Next is a farm story, if you likebut this is no ordinary farm.
Under the bucolic surface of this tale of another planet, with its
consistent and beautifully worked out details, there is a tricky
problem, about which I will give you one or two hints;
Ecology is something human beings can adapt to suit their own
purposes; right? But human beings in an environment are part
of its ecology . . .
Or: if an experimental animal alters its responses in order to
get food from the experimenterwho is conditioning whom?

BALANCED ECOLOGY

James H. Schmitz
The diamondwood tree farm was restless this morning, llf
Cholm had been aware of it for about an hour but had said
nothing to Auris, thinking he might be getting a summer fever
or a stomach upset and imagining things and that Auris would
decide they should go back to the house so llf's grandmother
could dose him. But the feeling continued to grow, and by now
llf knew it was the farm.
Outwardly, everyone in the forest appeared to be going
about their usual business. There had been a rainfall earlier in
the day; and the tumbleweeds had uprooted themselves and
were moving about in the bushes, lapping water off the leaves.
llf had noticed a small one rolling straight towards a waiting
slurp and stopped for a moment to watch the slurp catch it. The
slurp was of average size, which gave it a tongue-reach of
between twelve and fourteen feet, and the tumbleweed was
already within range.
The tongue shot out suddenly, a thin, yellow flash. Its tip
flicked twice around the tumbleweed, jerked it off the ground
and back to the feed opening in the imitation tree stump within
which the rest of the slurp was concealed. The tumbleweed
said "Oof!" in the  surprised way they always  did when
something caught them, and went in through the opening.
After a moment, the slurp's tongue tip appeared in the opening
again and waved gently around, ready for somebody else of the
right size to come within reach.
llf, just turned eleven and rather small for his age, was the
right size for this slurp, though barely. But, being a human boy,
he was in no danger. The slurps of the diamondwood farms on
Wrake didn't attack humans. For a moment, he was tempted to
tease the creature into a brief fencing match. If he picked up a
stick and banged on the stump with it a few times, the slurp
would become annoyed and dart its tongue out and try to knock
the stick from his hand.
But it wasn't the day for entertainment of that kind. llf
couldn't shake off his crawly, uncomfortable feeling, and while
he had been standing there, Auris and Sam had moved a couple
of hundred feet farther uphill, in the direction of the Queen
Grove, and home. He turned and sprinted after them, caught
up with them as they came out into one of the stretches of
grassland  which  lay  between  the  individual  groves  of
diamondwood trees.
Auris, who was two years, two months, and two days older
than llf, stood on top of Sam's semiglobular shell, looking off to
the right towards the valley where the diamondwood factory
was. Most of the world of Wrake was on the hot side, either
rather dry or rather steamy; but this was cool mountain
country. Far to the south, below the valley and the foothills
behind it, lay the continental plain, shimmering like a flat,
green-brown sea. To the north and east were higher plateaus,
above the level where the diamondwood liked to grow. llf ran
past Sam's steadily moving bulk to the point where the forward
rim of the shell made a flat upward curve, close enough to the
ground so he could reach it.
Sam rolled a somber brown eye back for an instant as llf
caught the shell and swung up on it, but his huge beaked head
didn't turn. He was a mossback, Wrake's version of the turtle
pattern, and except for the full-grown trees and perhaps some
members of the clean-up squad, the biggest thing on the farm.
His corrugated shell was overgrown with a plant which had the
appearance of long green fur; and occasionally when Sam fed,
he would extend and use a pair of heavy arms with three-
fingered hands, normally held folded up against the lower rim
of the shell.
Auris had paid no attention to llf's arrival. She still seemed to
be watching the factory in the valley. She and llf were cousins
but didn't resemble each other, llf was small and wiry, with
tight-curled red hair. Auris was slim and blond, and stood a
good head taller than he did. He thought she looked as if-she
owned everything she could see from the top of Sam's shell; and
she did, as a matter of fact, own a good deal of itnine tenths of
the diamondwood farm and nine tenths of the factory, llf
owned the remaining tenth of both.
He scrambled up the shell, grabbing the moss-fur to haul
himself along, until he stood beside her. Sam, awkward as he
looked when walking, was moving at a good ten miles an hour,
clearly headed for the Queen Grove, llf didn't know whether
it was Sam or Auris who bad decided to go back to the house.
Whichever it had been, he could feel the purpose of going
there.
"They're nervous about something," he told Auris, meaning
the whole farm. "Think there's a big storm coming?"
"Doesn't look like a storm," Auris said.
llf glanced  about the  sky,  agreed silently.  "Earthquake,
maybe?"
Auris shook her head. "It doesn't feel like earthquake."
She hadn't turned her gaze from the factory, llf asked,
"Something going on down there?"
Auris shrugged. "They're cutting a lot today," she said.
