Now follow Chmeee, who was floating away at speed. What did he have in mind? If only they could talk!

They were moving through residential s.p.a.ce. It was confining for people trying to fly at speed. Cubicles with no doors, or else doors like the doors on a safe; never a curtain for mere privacy. How did Pak protectors live? Glimpses into cubicles showed spartan simplicity. On the floor of a cubicle, a skeleton with swollen joints and a crested skull. One great room was full of what must have been exercise equipment, including a jungle gym that looked a mile high.

They flew for hours. Sometimes there were miles of straight corridor. They could take these at high speed. At other times they had to pick their way.

Doors blocked them. Chmeee dealt with that: the doors sprayed away from the disintegrator beam in a cloud of monatomic dust.

Dust puffed from one big door, and then the dust stopped coming and the door was still there. A blank rectangle. It must be scrith, Louis thought.

Chmeee took them left, around whatever that door guarded. Louis dropped behind Harkabeeparolyn and flew backward, watching for Teela Brown to emerge. The big door remained closed. If it hid Teela Brown, she couldn't detect them through scrith. Even protectors had limits.

They could have been following the tunnel to Needle, moving above it, but they weren't. With Needle's position to establish their orientation, Chmeee was leading them about twelve degrees to antispinward of starboard ... toward a great hemispherical cavity with a moving neutrino source halfway up one wall. Good enough.

They veered right when they could. They pa.s.sed another scrith door, but it wasn't blocking their path. Whatever they had circled, it was big. An emergency control room? They might want to find it again.

Fourteen hours had pa.s.sed, and almost a thousand miles, before they stopped to rest. They slept in a land of waist-high metal doughnut centered in a vast expanse of floor. Purpose unknown-but nothing could sneak up on them. Louis was getting hungry for something besides nutrient syrup. He wondered: had Teela eaten and gone about her business and had time to grow hungry again?

They flew on. They were out of the residential section now, though there were still cubicles here and there, with empty food storage bins and plumbing and nice flat floors for catnaps. But these were tucked away in huge chambers that might hold anything or nothing.

They flew around the perimeter of what must have been a tremendous pump, judging from the racket that pounded their eardrums until they had left it behind. Chmeee led them left, and blasted through a wall, and took them into a map room so large that Louis shrank within himself. When Chmeee blasted the far wall the huge hologram blazed and died, and they moved on.

Close now. They slept on top of a fusion generator that wasn't running. Four hours; then they moved on.

A corridor, and light beyond, and wind blowing them onward.

They emerged into the light.

The sun was just past zenith in a nearly cloudless sky. An endless sunlit landscape stretched before them: ponds, groves of trees, fields of grain, and rows of dark green vegetables. Louis felt like a target. A coil of black wire was taped to his shoulder. Now he pulled it free and flung it away. One end was still attached to his suit. It would radiate heat if she fired now.

Where was Teela Brown?

Not here, it seemed.

Chmeee led them across a range of small hills. He arced down beside a stagnant pond. Louis followed, with Harkabeeparolyn behind him. The kzin was opening his s.p.a.cesuit. As Louis touched down, Chmeee held both palms outward, then mimed holding his suit tightly shut.

Don't open your suit. He meant it for Harkabeeparolyn. She'd been warned, but Louis watched her till he was sure she wouldn't.

Now what?

The land was too flat. Hiding places looked scarce-groves of trees, a handful of soft-edged hills behind them: too obvious. Hide underwater? Maybe. Louis began reeling in the superconductor wire he'd thrown away. They probably had hours to prepare, but when Teela came, she'd come like lightning.

Chmeee had stripped himself naked. Now he put the suit of superconductor cloth back on. He went to Harkabeeparolyn and helped her remove his own impact armor, and donned it. Leaving her that much more helpless. Louis did not interfere.

Hide behind the sun? The small, fusion-powered, neutrino-emitting sun-at least it was no obvious hiding place. Could it be done? With superconductor wire trailing into a pond, he'd only be at the boiling point of water. Tanj, that was clever! It would even have worked, nearer the martian surface, where water would boil at some reasonable temperature. But they were too near the Ringworld floor; air pressure was nearly at sea level.

They might wait for days. The water in the suits would hold out, and the sugar syrup, and Louis Wu's patience, probably. Chmeee was already out of his suit. There might even be prey for him.

