them.â
âWhat exactly do you hunt spiders for?â I asked him. âWhat good are they?â
âNo good at all,â he replied. âWe use themâfor clothes, sometimes to make other things. Sometimes to eat. But there is nothing we can get from the spiders that the people of the Zodiac cannot give us.â
âAnd youâd rather use the stuff from the Zodiac than get your own?â
âItâs better,â he said.
âBut Danel hunts spiders,â I said. âHe wears that breastplate thing, which is presumably spider hide, or spider shell, or whatever you call it.â
âDanel likes to hunt spiders,â Micheal explained.
âDanel doesnât like the people of the Zodiac ?â
âPerhaps not.â
I observed the diplomatic âperhaps.â
âAnd you like to hunt with him,â I said amiably. âAnd carry the bulk of the load. And you donât even carry a gun to protect yourself.â
âDanel needs someone to hunt with him,â said Micheal flatly, as though that were the sum total of the explanation.
âRather you than me,â I said drily, though it was an extremely pointless remark. I was eyeing his pack and estimating how much heavier than mine it was. He was a strong man. My capabilities, though, had declined since the days before Lapthornâs Grave. Even with the help of the wind I wasnât able to make quite as much use of myself. My semi-fascination with the size of Michealâs load was only a reflection of my own realisation of my decline. Age had rubbed a bit of my capability right out. Two years on that black mountain had reversed the direction of my lifeâs progress. If I didnât fight tooth and claw to retain myself, my days as a crack pilot would be over in seven years and Iâd have to take up engineering or liner-jockeying or renew a long-abandoned intimacy with the ground. The two years which I owed Charlot might be two of the last of my best, and that wasnât going to make them pass any faster or any easier. Lapthornâs Grave had set me on the downhill ride.
But that wasnât what I wanted to talk to Micheal about, and I cleared my mind of it. I talked a little about the forest, but as soon as I managed to actually involve him in the conversation, we had to talk a little more about me. He was interested in me. I told him a few irrelevancies about my personal history and my way of life. Finally, I gained the confidence to touch on certain subjects which might have proved offensive if introduced without care.
âThat spiel you were pouring out night before last,â I said. âIt was mostly for show, wasnât it?â
âSpiel?â he queried.
âSorry,â I said. âThe conversation we all had in your house. It was an exhibition, wasnât it? It was faked.â It wasnât a very friendly thing to say, but I thought that the Anacaon conception of good manners paid a lot more respect to the truth than ours does.
âWhy do you say that?â he asked. I glanced ahead. Linda was too far ahead to overhear, and Eve and Mercede werenât listening.
âIt was a show for Linda,ââ I said. âFor the people of the Zodiac . Youâve never said a word on your own behalf, have you? Your whole dealings with the humans are conditioned by what the humans want from you, arenât they?â
âOf course,â he said. I wondered just how inevitable that was. Attitude is always affected by what people expect, but the Anacaona seemed to have adapted with remarkable enthusiasm and facility to their human-defined role in the Promised Land. It didnât seem natural to me.
âWhy do you capitulate to such an extent so easily?â I asked him directly.
âI canât answer that,â he said. âItâs a question that I can only define in your terms, and in those terms itâs a question which doesnât
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