"They got in a limit order."
Sam swayed on into the next grove while llf considered the
information. Limit orders were fairly unusual; but it hardly
explained the general uneasiness. He sighed, sat down, crossed
his legs, and looked about. This was a grove of young trees,
fifteen years and lisss. There was plenty of open space left
between them. Ahead, a huge tumbleweed was dying, making
happy, chuckling sounds as it pitched its scarlet seed pellets far
out from its slowly unfolding leaves. The pellets rolled
hurriedly farther away from the old weed as soon as they
touched the ground. In a twelve-foot circle about their parent,
the earth was being disturbed, churned, shifted steadily about.
The clean-up squad had arrived to dispose of the dying
tumbleweed; as Hf looked, it suddenly settled six or seven
inches deeper into the softened dirt. The pellets were hurrying
to get beyond the reach of the clean-up squad so they wouldn't
get hauled down, too. But half-grown tumbleweeds, speckled
yellow-green and ready to start their rooted period, were rolling
through the grove towards the disturbed area. "They would wait
around the edge of the circle until the clean-up squad finished,
then move in and put down their roots. The ground where the
squad had worked recently was always richer than any other
spot in the forest.
Bf wondered, as he had many times before, what the clean-
up squad looked like. Nobody ever caught so much as a glimpse
of them. Riquol Cholm, his grandfather, had told him of
attempts made by scientists to catch a member of the squad
with digging machines. Even the smallest ones could dig much
faster than the machines could dig after them, so the scientists
always gave up finally and went away.
"llf, come in for lunch!" called llf's grandmother's voice.
llf filled his lungs, shouted, "Coming, Grand"
He broke off, looked up at Auris. She was smirking.
"Caught me again," llf admitted. "Dumb humbugs!" He
yelled, "Come out. Lying Lou! I know who it was."
Meldy Cholm laughed her low, sweet laugh, a silverbell
called, the giant greenweb of the Queen Grove sounded its
deep harp note, more or less all together. Then Lying Lou and
Gabby darted into sight, leaped up on the mossback's hump.
The humbugs were small, brown, bobtailed animals, built with
spider leanness and very quick. They had round skulls, monkey
faces, and the pointed teeth of animals who lived by catching
and killing other animals. Gabby sat down beside llf, inflating
and deflating his voice pouch, while Lou burst into a series of
rattling, clicking, spitting sounds.
"They've been down at the factory?" llf asked.
"Yes," Auris said. "Hush now. I'm listening."
Lou was jabbering along at the rate at which the humbugs
chattered among themselves, but this sounded like, and was, a
recording of human voices played back at high speed. When
Auris wanted to know what people somewhere were talking
about, she sent the humbugs off to listen. They remembered
everything they heard, came back and repeated it to her at their
own speed, which saved time. llf, if he tried hard, could
understand scraps of it. Auris understood it all. She was
hearing now what the people at the factory had been saying
during the morning.
Gabby inflated his voice pouch part way, remarked in
Grandfather Riquol's strong, rich voice, "My, my! We're not
being quite on our best behavior today, are we, llf?"
"Shut up," said llf.
"Hush now," Gabby said in Auris' voice. "I'm listening." He
added in llf's voice, sounding crestfallen, "Caught me again!"
then chuckled nastily.
llf made a fist of his left hand and swung fast. Gabby became
a momentary brown blur, and was sitting again on llf's other
side. He looked at llf with round, innocent eyes, said in a
solemn tone, "We must pay more attention to details, men.
Mistakes can be expensive!"
He'd probably picked that up at the factory, llf ignored him.
Trying to hit a humbug was a waste of effort. So was talking
back to them. He shifted his attention to catching what Lou
was saying; but Lou had finished up at that moment. She and
Gabby took off instantly in a leap from Sam's back and were
gone in the bushes, llf thought they were a little jittery and
erratic in their motions today, as if they, too, were keyed up
even more than usual. Auris walked down to the front lip of the
shell and sat on it, dangling her legs. llf joined her there.
"What were they talking about at the factory?" he asked.
"They did get in a limit order yesterday," Auris said. "And
another one this morning. They're not taking any more orders
until they've filled those two."
"That's good, isn't it?" llf asked.
"I guess so."
After a moment, llf asked, "Is that what they're worrying
about?"
"I don't know," Auris said. But she frowned.
Sam came lumbering up to another stretch of open ground,
stopped while he was still well back among the trees. Auris
slipped down from the shell, said, "Come on but don't let them
see you," and moved ahead through the trees until she could
look into the open. llf followed her as quietly as he could.
"What's the matter?" he inquired. A hundred and fifty yards
away, on the other side of the open area, lowered the Queen
Grove, its tops dancing gently like armies of slender green
spears against the blue sky. The house wasn't visible from here;
it was a big one-story bungalow built around the trunks of a
number of trees deep within the grove. Ahead of them lay the
road which came up from the valley and wound on through the
mountains to the west.
