The PSEUDO PEOPLE: The Addict; The Show Must Go On; Geever's Flight; The Fasterfaster Affair; Changeling; Those Among Us; The Life Game; Evidence; The Fires of Night; Steel; Badinage; Juke Doll; Last Rites; The Joy of Living by William F. (editor) (shelly Lowenkopf; James Causey; Charles E. Fritch; Frank Anmar; A. E. van Vogt; Ray Bradbury; Henry Kuttner; Chad Oliver; Isaac Asimov; Dennis Etchison; Richard Matheson; Ron Goulart; Robert F. Young; Charles Beaumont) Nolan & Hoot;

Author:William F. (editor) (shelly Lowenkopf; James Causey; Charles E. Fritch; Frank Anmar; A. E. van Vogt; Ray Bradbury; Henry Kuttner; Chad Oliver; Isaac Asimov; Dennis Etchison; Richard Matheson; Ron Goulart; Robert F. Young; Charles Beaumont) Nolan & Hoot;
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Berkley Medallion
Published: 1967-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

?You?re certain you left them behind??

The sun was just peeking over the edge of the hills, and most of the kin had come out to greet SilverSide as, in wolf form again, she loped from the forest. KeenEye prowled the packed ground outside the entrance to PackHome. She kept looking back into the fog drifting through the shafts of light under the trees.

?I am mostly certain,? SilverSide replied. One of the pups came up to her and playfully nipped her back leg. She gently nudged the pup aside, and it ran back to its mother, yelping. ?I was heading south away from the Hill of Stars, not toward here at all.?

?They will follow your tracks and your scent.? KeenEye would not let go of the argument, but at least it was in respectful KinSpeech and not HuntTongue, where SilverSide might have been compelled to challenge her.

?I became a bird. I left no tracks, and the wind took my scent.?

?You became a bird….? KeenEye?s stance stiffened; she crouched slightly, offensively. That said more than her words.

?You doubt SilverSide, KeenEye?? LifeCrier asked mockingly. ?You saw the Egg. You?ve seen her kill a Hunter, which none of us could do. You saw her kill another of the WalkingStones and escape the Hunters? lightnings. We all know she?s from the OldMother, and yet you scoff. 1 believe her, KeenEye, because I have listened to the tales of the OldMother. I have faith. What of the rest of you??

The kin gave barks of agreement, and SilverSide could scent their pride in her. KeenEye?s lips lifted, exposing teeth.

?It doesn?t matter,? she said disdainfully. ?Bird or not, we?ve still done nothing about the WalkingStones. All we?ve accomplished is to anger them, and if they come here, to PackHome, we will all die. SilverSide might be able to kill one, but what of the rest of us??

KeenEye?s tail thrashed dirt. She fingered the necklace SilverSide had given her. ?How many here have seen the bodies of kin slain by the Hunters?? she continued. ?How many of you have pups who are thin because the meat is scarce? How many mothers have little milk to give the litters? We can?t stand against the WalkingStones. And that is true with or without SilverSide, with or without the OldMother.?

?Then we can go elsewhere,? SilverSide suggested. ?Give the WalkingStones this place and find another. ?

?Where? We?ve already discussed that. The other packs already watch their borders, knowing the trouble we?re having. No other pack will let us into their territory.?

?Then you are telling me that we must stay here,? SilverSide said. ?This is something I need to know?KeenEye, LifeCrier, all the rest of you. I do not know this world as you do. The OldMother left you the task of teaching me about the kin. Must we stay here??

They nodded, howling softly. ?In that, I?m afraid I must agree with KeenEye,? LifeCrier said. ?Our pack is already weak and small. In a fight with other pack-kin, we would all die.?

That answer gave the logic circuits in SilverSide?s brain the information they needed.