Star Born | Page 4

of duocorns race into the shelter of a wood. The presence of those
two-horned creatures, so like the pictures he had seen of Terran horses, was insurance
that the snake-devils did not hunt in this district, for the swift-footed duocorns were never
found within a day's journey of their archenemies.
Late afternoon faded into the long summer twilight and still Sssuri kept on. As yet they
had come across no traces of Those Others. Here were none of the domed farm buildings,
the monorail tracks, the other relics one could find about Homeport. This wide-open land
could have been always a wilderness, left to the animals of Astra for their own. Dalgard
speculated upon that, his busy imagination supplying various reasons for such tract. Then
the voiceless communication of his companion provided an explanation.
"This was barrier land."
"What?"

Sssuri turned his head. His round eyes which blinked so seldom stared into Dalgard's as if
by the intensity of that gaze he could drive home deeper his point.
"What lies to the north was protected in the days before the falling fire. Even Those" --
the distorted mermen symbol for Those Others was sharpened by the very hatred of all
Sssuri's kind, which had not paled during the generations since their escape from slavery
to Astra's one-time masters -- "could not venture into some of their own private places
without special leave. It is perhaps true that the city we are seeking is one of those
restricted ones and that this wilderness is a boundary for it."
Dalgard's pace slowed. To venture into a section of land which had been used as a barrier
to protect some secret of Those Others was a highly risky affair. The first expedition sent
out from Homeport after the landing of the Terran refugee ship had been shot down by
robot-controlled guns still set against some long-dead invader. Would this territory be so
guarded? If so they had better go carefully now-
Sssuri suddenly struck off at an angle, heading not northeast now, but directly north. The
brush lands along the foot of the cliffs gave way to open fields, bare except for the grass
rippled by the wind It was not the type of country to attract the night runners, and
Dalgard wondered a little. They should discover water, preferably a shallow stream, if
they wanted to find what the monkey creatures liked best.
Within a quarter-hour he knew that Sssuri was not going wrong. Cradled in a sudden dip
in the land was the stream Dalgard had been looking for. A hopper lifted a dripping
muzzle from the shore ripples and stared at them. Dalgard contacted the animal. It was its
usual curious self, nothing had alarmed or excited its interest. And he did not try to
establish more than a casual contact as they made their way down the bank to the edge of
the stream, Sssuri splashing in ankle-deep for the sheer pleasure of feeling liquid curl
about his feet and legs once more.
Water dwellers fled from their passing and insects buzzed and hovered. Otherwise they
moved through a deserted world. The stream bed widened and small islands of gravel,
swept together in untidy piles by the spring floods, arose dry topped, some already
showing the green of venturesome plants.
"Here--" Sssuri stopped, thrusting the butt of his spear into the shore of one such islet. He
dropped cross-legged on his choice, there to remain patiently until those he sought would
come with the dark. Dalgard withdrew a little way downstream and took up a similar post.
The runners were shy, not easy to approach. And they would come more readily if Sssuri
were alone.
Here the murmur of the stream was loud, rising above the rustle of the wind-driven grass.
And the night was coming fast as the sun, hidden by the cliff wall, sank into the sea.
Dalgard, knowing that his night sight was far inferior to that of the native Astran fauna,
resignedly settled himself for an all-night stay, not without a second regretful memory of
the snug camp by the shore.
Twilight and then night. How long before the runners would make their appearance? He

could pick up the sparks of thought which marked the coming and going of hoppers, most
hurrying off to their mud-plastered nests, and sometimes a flicker from the mind of some
other night creature Once he was sure he touched the avid, raging hunger which marked a
flying dragon, though they were not naturally hunters by darkness.
Dalgard made no move to contact Sssuri. The merman must be left undisturbed in his
mental quest for the runners.
The scout lay back on his miniature island and stared up into the sky, trying to sort out all
the myriad impressions of life about