Auris said, "An aircar came down here a while ago . . . There
it is!"
They looked at the aircar parked at the side of the road on
their left, a little distance away. Opposite the car was an
opening in the Queen Grove where a path led to the house, llf
couldn't see anything very interesting about the car. It was
neither new nor old, looked like any ordinary aircar. The man
sitting inside it was nobody they knew.
"Somebody's here on a visit," llf said.
"Yes," Auris said. "Uncle Kugus has come back."
llf had to reflect an instant to remember who Uncle Kugus
was. Then it came to his mind in a flash. It had been some while
ago, a year or so. Uncle Kugus was a big, handsome man with
thick, black eyebrows, who always smiled. He wasn't llfs uncle
but Auris'; but he'd had presents for both of them when he
arrived.  He  had  told  llf  a  great  many jokes.  He  and
Grandfather Riquol had argued on one occasion for almost two
hours about something or other; llf couldn't remember now
what it had been. Uncle Kugus had come and gone in a tiny,
beautiful, bright yellow aircar, had taken llf for a couple of
rides in it, and told him about winning races with it. llf hadn't
had too bad an impression of him.
"That isn't him," he said, "and that isn't his car."
"I know. He's in the house," Auris said. "He's got a couple of
people with him. They're talking with Riquol and Meldy."
A sound rose slowly from the Queen Grove as she spoke,
deep and resonant, like the stroke of a big, old clock or the hum
of a harp. The man in the aircar turned his head towards the
grove to listen. The sound was repeated twice. It came from the
giant greenweb at the far end of the grove and could be heard
all over the farm, even, faintly, down in the valley wifen the
wind was favorable, llf said, "Lying Lou and Gabby were up
here?"
"Yes. They went down to the factory first, then up to the
house."
"What are they talking about in the house?" llf inquired.
"Oh, a lot of things." Auris frowned again. "We'll go and find
out, but we won't let them see us right away."
Something stirred beside llf. He looked down and saw Lying
Lou and Gabby had joined them again. The humbugs peered
for a moment at the man in the aircar, then flicked out into the
open, on across the road, and into the Queen Grove; like small,
flying shadows, almost impossible to keep in sight. The man in
the aircar looked about in a puzzled way, apparently uncertain
whether he'd seen something move or not.
"Come on," Auris said.
Hf followed her back to Sam. Sam lifted his head and
extended his neck. Auris swung herself upon the edge of the
undershell beside the neck, crept on hands and knees into the
hollow between the upper and lower shells, llf climbed in after
her. The shell-cave was a familiar place. He'd scuttled in there
many times when they'd been caught outdoors in one of the
violent  electric  storms  which  came  down  through  the
mountains from the north or when the ground began to shudder
in an earthquake's first rumbling. With the massive curved shell
about him and the equally massive flat shell below, the angle
formed by the cool, leathery wall which was the side of Sam's
neck and the front of his shoulder seemed like the safest place
in the world to be on such occasions.
The undershell tilted and swayed beneath llf now as the
mossback started forward. He squirmed around and looked out
through the opening between the shells. They moved out of the
grove, headed towards the road at Sam's steady walking pace.
Jif couldn't see the aircar and wondered why Auris didn't want
the man in the car to see them. He wriggled uncomfortably. It
was a strange, uneasy-making morning in every way.
They crossed the road, went swishing through high grass
with Sam's ponderous side-to-side sway like a big ship sailing
over dry land, and came to the Queen Grove. Sam moved on
into the green-tinted shade under the Queen Trees. The air
grew cooler. Presently he turned to the right, and llf saw a flash
of blue ahead. That was the great thicket of flower bushes, in
the center of which was Sam's sleeping pit.
Sam pushed through the thicket, stopped when he reached
the open space in the center to let llf and Auris climb out of the
shell-cave. Sam then lowered his forelegs, one after the other,
into the pit, which was lined so solidly with tree roots that
almost no earth showed between them, shaped like a mold to fit
the lower half of his body; he tilted forward, drawing neck and
head back under his shell, slid slowly into the pit, straightened
out, and settled down. The edge of his upper shell was now level
with the edge of the pit, and what still could be seen of him
looked simply like a big, moss-grown boulder. If nobody came
to disturb him, he might stay there unmoving the rest of the
year. There were mossbacks in other groves of the farm which
had never come out of their sleeping pits or given any
indication ,of being awake since llf could remember. They
lived an enormous length of time and a nap of half a dozen
years apparently meant nothing to them.
llf looked questioningly at Auris. She said, "We'll go up to
the house and listen to what Uncle Kugus is talking about."
