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ambel's footsteps faded； Rety counted twenty duras； then made her own move。 Faking calm； she sauntered toward the young guard； who swiveled when she was close。
Rety gave a smile and an easygoing wave。 〃Well； guess I'm all done for the night。〃 She yawned； sidling past his bulk； sensing his startled indecision。 〃Boy I'll tell ya； that science sure is hard work！ Well； g'night。〃
Now she was outside； gratefully inhaling fresh mountain air and trying not to break into a run。 Especially when he shouted…〃Hey； stop right there！〃
Swiveling around but continuing to walk backward down the path； Rety delayed him a few more seconds by grinning broadly。 〃Yeah？ You need somethin'？〃
〃What。。。 who are you…？〃
〃Got something here I figure the sage'd want to be seein'；〃 she replied with deceptive truthfulness； patting her belt pouch and still backing away。
The guard started toward her。
With a joyful shout； Rety spun about and took off into the forest； knowing pursuit was hopeless at this point。 He had lost his chance； the stinker！ Still； she was kind of glad that he tried。
yee met her where they had agreed； by the log bridge； halfway to the place where she was to join Rann。 On spying her； the little urs yelped and seemed to fly into her arms。
He was less pleased on trying to burrow into his accustomed place； only to find a cold hard object taking up the pouch。 Rety tucked him into the folds of her jacket； and after a moment he seemed to find that acceptable。
〃yee tell wife； yee see…〃
〃We did it！〃 Rety chortled gleefully； unable to contain the rush of an adventure so well closed。 The chase had been a perfect way to finish； leaping and laughing as she ran through the forest； leaving the big oaf to flounder in the dark while she circled around； then slinked right past the noisy guard on her way back to the Glade。
〃You were great； too；〃 she told yee； sharing credit。 〃Would've been harder to do it without you。〃 She hugged his little body till he plained with a series of short grunts。 〃Did you have any trouble getting away from Cambel？〃 she asked。
〃wiseman human no problem； yee get 'way good； but then…〃
〃Great； then it's over。 We better go now； though。 If Rann has to wait； he may not be in as good a mood
〃…but then yee see something on way to meet wife！ whole herd of urs。。。 qheuens。。。 hoons。。。 men。。。 all going sneak…sneak in dark； carry big boxes！〃
Rety hurried down a side trail leading toward the rendezvous point。 〃Hm…hm？ Do tell？ Prob'ly one of those silly pilgrim things； headin' up to pray to that big rock they think is a god。〃 She had only contempt for the superstitions of planet…grubbing sooners。 To her； all the talk she'd heard about the Slopies' fabulous 〃Egg〃 was just more scare…you…in…the…dark stuff； like those tales of ghosts and huge beasts and spirit glavers that were mon campfire fare back in the Gray Hills； especially since Jass and Bom took over。 Whenever times were hard； the hunters would argue into the night； seeking some reason why the prey animals might be angry； and ways to appease them。
〃herd of sneakers not go holy rock！〃 yee protested； 〃head wrong way！ no white robes； no sing…songs！ just sneak…sneak； I say！ sneak with boxes to 'nother cave！〃
Rety's interest was almost piqued； yee sure seemed to think it important。。。。
But just then the trail turned to overlook the little valley where the sky…humans dwelled。 Moonlight spilled across pavilions that seemed strangely less well camouflaged now； in the vivid dimness。
A soft hum warbled from the west； and a glint drew her eye as a glistening teardrop shape floated into view； folding away two delicate wings as it descended。 Rety felt a tingle； recognizing the small flying boat of the forayers； returning from another mysterious expedition。 She watched； transfixed； as the lovely thing settled gracefully to the valley floor。 A hole opened； swallowing it into the ground。
Excitement filled Rety's lungs； and her heart felt light。
〃Hush； husband；〃 she told yee when he plained of being ignored。 〃We got some tradin' and dickerin' to do。
〃Now's when we'll see if they pay what they promised。〃
Asx
MY RINGS； YOU NEED NOT MY WEAKLY FOCUSED musings to inform you。 Surely all of you must feel it； deep within each oily torus core？ The Egg。 Slowly； as if rising from a deep torpor； it wakens！
Perhaps now the mons will be filled once more with ity； with union of spirit； with the meshed resolve that once bound jointly our collective wills。
Oh； let it be so！
We are so fractured； so far from ready。 So far from worthy。
