〃As for trends here on Jijo； just look at the new rhythmic novels being published by some of the northern urrish tribes。 Or the recent burst of hoonish romantic poetry。 Or the GalTwo haiku imagery ing out of the Vale…〃
A sharp whistle cut her short…a guttural stop…mand piped by UrKachu's upstretched throat。 The queue of tired animals jostled to a halt； as the Urunthai leader pointed north of a stone spire； decreeing that a camouflaged shelter be raised in its long； tapered shadow。
In its shadow。。。
Blinking； Sara looked around to see that the night was over。 Dawn…light filtered over the peaks； sifting through an early…morning haze。 They had climbed among the mountains； or at least the rocky foothills； leaving behind the parched Warril Plain。 Alas； they were by now far south of the well…worn trail leading to the Glade of Gathering。
Dedinger's courtliness clashed with his rough appearance； as he excused himself to organize his men。 〃I've enjoyed matching wits；〃 he told her with a bow。 〃Perhaps we can resume later。〃
〃Perhaps。〃
Although the discussion had been a pleasant diversion； she had no doubt the man would sacrifice her； along with all of her ideas； on the altar of his faith。 Sara vowed to be ready for any occasion to sneak her friends away from these fanatics。
Right。 An old man； a boy； a chimpanzee； a wounded alien； and an out…of…shape intellectual…even if we got a huge head start； these urs and desert…men would catch us faster than you can transform a sine wave。
Still； she gazed north toward high peaks where momentous events were taking place in hidden valleys； and thought…We'd better move fast； or else Ifni； God； and the universe will surely move on without us。
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NOW ES OUR TURN TO THREATEN。 Proctors fight to hold back a furious throng； hemming our erstwhile guests inside a circle of rage。 The remaining alien…lovers； mostly humans； form a protective ring around the star…beings； while the twin robots swoop and dive； enforcing a buffer zone with bolts of stinging lightning。
Lester Cambel steps forward； raising both hands for calm。 The raucous noise ebbs； as members of the mob ease their pressure on the harried proctors。 Soon silence reigns。 No one wants to miss the next move in this game； wherein all of us on Jijo are tokens being gambled； to be won or lost； counting on our skill and luck。
Lester bows to the Rothen emissary。 In one hand he bears a stack of metal plates。
〃Now let's drop all pretense；〃 he tells the star…god。 〃We know you for what you are。 Nor can you trick us into genocidal suicide； doing your dirty work。
〃Furthermore； should you try to do the job yourselves； annihilating all witnesses to your illegal visit； you will fail。 All you'll acplish is to increase your list of crimes。
〃We remend that you be satisfied。 Take what you will from this world； and go。〃
The male star…human bursts forth； outraged。 〃How dare you speak so to a patron of your race！〃 Rann chastises； red…faced。 〃Apologize for your insolence！〃
But Lester ignores Rann； whose status has diminished in the eyes of the Six。 A toady/servant does not dictate to a sage； no matter what godlike powers he wields。
Instead； our human envoy offers one of the metal plates to Ro…kenn。
〃We are not proud of this art form。 It uses materials that won't age or degrade back into Mother Jijo's soil。 Rather； it is adamant。 Resistant to time。 Properly stored； its images will last until this world again teems with legal sapient life。
〃Normally； we would send such dross to where Jijo can recycle it in fire。 But in this case； we'll make an exception。〃
The Rothen emissary turns the plate in the morning light。 Unlike a paper photograph； this kind of image is best viewed from certain angles； we/i know what it depicts； do we not； my rings？ The plate shows Ro…kenn and his rades just before that ill…starred pilgrimage…a journey whose horrors still drip vexingly down our waxy core。 Bloor the Portraitist developed the picture to serve as an instrument of blackmail。
〃Other images depict your party in various poses； performing surveys； testing candidate species； often with backgrounds that clearly portray this place； this world。 The shape of glaciers and eroding cliffs will set the date within a hundred years。 Perhaps less。〃
The rewq covering our/my torus…of…vision reveals ripples crisscrossing Ro…kenn's face； again a dissonance of clashing emotions…but which ones？ Are we getting better at reading this alien life…form？ The second of our cognition rings seems deeply curious about the clashing colors。