They turned into a path which led from Sam's place to the
house. It had been made by six generations of human children,
all  of  whom  had  used  Sam  for  transportation  about  the
diamondwood farm. He was half again as big as any other
mossback around and the only one whose sleeping pit was in
the Queen Grove. Everything about the Queen Grove was
special, from the trees themselves, which were never cut and
twice as thick and almost twice as tall as the trees of other
groves, to Sam and his blue flower thicket, the huge stump of
the Grandfather Slurp not far away, and the giant greenweb at
the other end of the grove. It was quieter here; there were fewer
of the other animals. The Queen Grove, from what Riquol
Cholm had told llf, was the point from which the whole
diamondwood forest had started a long time ago.
Auris said, "We'll go around and come in from the back.
They don't have to know right away that we're here . . ."
"Mr. Terokaw," said Riquol Cholm, "I'm sorry Kugus Ovin
persuaded you and Mr. Bliman to accompany him to Wrake on
this business. You've simply wasted your time. Kugus should
have known better. I've discussed the situation quite thoroughly
with him on other occasions."
"I'm afraid I don't follow you, Mr. Cholm," Mr. Terokaw
said stiffly. "I'm making you a businesslike proposition in regard
to this farm of diamondwood treesa proposition which will be
very much to your advantage as well as to that of the children
whose property the Diamondwood is. Certainly you should at
least be willing to listen to my terms!"
Riquol shook his head. It was clear that he was angry with
Kugus but attempting to control his anger.
"Your terms, whatever they may be, are not a factor in this,"
he said. "The maintenance of a diamondwood forest is not
entirely a business proposition. Let me explain that to youas
Kugus should have done.
"No doubt you're aware that there are less than forty such
forests on the world of Wrake and that attempts to grow the
trees elsewhere have been uniformly unsuccessful. That and
the unique beauty of diamondwood products, which has never
been duplicated by artificial means, is, of course, the reason
that such products command a price which compares with that
of precious stones and similar items."
Mr. Terokaw regarded Riquol with a bleak blue eye, nodded
briefly. "Please continue, Mr. Cholm."
"A diamondwood forest," said Riquol, "is a great deal more
than an assemblage of trees. The trees are a basic factor, but
still  only  a factor,  of a  closely integrated,  balanced  natural
ecology. The manner of interdependence of the plants and
animals that make up a diamondwood forest is not clear in all
details, but the interdependence is a very pronounced one.
None of the involved species seem able to survive in any other
environment. On the other hand, plants and animals not
naturally a part of this ecology will not thrive if brought into it.
They move out or vanish quickly. Human beings appear to be
the only exception to that rule."
"Very interesting," Mr. Terokaw said dryly.
"It is," said Riquol. "It is a very interesting natural situation
and many people, including Mrs. Cholm and myself, feel it
should be preserved. The studied, limited cutting practiced on
the diamondwood farms at present acts towards its preserva-
tion. That degree of harvesting actually is beneficial to the
forests,  keeps them moving through an optimum cycle of
growth and maturity. They are flourishing under the hand of
man to an extent which was not usually attained in their
natural, untouched state. The people who are at present respon-
sible for themthe farm owners and their associateshave been
working for some time to have all diamondwood forests turned
into Federation preserves, with the right to harvest them re-
tained by the present owners and their heirs under the same
carefully supervised conditions. When Aims and llf come of
age and can sign an agreement to that effect, the farms will in
fact become Federation preserves. All other steps to that end
have been taken by now.
"That, Mr. Terokaw, is why we're not interested in your
business proposition. You'll discover, if you wish to sound them
out on it, that the other diamondwood farmers are not
interested in it either. We are all of one mind in that matter. If
we weren't, we would long since have accepted propositions
essentially similar to yours."
There was silence for a moment. Then Kugus Ovin said
pleasantly, "I know you're annoyed with me, Riquol, but I'm
thinking of Auris and llf in this. Perhaps in your concern for the
preservation of a natural phenomenon, you aren't sufficiently
considering their interests."
Riquol looked at him, said, "When Auris reaches maturity,
she'll be an extremely wealthy young woman, even if this farm
never sells another cubic foot of diamondwood from this day
on. llf would be sufficiently well-to-do to make it unnecessary
for him ever to work a stroke in his lifethough I doubt very
much he would make such a choice."
Kugus smiled. "There are degrees even to the state of being
extremely wealthy," he remarked. "What my niece can expect
to gain in her lifetime from this careful harvesting you talk
about can't begin to compare with what she would get at one
stroke through Mr. Terokaw's offer. The same, of course, holds
true ot llf."
"Quite right," Mr. Terokaw said heavily. "I'm generous in
my business dealings, Mr. Cholm. I have a reputation for it.
And I can afford to be generous because I profit well from my
investments. Let me bring another point to your attention.
Interest in diamondwood products throughout the Federation
waxes and wanes, as you must be aware. It rises and falls.
