Castaways -- Fiction; Life on other planets -- Fiction; Regression (Civilization) -- Fiction; Science fiction
The Captain echoed, "Heat." He went to the broken wall and blinked at
the light. "The heat-stones were almost gone. I thought we were going
to die. And now...." He shook his shoulders, like a man freed of a
burden. "Now there's no more need to guard the Ship. Perhaps that's
what we've been guarding it for, to save us in time of need."
Kirk said humbly, "I'm sorry."
"You were honest. You believed you were right. But taking my
daughter...."
"I deserve the sucking-plant."
"What's done is done, and it's turned out right."
People were clamoring outside the Ship. Kirk was sweating. He tasted
it, and laughed, pulling in his belly and spreading his chest.
"Heat," he said. "And no more fighting with the Piruts. Maybe there's
some way we can roof the gorge and bring the heat up into the fields so
the moss will grow better. And there's a lot of this world out beyond
the gullies. We've never been able to explore it because of the Piruts.
Samel, do you know what lies beyond you?"
Samel shook his head. "We had to eat and hunt for heat-stones, too."
"A whole world," said Kirk, "just waiting for us. Maybe we'll find
other gorges like this one. Maybe places with better soil. The kids can
grow up warm and fat, and have kids of their own...."
He turned around and looked at the Captain's yellow daughter.
He said, "Do you still hate me?"
Her yellow shoulders twitched. She turned her back on him, and she was
so beautiful he hurt with it. He went up behind her.
"I said I was sorry."
She didn't answer. A close-mouthed piece.
"I lied."
Her head jerked a little and her earcups moved.
"I'm not sorry I took you with me. I'm not sorry I kissed you on the
rock. Are you sorry you saved my life?"
She tossed her head. "I didn't."
"You did so. You twisted that shag's nose half off. Why?"
She turned around, hot-eyed, and slapped him. He laughed. He took her
in his arms and waited till she quit clawing and struggling. Then he
kissed her. Presently she kissed him back.
"You don't talk much," he said. "But who wants talk?"
End of Project Gutenberg's Thralls of the Endless Night, by Leigh Brackett
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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