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o patrol their cities and homes； thwarting would…be eavesdroppers。〃
〃Using a （specifically） designed life…form to deal with the （annoying） threat…indeed； that would have been the Buyur way；〃 added Ur…Jah。
Lester leaned close to peer at the wasps； whose wings rippled in front of the robot's tiny eyes； beating a maze of colors that reminded me/us of rewq。
〃I wonder what the wasps are showing it；〃 murmured our human sage。
Then Vubben spoke for the first time since the wasps attacked the intruder。
〃Probably exactly what it wants to see；〃 he suggested confidently。
Do you recall； my rings； how we all nodded； sighed； or umbled respectful agreement？ Vubben spoke the words so well； in such tones of wise credibility。 Only later did it occur to we/us to ask ourselves…
What？
What in the world could he possibly mean by that？
Lark
DURING TWO THOUSAND YEARS OF ILLICIT SETTLEMENT； Lark was hardly the first member of the Six to fly。 He wasn't even the first human。
Soon after the sneakship Tabernacle sank forever into the Midden's sucking embrace； men and women used to soar like kites； riding steady offshore winds from the blue ocean all the way to the white peaks of the Rimmer Range。 Back in those days； lacy airfoils used to catch sky…currents； lofting brave pilots to survey their new world from above。
The last silky glider now lay under glass in a Biblos museum； a wonder to behold； made of the mystical materials monomolecular carbon and woven stress polymer； which the brightest wizards of the Chemists' Guild could not reproduce today； even if the sages allowed it。 Time and mishaps eventually smashed all the others； leaving later human generations to walk the heavy ground like everybody else； and erasing one more cause of jealousy among the Six…though lately； since the Great Peace； groups of ambitious youths had resumed a crude version of the pastime； occasionally risking their lives on spindly frames of hollow boo； covered with hand…woven sheets of wic…cotton。 Or 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 l