical to eliminate. One just can't stop all 'creation' without some notice being taken of it in the general 'Dini population." She grinned. "It's going to take time. But we will succeed."

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I ki imi add the Hive I 1 "Rea.s.suring yourself, sis?" Laria asked with an understanding grin. She was still close enough in mental rapport with her sister to catch Zara's frustration despite the very positive statement of intent.

"Yes, I am," Zara agreed, much to Laria's surprise. "What's so frustrating is the time it's going to take to be absolutely sure that what happened to your quartet isn't repeated anywhere else."

"Did many die?" Kincaid asked.

Zara nodded slowly. Her expression was grim. "Not the best way to reduce excess population."

"Were any very important 'Dinis lost?" Laria asked.

"Yes, and some whose matches were also lost so they can't be replaced as Gil and Kat were. No big 'Dinis were involved in the Clarf fiasco. Their hibernations are strictly for the 'refreshment' aspect of the seclusion. The 'creative' stage is quite individual, but the larger the 'Dini, the less it is likely to have enough left of the 'creative' material required to produce a juvenile."

"That's a lot more than we've ever known," Laria said thoughtfully.

"It took us Humans long enough to learn to control our populations," Zara said. "We have had many 'Dinis, every color, come forward and agree to be used as anatomical subjects . . ."

"What?" Kincaid was no less horrified than Laria, but she was able to voice her objection.

"Well, they don't leave a corpse, you know. . . . Oh, you didn't know? Since they evolved on such a hot planet, they have a water-regulating physiology, reacting to osmotic pressure. So they sort of turn to mush when the physiology shuts down at death, the cells rupture and essentially the body disintegrates. Unless they are immediately used- ooops . . . Well, let's not get into the archaic tradition of'going on the line.' They are rendered unconscious but have to be used immediately or immersed in a solution of the right liquids until they are used. None of us like the idea of. . . operating on a live ent.i.ty . . . and keep hoping we won't be forced to that expedient." Her face had turned as pale as theirs. She went on more briskly. "They do have an entirely different att.i.tude toward death. You both know that from the history of suicide raids on the Hiver spheres. They were convinced that they, as themselves, would be re-created. As Gil and Kat were."

"But to dissect a live 'Dini . . ." Laria could not continue, shaking her head in repugnance.

"I've learned a lot more about Mrdinis since I started this a.s.signment, Laria," Zara said, in the most solemn and respectful tone Laria had ever heard from her younger sister. "And since we're seeing it more and more as a pheromone problem, we won't need to do biological dissections. Ooops, sorry. You're looking very green, Lar."

"Exactly what is happening to our friends?" Kincaid said anxiously.

"We're refreshing them. They're in separate tubs, to get the full benefit of that osmotic therapy, and in the same room. At the rate they're absorbing the substance, they should be physically fit again in about three more weeks. You were smart to get them here as fast as you did. I've made arrangements with the head keeper to allow you to come and see them whenever you wish. They're not really conscious right now, but they'll know you're there."

"Three weeks?" Laria was alarmed. There was no way she could be absent from Clarf that long.

"There's not a thing that prevents us from coming back as often as we're needed," Kincaid said, a rea.s.suring hand squeezing Lana's knee.

Clarf s Tower Prime rolled her eyes as she realized that he was right.

"You've had a shock, sis," Zara said. Then she shook a finger at them. "You're not to wear yourselves out-not with the time distortion between Iota Aurigae and Clarf. You especially, Laria." Her finger settled warningly. "Not"-she smiled, "that I'm not delighted."

"You looked?" Laria was perversely annoyed at her sister's knowledge of her pregnancy.

Zara guffawed. "Honey, the change didn't require me to look any farther than the glow in your skin and a certain shine in the eye that many pregnant women develop."

Laria turned to Kincaid. "Do I look that different?"

"If I say yes, you'll thump me," Kincaid replied with mock fear, pretending to recoil from her wrath.

"Would not!"

"Then you've mellowed, sis," was Zara's tart response. "You're built right for having babies, unlike the Rowan, but take it easy-as easy as possible," she corrected herself immediately, "in Tower work. Give Morag more of the merges. She can handle anything. And it wouldn't hurt Kaltia to take a few either. They're well able to do it after their apprenticeship here, even if they are technically too young to be full Primes." She grinned, "fust as if I had the say in the matter." Okay to join us, Mother, Dad.

Damia and Afra did, Damia carrying a tray of hot canapes.

"You shouldn't've let us sleep so long," Laria began.

"After your sister the healer said you obviously both needed it?" Damia replied, raising an eyebrow in reproof. "We've checked with the girls and they're coping superbly."

"Though they do feel," Afra added, "that not every single relative of the many they have-bar Thian and Rojer, who probably are unaware of the circ.u.mstances at Clarf Tower-needs to check in on an hourly basis."

"Lionasha would let us know," Laria started, sharing what she also considered an affront to the capabilities of the pair, as well as a tacit criticism of herself.

Kincaid gave her a gentle nudge with his elbow. "Where are all the other 'Dinis I know live here?"

Zara chuckled. "The adults are all taking turns nursing your lot, and the young are out with Ewain and Petra, hunting. Eat!" She pointed imperiously at the tray Damia now presented to them.

"I'd sort of looked forward to hunting," Kincaid remarked in mild disappointment.

"You can hunt all day tomorrow if you want. . ." Damia began.

"Only after we've seen our friends," Laria said.

"You can come in with me after dinner," Zara said. "They'll be lucid enough to know you're nearby."

"Lucid?" Every ounce of Laria's anxiety returned.

"Because"-Afra sat himself down on the other side of his distressed eldest daughter-"they're swimming in a nutrient fluid and so surfeited with regenerative substances that they're not likely to make much sense."

Laria wasn't sure she found that description any more rea.s.suring. * wouldn't lie to you, Lar, Zara said, pa.s.sing her cheese sticks. "Don't you like them anymore?"

Well, that's nicer than reminding me I'm eating for two. You haven't even started that.

"Enough," Damia said.

"Why, Mom? Can't you read us?" Zara grinned, reverting to her gamine and younger self.

"There's a level at which you two can communicate that excludes us," Afra admitted as Damia hesitated. He looked directly at Kincaid. "The sort of level that develops between two people who are often in merge and rapport. Morag and Kaltia, being so close in age, have that facility. So do Ewain and Petra. Thian could go in either direction, to you, Laria, or to Ro]er. But clearly"-he waved the cheese stick he was eating from Zara to Laria-"the girls can activate the old sideslip at will."

"Sideslip?" Kincaid asked. "Is it limited to siblings and couples?"

Damia shrugged. "I doubt it. It works when it works."

Afra chuckled, deep down in his chest. "Jeff has often remarked that he can't say anything that your mother doesn't hear."

"And you, Afra Lyon?" asked Damia, c.o.c.king her head at her mate of twenty-seven years.