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responsibility to allow us that freedom. The Tampies gazed back wordlessly, both with heads tilted sideways at nearly identical angles. Surprised, or deep in thought; Roman wasn t sure which the gesture indicated. Do you understand what I m saying? he prompted. Slowly, Rrin-saa s head returned to vertical. Pulling himself back together. I cannot answer you, Rro-maa. he said. But I will speak to the Tamplissta. This is a thought that must be pondered by all. Roman breathed a quiet sigh of relief. That s all I ask, Rrin-saa. And while you all ponder, consider this, as well. Picking up a small glass vial from the desktop, he offered it to Rrin-saa. Do you have any idea what this is? file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/Timothy%20Zahn%20-%20Warhorse.htm (207 of 212) [10/31/2004 11:25:18 PM] Timothy Zahn - Warhorse Rrin-saa accepted the vial, peered cross-eyed at its contents. It appears to be dust, he said. It is indeed, Roman nodded. Dust sweat, to be exact, taken from one of the dead sharks out there. Dust sweat which, we believe, contains a complete Page 184 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html record of its last few minutes of life. The record of six powerful sharks trying desperately to escape as they re telekened to death by two hundred maddened space horses. Such death is part of the pattern of nature, Rrin-saa said. It is not the same as the hunt we were lied into assisting. I don t argue that, Roman said. My point is something else entirely. What do you think a shark would do if it Jumped into a new star system and encountered a dust sweat record like that? For a long moment Rrin-saa stared at the dust. I do not know, he said at last. I know only that some predators would avoid a place where others had met death; that is all. It s enough, Roman told him, feeling a warm surge of victory. He d feared that the Tampies wouldn t recognize the significance of the dust, or would deny it even if they did. But Rrin-saa had clearly chosen to be both honest and as open as Tampies ever were. Because if the sharks follow that same pattern, then we ve found our defense against them a defense, please note, that doesn t require you to kill the sharks or in any other way interfere with their normal ecological patterns. Rrin-saa peered over the vial at him. Perhaps, he said. But only if there were sufficient dust. There is not. No, Roman agreed, smiling tightly, But there will be. You see, one of the ways we humans alter our environment is by breaking interesting things like dust sweat down to their component molecules& and then duplicating them . We ll be taking four hundred kilograms of the stuff back to the Cordonale with us; in a few weeks we can have tons of it made up, ready to scatter all through your systems. He nodded at the vial in Rrin-saa s hand. So take that sample back to the other Tamplissta& and as you ponder the future of your relationship with humanity, consider that perhaps we were set here in space together for the express purpose of assisting each other. Each race complementing the other, each contributing talents and viewpoints the other lacks. We do not wish to be your enemies, Rro-maa, Rrin-saa said softly. We never have wished that. I m glad, Roman nodded. We, too, don t wish to be your enemies& but we also can never be your duplicates. For perhaps a dozen heartbeats the Tampies sat in silence. Then, shaking abruptly, Rrin-saa rose to his feet. I will bring your words to the Tamplissta, Rro-maa, he said. We will ponder them. That s all I ask, Roman nodded. Then I will thank you for coming, and allow you to return to your preparations for departure. Sso-ngü rose to stand silently beside Rrin-saa. Farewell, Rro-maa, Rrin-saa said, the whiny voice oddly grave as, in unison, both Tampies traced a brief pattern in file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/Timothy%20Zahn%20-%20Warhorse.htm (208 of 212) [10/31/2004 11:25:18 PM] Timothy Zahn - Warhorse the air with their hands. We have learned much aboard Amity . We trust you have learned, as well. Roman nodded. We have indeed, Rrin-saa. Farewell. They turned to Ferrol, still sitting quietly in his corner, and repeated the hand- waving gesture. Then, without looking back, they left. Roman looked at Ferrol, feeling himself sag with the release of tension he hadn t realized he was carrying. I was starting to think that they weren t going to notice you at all, he commented. Page 185 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Ferrol shrugged. I wasn t particularly worried either way. That was a nice speech, Captain probably the most eloquent I ve ever heard actually delivered from memory. Thank you. Let s hope it does some good. It will, if they re honest with themselves, Ferrol said. Misjudging their helpless space horses that badly has got to have done something to that smug confidence of theirs. A good reappraisal of assumptions and prejudices ought to send a lot of them to the trash heap. For a moment Roman was tempted to point out Ferrol s vast experience with reappraising prejudices. It was worth a try, anyway, he said instead. Right. Ferrol hesitated. So. We ll be leaving for Solomon in a few hours, you said? The Amity will, Roman nodded. I gather you won t? Ferrol blinked. How did you know? You ve been spending a lot of time on the laser to the Scapa Flow , Roman reminded him, which was at the time hanging around the Tampy ships. When couriers then started popping in and out, it was pretty obvious you were working a deal. [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ] |
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