Chapters (77)
- PROLOGUE: KERRICK
- Title Page
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- ENVOY
- THE WORLDWEST OF EDEN
- YILANÈ
- THE TANU
- THE PARAMUTAN
- DICTIONARIES
- ZOOLOGY
- BANSEMNILLA
- BOAT
- CLOAK
- DEER
- EISEKOL
- ELINOU
- ENTEESENAT
- EPETRUK
- ESTEKEL*
- GREATDEER
- GULAWATSAN
- HÈSOTSAN
- ISEKUL*
- LONGTOOTH
- MASINDUU
- MASTODON
- NAEBAK
- NENITESK
- NESKHAK
- NINKULILEB
- OKHALAKX
- ONETSENSAST
- RUUTSA
- SANDUU
- SPIKE-BACK
- TARAKAST
- UGUNKSHAA
- UNUTAKH
- URUKETO
- URUKTOP
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- About the Author
- About this Title
Kerrick signed agreement and awareness. He had given up trying to explain the relationships of the Tanu sexes. Nadaske would never believe that he wasn’t following Armun’s instructions. “Time to return,” he said, climbing to his feet.
“Query of interest, desire Kerrick to see hèsotsan.”
Nadaske brought out the weapon and pointed to one of the curled and useless legs of the creature. “Smallness of change, occurrence of importance?”
Kerrick took the hèsotsan, the living weapon that was essential for their existence. Any change in the creature was a matter of concern. This one looked like all the others, shriveled eyes shut, atrophied limbs tight against its side. Once the creature had gone through its young and active stage, this permanent change took place. He looked at the leg, at the white dusting on the dark skin, brushed it with his fingertip.
“The skin is gray here, I see that. I don’t think I have ever noticed it before on one of these. Perhaps the creature is getting old. Do you know how long they live?”
“Knowledge lacking. Other than this mark, it functions as always.”
Kerrick took one of his own darts and inserted it under the flap of skin, pointed the hèsotsan towards the ocean and squeezed. There was the familiar crack of sound and the dart flew out in an arc. When he rubbed its lips the mouth slowly opened. It ate the scrap of meat he fed it.
“Seems to be normal in every way. There is no need to worry.”
“Every need to fear,” Nadaske took back the weapon and examined it closely. “No hèsotsan, no life. Death by eating from predators.”
“That is not a worry yet. Fears groundless, future filled with sun and meat.”
Kerrick started back to the camp. When he was out of sight of the shore he stopped and looked carefully at his own hèsotsan. It was normal.
But the seed of worry had been planted. He trotted across the island, eager to return.
He wanted to look closely at the other hèsotsan that the hunters used.
NINETEEN
They never discovered what was causing the trouble; had no idea at all how they could stop it.