There are fashions and fads. At present, we are approaching
the crest ot a new wave of interest in these products. This
interest can be properly stimulated and exploited, but in any
event we must expect it will have passed its peak in another
few months. The next interest peak might develop six years
from now, or twelve years from now. Or it might never develop
since there  are  very  few  natural  products which cannot
eventually be duplicated and usually surpassed by artificial
methods,  and there  is no  good  reason to assume that
diamondwood will remain an exception indefinitely.
"We should be prepared, therefore, to make the fullest use of
this bonanza while it lasts. I am prepared to do just that, Mr.
Cholm. A cargo ship full of cutting equipment is at present
stationed a few hours' flight from Wrake. This machinery can
be landed and in operation here within a day after the contract
I am offering you is signed. Within a week, the forest can be
leveled. We shall make no use of your factory here, which
would be entirely inadequate for my purpose. The diamond-
wood will be shipped at express speeds to another world where
I have adequate processing facilities set up. And we can hit the
Federation's main markets with the finished products the fol-
lowing month."
Riquol Cholm said, icily polite now, "And what would be the
reason for all that haste, Mr. Terokaw?"
Mr. Terokaw looked surprised. "To insure that we have no
competition,  Mr.  Cholm.  What  else?  When  the  other
diamondwood farmers here discover what has happened, they
may be tempted to follow our example. But we'll be so far
ahead of them that the diamondwood boom will be almost
entirely to our exclusive advantage. We have taken every
precaution to see to that. Mr. Bliman, Mr. Ovin, and I arrived
here in the utmost secrecy today. No one so much as suspects
that we are on Wrake, much less what our purpose is. I make no
mistakes in such matters, Mr. Cholm!"
He broke off and looked around as Meldy Cholm said in a
troubled voice, "Come in, children. Sit down over there. We're
discussing a matter which concerns you."
"Hello, Auris!" Kugus said heartily. "Hello, llf! Remember
old Uncle Kugus?"
"Yes," llf said. He sat down on the bench by the wall beside
Auris, feeling scared.
"Auris," Riquol Cholm said, "did you happen to overhear
anything of what was being said before you came into the
room?"
Auris nodded. "Yes." She glanced at Mr. Terokaw, looked at
Riquol again. "He wants to cut down the forest."
"It's your forest and llf's, you know. Do you want him to do
it?"
"Mr. Cholm, please!" Mr. Terokaw protested. "We must
approach this properly. Kugus, show Mr. Cholm what I'm
offering."
Riquol took the document Kugus held out to him, looked
over it. After a moment, he gave it back to Kugus. "Auris," he
said, "Mr. Terokaw, as he's indicated, is offering you more
money than you would ever be able to spend in your life for the
right to cut down your share of the forest. Now . . . do you
want him to do it?"
"No," Auris said.
Riquol glanced at llf, who shook his head. Riquol turned
back to Mr. Terokaw.
"Well, Mr. Terokaw," he said, "there's your answer. My wife
and I don't want you to do it, and Auris and llf don't want you
to do it. Now . . ."
"Oh, come now, Riquol!" Kugus said, smiling. "No one can
expect either Auris or llf to really understand what's involved
here. When they come of age"
"When they come of age," Riquol said, "they'll again have
the opportunity to decide what they wish to do." He made a
gesture of distaste. "Gentlemen, let's conclude this discussion.
Mr. Terokaw, we thank you for your offer, but it's been
rejected."
Mr. Terokaw frowned, pursed his lips.
"Well, not so fast, Mr. Cholm," he said. "As I told you, I
make no mistakes in business matters. You suggested a few
minutes ago that I might contact the other diamondwood
farmers on the planet on the subject but predicted that I would
have no better luck with 'them."
"So I did," Riquol agreed. He looked puzzled.
"As a matter of fact," Mr. Terokaw went on, "I already have
contacted a number of these people. Not in person, you
understand, since I did not want to tip off certain possible
competitors that I was interested in diamondwood at present.
The offer was rejected, as you indicated it would be. In fact, I
learned that the owners of the Wrake diamondwood farms are
so involved in legally binding agreements with one another that
it would be very difficult for them to accept such an offer even if
they wished to do it."
Riquol nodded, smiled briefly. "We  realized that the
temptation to sell out to commercial interests who would not be
willing to act in accordance with our accepted policies could be
made very strong," he said. "So we've made it as nearly
impossible as we could for any of us to yield to temptation."
"Well," Mr. Terokaw continued, "I am not a man who is
easily put off. I ascertained that you and Mrs. Cholm are also
bound by such an agreement to the other diamondwood
owners of Wrake not to be the first to sell either the farm or its
cutting rights to outside interests, or to exceed the established
limits of cutting. But you are not the owners of this farm. These
two children own it between them."
