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Brianna pushed forward, jerking away from Lennart's restraining hand. Crimson had risen to her cheeks, leaving the rest of her face waxen pale by comparison.

“You cannot dismiss us like this!” she said. “I am not some degenerate animal, I am a trained scientist! I don't give an
untranslatable
about your adolescent politics. My sole loyalty is to the truth. If you only let us, we can — we
will
— demonstrate all the attributes of a civilized species. Language. Abstract symbology. Time-binding. Complex social interactions. The ability to modify our natural environment.”

She calmed down as she went on, sounding less irate and more rational. Her face regained its natural color. “Even if you reject our oral arguments, you must still consider the evidence of our vehicle. My people have colonized fifty planetary systems to your three, and studied a hundred more. How can you possibly deny our technological achievements?”

“If this is true, the creatures are deserving a deeper investigation,” said one gastropoid. Nadilith, maybe.

It actually paid attention to what she said,
Kithri realized.
Maybe there's some hope here after all.

“Association is not proving origination!” Ru-elliven insisted, barely pausing in its undulating movement. Its resonant voice filled the platform space.

“Then where did they come from?” Nadilith said. “Not from Planet-of-Home, or they would have been discovered centuries ago.”

“It does not matter where they are coming from! What matters is Raerquel's attempt to brainwash this Council using pseudo-scientific trickery!” Ru-elliven said. “You have all received my committee's report.”

“Your committee,” Raerquel interrupted, “is having its collective cerebral ganglia embedded in fixative before consideration of actual data. If I were to train mammalians to mimic the characteristics of personness, surely I would choose some less preposterous history for them.”

Raerquel shuffled forward into the open space between the Council members. “Set aside what you think of my political affiliations. They are not the issue. Look at these creatures! They are mammalians, true, but highly evolved, gifted with conscience and awarenesses that rival our own. Forget their outlandish skeletal shapes and trichotiferous integuments. Listen to the
meaning
of their words, the universality of — ”

“This Council is already sufficiently acquainted with your delusions!” bellowed out another voice.

“Too long have we tolerated Raerquel's dissident political views and unnatural dabblings with lower life forms, for the sake of its honorable Clan.” This was Eatonne, Kithri was sure, standing just to the right of the giant Fillo-'hip. “Many warnings we have given you of the dangers of deviant social thought.”

“Thought of choice is the right of all persons, regardless of Clan or rank!” Raerquel rumbled, withdrawing from the eye of the circle. “It is unethical to conduct scientific investigation to the bigotry of molluscan superior-morality!”

Fillo-'hip undulated forward, still keeping well within the group's subtly circling pattern. “This is not a simple matter of thought freedom, but the derangement of a once brilliant scientist.”

Another gastropoid spoke, “Unusual researches can be tolerated only so long as the behavior of the investigating scientist remains within proper ethical boundaries. Now, with regret, this Council has discovered positive proof of the criminal actions of Raerquel Hath'djan.”

“Neither this Council nor anyone else can be discovering what is not existing!” thundered Raerquel.

“Evidence will be presented at your trial,” said

Ru-elliven.

“Trial!
On what charge?”

“Mental contamination,” answered Fillo-'hip. “I am sorry of this necessity, my old colleague, but the second and more serious charge is
treason.”

Raerquel humped forward, then drew itself up to a tower of silver flesh. “Injustice! This opposition to my mammalian experiments is merely a ruse to silence my attempts to achieve peace with our offspring planets!”

The gastropoids had extended the range of their movements so they almost surrounded Raerquel and the humans. The pulsation of their bodies grew brighter, echoes and intensified by reflections from the wall panels. The rhythms built like a sea-storm. Kithri felt herself drowning in it, dissolving, breaking into a thousand helpless pieces. The individual patterns of light blended, merging into a single, battering wave and there was no way she could stand against it. The air in her lungs became thick and impenetrable, the dappled sunlight on her shoulders ice-edged.

