First Cycle Part 1

H Beam Piper.

First Cycle.

Chapter One.

For endless millenia the red dwarf, pulled from its home orbit by some random stellar happenstance, crossed the lonely void between the two galaxies of the near universe.

Curving and twisting through the competing attraction-weak but inevitable-of the gravity wells of distant nebulae, it gradually swung around to head toward a particular medium-sized star cl.u.s.ter. Penetrating the cl.u.s.ter, it bore straight toward the eight-planet system of a yellow-white star thirty-eight light years from the cl.u.s.ter's gravitic center.

The eighth planet, and the seventh, and the sixth, were on the far sides of their orbits as the red dwarf approached; but the fifth, a methane giant with three major satellites, was in harm's way. As they closed together, the planet heated; its coating of frigid ga.s.ses flowed, and then vaporized. Great tidal forces tore at the planet's dense, solid core.

Quakes and explosions shook the surface; the atmosphere burned.

For an instant, during which the great planet seemed to hesitate in its...o...b..t, the seismic insult increased past endurance. Two of the three major moons were ripped away; they spiraled inward to the yellow star and disappeared as though they had never been. The third satellite, torn almost equally between its mother planet and the pa.s.sing dwarf, slowed in its...o...b..t, and then, as the red star pa.s.sed, came cras.h.i.+ng down on its primary.

This final shock broke the giant planet into two almost equal halves, and a minor planet's worth of solar debris.

The red dwarf, dragging the broken halves after it, dived toward the yellow star. The fourth planet escaped with no more than superficial damage, the third pa.s.sed unscathed.

But the second was directly in the path of the destroyer. It swung from its...o...b..t, spun madly for an instant, and then hurtled into the red star like a racing scull ramming a battles.h.i.+p.

Relatively, the planet's ma.s.s and impact were trivial; the sacrificial collision, however, prevented a greater catastrophe at the center of the system. The invader caromed slightly off course, lost momentum, and was trapped. The attraction of the yellow sun, the lesser attractions of the planet family, and the red dwarfs own new velocity combined to pin it to an orbit slightly greater than that of the planet it had just annihilated. Spinning around one another like a pair of bar-shot on an ever-shortening bar, the two fragments of the fifth planet followed it.

In time, as time is measured in the cosmos, the system stabilized. The frozen outer planets wheeled around their ancient orbits. The shattered fifth had left a wide gap. There was a thin belt of meteoric debris inside the orbit of the third. And, just beyond the orbit of the vanished second, the new comer and her own new satellite chain traced and re- traced the orbits imposed on them; yellow star, red dwarf, and attendant fragments forming a three-body system at the apexes of a one-hundred and fifty million kilometer equilateral triangle.

The two planet fragments slowly accommodated themselves to one another and to the rest of their violently re-formed solar system. They crumbled, pulled together, compressed into spheres. Stripped of all atmosphere in the cataclysm which had sundered them, they formed now gaseous envelopes, lost them as the heated gas moleculesescaped, formed other atmospheres, and held them as their surfaces cooled. At first they rotated on their own axes as they revolved around a common center of gravity. As they drew closer together, this axial rotation slowed until, at a quarter-million kilometers, they faced each other as though on opposite sides of a merry-go-round mounted on the rim of a gigantic Ferris-wheel, each slightly bulging toward the other. At the center of their inner, or opposing, hemispheres-, high mountains had pushed outward, surrounded by concentric ranges of lower mountains raised by the tilt of the rock strata, sloping back into wide plains which extended to the terminator-zones, which were jumbled badlands of great, shattered boulders. On each, at the point antipodal to the other, the crust had sunk into a deep depression, around which chains of great mountains had been formed.

In the early stages of their formation, one of this pair had received most of the water available. Thus it differed from its twin in that it was covered by a vast ocean, broken only by the tops-of the mountain chain around the central depression on the outer hemisphere, which formed a circle of small island continents, the largest about three million square kilometers in area. The inner hemisphere, the side always facing the twin, had a permanent high tide, which just covered the top of the great peak at the center.

On the sister planet, the central depression of the outer hemisphere was a shallow, brackish sea; there was a chain of lakes and marshes encircling the terminator or Horizon Zone, and another circle of lakes around the central peaks of the inner hemisphere.