But what of Harkabeeparolyn? If she opened her suit she'd be sniffing tree-of-life.

Chmeee had reinflated his pressure suit. Now he pulled his flying belt over it. He set a rock on each toe, then fiddled with the flying belt until it was straining upward. Now, that was clever. Kick the rocks away and flip the thruster on, and an empty suit would fly to the attack.

Louis hadn't thought of anything comparable.

Maybe Teela came here only every couple of weeks. Maybe she stored tree-of-life roots elsewhere.

What did tree-of-life look like, anyway? These glossy clumps of dark-green leaves? Louis pulled one up. There were fat roots underneath, vaguely like yams or sweet potatoes. He didn't recognize the plant, but he didn't recognize anything that lived here. Most of what lived on the Ringworld, and everything here, must have been imported from the galactic core.

Teela laughed in Louis's ear.

Chapter 32 -.

Protector Louis didn't just jump; he screamed inside his helmet. There was laughter in Teela's voice, and a slurring of consonants that she couldn't help: lips and gums fused into a hard beak. "I never want to fight a Pierson's puppeteer again! Chmeee, do you think you're dangerous? That puppeteer almost got me."

Somehow she was activating their dead earphones. Could she track them by the same means? Then they were dead. So a.s.sume she couldn't.

"There were no signals from your ship. Communications dead. I had to know what was happening inside. So I rigged something to hook into the stepping discs. I can tell you that wasn't easy. First I had to guess that a puppeteer might bring stepping discs from his home planet, then I had to deduce how they worked, and build it ... and when I hooked in and flicked over, the puppeteer was reaching for the stasis field switch! I had to guess where the transmitter disc was, and tanj fast! But I got out, and your ship must be in stasis, and n.o.body's coming to help you. I'm coming for you now," said Teela, and Louis heard the regret in her voice.

Nothing to do but wait now. The Hindmost was out of the picture, with all of the equipment aboard Needle. Nothing left but what was in their hands.

It sounded like she'd be a while, though-if she wasn't lying. Louis lifted on his flying belt.

A mile, two miles, and the roof was still far above. Ponds, streams, gentle hills: a thousand square miles of garden turned to wilderness. Lacy-leaved, bell-shaped trees formed a spreading jungle to port. Hundreds of square miles of yellow bushes to spinward and starboard still retained traces of the rows in which they'd been planted.

He found one big entrance to spinward, and at least three smaller ones, including the tunnel to antispinward, the one that had brought them here.

Louis dropped to near the surface. They'd have to defend from four directions. If he could find some kind of bowl shape ... there, off center, a stream with low hills around it. Why not the middle of a stream? He studied it from above, with the feeling that he was missing some crucial point.

Yeah.

Louis streaked back to where Chmeee had taken cover. He shook Chmeee's arm and pointed.

Chmeee nodded. He ran toward the corridor they'd entered by, towing his pressure suit like a balloon. Louis lifted via his flying belt and waved Harkabeeparolyn to follow.

A notched ridge of low hills, with a pond behind. Might make a nice ambush. Louis settled on the crest. He stretched out flat, where he could watch the entrance. He turned for a moment to hurl his coil of superconductor wire toward the pond, and watched to be sure it reached the water.

There was only one way out of Needle. The only stepping disc Teela could have reached led to a probe on the slope of Mons Olympus. Teela's route was the route they'd followed, and it led here.

Several swallows of sugar syrup; several swallows of water. Try to relax. Louis couldn't see Chmeee; he hadn't any idea where the kzin had gone. Harkabeeparolyn was looking at him. Louis pointed at the corridor, then waved her away. She got it. She slid around the curve of a hill. Louis was alone.

These hills were too tanj flat. The thigh-high clumps of dark, glossy green leaves would hide a motionless man, but would impede movement.

Time pa.s.sed. Louis used the sanitary facilities in his suit, feeling helpless and hurried. Back to his post. Stay ready. With her knowledge of the Repair Center's interior transport systems, she'd come fast. Hours from now, or now ...

Now! Teela came like a guided missile, just under the corridor's roof. Louis glimpsed her as he rolled to fire. She was standing upright on a disc six feet across, hanging on to an upright post with handles and controls on it.