Raerquel stood in front of her, erect and immobile, a pillar of defiance. Kithri kept her eyes locked on Eril's steel-straight back and tried to keep breathing.

The Council halted abruptly in its circling movements. Every second or third gastropoid from the perimeter of the platform slithered forward. The four humans and their scientist ally were completely encircled.

Kithri drew in her breath, mentally cursing herself for not having seen this development earlier. No matter what Brianna said, the Council clearly considered them as Raerquel's
specimens
— or, worse yet, evidence of its treachery. And evidence would be disposable once a verdict was rendered.

“You will now be surrendering yourself and your specimens pending your trial,” said Fillo-'hip.

The gastropoids began closing in, and the mindless revulsion Kithri had first felt at Raerquel's first approach returned in full force. Whatever happened, she did
not
want those things touching her.

“Do not be provoking retaliation by assaultive behavior,” Raerquel said.

“Tell that to
them,
” Eril muttered.

The circle of gastropoids grew tighter. “Control your research animals, Raerquel Hath'djan!” Shuwash called out.

“Scientist Raerquel,” said a calmer voice, the gastropoid to the far right. “If you cooperate with us, we are prepared to suspend the usual procedure of euthanasia for dangerous specimens, pending your trial. If not, you will be endangering their lives as well as your own legal defense. They themselves will confirm the charges that they led you into violent anti-civilized actions.”

Kithri felt something snap inside her, like a rupturing balloon. It was the pirates all over again, only this time she had no promises of jaydium to throw at them. Here they were, in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by hostile slugs. But she couldn't just sit there and let herself be taken prisoner. Every second she delayed, she lost more options.

She darted forward, hoping that a quick shove would be enough to unbalance the nearest gastropoid. Then to hustle Raerquel down to the transport platform and run for it —

A faint hissing sound was all the warning she got. The two closest gastropoids uncoiled their appendages so quickly that all she saw was a blur between the feathered tips. Jets of clear liquid shot out from those delicate strands with such force they criss-crossed over her head. A moment later, the stuff thickened, falling across her like a net. Its first touch was icy cold before the heat of her body warmed it. Then she was held fast, like an insect in an arachnid's web.

The net hardened instantly. Kithri thrust against it with the full power of her shoulders and thighs, toughened by her years in the jaydium tunnels. There was no give in the net and no way to gain leverage against any individual threads. Only the gentle draping around her torso gave her enough space to breath.

“You are not helping by generating antagonism,” pleaded Raerquel. “The best chance for all is convincing the Council of your capacity for personness, even as I was convinced.”

With a sense of blissful relief, Kithri felt the strands around her soften. They did not fall away entirely, but relaxed enough to permit her slow movement. When she pushed against them with more than the lightest force, they instantly became rigid again. She turned around to see the others. They too were caught in webs of gleaming crystal, no more able to move than she was. Eril met her eyes, but she read no censure in them. As for Raerquel, it had disappeared in the crowd of rounded silvery bodies.

After their capture, the four humans were half-pushed, half-carried to a small satellite platform. This was no more than a cell surrounded by featureless translucent walls, unbroken by door or window. Above, far beyond their reach, a filigree canopy admitted splotches of brilliant sunlight. Here the restraining webs were removed, melting at a touch from their captors' tentacles, and they were left alone.

“We have a proverb to describe situations like this,” Brianna said, wringing her hands and moving restlessly back and forth. “We say, ‘From the cookpot down the gullet'. An inelegant expression, true, but at this moment I feel much like the food animals it refers to.”

Kithri leaned against one wall, watching the other woman. Her body tingled with the after-effects of adrenalin, her arms and thighs smarted where the restraining webs had cut deep into her skin, and she wished Brianna would settle down and stop fussing. Sometimes Brianna made her itch all over.

“We're not the issue here,” Lennart said tightly. He sat with his back against the opposite wall, elbows resting on his bent knees. “The Council had it in for Raerquel, and not just because of its
scientific
interests. They're out to get it discredited any way they can. We just gave them a convenient excuse.”