On both planets life emerged, quickly on the water world, more slowly on the arid one. Seaweed sprang up from the marshes, wind and spray borne spores invaded the land, and the green of plant life spread over the mineral reds and yellows and browns and grays. Animal life followed. The world-ocean of the water planet sent wave after wave of invaders ash.o.r.e-sea-worms which evolved into earthworms, mollusks, crustaceans, and then a vertebrate fish which developed the ability to breathe air and became an amphibian. On the arid planet, vertebrate life never developed in the central sea; but a crawling slugoid, twenty-five centimeters long, which had invaded the land, developed some of its muscles into cartilage. After another million years, the cartilage hardened to bone.

With some superficial modification, this was the situation on the twin planets when, in the 572nd year of the Primary Dispersion, the Greater Terran Federation s.p.a.ce-cruiser Franklin, G.T.F.H. 17649, Captain Absalom Carpenter, came out of hypers.p.a.ce at the perimeter of the Canis Venatici star-cl.u.s.ter and picked up the binary system on her scanners.

By custom, commanders of G.T.F. s.p.a.ce Navy Exploration and Discovery vessels named newly discovered planetary systems either for themselves or for their s.h.i.+ps, mistresses, wives, or pet dogs. Absalom Carpenter, G.T.F.S.N.E.&.D. Captain, Commanding, was, however, an odd number even in a service not noted for robot-like conformity. The breast of his dress tunic was polychromatic with decoration and campaign and battle ribbons, but he valued them, even the blue one with the silver stars, far less than the single Lit. D. which the University of Montevideo had awarded him for his Internal Clues to the Probable Dates and Ident.i.ties of the Secondary and Tertiary Authors of the Iliad and the Odyssey. So, following some private a.s.sociation-path through the legends of ancient h.e.l.las, he named the yellow star Elektra. The red dwarf, obviously, was named Rubra, and he called the watery planet on which the expedition first landed Thala.s.sa, and its arid companion Hetaira.

Chapter Two

By the end of the first billion years, the coastal marshes of Equatorial Thala.s.sa teemed with life. Pools and channels were clogged with water-gra.s.ses and water-ferns. Great banyan-like trees dipped their branches, sending out new roots to gain additional resistance to storms and floods. Fish-like and worm-like and snake-like things swarmed the waters; beasts ran and crawled on the silted floors, or flew or scampered among the branches.

Twice a year the sun would stand at zenith as it spiralled back and forth around the planet, briefly parching the treetops and driving the flying and scampering beasts down into the lower shadows. The winds would follow, with violent storms of lightning and down-sheeting rain; the rivers would rise, spreading over the whole jungle and driving the creatures of the ground up into the trees. Sometimes whole islands would disintegrate, and matted ma.s.ses of trees would be swept out to sea. Then the storms would end; the air would grow colder; often there would be thin skims of ice on the ponds, and sometimes a few flakes of snow would sift down through the leaf-roof above. And then the air would warm again, there would be fresh vegetation on the flats where the silt had caught, and the jungles would vibrate with life again.

Eventually a small, mammal-like creature made its appearance among these swamps and jungles, living in the trees, sometimes dropping to the ground in search of food. It had four limbs, each terminating in handlike members with four fingers and two opposing thumbs. Its head was almost spherical, a little lopsided at the bottom from heavy jaws. It would eat almost anything-fruit, nuts, grubs, fish, smaller animals, leathery reptile eggs dug out of the mud, and mollusks which it would break out of their sh.e.l.ls. At first it used its teeth for this, later it learned to lay the sh.e.l.lfish on a stone and hammer it open with another stone. It learned to use stones to break through the ice in cold weather to catch fish, and to throw when attacked. Eventually it learned to carry quite large stones into the trees and cache them in crotches to drop on larger animals.

The changes of temperature forced it to develop an efficient internal cooling system, and, in addition, its body was covered with a soft down, really microscopic feathers.

During the hot season it would moult it away and sweat copiously; as the temperature dropped the down would grow out again. The creature built nests in the trees, lining them with soft gra.s.ses and with its own down.