Louis fired. Chmeee fired from wherever he hid. Two threads of ruby light touched the same target. Teela was squatting by then, hidden by the disc. She'd seen all she wanted, placed their positions to the inch.

But the flying disc flared ruby flame, and it was falling. Louis had a last glimpse of Teela before she dropped behind the strange, lacy trees.

She had spread a tiny paraglider.

So a.s.sume she's alive and unhurt, and move away fast. Economically, Louis went over the crest of the hill and watched from the other side. It could work, and his tail of superconductor thread was still in the pond.

Where was she?

Something leaped from the crest of the next hill over. Green light speared it in midair, and held while the thing flamed and died. So much for Chmeee's s.p.a.cesuit. But a flight of hand-sized missiles flew toward the base of the green laser beam. Half a dozen white flashes from behind the rise, and the snap! of lightning striking close, showed that Chmeee had succeeded in turning puppeteer-made batteries into bombs.

Teela was close, and she was using a laser. And if she was circling the pond, just beyond the crest ... Louis adjusted his position.

Chmeee's burnt suit had fallen too slowly. A protector would know it was empty. Cthulhu and Allah! How could anyone fight a lucky protector?

Teela popped up, lower down the hillside than Louis had expected, speared Louis on a lance of green light, and was gone before Louis's thumb could move. Louis blinked. The flare shielding in his helmet had saved his eyes. But, instincts or no, Teela was trying to kill Louis Wu.

She popped up again elsewhere. Green light died on black cloth. This time Louis fired back. She was gone; he didn't know whether he'd hit her. He'd glimpsed pliant leather armor a little loose on her, and joints swollen hugely: knuckles and finger joints like walnuts, knees and elbows like cantaloupes. She wore no armor except her own skin.

Louis rolled sideways and down the hill. He started crawling, fast. Crawling was hard work. Where would she be next? He'd never played this game. In two hundred years of life, he'd never been a soldier.

Two puffs of steam drifted above the pond.

To his left, Harkabeeparolyn suddenly stood and fired. Where was Teela? Her laser didn't answer. Harkabeeparolyn stood like a black-robed target; then she ducked and ran down the hill. Flattened out and started to crawl left and upward.

The rock came from her left, and how could Teela have been there that fast? It smacked Harkabeeparolyn's arm hard enough to smash bone and to rip the sleeve open. The City Builder woman stood howling, and Louis waited to see her cut down. Futzfutzfutz! but track the beam -- No beam came. And he shouldn't be watching; he should be acting. He'd seen where the rock came from. There was a cleft between two hills, and he crawled as fast as he dared, to put hillside between himself and Teela. Then around ... Tanj, where was Chmeee now? Louis risked a glance over the crest.

Harkabeeparolyn had stopped screaming. She sniffed. She dropped her flying belt and tore the black cloth away, one-handed. Her other arm flapped loose, broken. She began trying to take off her suit.

Teela had been there. Where would she move? She was ignoring Harkabeeparolyn.

Harkabeeparolyn's helmet wouldn't come loose. She reeled down the hill, straining to rip the fabric one-handed, then smashing at the faceplate with a rock.

Too much time was pa.s.sing. Teela could be anywhere by now. Louis moved again, to a notch carved by a brook now dry. If he tried a hilltop, she'd be watching it.

Could she actually guess his every move? Protector! Where was she now?

Behind me? Louis felt spiders on the back of his neck. He spun around, for no good reason, and fired at Teela as a small metal tool slashed along his ribs. The missile ripped his suit and flesh, and jarred his aim. He clasped his left arm across the torn fabric while playing the ruby beam where Teela had last been. Then she popped up and was gone before the beam could reach her, and a dense metal ball sprayed chips from his helmet.

He rolled downhill, holding his suit shut with his left arm. Through the starred helmet he saw Teela coming at him like a great black bat, and he held the ruby beam on her faster than she could dodge.

Tanj dammit, she wasn't dodging! And why should she? Harkabeeparolyn's suit of black superconductor cloth was now worn by Teela Brown. He held the beam on her with both hands. She'd get warmer than she liked before she killed him. The armored demon bounded toward him with black cloth shredding around her like wet tissue.

Shredding. Why? And what was that smell?

She veered and threw the laser like a missile, sideways, at Chmeee. Disintegrator and flashlight-laser spun away from Chmeee's hand. They crashed together.