“You're right,” said Eril, standing beside him. “They'll take anything we say as proof of Raerquel's guilt. They don't give a comet's fart what happens to us. Next time, they'll just wipe us. Until now, I just...I didn't see how easy that would be.”

“That's what I thought, too,” Kithri said, “or I wouldn't have tried that stupid stunt.” She wondered what had happened to Raerquel, whether it was confined separately or still being interrogated by the Council...or already tried and executed?

Why should I care what happens to the damned slug? It was Raerquel's peace schemes that got us in this fix!

“Kithri, we were
all
‘jetted up for a fight,” Eril said. “It could have been any one of us to make the first move.”

“But it wasn't, was it?” she snapped. “The rest of you had the sense to stay put.” She took a step towards him, jabbing one thumb towards her chest. “
I
was the one who almost got us killed!”

“They were just using us to get at Raerquel,” Lennart said. “And they didn't kill us offhand, the way they threatened to. Don't be so hard on yourself. Maybe what you did saved us, after all.”

“If we could get them to just
listen
to us,” said Brianna. “Let us
demonstrate
that we're civilized...”

“They'd never give us the chance, just like Eril said,” Kithri said. “You heard the Council. They think we're disgusting lower life forms —
unevolved
, they said. If Raerquel's convicted, what do you think's going to happen to us? Goddamned slugs.”

“Not slugs,
gastropoids,”
said Brianna. “Just because evolution took a different path on their world, allowing molluscans to progress to sapience, while vertebrates remained largely instinctive — ”

“Just
stop
it, would you?” Lennart said. “This is no time for a lecture.”

“I disagree with you,” Brianna shot back. “This is
exactly
the time for rational analysis. All you people think about is rushing from one avoidable predicament to the next. Use your brains for once, instead of your primitive hormones! We need to
understand
what's going on here!”

“If that Council is typical of the powers-that-be here, we're in one hell of a jam,” said Eril. “I've heard that sort of posturing before, from the mouths of generals. ‘Deterring escalation' — that's just a polite way of saying ‘Bomb the blazes out of the other guy before he does it to you.' And we're the ones who'll be caught in the middle.”

Kithri shivered despite the sunlight dappling through the overhead canopy.
Caught in the middle
— just as Stayman had been. Just as Albion had been.

“Raerquel's been our advocate so far,” Brianna continued, undaunted. “But who knows how much longer that will be the case? It's no different from the others, it's only using us for its own purposes. While we may admire its pacifist goals, we still have our own survival to consider. Furthermore, as a scientist, I must avoid even the appearance of involvement in local politics. We know so little of this culture, how can we accurately evaluate what's going on? By accepting Raerquel's unsubstantiated statements? By imposing our own anthropocentric standards? In my professional opinion, our first objective must be to establish our legitimacy with the Council, with the rights and protections of citizenship. Then we can — ”

“Let Raerquel just go hang?” Kithri looked up, stung.

Lennart shook his head. “Pinning our hopes on Council is a dumb idea. They wouldn't give us the time of day if we stood on our heads and asked pretty-please.”

“We have only Raerquel's word on that, just as the supposition that war is imminent,” Brianna countered. “It could have exaggerated the situation for its own purposes and manipulated us into acting as its advocates. May I remind you that it stands charged with
mental contamination?”

“You're as bad as the Council!” Lennart snapped.

Brianna whirled round, her face flushed, and for the first time Kithri saw her as less than beautiful. “So what do
you
suggest we do, throw our lot in with the Master of the Hopeless Cause?”

“At least it's trying to do something,” Lennart replied. He got to his feet, looking as if he'd like to punch her. “Maybe it is hopeless, maybe we're all destined to be blown to smithereens, if we aren't chopped into little pieces first. Like they say, war is a whole lot harder to stop than to start. But I'll tell you one thing, lady, and that's if we don't give it our best try, we'll never find out otherwise.”