The Rothen holds out an elegant hand。
〃May I see the others？〃
Lester hands them over。 〃This is but a sampling。 Naturally； a detailed record of our encounter with your ship and crew has also been etched on durable metal； to acpany these pictures into hiding。〃
〃Naturally；〃 Ro…kenn answers smoothly； perusing one plate after another； turning them in the sunshine。 〃You have retained unusual arts； for self…accursed sooners。 Indeed； I have never seen the like； even in civilized space。〃
This flattery draws some murmurs from the crowd。 Ro…kenn is once more being charming。
Lester continues； 〃Any acts of vengeance or genocide against the Six will also be chronicled this way。 It is doubtful you can wipe us out before hidden scribes plete such a record。〃
〃Doubtful indeed。〃 Ro…kenn pauses； as if considering his options。 Given his earlier arrogance； we had expected outrage over being blackmailed in this way； plus indignation over the implied disrespect。 It would not surprise us to see open contempt for an effort by half…beasts to threaten a deity。
Instead； do we now perceive something like cautious calculation cross his features？ Does he realize we have him cornered？ Ro…kenn shrugs in a manner not unlike a human。 〃What shall be done； then？ If we agree to your demands； how can we be certain these will not reappear anyway； to plague our descendants someday？ Will you sell these records to us now； in return for our promise to go in peace？〃
Now it is Lester who laughs。 Turning half toward the crowd； he gestures with one hand。 〃Had you e after the mons experienced another century or two of peace； we might have trustingly accepted。 But who among us has not heard stories told by old…timers who were there when Broken…Tooth deceived Ur…xouna near False Bridge； at the end of the old wars？ What human has not read moving accounts of some great…grandfather who escaped the slaughter at Truce Gorge； during the Year of Lies？〃
He turned back to Ro…kenn。 〃Our knowledge of deceit es self…taught。 Peace was hard…won…its lessons not forgotten。
〃No； mighty Rothen。 With apologies； we decline simply to take you at your word。〃
This time a mere flick of one slender hand holds back the outraged Rann； checking another outburst。 Ro…kenn himself seems amused； although the strange dissonance once more cuts his visage。
〃Then what guarantee have we that you will destroy these items； and not leave them in a place where they may be found by future tenants of this world？ Or worse； by Galactic Institutes； as little as a thousand years from now？〃
Lester is prepared with an answer。
〃There is irony here； Oh mighty Rothen。 If we； as a people； remember you； then we are still witnesses who can testify against your crime。 Thus； if we retain memory； you have reason to act against us。
〃If； on the other hand； we successfully follow the path of redemption and forgetfulness； in a thousand years we may already be like glavers； innocuous to you。 No longer credible to testify。 If so； you will have no cause to harm us。 To do so would be senseless； even risky。〃
〃True； but if you have by that time forgotten our visit； would you not also forget the hiding places where you cached these images？〃 Ro…kenn holds up a plate。 〃They will lie in ambush； like lurker missiles； patiently awaiting some future time to home in on our race。〃
Lester nodded。 〃That is the irony。 Perhaps it can be solved by making a vow of our own…to teach our descendants a song…a riddle； as it were…something simple； that will resonate even when our descendants have much simpler minds。〃
〃And what function will this puzzle serve？〃
〃We will tell our children that if ever beings e from the sky who know the riddle's answer； they must retrieve these items from sacred sites； handing them over to the star…lords…your own successors； Oh mighty Rothen。 Naturally； if we Six retain detailed memory of your crime； we sages will prevent the hand…over； for it will be too soon。 But that memory will not be taught to children； nor passed on with the same care as we teach the riddle。 For to remember your crime is to hold on to a poison； one that can kill。
〃We would rather forget how and why you ever came。 Only then will we be safe from your wrath。〃
It is an ornately elaborate bargain that Lester offers。 In council he had been forced to explain its logic three times。 Now the crowd mutters； parsing the idea element by element； sharing bits of understanding until a murmur of admiration flows like molten clarity around the circle of close…pressed beings。 Indeed； the bargain contains inherent elegance。