As generations pa.s.sed, it spent more and more of its time on the ground, taking to the trees only to escape the floods or dangerous carnivores; and its physical structure became more and more adapted to life out of the trees. It developed stronger muscles in its rear limbs, and came to rely upon them alone for locomotion, using the hands of its forelimbs for food-gathering. Its posture became more erect; its body grew larger, until, where its little arboreal ancestor had ma.s.sed eight to ten kilograms, the average ma.s.s was now around eighty kilos. It was still covered with greenish down, but it shed it more readily and grew it only in the coldest weather. Its legs became short and st.u.r.dy, its arms long.

Its hands were well adapted to grasping and manipulating; its feet broad and webbed between the toes to give support in the soft mud and speed in the water.Like its ancestors, it still built tree-nests, in which it slept. The chance cobbles which its ancestors had used for missiles or hammers no longer satisfied it; it chose stones discriminatingly and improved them by chipping. It manufactured hand-choppers and flake knives. It gained ability to control and produce fire, and, most important of all, it learned to communicate with its fellows by oral sounds which gradually acquired specific informational values and became words.

Among the ponds and salt-marshes of Hetaira's Horizon Zone another small animal looked up to face a mighty destiny. Its immediate ancestor had been a lizard-like rock- dweller which had enjoyed a brief prosperity when, as a result of a complex chain of ecological events, an order of beetle-like insects on which it had fed had suddenly multiplied in numbers. The increased food supply had caused an explosion in the population of the rock dwellers, which resulted in the rapid over-hunting and extermination of the food-insect. Facing a hungry future, the rock-dwellers were forced into readjustments. Some specialized themselves for feeding on another type of insect, developing a long snout and a beautifully efficient digging-paw. Some took to robbing the nests of an oviparous pterodactyl-thing among the high rocks. And some moved up into the woods above the marshes.

Gradually, over hundreds of thousands of years, the progeny of these last developed binocular vision and forepaws with digits-four fingers of unequal length and a thick, short, opposing thumb. Their bodies were covered with bright red fur; they looked, more than anything else, like cats with the limbs of monkeys. They would eat anything, animal or vegetable. They learned to use sticks for digging out roots and knocking down fruit.

They would use long whip-like withes to kill low flying bat-birds and small animals. A couple of them wielding the long withes could even discourage attacks by fairly large animals. When cornered, they were vicious fighters, with nails and teeth but to escape the larger carnivora they relied chiefly upon agility, and developed longer legs for running and jumping, proportionally smaller torsos, and arms and hands more and more specialized for gathering food.

They were incredibly lecherous beasts; the males chased not only the females of their own species, but of any other even remotely similar. On some of these, not too distantly related, they begot hybrids which occasionally bred true and formed new subspecies; but the real importance of this s.e.xual catholicity was the compet.i.tive development of s.e.x- attraction characteristics among their own females. Instead of pa.s.sively awaiting the male, the female sought him out and flaunted her charms before him. Mating, among these monkey-cats of Hetaira, was not a matter of coy seduction-it was a head-on collision.

This pattern led to a certain tolerance and absence of jealousy among the males; each was quite willing to share his plural mates with another. Instead of the family, the social unit became the gang-a dozen or so males and females, the s.e.x ratio changing with circ.u.mstance, and the randomly-begotten offspring cared for by all.

Such a gang was more than a match for any of the carnivora of Hetaira, and could pull down and kill any but the very largest herbivores. They learned to use stones for hammers and choppers and hand-weapons and missiles; they invented innumerable tricks of cooperative hunting and fighting, and since cooperation demands communication, they slowly developed the rudiments of speech. They made themselves feared; at the approachof one of their gangs, big meat-eaters that had hitherto been kings of the forest learned to slink away, or they did not live to learn.

So, when one such gang of red-furred scamperers rounded a bend in a game-trail and found themselves confronted by a big pink-and-maroon striped thing with vermillion jowl-tufts like Lord Dundreary whiskers and a single sabre-fang at the apex of a V- shaped jaw, one of them picked up a stone and threw it, hitting the tiger-thing in the face.

Instead of fleeing, the beast roared in fury and charged. The gang scattered quickly out of the way. The one directly in front of the animal jumped behind a small bush, pulled it down, waited for an instant, and then released it. The bush lashed forward into the beast's face. Another s.n.a.t.c.hed a ten-foot length of dead branch and shoved it between the animal's front legs. Three more jumped in to catch hold of the tiger-thing's tail; the others swarmed over it with stones and clubs. There was a brief howling, writhing convulsion in the brush, and then the one who had released the bush in the beast's face jumped in with a heavy stone raised in its two hands, and smashed in the thing's head. The others stoned it frantically while it twitched on the ground, and kept stoning it for quite a while after it had stopped twitching. Gradually they realized that the thing was really dead, and the stoning died off and stopped.