Riquol frownerf. "What difference does that make?" he
demanded, "llf is our grandson. Auris is related to us and our
adopted daughter."
Mr. Terokaw rubbed his chin.
"Mr. Bliman," he said, "please explain to these people what
the legal situation is."
Mr. Bliman cleared his throat. He was a tall, thin man with
fierce dark eyes, like a bird of prey. "Mr. and Mrs. Cholm," he
began, ''I work for the Federation Government and am a
specialist in adoptive procedures. I will make this short. Some
months ago, Mr. Kugus Ovin filed the necessary papers to
adopt his niece, Auris Luteel, citizen of Wrake. I conducted the
investigation which is standard in such cases and can assure
you that no official record exists that you have at any time gone
through the steps of adopting Auris."
"What?" Riquol came half to his feet. Then he froze in
position for a moment, settled slowly back in his chair. "What is
this? Just what kind of trick are you trying to play?" he said.
His face had gone white.
Bf had lost sight of Mr. Terokaw for a few seconds, because
Uncle Kugus had suddenly moved over in front of the bench on
which he and Auris were sitting. But now he saw him again and
he had a jolt of fright. There was a large blue and silver gun in
Mr. Terokaw's hand, and the muzzle of it was pointed very
steadily at Riquol Cholm.
"Mr. Cholm," Mr. Terokaw said, "before Mr. Bliman
concludes his explanation, allow me to caution you! I do not
wish to kill you. This gun, in fact, is not designed to kill. But if I
pull the trigger, you will be in excruciating pain for some
minutes. You are an elderly man and it is possible that you
would not survive the experience. This would not incon-
venience us very seriously. Therefore, stay seated and give up
any thoughts of summoning help . . . Kugus, watch the chil-
dren. Mr. Bliman, let me speak to Mr. Het before you resume."
He put his left hand up to his face, and llf saw he was
wearing a wrist-talker. "Het," Mr. Terokaw said to the talker
without taking his eyes off Riquol Cholm, "you are aware, I
believe, that the children are with us in the house?"
The wrist-talker made murmuring sounds for a few seconds,
then stopped.
"Yes," Mr. Terokaw said. "There should be no problem about
it.  But  let  me  know  if  you  see  somebody  approaching  the
area . . ." He put his hand back down on the table. "Mr.
Bliman, please continue."
Mr. Bliman cleared his throat again.
"Mr. Kugus Ovin," he said, "is now officially recorded as the
parent by adoption of his niece, Aims Luteel. Since Auris has
not yet reached the age where her formal consent to this action
would be required, the matter is settled."
"Meaning," Mr. Terokaw added, "that Kugus can act for
Auris in such affairs as selling the cutting rights on this tree
farm. Mr. Cholm, if you are thinking of taking legali action
against us,  forget it.  You  may have had  certain  papers
purporting to show that the girl was your adopted child filed
away in the deposit vault of a bank. If so, those papers have
been destroyed. With enough money, many things become
possible. Neither you nor Mrs. Cholm nor the two children will
do or say anything that might cause trouble to me. Since you
have made no rash moves, Mr. Bliman will now use an
instrument to put you and Mrs. Cholm painlessly to sleep for
the few hours required to get you off this planet. Later, if you
should be questioned in connection with this situation, you will
say about it only what certain psychological experts will have
impressed on you to say, and within a few months, nobody will
be taking any further interest whatever in what is happening
here today.
"Please do not think that I am a cruel man. I am not. I merely
take what steps are required to carry out my purpose. Mr.
Bliman, please proceed!"
llf felt a quiver of terror. Uncle Kugus was holding his wrist
with one hand and Auris' wrist with the other, smiling reassur-
ingly down at them. llf darted a glance over to Auris' face. She
looked as white as his grandparents but she was making no
attempt to squirm away from Kugus, so llf stayed quiet, too.
Mr. Bliman stood up, looking more like a fierce bird of prey
than ever, and stalked over to Riquol Cholm, holding some-
thing in his hand that looked unpleasantly like another gun.
llf shut his eyes.  There was a moment of silence, then Mr.
Terokaw said, "Catch him before he falls out of the chair.
Mrs. Cholm, if you will just settle back comfortably . . ."
There was another moment of silence. Then, from beside
him, llf heard Auris speak.
It wasn't regular speech but a quick burst of thin, rattling
gabble, like human speech speeded up twenty times or so. It
ended almost immediately.
"What's that? What's that?" Mr. Terokaw said, surprised.
llf's  eyes  flew  open  as  something  came  in  through  the
window with a whistling shriek. The two humbugs were in the
room, brown blurs flicking here and there, screeching like
demons. Mr. Terokaw exclaimed something in a loud voice and
jumped up from the chair, his gun swinging this way and that.
