“I haven’t found any hardcopy Kostroman natural histories,” Adele said idly as she waited. “The files I’ve accessed are all work by offplanet observers as well.”
Astrogation had revived on Kostroma almost as early as on Cinnabar and Pleasaunce, but Kostromans had remained isolated from other star-traveling worlds for another century and a half. Kostroma hadn’t advanced as quickly in some ways without the rivalry of peers, but the culture’s very uniqueness was a benefit in itself.
“Kostromans view the universe as a place to get rich,” Daniel said. He nodded to the assistants to make it clear that he was offering his opinion to everyone, not treating the locals as furniture. “Which they’ve been extremely good at.”
The waterfall of quivering light stabilized. “There,” Adele said with satisfaction. She offered the console’s seat to Daniel. “Six-legged and wingless, though not all your other parameters. See what you think.”
He flopped the handkerchief loosely over the insect to hold it as he sat. Lichen-eaters don’t have to move fast and this one showed no signs of wanting to escape. Daniel viewed the images with growing puzzlement, fingering the virtual keyboard to add and delete parameters.
“It isn’t Terran,” he said in wonder. “It can’t be Terran. The three membranous antennae are like nothing on Earth, quite apart from the other distinctions!”
“Well, Kostroma has been in contact with many hundreds of planets other than Earth,” Adele said. Daniel heard in her voice the same cautiously neutral tones which he’d used when asking about the cataloguing system. “Earth was a likely possibility, but . . .”
Daniel laughed as he rose from the console. “Ah, contact, but not contact before the Founding itself!” he said. “A slowboat colony from Earth was just possible, but not a slowboat bringing bugs and lichen from a non-Earth planet. This site’s really old, Adele. Much older than the Founding. I think from the weathering on the fused rock . . .”
He grimaced. He wished he’d taken a camera on the jaunt, but he’d had no idea of the degree to which his attention would be on the scenery. The scenery besides Bet, that was. Well, the island hadn’t gone anywhere in—
“Thousands of years old. Maybe tens of thousands of years.”
Adele didn’t speak for a moment. The Kostroman assistants looked at one another with the frowns of people who know they’ve missed the point of what they just heard.
“Star-travelling aliens with human physiology,” Adele said.
“Or human star travel, probably through sponge space,” Daniel said. “Probably before recorded history.”
“Before the records to which we have access,” the librarian corrected with a self-mocking smile.
She reverted to her normal working expression, a tautness like that of a cat waiting for the moment she’ll leap on her prey. “Locating the source of the bugs would be my first step, but I don’t have extensive natural history files except for the Cinnabar sphere and Earth. Those two came loaded in the database.”
Daniel gave three quick nods as a placeholder while he settled plans in his mind. “The Aglaia does,” he said. “A broad sweep for the whole region. Not deep, but we don’t need to identify the species. When we find a world where the biota run in these directions—”
He spun the handkerchief like a magician’s wand, holding the corners. He’d have to lay in a supply of lichen for the little creature. There was no way of telling how long they lived.
“—then we can search for details!”
Adele sat at the console. “I can access . . .” she said. She paused with her wands lifted.
Daniel grinned. “No, the Aglaia has blocks you won’t be able to get through even with your little toy here,” he said, patting the frame of the console. “She’s an RCN warship, after all. I’ll go aboard right now and see what I can find, though.”
“Yes,” Adele said in an odd voice. She stood, laying her wands neatly in the tray built on the top of the console. “I should have remembered that information on the Aglaia would be protected. As would that of the Alliance vessels in harbor also, I suppose.”
“Well, I don’t think any Alliance captain would let me come aboard to search his database,” Daniel said, amused at the absurdity of the notion. “But I’ll bet we can get what we need from the Aglaia.”