Then they saw that their victory had come at a price. One of the females, who had rushed in with a sharp stick when the others had caught the beast's tail, had been ripped from throat to belly by the back-raking claws. The gang stood looking at her for a while, and then first one, then another of them turned and began tearing gobbets of meat from the dead tiger-thing and stuffing them into their mouths.

All but one male, whose favorite mate she had been. He remained crouching beside her, clumsily trying to rearrange the mangled viscera, to close the wound, to somehow arouse her from her endless sleep. Some of the others left the feast to join him. One of the females, still chewing on a piece of tiger-thing flank, put a furry arm over his furry shoulder and tried to comfort him. Tearing the meat with her teeth, she offered him half of it. He sank his teeth into the b.l.o.o.d.y gobbet and chewed, at first mechanically and then with relish. When they finally left the dead female beside the striped body of the beast, he was chewing on a bone and walking beside the female who had comforted him. As he walked the memory of his dead mate began to fade. He liked this female too, and his was not a level of mental activity capable of much projection beyond the immediate.

But somewhere in the back of his mind there smouldered a murderous hatred for the big striped tiger-things. The next time he encountered one, after some twenty sleeps- each of which might have been anywhere from six to twelve hours, broken by waking periods of fifteen to thirty-he s.n.a.t.c.hed up stones and began hurling them rapidly and accurately, gibbering in fury. The maroon-striped, Dundreary-whiskered monster snorted in surprise and fled.

Everything fled or fell before the roving gangs. The whole forest was their playground; they hunted and fed and romped through it for millennia. They might have stopped there, satisfied with the niche they had carved out for themselves, but for one thing. These little red-furred gangsters had begun to think, and to question, and to imagine.

Chapter Three

Upon Thala.s.sa, too, the sun still spiralled up to zenith and back again; the seasons changed and recurred. Forests invaded open gra.s.slands, and gra.s.slands spread after retreating forests. Families and bands of families left the swamp and wandered into the uplands; sometimes other groups, trusting to the protection of their tree-nests, were swept out to sea in the biennial floods, occasionally to survive as castaways upon other sh.o.r.es.

Race after race of these primordial humanoids appeared, wandered, vanished, left their scattered monuments of chipped stone weapons and fire-blackened caves and kitchen- middens.

On the large, roughly triangular continent which would someday be called Gvarda, a race finally appeared which had reached that point in the journey of physical evolution where they were ready to proceed from rudimentary socialization to true cultural advancement. They were short and stocky, but their feet were narrower and less p.r.o.nouncedly webbed, and they could use their two-thumbed hands with equal facility in either direction and possessed considerable flexibility in the elbow joint. The body down had completely disappeared from their green-gray skins; there was still down on their heads, blue-green to green in color. They had large eyes, wide, jutting noses, heavy prognathous jaws, and pointed ears that could be moved independently.

The tree-nests of their ancestors had become tree-houses, flexibly but strongly built to withstand the high winds following the hot seasons. They had learned to twist ropes of bark-fiber and plant-fiber and rawhide and animal-gut, and to make cunning knots and las.h.i.+ngs. They chipped stone expertly, making hafted axes and hammers from the cores, and knives and awls and spear-points from the flakes. They designed a wide variety of bone-tipped fish-spears. They learned to hollow out pirogues from logs, with fire and the stone adze. They wove baskets, and made garments of downy skins.

They called themselves the Navva. As with primitive peoples everywhere, this simply meant "The People."

At times, after the floods, small parties would go up the river in pirogues, to where the more open forests of the uplands began. Such parties would camp and then divide up to hunt and smoke meat, and quarry and chip stone, returning to the delta country before the next flood season with their spoils. Sometimes they would return again and again, bringing their families. Some groups decided to stay, building their tree-houses high and taking chances with the floods. And so permanent villages began to appear along the tributary streams of the big river.

