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pel-lets, half the rear end went to a beam that missed the main lifter by a
hair.
Flare. Searing. Heat.
Whine of laboring lifters.
Jolting, torsion, thrown against crashwebs. Marrin! Get us out of here. It s
not working. Out! He didn t bother to answer, just sent the flikit in a
wavery sweep toward the trees.
Deafening blast.
Flikit cartwheeling down and down.
Roar of emergency rockets, a gasp of steadier flight, then the
flikit was plowing into the trees, crashing, bouncing.
Final jolting stop.
Silence almost painful.
The flikit was upside down and in a steep tilt, the nose crumpled against the
trunk of the large tree whose branches were supporting it. Shadith was
hang-ing head down and, due to the tilt, higher than
Marrin. She fumbled for the catch on the crash web, swore when her
fingers touched hot, twisted composite, swore again when she heard
Marrin s catch open with that crisp bright click of finely machined
parts.
Marrin chuckled. Stuck? He was clinging to the loosened web so he wouldn t
fall out of the wreck before he was ready to leave it.
Definitely. You ll have to cut me loose. She sighed as she watched him swing
his body so he could get a foothold on the side of the flikit and reach the
storage bins. She started wriggling around to see if she could find a way to
get out of the web without waiting for Marrin and his cutter, but adding her
movements to his made the limbs the flikit rested on creak alarmingly and the
flikit itself began to wobble so she stopped that.
Hah. Got it.
She heard the creak as he started pulling a bin door open.
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Pissssgattt!
The flikit rocked wildly as he swung back into sight, pushed off again. She
heard the clatter and rattle as the bin emptied itself, and the cutters,
ropes, mealpacs and other objects hit the limbs below, then the ground.
The quality of the light was starting to change, going a deep amber. The main
force of the Eolt had arrived.
Marrin got the second bin open and started throw-ing things out of it in what
sounded like a barely con-trolled panic. When he was finished, the flikit
rocked again as he swung back. He grabbed the web, pushed a cutter through it,
then swung away, dropping from limb to limb, using them to slow him a little,
but not much. As she pushed the web away from her to get a shot at cutting it,
she could hear the pound of his feet as he ran off.
She chuckled. Not one of your conventional he-roes, him.
By the time she d cut herself loose and got to the ground, he was not only out
of sight, but out of hearing.
8
Ceam whistled a warning to the band following him, flung himself behind a
small bushy silver dudur and watched the airwagon go careening over the mesuch
fort. Whoever they were in there, the Chave didn t like them, that was sure.
Heruit crept up beside him. What n ... what s that?
I figure it has to be the mesuch from Banikoëh, you know, ones Beni told
about.
Not doing too good, are they.
Better them than us.
You said it. We were figuring it was going to be easy. I dunno.
He s getting out ... aaaahhhhh ... right. Ouch. Hit him in the tailfeathers.
Ceam winced as he listened to the prolonged crashing, the sudden silence.
Figure we ought to go see?
Heruit didn t answer. He d gotten to his feet and was staring at the sky.
Ihoi! Get down before the mesuch spot you. Ceam looked up, got to his feet.
Chel Dé!
The sky was so thick with Eolt the air itself turned gold. And still they kept
coming, swirling in an im-mense silent vortex about the mesuch fort, out
beyond the reach of the mesuch weapons, round and round, the eyes you never
saw only felt fixed hard upon the killing folk. Golden anger. Golden hatred
colder than a killing frost.
Sound of feet running.
Ceam wrested his gaze from the spectacle to stare at the man a stranger with
light brown skin and hair like a cabhi s fleece and a way of moving that said
he was very fit and strong. He carried a pellet gun, heavy and ugly with a
round drum fixed before the stock.
The man glanced at Ceam as he trotted past but said nothing, made no gesture.
He was frowning, an intensity about the way he looked at the mesuch
fort that convinced Ceam this was the one in the airwagon. What he
couldn t manage in the air he was going to try on the ground.
He dropped to one knee suddenly, settled the gun against his shoulder, went
very still, moved his fore-finger to tap a dark spot rimmed in shiny metal.
The pellet gun made an odd spitting sound. A hair later there was a loud
blam! and one of the armored mesuch tilted over. Before the last quiver of
the sound had faded, he was on his feet again and trotting off to disappear in
the shadows under the trees.
A few moments later Ceam heard another blam!, then a third. As the mesuch on
the walls started shoot-ing toward the sound, blowing trees apart or slicing
them up with cutter beams, he grabbed Heruit who was still watching the Eolt,
tugging him deeper into the trees. Mesuch shooting at each other, he said.
Them in the fort, they re getting nervous. Anything that moves they re going
to bang away at.
Heruit rubbed at his eyes. Maybe you know what you re talking about.
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You didn t see him?
Who?
The mesuch out of the flier.
I was watching Them. Thousands of them, Ceam. Maybe all the Eolt there are.
Cha oy, I know. And madder than wet cats. And they re going to get killed.
Fire in the sky, Heruit.
You want to watch? Me, I d rather not see it.
9
Standing behind one of the largest of the kerre trees in the strip of
woodland, Shadith watched the two Fior walk off, glanced out at the sky again
and the circling Eolt and sighed.
Fire in the sky. Goës, I
want it to stop ... they won t listen to me any more now than they did before.
She jumped, caught one of the broad low limbs and pulled herself onto it, then
climbed higher into the tree until she was nearly level with the top of the
wall. She straddled the limb, looked through the flutter of leaves, saw an
armored Chav flicker in and out of view as he ran past the firing slots.
From the shouts and the direction of fire, they were a lot more worried about
Marrin and his rifle than they were about the gathering of the Eolt. She
frowned as she tried to figure what she could do to expand that worry. If her
ability to move small objects had a greater range .... She shook her head.
Trouble with that was she had to be almost in armreach. The Chave were too far
away. She could use the mindride to gather an army of vermin, there were
plenty of small lives lying low here in the woodland strip. But she couldn t
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