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QUETZAL'S FLOCK<br />
would have been three and a half metres through one axis and three metres through<br />
the other.<br />
It was like a visit to a tomb. They stood in a reverent silence. It was a majestic<br />
sight which represented an equally majestic concept. The parent was destined to die,<br />
so that the next generation could continue the race. The rib arches which remained<br />
reminded Kane of pictures of ancient temples. The flesh had mouldered into the<br />
purple dust to fertilise the forest of Schwarm needed for the Hatchling. In the normal<br />
course of events, the silicate skeleton would await the next coming of the Dwarf and<br />
would be ground down, back into the soil, or washed away when the ocean swept<br />
over the land. The plain would be swept clean for the next life cycle. It was<br />
impressive in its simplicity.<br />
On the next occasions of the Dwarf's visit, it would all end, for it was destined<br />
to end differently. The Dwarf would not simply create the genetic changes necessary<br />
for regeneration. The Dwarf would bring annihilation. The inner man stirred<br />
restlessly. He was seeking a way to preserve his <strong>Flock</strong>.<br />
Kane thanked Dagh for showing him the wonder. His Body Companion<br />
flushed with pleasure. Kane wondered how a four thousand year old man could still<br />
blush. His gratitude had been sincere, for only two or three times during the thousands<br />
of years of a lifespan, would such an opportunity present itself.<br />
The group moved back on to their original route, stopping on the rise, to catch<br />
the last glimpse of the abandoned corpse. Dagh and Moyta returned to their stations<br />
and Hammadi increased the pace. Kane groaned mentally, it appeared that they were<br />
in for some hard riding to make up for the time lost on the detour. The Picun was an<br />
object of torture which pounded up and down between his legs. He found it incredible<br />
to believe that on Old Earth, they had actually done this sort of thing for pleasure. He<br />
was thankful that he had been born into an age where it was considered to be more<br />
civilised to career around in Skimmers, if on-planet, and Planet Hoppers, if off. At<br />
least, in the normal method of usage, they didn't inflict grievous bodily harm to the<br />
more tender parts of the anatomy.<br />
It was a strange thing, when travelling across a plain as vast as that which<br />
sprawled across Jubal. There was an impression of travelling for hours but coupled<br />
with that was the impression of not really moving. There was nothing to use as a<br />
target. No distant mountain range or any other point of reference. The plain was<br />
simply a succession of ridges, dune after dune of coarse sand and rock, stretching to<br />
the horizon. The Schwarm and the Myrc broke the monotony a little, but after a while,<br />
the drab red tone of everything except the silver Myrc, made Kane want to scream out<br />
for something green, blue or yellow - anything but the perpetual red, even if it did<br />
range from pink to nearly black - it was still red!<br />
Hammadi was still maintaining the faster pace. It was a fair assumption that he<br />
was anxious to get home again. He probably had a mate or two - maybe children. The<br />
thought made Kane kick his heels into the Picun's flank and galvanise it into a faster<br />
gallop. When he had it under control again, he considered the sobering fact that he<br />
might be a grandfather! Hammadi was hardly likely to be celibate, he was after all, his<br />
father's son. A number of women with Hammadi's offspring, threatened to make<br />
Kane the youngest grandfather on record.<br />
It added to his growing apprehension about the meetings which were soon to<br />
take place. Absently, he reached for where the Pentacle usually hung under his Kous<br />
and then he remembered, in view of the outright hatred which existed between Obeid<br />
and Eridos, he had stowed the Pentacle in his bundle of tunics.<br />
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