Something scuttled up Mr. Bliman's back like a big spider, and
he yelled and spun away from Meldy Cholm lying slumped
back in her chair. Something ran up Uncle Kugus' back. He
yelled, letting go of llf and Auris, and pulled out a gun of his
own. "Wide aperture!" roared Mr. Terokaw, whose gun was
making loud, thumping noises. A brown shadow swirled
suddenly about his knees. Uncle Kugus cursed, took aim at the
shadow, and fired.
"Come," whispered Auris, grabbing llf's arm. They sprang
up from the bench and darted out the door behind Uncle
Kugus' broad back.
"Het!" Mr. Terokaw's voice came bellowing down the hall
behind them. "Up in the air and look out for those children!
They're trying to get away. If you see them start to cross the
road, knock 'em out. Kugusafter them! They may try to hide
in the house."
Then he yowled angrily, and his gun began making the
thumping noises again. The humbugs were too small to harm
people, but their sharp little teeth could hurt and they seemed
to be using them now.
"In here," Auris whispered, opening a door. llf ducked into
the room with her, and she closed the door softly behind them.
llf looked at her, his heart pounding wildly.
Auris nodded at the barred window. "Through there! Run
and hide in the grove. 111 be right behind you . . ."
   "Auris! llf!" Uncle Kugus called in the hall. "Wait-don't be
afraid. Where are you?" His voice still seemed to be smiling, llf
heard his footsteps hurrying along the hall as he squirmed
quickly sideways between two of the thick wooden bars over
the window, dropped to the ground. He turned, darted off
towards the nearest bushes. He heard Auris gabble something
to the humbugs again, high and shrill, looked back as he
reached the bushes, and saw her already outside, running
towards the shrubbery on his right. There was a shout from the
window. Uncle Kugus was peering out from behind the bars,
pointing a gun at Auris. He fired. Auris swerved to the side, was
gone among the shrubs, llf didn't think she had been hit.
"They're outside!" Uncle Kugus yelled. He was too big to
get through the bars himself.
Mr. Terokaw and Mr. Bliman were also shouting within the
house. Uncle Kugus turned around, disappeared from the
window.
"Aurisi" llf called, his voice shaking with fright.
"Run and hide, llf!" Auris seemed to be on the far side of the
shrubbery, deeper in the Queen Grove.
llf hesitated, started running along the path that led to Sam's
sleeping pit, glancing up at the open patches of sky among the
treetops. He didn't see the aircar with the man Het in it. Het
would be circling around the Queen Grove now, waiting for the
other men to chase them into sight so he could knock them out
with something. But they could hide inside Sam's shell and Sam
would get them across the road. "Auris, where are you?" llf
cried.
Her voice came low and clear from behind him. "Run and
hide, llf!"
llf looked back. Auris wasn't there but the two humbugs
were loping up the path a dozen feet away. They darted past llf
without stopping, disappeared around the turn ahead. He
could hear the three men yelling for him and Auris to come
back. They were outside, looking around for them now, and
they seemed to be coming closer.
llf ran  on,  reached  Sam's  sleeping place.  Sam lay there
unmoving, like a great mossy boulder filling the pit. llf picked
up a stone and pounded on the front part of the shell.
"Wake up!" he said desperately. "Sam, wake up!"
Sam didn't stir. And the men were getting closer, llf looked
this way and that, trying to decide what to do.
"Don't let them see you," Auris called suddenly.
"That was the girl over there," Mr. Terokaw's voice shouted.
"Go after her, Bliman!"
"Auris, watch out!" llf screamed, terrified.
"Aha! And here's the boy, Kugus. This way! Het," Mr.
Terokaw yelled triumphantly, "come down and help us catch
them! We've got them spotted . . ."
llf dropped to hands and knees, crawled away quickly under
the branches of the blue flower thicket, and waited, crouched
low. He heard Mr. Terokaw crashing through the bushes
towards him and Mr. Bliman braying, "Hurry up, Het! Hurry
up!" Then he heard something else. It was the sound the giant
greenweb sometimes made to trick a flock of silverbells into
fluttering straight towards it, a deep drone which suddenly
seemed to be pouring down from the trees and rising up from
the ground.
llf shook his head dizzily. The drone faded, grew up again.
For a moment, he thought he heard his own voice call, "Auris,
where are you?" from the other side of the blue flower thicket.
Mr. Terokaw veered off in that direction, yelling something to
Mr. Bliman and Kugus. llf backed farther away through the
thicket, came out on the other side, climbed to his feet, and
turned.
He stopped. For a stretch of twenty feet ahead of him, the
forest floor was moving, shifting and churning with a slow,
circular motion, turning lumps of deep brown mold over and
over.
