Cuckoo’s Egg by C.J. Cherryh

There was a trail. There was a stink of habit here even his nose could tell, musty, old dung, the frequent passage of animals.

Thorn jogged up it. Stink to hide his stink. To confound Duun’s nose. Tracks to hide his tracks. Let Duun guess. Thorn gathered speed and coursed along the trail. There was the taste of blood in his mouth.

(“-They never bother anything,” Duun said of farmer-folk. “They don’t ask to be bothered and we don’t go there.”)

(“Couldn’t we see them, Duun-hatani? Couldn’t we go and see?”) Thorn wondered if they were like the meds and Ellud; if there were- (-O gods, if there were some like me.) In all the wide world Duun spoke of, there must be more like him.

It was what Duun had thought. Fool! he cursed himself. Fool! To maneuver the enemy and not to see it-that was the greatest fool in the world. Scent-blind, sick with livhl, Thorn was seeking a hiding-place, seeking some place rife with scents, with smoke, with tracks and confusion. Cover himself in shonun-scent.

Thorn was going to the one place forbidden him. Change the rules. Upset the game.

Find outsiders and raise it another level still.

(Duun, what’s wrong with me?)

(Slick, the infant said, rubbing at his stomach.)

Faces in the mirror.

(Duun, will my ears grow?)

Duun laid his own ears back and put on speed, risking everything now, risking shame, that a minnow might trap him.

But Thorn already had.

There was a house in the twilight-not a large house like theirs up on the mountain, but a ramshackle thing part metal and part wood. There were fences, put together the same way, of bits and pieces. Fences-Thorn guessed that word: fences, Duun said, kept countryfolk cattle from the woods: and cattle Thorn had seen, from high on the mountaintop, white and brown dots moving across the flat in summer-haze. (“City-meat comes from those,” Duun told him. And Thorn: “Can’t we hunt them?” “There’s no hunting them,” Duun had said. “They’re tame. They’re stupid. They stand there to be killed. Staring at you. They trust shonunin.”)

(“And they kill them, Duun?”)

White animals huddled in their pens. Lights burned near the house on a tall pole in the twilight. Thorn saw the power lines, that led from there two ways, the house, and off across the land- (The power unit’s far away then. Can there be other houses near?) He skirted brush, came up nearer, where he had a closer view of the house, the dusty yard beyond its fence. Hiyi grew there, along the row, all in leaf in this season, flowerless. He heard high voices, the closing of some door. “I’ll get you,” someone shrilled, but there was laughter in the voice. “I’ll get you, Mon!”

More shrieks. Thorn came closer, taking to the road. Beneath the lights, in front of the porch, two small figures ran and raced and played chase.

“Come in here!” a voice called from the open door. “Come in, it’s time to eat.”

They were children. They ran and shrieked and yelled-

Duun’s kind. Thorn’s heart stopped. He stood there in the road and looked beyond the fence and likewise the children stopped their game and stared, they on their side, he on his.

They were like Duun. Like him, in grayer, paler coats. With Duun-like ears, eyes, faces- with all that made up Duun.

“Aiiii!” one screamed. The other yelled. They hugged each other and yelled-to frighten him, he thought; he stood his ground, trembling at the sight. More of Duun’s kind came out.

But children were like Duun. Children were not born hairless; he was not a child gone wrong, failed in growing-

-He was-

(Duun!)

He drew back. A man had run out onto the step. “Get in! Get inside!” Thorn thought it meant him, and delayed. “Ili! Ili! Get the gun!”

(O gods! Guns! Duun!)

He spun on his heel and ran. He heard doors slam, more than once. Heard running come toward the fence, heard voices at his back. “Gods, it’s him!” one yelled, and others took it up. “It’s that thing-that thing!”

It was a trap. Duun had made it. Duun had snared all his paths, all the world: there was no way, nothing, anywhere, that Duun had not seen and set up to trap him-

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