Oh； let it be so。
Sara
THE STACKS WERE INFESTED WITH POLISHER BEES； and the music rooms thronged with hungry； biting parrot fleas； but the chimps on the maintenance staff were too busy to fumigate for minor pests。
While taking some air in the west atrium； Sara watched several of the hairy workers help a human librarian pack precious volumes into fleece…lined crates； then seal them with drippings from a big red candle。 Gobbets of wax clung to the chimps' matted fur； and they plained to each other with furtive hand signs。
This is not correct； Sara interpreted one worker's flurry of gestures and husky grunts。 In this intemperate haste； we are making regrettable errors。
The other replied； How true； my associate！ This volume of Auden should not go in among Greek classics！ We shall never get these books properly restacked when this crisis finally blows over； as surely it must。
Well； perhaps she was generous in her mental translation。 Still； the chimps who labored in these hallowed halls were a special breed。 Almost as special as Prity。
Overhead towered the atrium of the Hall of Literature； spanned by bridges and ramps that linked reading rooms and galleries； all lined with shelves groaning under the weight of books； absorbing sound while emitting a redolence of ink； paper； wisdom； and dusty time。 Weeks of frantic evacuation； hauling donkey…loads to faraway caves； had not made a dent in the hoard…still crammed with texts of every color and size。
Sage Plovov called this hall…dedicated to legend； magic； and make…believe…the House of Lies。 Yet Sara always felt this place less burdened by the supremacy of the past than in those nearby structures dedicated to science。 After all； what could Jijo's savages ever add to the mountain of facts brought here by their godlike ancestors？ A mountain said to be like a sand grain next to the Great Galactic Library。 But the tales in this hall feared no refutal by ancient authority。 Good or bad； great or forgettable； no work of literature was ever provably 〃false。〃
Plovov said…〃It's easy to be original when you don't have to care whether you're telling the truth。 Magic and art arise from an egomaniac's insistence that the artist is right； and the universe wrong。〃
Of course； Sara agreed。 On the other hand； she also thought Plovov was jealous。
When humans came to Jijo； the effect on the other five races must have been like when Earth met Galactic culture。 After centuries with just a handful of engraved scrolls； the urs； g'Kek； and others reacted to the flood of paper books with both suspicion and voracious appetite。 Between brief； violent struggles； nonhumans devoured Terran fables； dramas； and novels。 When they wrote stories of their own； they imitated Earthly forms…like ersatz Elizabethan romances featuring gray…shelled queens； or Native North American legends recast for urrish tribes。
But lately； a flowering of new styles had also started emerging； from heroic adventures to epic poems set in strange meters and rhymes； unraveling the last shreds of order from dialects of GalSeven； and even GalTwo。 Printers and binders had as many orders for new titles as reprints。 Scholars debated what it all might mean…an outbreak of heresy？ Or a freeing of the spirit？
Few dared use the term renaissance。
All of which may end in a matter of days or weeks； Sara pondered glumly。 News from the Glade…brought by a kayak pilot braving the Bibur rapids…showed no change in the sages' grim appraisal of the alien gene…raiders； or their intent。
Well； Bloor should be there by now。 Sara's plan might not dissuade the sky…humans from genocide； but a folk as helpless as the Six must be willing to try anything。
Including Ariana's crazy notion。 Even if it's cruel。
The voice of the elderly sage carried from the chamber behind Sara。
〃There now； dear。 You've struggled long enough with that one。 Let's see what you can make of this nice book。 Have you ever seen symbols and words like these before？〃
Sighing； Sara turned around to reenter the Children's Wing。
The Stranger sat near Ariana Foo's wheelchair； surrounded by volumes bearing bright colors and simple text； printed in large friendly type。 Though his face was haggard； the tall dark man resignedly accepted yet another book and ran his hand over the dots； slashes； and bars of a GalTwo teaching rhyme…a primer meant for young urrish middlings。 Sara was unsurprised when his lips pursed and his tongue clicked as he worked across the page； laboriously。 His eyes recognized the symbols； but clearly； no sense was being made of the