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else urrish middlings rode bulging balloons； wafting upward on puffs of torrid air。 Sometimes success caused a local sensation； but none of the efforts had much lasting effect。 Available materials were too heavy； weak； or porous。 The wind was much too strong。
Some； with ardent piety； claimed this was a good thing。 The sky was not where redemption would be found。 Nor in clinging to vanities of the past。 Lark normally agreed with the orthodox view； but in this case； he mused…
Such a modest dream。 To waft a few leagues through the lower air。 Is that so much to ask； when once we had the stars？
He was never one to waste time on idle fancies； though。 Certainly Lark never expected personally to spy down on Jijo's mountains from a great height。
But look at me now！
Ling had clearly enjoyed watching his expression； when she told him of today's plan。
〃We'll be gone most of the day； to pick up some specimens our robots have snared。 Later； as the drones roam farther afield； we'll go for trips of several days at a time。〃
Lark had stared at the alien flying machine； a slender arrow with stubby wings that unfolded after it exited a narrow tunnel from the buried research station。 The hatch gaped like a pair of hungry jaws。
How like Ling to spring this on him without warning！
While Besh loaded supplies； the big blond man； Kunn； shouted； 〃e on； Ling！ We're running late。 Coax your pet aboard or get another。〃
Lark set his jaw； determined to show no emotion as he followed her up a ramp。 He expected a cave…like interior； but it turned out to be more brightly lit than any enclosed space he'd ever seen。 There was no need to let his eyes adapt。
Not wanting to gawk like a yokel； he aimed for a padded seat next to a window and dropped his pack nearby。 Lark sat down gingerly； finding the voluptuous softness neither fortable nor forting。 It felt as if he had settled onto the lap of something fleshy and perhaps queerly amorous。 Moments later； Ling added to his unease by strapping a belt across his waist。 The hissing closure of the metal hatch made his ears feel funny； increasing his disorientation。 The moment the engines came on； Lark felt a strange tickling at the base of his neck； as if a small animal were breathing on the hairs back there。 He could not help lifting a hand to brush away at the imaginary creature。
Takeoff was surprisingly gentle； a wafting motion； rising and turning； then the sky…boat swept away so quickly that he had no chance to survey the Glade and its surroundings； or to seek the hidden valley of the Egg。 By the time he turned around to press close against the window； the continent was already sweeping underneath as they hurtled southward； many times faster than a catapulted stone。 Only minutes later； they dropped away from the alpine hills； streaking over a wide…open plain of steppe grass； which bowed and rippled like the ever…changing surface of a phosphorescent sea。 At one point； Lark spotted a drove of galloping stem…chompers； a genus of native Jijoan ungulates； which trumpeted distress and reared away from the airboat's passing shadow。 A band of urrish herders stretched their sinuous necks in expressions of curiosity mixed with dread。 Near the adults； a group of early middlings gamboled and snapped in mock battle； ignoring their elders' sudden； dark focus on the heavens。
〃Your enemies certainly are graceful creatures；〃 Ling mented。
Lark turned and stared at her。 What's she going on about now？
Ling must have misinterpreted his look； hurrying as if to placate。 〃Of course I mean that in a strictly limited sense； the way a horse or other animal can be graceful。〃
Lark pondered before answering。 〃Hrm。 It's too bad your visit disrupted Gathering。 We'd normally be having the Games about now。 That's when you'd see real grace in action。〃
〃'Games？' Oh； yes。 Your version of the fabled Olympics。 Lots of running and jumping around； I suppose？〃
He nodded guardedly。 〃There are speed and agility events。 Others let our best and bravest test their endurance； courage； adaptability。〃
〃All traits highly prized by those who brought humanity into being；〃 Ling said。 Her smile was indulgent； faintly condescending。 〃I don't imagine any of the six species go up against each other directly in any events； do they？ I mean； it's hard to picture a g'Kek outrunning an urs； or a qheuen doing a pole vault！〃 She laughed。
Lark shrugged。 Despite Ling's hint regarding a subject of great moment…the question of human origins…he found himself losing interest in the conversation。
〃Yes； I suppose it could be。 Hard。 To picture。〃
He turned to look back out the window； watching the great plain sweep by…wave after wave of bending grass； punctuated by stands of dark boo or oases of gently swaying trees。 A distance requiring several days to cross by caravan was dismissed in a few brief duras of blithe flight。 Then the smoldering mountains of the southern range swarmed into view。
Besh； the forayer pilot； banked the craft to get a closer look at Blaze Mountain； circling at an angle so that Lark's window stared vertiginously on a vast lava apron where past eruption layers spilled across a country that was both ravaged and starkly renewed。 For an instant； he glimpsed the smelters that lay clustered halfway up the mighty eminence。 Fashioned to resemble native magma tubes and floes； the forge vented steam and smoke no different from that exhaled by nearby wild apertures。 Of course； the camouflage was never meant to endure scrutiny as close as this。
Lark saw Besh share a knowing glance with Kunn； who tapped one of his magical viewing screens。 Out of several score glowing red lights； outlining the mountain's shape； one was marked by sharp symbols and glowing arrows。 Dotted lines traced underground passages and workrooms where famed urrish smiths labored to make tools out of those special alloys sanctioned by the sages； second in quality only to those produced farther south； near the peak of towering Mount Guenn。
Incredible； Lark thought； trying to memorize the level of detail shown on Kunn's screen； for his report to Lester Cambel。 Clearly that monitor had little to do with the ostensible purpose of this mission…scouting for advanced 〃candidate〃 life…forms。 From a few brief exchanges； Lark reckoned Kunn was no biologist。 Something in the man's stance； his way of moving； reminded one of Dwer stalking through a forest； only more deadly。 Even after generations of relative tranquillity； a few men and women on the Slope still carried themselves like that； experts whose chief job was to circulate each summer from village to village； training local human militias。
Just in case。
Each of the other five races had similar specialists。 A prudent policy； since even now there were regular minor crises…a criminal act here； a wayward tribe of sooners there； and spates of hot…tempered friction between settlements。 Enough to make 〃peacetime warrior〃 no contradiction in terms。
The same might also be true of Kunn。 Looking lethally petent didn't mean he was coiled； preparing to wreak murder。
What's your purpose； Kunn？ Lark wondered； watching symbols flash across the screen； crisscrossing reflections of the outlander's face。 What； exactly； are you looking for？
Blaze Mountain fell behind them as the little vessel now seemed to leap ahead at a new angle； spearing across a brilliant whiteness known as the Plain of Sharp Sand。 For a long time； low dunes swept past； undulating in windswept perfection。 Lark saw no caravans laboring across the sparkling desert； carrying mail or trade goods to isolated settlements of The Vale。 But then； no one sane ranged those searing wastes by day。 There were hidden shelters down there； where travelers awaited nightfall； which even Kunn's rays shouldn't be able to pick out amid the glaring immensity。
That pale dazzle was nothing pared to the next sudden transition； crossing over from the sand ocean to the Spectral Flow； a blurry expanse of shifting colors that made Lark's eyes sting。 Ling and Besh tried to peer at it past their sheltering hands； before finally giving up； while Kunn muttered sourly at the static on his display。 Lark strugg