The pirogues which had served so well in the coastal swamps were too clumsy for the smaller streams and too heavy to carry over frequent portages. Some of the upland forests were too open for building tree-houses, but there was no need for them on ground always above flood-level. A house on the ground could be built strong enough to resist all but the largest animals-and those were all herbivores. So they began to build huts of poles and bark, and fence them with pole stockades interwoven with thornbrush. They used their basket-weaving skills to construct lighter boats, covering them with skins treated with animal fats and tree-resins. And, while bending split wood for boat-frames, they invented the bow.With these new skills in transportation and defense and hunting, they spread through the uplands, increasing in numbers as more of their young survived to reach maturity.

Stockaded forest villages appeared at portage-places and the juncture of streams. Canoes and parties on foot pressed up the rivers and along the game-trails. These people no longer called themselves simply "the Navva." They were "Nawadrov," the Forest People, to distinguish themselves from "Nawa-zorf," the Swamp People.

Crossing mountain after mountain, they came at last to the High Ridge, with its drop in three bench-like stages to the plains two kilometers below. Here they found the blue- black Wahanawa, the Not-People. Survivors of one of the races of the past, these were cave-dwellers who had progressed no further than fire and crudely chipped stone hand- axes. At first, when they came swarming out of the rocks to attack, they were feared.

When it was seen that they would just mill around stupidly while they were shot down with arrows, they came to be despised. But it was generations before they were exterminated and the Navvadrov could descend from the High Ridge into the open veldt beyond.

In the swamps, the Navvazorf had begun building their houses on piles, independent of the trees. They constructed silt-traps and levees of earth packed between woven brush fences, and thus filled in selected areas of the swamps. The mudflats widened, and on them were planted the wild gra.s.ses whose seeds they ground into flour, and tubers to roast along with their fish and meat. They found fruit trees and tended them and learned to prune them. Weapons and boats and fis.h.i.+ng-tackle improved; the bark fibers of which they made ropes were woven into mats, and then cloth.

Hunting parties still went up the river; there they met and traded with their cousins the Navvadrov, bringing home the bow and the art of making pots from baked clay. In return the Navvadrov received skin bags of flour, and dried fish, and sh.e.l.l, and mats, and cloth.

The Navvadrov themselves had made something of a beginning at agriculture; they cultivated certain plants to attract game to their area, and soon progressed from this to planting food-crops for themselves. After observing the effects of a few accidental fires on the wild gra.s.slands, they learned to use fire as a tool to clear land for planting.

The introduction of pottery among the Navvazorf further speeded the progress of both peoples. Jars offish-oil and fermented grain beverages went up the river, along with flour, grain, dried fish, and cloth, to be exchanged for flint and obsidian and animal-skins. A regular trading-place came into being on the flat river-beach at the mouth of one of the larger tributaries; from a temporary camp it became a permanent village. Navvadrov families settled there, hunting and farming between visits of the down-river traders. Long sheds were erected to house trade-goods, storage paid for in kind. Bows and arrows were made there; traded skins were sewn into robes, and stone tools were finished and set and reset into wooden handles. The place came to be called Amarush-literally, Where We Sit and Barter.

Among the people of the coastal swamps, a sort of democratic socialism prevailed.

Crops were planted and harvested in common, each family being responsible for its fair share of the work. Catches of fish were smoked and stored as common stock. The business of the villages was conducted in open conclave of all adult males who had "Walked the Walk," as the rite of pa.s.sage for males was called. The women and children yelled a.s.sent or disapproval from the sidelines. So, when the trade with the people up theGvaru became important, each Navvazorf village selected a family to move up to Amarush and deal with the uplanders.

Tammak, chief of the Darbba, sat on his pile of skin robes at the end of the village council-hut and looked across the fire at the dozen-odd tribal elders who had gathered with him. His throat was dry, and his hands clenched on the rawhide-wrapped grip of the stone mace that was both his personal weapon and his scepter of status. It was now, he realized, or never. The thing he was about to pro pose was frighteningly novel, and novelty, at best, was always frightening. A chieftain ruled only as far, and as long, as his people were willing to accept his rule, and this thing he had dreamed of would be hard for them to accept, or even comprehend.

"It is still two sun-trips until the hot season, and the trading will not start for another sun-trip after that," one of the elders said. "Why need we hurry? The longer we wait, the more skins we will have to trade."

