Nonetheless, Kai sucked in his breath and arched his body backward, as the first fringe spread to envelop a Thek. Varian was not the only one more interested in Kai’s reactions than what was occurring on the screen. Mayerd was discreetly watching him. The fringe had been attracted by a lethal entity, for its sides began to melt and, before the creature could desist, it had been reduced to its crumpled cartilaginous framework. The other fringes met the same rate. Then, as the fascinated observers watched, fringes that had not deployed on their intended victims began to slow their advance, and came to fluttering halts.
“Varian, have you done much investigation of these—what did you call them, Aygar?” Sassinak asked.
“Fringes.” Aygar’s single word broke Kai’s transfixed gaze from the screen to the Iretan’s presence.
“Young Terilla named them that,” Kai said in a flat cold voice, turning away from Aygar.
The big Iretan made no comment, inclining his head briefly.
“Whatever those black pyramids are—”
“Thek!” Kai was almost surly.
“The fringes have met their match, then, in these Thek. Do they generate much heat?”
“Yes.”
“What was it you told me, Kai?” Mayerd said into the awkward pause after Kai’s response. “The Thek are gorging themselves on raw Iretan energy?”
Kai nodded curtly.
“Were we told about Thek, Florasse?” Aygar asked.
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Anne McCaffrey – Dinosaur Planet II – The Survivors The woman shook her head slowly, her eyes never leaving the screen.
“They are not of this world, Aygar, so why would we have needed to know.” Florasse’s voice held overtones of betrayed trust and disillusionment, enough to make Kai regard her with surprise.
“What interest do the Thek have on my world?” Aygar asked, his glance sliding from Kai’s closed expression to Varian.
“We would feel easier, Aygar,” Sassinak answered him, “if we ourselves knew. The Thek are a long-lived race who keep their own counsel, vouchsafing to us poor ephemera’s only such information as they consider us worthy to receive.”
“They are your supreme rulers?”
“By no means! They are, however, a vital force in the Federated Sentient Planets. One does not—as you just saw—meddle with a Thek with impunity. What is germane to us right now is the question, what do you native Iretans know about the fringes?”
“To stay away from them.” Aygar’s glance flickered to Kai.
“And?” Sassinak prompted him.
“They are attracted by body heat and envelop their prey, clasping the digits midsection to secure it. Then they consume their victim with a digestive juice. The shipsuit you were wearing saved your life,” Aygar remarked to Kai. “Fringes have trouble digesting synthetic fibers.”
“What weapon do you use to protect yourselves against the creatures?” Sassinak asked.
“We run”—and Varian was certain now that the powerful young man was possessed by a fine sense of humor—“as we possess no effective weapons against the fringes. A few Thek posted about would be ideal deterrents.”
Fordeliton coughed aloud and even Sassinak looked a trifle surprised at Aygar’s irreverent suggestion.
“Is fire effective?”
Aygar shrugged. “I’ve never seen them melt before, nor have we had any liquid flame to use. So far they have not penetrated to this plateau.”
Sassinak turned back to the final frame on the screen: the fringes retreating from the Thek.
“We observed aquatic fringes before we went cryo,” Varian said, “but no evidence at all of communication between the species. Perhaps the land fringes are further along in evolution.” She shuddered. “I don’t like even to think what they could do in cooperation. The aquatic ones are considerably smaller. Oh, and the golden fliers keep well away from them, too.”
“Fringes in the sea?” Aygar swung toward Varian, with a puzzled frown.
“Yes, our chemist ran some tests on fringe tissue. They’re one of the many anomalies this planet presented us. A life-form with a cellular development completely different from that of the dinosaurs—”
“Dinosaurs?” Fordeliton erupted in surprise.
“Yes, it’s all in my report,” Varian said. “Tyrannosaurus rex—I called him fang-face—
hadrosaurs of all varieties, crested, helmeted, hyracotherium, pteranodons which I call golden fliers, or giffs—”
“But that’s preposterous,” Fordeliton began.
“That’s what Trizein said. He’s an amateur Mesozoic naturalist—”