Bob
September 2224
Delta Eridani (Eden)
I was sitting in the sun with Buster, watching him casually work a piece of flint, when the Deltan ca running up. He bent over, gasping for breath for a few monts, then straightened. “Archides has been grabbed. I think it was so guys from Caerleon. Must have been.”
I leaped to my feet and almost yelled at the runner, “Have you told Donald? Anyone else?”
He nodded, still gasping. “Yeah, Donald’s gathering so hunters.”
I looked over to see Buster silently gathering his bow and arrows. He didn’t say anything; didn’t look at or at the runner. His fur was flat, his inner turmoil telegraphed by his ears, which were curled in rage. Soone was going to die today.
We hurried over to the hunters’ tree, where a group was forming. Donald waved at as I ca up.
“Well, Robert, it looks like you and Archides might have been right. There’s only one reason for them to grab him.”
I shook my head. “Two reasons, actually. If Fred is involved, he may also be trying to get a reaction from . I’m pretty sure I hurt his feelings, last ti we t.” I glanced at Buster, standing beside . “If Fred’s involved, today is his final day of life, I think.”
Buster stared straight ahead, still not looking at anyone.
I’d set spy drones to searching for any large, fast-moving parties of Deltans. Reports were now starting to co in. I checked the heads-up. It showed two different groups, but only one was on a determined beeline for Caerleon. My bet would be on that one.
I instructed the drones to try for close-ups, and gave them Archides’ profile to identify. Then I turned to Donald. “Chances are they’re on the East Trail, or will be soon. We can cut straight through the Deep Copse to catch up.” I hoped Donald wouldn’t question . I knew for a fact that was true, but I couldn’t explain how without blowing my cover.
Fortunately, Donald took my word for it and started giving orders. In monts, we were running toward the Deep Copse, a thick grove of especially tall, old trees. Paradoxically, because of the thickness of the trees, there was very little underbrush to slow us down. We made it through in minutes.
I held up my hand to stop the group and made a show of listening, then gestured up the trail. We took off at a sprint. It took less than a minute to catch up to the Caerleon group, who I knew had been having a problem with their captive grabbing every tree and branch he could reach. From my position, it looked like they’d solved the problem by beating Archides unconscious and then carrying him.
A low growl escaped my throat, and I hoisted my spear. The Caerleon party, hearing our approach, stopped and ford a defensive semicircle, spears pointing outwards.
Fred stepped forward, grinning his usual smug, nasty grin. “Hello, Robert. Robert’s lackies. I suggest you accept the inevitable. Your friend is going to be—”
Fred looked down at the arrow protruding from his chest. With a surprised expression, he fell to his knees, then collapsed sideways to the ground.
I turned to look at Buster.
“Dibs,” he said with a shrug.
Unfortunately, although I could understand and sympathize with Buster’s actions, the Caerleon gang might retaliate by harming Archides. I would not allow that, even if it ant revealing that the Bawbe was still watching. I called up a squad of busters and sent them to the nearby trees, standing by. ꞦＡɴÒ₿ĚṢ
If at all possible, though, we would take these guys out the old-fashioned way.
The Caerleons were still going through surprise at the quick death, but a few heads had started to turn toward their prisoner. With a roar of anger, I charged the spear line. My friends followed, yelling battle-cries.
I would easily be the first to reach the defenders. But how to handle it? I could, of course, take a couple of spear wounds without slowing my android form. But running around with spears sticking out of would be hard to explain. On the other hand, I didn’t want any of my friends to take a spear. I had less than ten ters to decide on a plan.
Instead of slowing down, I accelerated. As I ca almost to the flint tips of their spears, I threw myself down and sideways. Half sliding, half rolling, I passed under the spear points before the Deltans could react. My tumbling body took out three of the front defenders, and knocked down a couple behind them.
With the sudden hole in the defensive line, the Caerleons were unable to hold off the attackers. The defenders tried to swivel to close the gap, but left themselves open to attack from the side. I heard growls and the smack of colliding bodies, as well as the more cringeworthy cries of people being impaled.
I couldn’t worry about it at the mont, though. A couple of the Caerleons seed to have had exactly the thought I’d been concerned about. As I’d feared, they drew their flint blades and turned to Archides’ limp form.
I grabbed a spear that had been dropped and thrust it at the first enemy. At the last mont, I redirected the spear to what I hoped was a non-fatal attack. The spear passed through Deltan muscle and jabbed the Deltan behind him. I released the spear, leaving both Deltans howling with pain and surprise, grabbed the knife that one had just dropped, and drove it into the thigh of a third enemy.
With the quick removal of three of their number, the others backed away from Archides, fear written on their faces. I pulled my lips back as far as I could and did my best Hulk impression, roaring and gnashing my teeth.
Apparently, it was effective. One tripped while trying to backpedal and sat down abruptly, and the other two turned tail and fled.
I stood over Archides’ still form and spun around, snarling, looking for anyone within reach. At this point, if I had caught soone, I very probably would have done sothing impossible for a Deltan and blown my cover.
Not necessary, though. The battle was over. Three of ours were down. Eight of theirs were down, three of them obviously dead. Including Fred.
Buster and I exchanged silent looks, then we turned to Archides. I knelt and examined him. He was still breathing, although a faint liquid sound in his lungs concerned . The beating looked to have been more enthusiastic than really necessary. Deltans had marvelous healing abilities—I hoped it would be enough, otherwise Archides might lose an eye. The teeth, at least, would grow back.
Very slowly and carefully, Buster and I lifted Archides and headed back to the village.
* * *
A week later, Archides was looking much better. He hadn’t lost the eye, although he was still complaining about blurry vision.
He sat with his granddaughter, Lisa, who went into fits of giggles watching her grandfather eating baby food. He’d be on that diet for a few more weeks, according to Belinda.
Donald sat in front of the fire, nursing a large hunk of jerky. He extended an arm, holding a knife out to . I took the flint blade and examined it.
“Mm, yeah, not exactly up to Archides’ standards.”
“It’s crap,” Donald said. “It looks like you guys were right. We questioned a couple of the survivors, after the dicine woman was done with them. By the way, she thinks you’re an idiot for wasting resources healing enemies.”
I waved the comnt away. “Once the fight is over, everyone bleeds the sa color. And Annie is way more reasonable than Cruella ever was. She would have just told to stuff it.”
Donald nodded. “Anyway, the knife is so of the best work coming out of Caerleon. So they have crap knives and crap spears, and are barely doing better with hunting than how my father says things were back at the old village. They’ve even started to get gorilloids sniffing around again.”
“And they bla us.”
Donald grinned at . “I never said it made sense. I guess it’s our fault for having more skilled people and better tools and better hunting.”
“And more adults.” I grinned back. Then I grew serious. “But if this is the problem, it’s fixable. Just have so of their best and brightest co over and get Archides to train them.”
“I’m sure they’ve thought of it,” Buster cut in, as he ca up and sat down. “But there’s been so much fighting, they probably think we’d just laugh at them.”
“And they don’t want to look weak.”
I rubbed the fur above my eyebrow, the Deltan equivalent of pinching the bridge of my nose. “Unbelievable. So, how do we broach the subject?”
Archides looked up from playing with Lisa. “We should just offer to teach a couple of their people.”
“The teaching thing didn’t work so well before,” I pointed out.
“They weren’t hungry before,” Archides answered. “I bet they’ll pay more attention now.”
We looked at each other around the fire. No one had to put it into words. It was worth a try.
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