Mr. Terokaw came panting into Sam's sleeping place,
redfaced, glaring about, the blue and silver gun in his hand. He
shook his head to clear the resonance of the humming air from
his brain. He saw a huge, moss-covered boulder tilted at a slant
away from him but no sign of llf.
Then something shook the branches of the thicket behind the
boulder. "Auris!" llf's frightened voice called.
Mr. Terokaw ran around the boulder, leveling the gun. The
droning in the air suddenly swelled to a roar. Two big gray,
three-fingered hands came out from the boulder on either side
of Mr. Terokaw and picked him up.
"Awk!" he gasped, then dropped the gun as the hands
folded him,  once, twice, and lifted him towards Sam's
descending head. Sam opened his large mouth, closed it,
swallowed. His neck and head drew back under his shell and he
settled slowly into the sleeping pit again.
The greenweb's roar ebbed and rose continuously now, like a
thousand harps being struck together in a bewildering,
quickening beat. Human voices danced and. swirled through
the din, crying, wailing, screeching, llf stood at the edge of the
twenty-foot circle of churning earth outside the blue flower
thicket, half stunned by it all. He heard Mr. Terokaw bellow to
Mr. Bliman to go after Auris, and Mr. Bliman squalling to Hot
to hurry. He heard his own voice nearby call Auris frantically
and then Mr. Terokaw's triumphant yell: "This way! Here's
the boy, Kugus!"
Uncle Kugus bounded out of some bushes thirty feet away,
eyes staring, mouth stretched in a wide grin. He saw llf, shouted
excitedly and ran towards him. llf watched, suddenly unable
to move. Uncle Kugus took four long steps out over the shifting
loam between them, sank ankle-deep, knee-deep. Then the
brown earth leaped in cascades about him, and he went sliding
straight down into it as if it were water, still grinning, and
disappeared. In the distance, Mr. Terokaw roared, "This way!"
and Mr. Bliman yelled to Hot to hurry up. A loud, slapping
sound came from the direction of the stump of the Grandfather
Slurp. It was followed by a great commotion in the bushes
around there; but that only lasted a moment. Then, a few
seconds later, the greenweb's drone rose and thinned to the
wild shriek it made when it had caught something big and
faded slowly away . . .
llf came walking shakily through the opening in the thickets
to Sam's sleeping place. His head still seemed to hum inside
with the greenweb's drone but the Queen Grove was quiet
again; no voices called anywhere. Sam was settled into his pit.
llf saw something gleam on the ground near the front end of the
pit. He went over and looked at it, then at the big, moss-grown
dome of Sam's shell.
"Oh, Sam," he whispered, "I'm not sure we should have done
it..."
Sam didn't stir. llf picked up Mr. Terokaw's blue and silver
gun gingerly by the barrel and went off with it to look for Auris.
He found her at the edge of the grove, watching Het's aircar on
the other side of the road. The aircar was turned on its side and
about a third of it was sunk in the ground. At work around and
below it was the biggest member of the clean-up squad llf had
ever seen in action.
They went up to the side of the road together and looked on
while the aircar continued to shudder and turn and sink deeper
into the earth, llf suddenly remembered the gun he was
holding and threw it over on the ground next to the aircar. It
was swallowed up instantly there. Tumbleweeds came rolling
up to join them and clustered around the edge of the circle,
waiting.  With  a  final  jerk,  the  aircar  disappeared.  The
disturbed  section  of  earth  began  to  smooth  over.  The
tumbleweeds moved out into it.
There was a soft whistling in the air, and from a Queen Tree
at the edge of the grove a hundred and fifty feet away, a
diamondwood seedling came lancing down., struck at a slant
into the center of the circle where the aircar had vanished,
stood  trembling  a  moment,  then  straightened  up.  The
tumbleweeds nearest it moved respectfully aside to give it
room. The seedling shuddered and unfolded its first five-
fingered cluster of silver-green leaves. Then it stood still.
llf looked over at Auris. "Auris," he said, "should we have
done it?"
Auris was silent a moment.
"Nobody did anything," she said then. "They've just gone
away again." She took llfs hand. "Let's go back to the house
and wait for Riquol and Meldy to wake up."
The organism that was the diamondwood forest grew quiet
again. The quiet spread back to its central mind unit in the
Queen Grove, and the unit began to relax towards somnolence.
A crisis had been passedperhaps the last of the many it had
foreseen when human beings first arrived on the world of
Wrake.
The only defense against Man was Man. Understanding
that, it had laid its plans. On a world now owned by Man, it
adopted Man, brought him into its ecology, and its ecology into
a new and again successful balance.
This had been a final flurry. A dangerous attack by
dangerous humans. But the period of danger was nearly over,
would soon be for good a thing of the past.
It  had  planned  well,  the  central  mind  unit  told  itself
drowsily. But now, since there was no further need to think
today, it would stop thinking . . .
Sam the mossback fell gratefully asleep.