A Circus of Hells by Poul Anderson. Part four

developed for it.

The divorce was not absolute. Seas were less affected than land, and

many shore-based animals that ate marine species neither hibernated nor

estivated. Seeds and other remnants of a season contributed to the diet

of those which did. The Merseians had hardly begun to comprehend the web

of interactions–structural, chemical, bacteriological, none knew what

more–between hot-weather and cold-weather forms. As an elementary

example: No equivalent of evergreens existed; summer’s wild growth would

have strangled them; on the other hand, decaying in fall, it provided

humus for winter vegetation.

The tundra reached in crisp dunes and a glimpse of wind-scoured frozen

lake. But it was not empty. Black among the blue shadows, leaves thrust

upward in clumps that only looked low and bushy; their stems often went

down through meters of snow. The sooty colors absorbed sunlight with

high efficiency, aided by reflection off the surface. In some, a part of

that energy worked through molecular processes to liquefy water; others

substituted organic compounds, such as alcohols, with lower freezing

points; for most, solidification of fluids was important to one stage or

another of the life cycle.

North of the mountains, the glaciers were becoming too thick for plants.

But south of them, and on the islands, vegetation flourished. Thus far

it was sparse, and it would never approach the luxuriance of summer.

Nonetheless it supported an animal population off which other animals

lived reasonably well–including the Ruadrath. Still, you could

understand why they had such intense territorial jealousies …

Flandry’s breath steamed into air that lay cold on his cheeks; but

within his garments he was sweating a trifle. The day was quiet enough

for him to hear the shuffle-shuffle of his walking. He said carefully:

“Rrinn, I do not ask you to follow my counsel blind. Truth indeed is

that I could be telling you untruth. What harm can it do, though, to

consider ways by which you may prove or disprove my speech? Must you not

as leader of Wirrda’s attempt this? For think. If my folk and Merseia’s

are in conflict, maneuvering for position among the stars, then harbors

are needed for the sky-swimming craft. Not so? You have surely seen that

not every Merseian is here to gather knowledge. Most come and go on

errands that I tell you are scoutings and attacks on my folk.

“Now a warlike harbor needs defense. In preparation for the day the

enemy discovers it, a day that will unfailingly come, it has to be made

into more than a single small encampment. This whole world may have to

be occupied, turned into a fortress.” What a casuist I am! “Are you

certain the Merseians have not been staring into your lives in order

that they may know how easiest to overwhelm you?”

Rrinn growled back, “And am I certain your folk would leave us be?”

“You have but my speech,” Flandry admitted, “wherefore you should ask of

others.”

“How? Shall I call Ydwyr in, show him you, and scratch for truth as to

why he spoke nothing about your kindred?”

“N-n-no, I counsel otherwise. Then he need but kill me and give you any

smooth saying he chooses. Best you get him to come to Wirrda’s, yes, but

without knowledge that I live. You can there draw him out in discourse

and seize whether or not that which he tells runs together with that

which you know from having traveled with me.”

“S-s-s-s.” Rrinn gripped his vocalizer as if it were a weapon. He was

plainly troubled and unhappy; his revulsion at the idea of possibly

being driven from his land gave him no peace. It lay in his chromosomes,

the dread inherited from a million ancestors, to whom loss of hunting

grounds had meant starvation in the barrens.

“We have the rest of the trek to think about what you should do,”

Flandry reassured him. More accurately, for me to nudge you into

thinking the scheme I hatched in the cache house is your own notion.

I hope we do feel and reason enough alike that I can play tricks on you.

To himself: Don’t push too hard, Flandry. Take time to observe, to

participate, to get simpâtico with them. Why, you might even figure out

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