“Like the Galormis?”
She shuddered. “You do know how to cheer me up.” She stuck her tongue out at him and then laughed when he did. “No, the Galormus were clever, in their own way. They had the wit to act appealing, like the beasts we have all come to know and love through the medium of the three-d tapes. My old practical vet instructor always warned us never to trust any animal, no matter how well we knew, liked or trusted it. But … oh, well. I have been with that dour bunch a lot, and I guess I’m imagining things. This is a happy occasion. So let’s make it one. Tomorrow’s going to be very busy. And,” she added, turning her body to shield her words from anyone nearby, “what are we going to do about a message to EV?”
“Thought about that myself,” and Kai told her how he proposed they handle the problem.
“That’s okay by me, Kai, and eminently sensible. Only I sure do hope we hear within that period. Say, you might ask the Theks in your next contact if they do remember anything about a previous expedition here.”
“Do I convey curiosity or disapproval because we were landed without any knowledge of a previous expedition?”
“Do the Theks appreciate either emotional prod?”
“I doubt it, but the trick is to get them actively thinking about anything.”
“By the time they’ve had their think, we could well be gone from here.” She paused and then, sort of surprised at her own words, added, “You don’t suppose that Elder Thek is from the original group?”
“Varian, it takes a million years to produce the tectonic changes that buried the other cores. Not even a Thek is that long-lived.”
“Its son, maybe? Direct memory transfer? I know they practise that between generations.”
“That could be it?”
“What?”
“How all knowledge of Ireta got lost. Inaccurate memory transfer.”
“There you go again, Kai, accusing the Theks of fallability. And here they’ve done half your work for you!”
Kai gave her a quick worried look but she was teasing him.
“Not the dangerous half … just sketched in the shields. Which reminds me, if you can spare them, I’d like to borrow the heavy-worlders tomorrow. We’ve got to move a lot of equipment and Dimenon says the terrain is wicked. Gaber will have to be on the spot for detailed mapping.”
“Who does that leave in camp on duty?”
“Lunzie prefers to stay in, on call. Divisti wants to do some tests and Trizein won’t stir out of his lab. Oh, fardles, the younger contingent …”
“Don’t worry about them. I’ll take ’em. I’d like to see the pay dirt myself. It’d do them good. We can spin off and leave you to work in peace. I think Bonnard could manage the tell-tagger, even if you don’t–”
“It’s not that I don’t, Varian …”
“I’m teasing you, Kai. But the kids’ll be quite as useful for me to check the vicinity for the deposition of wildlife as the heavy-worlders. So long as we stay in the sled,” she added as she noticed Kai about to caution her.
Lunzie joined them at that point and Kai complimented her on the drink.
Lunzie frowned as she regarded the pitcher of liquid dubiously.
“It’s not right yet. I shall distill it again, to see if I can’t filter out that hint of hydro-telluride.”
“By all means keep at it, Lunzie,” said Kai and held out his beaker for her to fill, complaining when she did not.
“You don’t need a big head for tomorrow. This fruit is potent.” Lunzie nodded towards the heavy-worlders whose deep laughs were rolling through the dome with increased frequency. “They feel its effects and their metabolism can tolerate more alcohol than ours.”
“They do look drunk, don’t they, Varian?”
“Drunk? Perhaps.” It could, Varian thought, account for the way they were handling each other. Alcohol was a mild aphrodisiac for some species. She’d never heard that it affected the heavy-worlders that way. She was wondering if she ought to speak to them when suddenly, as if moved by a spontaneous signal, the heavy-worlders left the dome.
“It’s good to see some who can recognize their limitations?” said Lunzie. I will take their tacit advice, and remove temptation.”