The smell of tree-of-life was in Louis's nose and in his brain. It was not like the wire. Current was sufficient unto itself an experience that demanded nothing further to make it perfect. The smell of tree-of-life was ecstasy, but it sparked a raging hunger. Louis knew what tree-of-life was now. It had glossy dark-green leaves and roots like a sweet potato, and it was all around him, and the taste-something in his brain remembered the taste of Paradise.

It was all around him, and he couldn't eat. He couldn't eat. He couldn't eat because of his helmet, and he tore his hands away from the clamps that would release his helmet, because he couldn't eat while the human variant of a Pak protector was killing Chmeee.

He steadied the laser with both hands, as if it might recoil. The kzin and the protector were inextricably tangled and rolling downhill, leaving shreds of black cloth. He followed them down with a thread of ruby light. First fire, then aim. You're not really hungry. It would kill you, you're too old to make the change to protector, it would kill you.

Tanj, the smell! His brain reeled with it. The strain of resisting it was horrible. It was every bit as bad as not resetting his droud every evening of his life for these past eighteen years. Intolerable! Louis held the beam steady and waited.

Teela missed a disemboweling kick. For an instant her leg stack straight out. The red thread touched it, and Teela's shin flashed eye-searing red.

He saw another clear shot that disappeared as he fired. Part of Chmeee's nude pink tail flared and fell away, writhing like an injured worm. Chmeee didn't seem to notice. But Teela knew where the beam was. She tried to throw Chmeee into it. Louis moved the wand of red light clear and waited.

Chmeee had been slashed; he was bleeding in several places; but he was on top of the protector, using his ma.s.s. Louis noticed a sharp-edged rock nearby, like a carefully flaked fist ax, that would crush Chmeee's skull. He released the trigger and aimed at the rock. Teela's hand flashed out for it and burst into flame.

Surprise, Teela!

Tanj, the smell! I'll kill you for the smell of tree-of-life!

A hand gone and a lower leg: Teela should be handicapped by that, but how badly had she damaged Chmeee? They must have been tiring, because Louis caught a clear glimpse of Teela's hard beak in Chmeee's thick neck. Chmeee twisted, and for an instant there was nothing behind Teela's misshapen skull but blue sky. Louis waved the light into her brain.

It took Louis and Chmeee pulling together to open Teela's jaws where they were locked in Chmeee's throat. "She let her instincts fight for her," Chmeee gasped. "Not her mind. You were right, she fought to lose. Kdapt help me if she had fought to win."

And then it was over, except for the blood leaking into Chmeee's far; except for Louis's bruised and possibly broken ribs, and the pain that twisted him sideways; except for the smell, the smell of tree-of-life, and that went on and on. Except for Harkabeeparolyn, now standing in pond water up to bar knees, mad-eyed and frothing at the mouth as she fought to pound her helmet open.

They took her arms and led her away. She fought. Louis fought too: he fought to keep walking away from the rows and rows of tree-of-life.

Chmeee stopped in the corridor. He undogged Louis's helmet and pulled it away. "Breathe, Louis. The wind blows toward the farm."

Louis sniffed. The smell was gone. They took Harkabeeparolyn's helmet off to let the smell out of her suit. It didn't seem to matter. Her eyes were mad, staring. Louis wiped foam from her mouth.

The kzin asked, "Can you resist? Can you hold her from returning? And yourself?"

"Yeah. n.o.body but a reformed wirehead could have done it."

"Urrr?"

"You'll never know."

"I never will. Give me your flying belt."

The straps were tight. They must have hurt, cutting across Chmeee's wounds. Chmeee was gone only a few minutes. He came back with Harkabeeparolyn's flying belt, his own disintegrator, and two flashlight-lasers.

Harkabeeparolyn was calmer, probably through exhaustion. Louis was fighting a terrible depression. He barely heard Chmeee say, "We seem to have won the battle and lost the war. What shall we do next? Your woman and I both need treatment. It may be we can reach the lander."

"We'll go through Needle. What do you mean, lost the war?"

"You heard Teela. Needle is in stasis, and we are left with nothing but our hands. How can we learn what any of this machinery does without Needle's instruments?"

"We won." Louis felt awful enough without the kzin's pessimism. "Teela isn't infallible. She's dead, isn't she? How would she know if the Hindmost was reaching for the stasis switch? Why should he?"