"We will not take skins to trade," Tammak explained. "We will take only our weapons. The women and children, who will follow behind us, will carry the skins along with the rest of the household goods."

"But we cannot trade our weapons!" an elder objected. "And why must the women and children come? That has never been heard of. Trading journeys are for men!"

"It is so," Tammak agreed. "But we will not trade. We will go early to Amarush, before any of the trading groups arrive, and we will kill everybody in the village and take it for ourselves."

"A raid? A raid on Amarush? That has never been heard of. No one raids Amarush.

Amarush is the place where we barter."

"And why are we to take our women and children on a raid? That has never been heard of. Let them wait here, where they will be safe!"

"It is not to be a raid. It is to be something-greater-than-a-raid, and we will not return.

We will stay forever in Amarush."

"But our fields are here! And our village! Tammak, the G.o.ds have been spitting on you! The job of our chief is to lead us in defense of our fields and our village, not to lead us away from them!"

"Amarush is a better village than this, and there are good fields at Amarush. We will take Amarush, and trade with the people from down-river who come to Amarush, and the people from the woods, and the mountains. I have seen the traders of Amarush. They live in fine houses, much better than our poor huts. They have garments of thin cloth for the summers and of soft-downed skins and thick quilted cloth for the winters. They sit in the shade of their awnings; they feast, wasting enough food at a meal to feed two families.

Why should we not take what they have and live easily, as they do?"

"But that is not proper, Tammak," one of the elders cried out. Gozzom, who was next eldest to Tammak, and by tribal custom his successor. Tammak s.h.i.+fted his grip slightly on the mace-handle. "We are not traders," Gozzom continued, "we are hunters and farmers. Our fathers were hunters and farmers, and our children will be hunters and farmers. It is what the G.o.ds have chosen for us; it is what the G.o.ds expect of us. It is not right for people who are one thing to try to be something else. It goes against the G.o.ds."

Tammak jumped to his feet, whirling his mace around his head, and smashed it down on Gozzom's skull. The bone crushed like eggsh.e.l.l, and blood and bits of brain splattered the mace and Tammak's arm and chest. Gozzom fell.Tammak stood up straight. He pointed with the blood-splattered mace at Gozzom's body. "Look at that thing," he said as calmly as his heavy breathing would allow. The others stared at the lifeless lump that had been Gozzom, shock and amazement showing on their faces.

"A thing that was once a living man is now something else. And the G.o.ds do not speak! Is there anyone else in this circle who needs to be shown that it is possible to change from one thing to another?"

The elders s.h.i.+fted uncomfortably, but none of them spoke. Together they could have torn him to pieces, and they probably would have liked to at that moment, but the first one would have died in the attempt. None of them wished to be that sacrificial first.

"It is a hard life to be hunters and farmers," Tammak said. "We can be rich and well- fed at Amarush. I have given this much thought over many sleeps. We will take a part of everything that is brought there. We will no longer wear dirty skins. Our children will no longer be naked and hungry-"

There was less trouble with the rest of the tribe. Some of the women made a fearful outcry against leaving familiar homes for a trek into the unknown, but they were only women; the men let them squall or cuffed them into silence. They were soon too busy at the work of constructing the needed new canoes. The younger tribesmen were, without exception, enthusiastic.

When they were ready to start, Tammak had every hut in the village fired, and they paddled downstream with their village burning behind them. Now the Darbba must go on; they had nothing to return to.

It took almost a sun-trip to reach Amarush on the big river. There could, of course, be no night attack on this world of forever-daylight, and as a precaution against raids or forest-fires, the trees had been cleared for two bow-shots around Amarush. But Tammak had given this much thought. The best concealment, he had decided, would be the most open approach. Bundles stuffed with leaves were made of all the sleeping-robes. Chunks of stone were slung on poles and carried between two men. The larger pots and jars were suspended from shoulder-yokes, as though they contained lard or honey. Shouting and singing, the males of the Darbba marched across the cleared ground toward the barter- place at Amarush.

It was early, before the usual beginning of trading. The merchants of Amarush, expecting good bargains in the bundles and pots of these first-comers, flocked out to greet them. Almost all of the merchants were in the market-place when the Darbba flung aside their burdens, s.n.a.t.c.hed up their weapons and set upon them. Within thirty minutes, Amarush and all it contained had fallen to the invaders.

