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QUETZAL'S FLOCK<br />
under cultivation was far greater than would be required for the limited population of<br />
the Crag Caverns.<br />
There were irrigation channels, fed by the same underground supply which fed<br />
the pools in the caverns. The water glinted black under the fiery light of the star. He<br />
glanced up at it. It was an ugly, red monster - old, decrepit, its bloated surface,<br />
varicosed with blackish purple veins. There was something new, Hammadi reined in<br />
his Picun beside him and looked up. Out to one side, like a gaseous blister, was a what<br />
looked like a gathering boil on the star's equator. It stood out against the magenta sky.<br />
"It is the sign of the Dwarf. Few have seen it."<br />
"And none have lived who have!"<br />
The comment came from within. They looked at him and said nothing. A great<br />
Sentinel soared in the sky above them. It swept back and forth without any apparent<br />
motion of its great wings. Far across the plain, he could see another speck in the sky.<br />
Perhaps, this was the nearest they came to each other. He felt the inner man stir. What<br />
sort of creature could spend such a solitary existence? Never to congregate with its<br />
own kind, not even for the purpose of mating.<br />
Kane had found that part of Hammadi's story hard to swallow. He knew that<br />
lower forms of life had once existed on Old Earth, which had been hermaphroditic.<br />
None had been a creature as biologically developed as these birds. He reminded<br />
himself that this was not Old Earth. On this world, the rules were not the same as for<br />
those which had developed around yellow suns.<br />
Jubal would soon be torn apart. The inner man knew that. It was part of the<br />
plan of the Masters. The planet would not survive another brush with the Dwarf. This<br />
time, the turbulent planet would burst open and spew its magma heart into space.<br />
Nothing could survive, not the descendants of those who had come in the Ship, not<br />
the Sentinels.<br />
He had fallen into a deep reverie. It was a combination of the heat and the<br />
dusty stillness of the plain. The Picun had found its own way deeper into the Schwarm<br />
crop. He was a few hundred meters from his companions, quite close to the rim of the<br />
old crater which housed the Crag Caverns. Before he realised what was happening, a<br />
half dozen riders emerged from beyond the ridge. They wore jet black Kous, hooded<br />
against the pounding heat.<br />
Kane had no sense of danger, the meeting was inevitable. The riders slowed to<br />
a halt in a semicircle around him. They inspected him like a quarry which had been<br />
finally run to earth. He stared back, mildly interested. A grey cloak in a half circle of<br />
black cloaks.<br />
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