It was then that Tammak showed the wisdom he had gained his years as chief. The houses of the Navvazorf trading representatives were left unmolested. There was no burning or indiscriminate looting. Women and children were spared and adopted into the Darbba tribe, as were the old skilled bowyers, fletchers, flint-knappers and other artisans who had stayed behind in the village. Knowing that what could be done once would probably be attempted again, Tammak immediately put everyone to work constructing a heavy pole stockade all around the village. His people and the Navvazorf traders lived inside the stockade; the trading was carried on at picked places around the outside.

Between trading seasons the women cultivated crops and dressed skins, the men hunted and fished, and made tools and weapons.The Darbba waxed rich after the conquest of Amarush. Tammak bought the products of both the coast and the uplands, and he allowed no trading in Amarush except through his own people. There was a wide variety of merchandise-wine and fish-oil and dried fruits and smoked fish and nuts and nut-oil, rough and shaped flint and quartz and obsidian, skins and baskets and mats and cloth. From the farther uplands a new trade- stone was beginning to trickle in-small pebbles of a soft, s.h.i.+ning yellow stuff which could be pounded into sheets and drawn into wire as no stone could be, and which would, when heated in the hottest part of a charcoal fire, flow like melted tallow.

A large nugget of this stuff was among the loot which fell into Tammak's hands at the taking of Amarush. Laying it on a smooth rock, he beat it with a polished flint hammer, intending to make a cup or bowl of it. However, before he had mastered the technique he had pounded the yellow stuff too thin, so he shaped it into a rough cone. His woman lined it with a cap of downy skin, and Tammak wore it on his head. Years later, when he knew he was going to die, he gave it, and the rule of Amarush, to his eldest son, Vallak.

So Tammak I of Amarush was the first of the kings of Thala.s.sa to wear a golden crown, and it was he who established the principle of royal succession by primogeniture.

Chapter Four

Generation after generation of the red-furred gangsters of Hetaira scampered among the forests, valleys and lakes of the Horizon Zone. The sounds by which they communicated with one another became more varied, the expressed meanings more exact. Their tools and weapons of stone underwent constant improvement, first discarded after use and then retained against future need. The gangs grew larger; splitting when hunting was poor, reuniting and merging in times of plenty. They raided each others'

territory, tried to kidnap or entice each others' females, fought and made friends.

With each advance life became easier. More individuals survived to maturity; pregnant and nursing mothers, and growing young, were better and better nourished; each generation showed the effect. They grew taller, legs lengthening as their posture altered; shoulders widened and hips narrowed. The head became larger with increased brain capacity; the jaws lighter and narrower as the teeth ceased to be used for anything but chewing food. Because the females bore young at fairly long intervals, and because the young were, almost with out exception, single births and very small at birth, pregnancy and childbirth were negligible hards.h.i.+ps, never curtailing other activity. There was little difference between the s.e.xes in strength and endurance, hence the division of labor within the gang was by age and status rather than s.e.x, and the race began its upward journey on a basis of s.e.xual equality.

Over the centuries their artifacts were refined into greater efficiency. Delicately chipped hafted axes appeared, and flake knives with rawhide-wrapped grips, and spears with needle-sharp flint core heads. Fire early became their servant. They made garments of skins, and belts and pouches and packs to carry their multiplying possessions. A fire carrier-the skull of a large animal lined with clay and slung from a rawhide strap-was invented; and from this beginning, pottery was developed. The immemorial trick of springing branches or brush in the face of a pursuer suggested the sling, and eventually the bow. Hetaira was a world without feathers, as Thala.s.sa was a hairless world, but there were stiff broad-bladed gra.s.ses which, when dried and split, made excellent vanes for arrows. They learned to make spear-throwers too, and bolas of rawhide rope weighted with round stones.

These little red gangsters had a vast curiosity about everything, a hunger to know and understand. Unless some immediate cause of hostility existed, gangs of strangers would meet and squat in a circle, exchanging information. They tested everything they found by smelling and tasting and pounding and cutting and burning. They practiced unthinking cruelties of investigation on every living thing they caught. They learned, sometimes by trial and error, and sometimes by accident. But once they had learned, they never forgot.