living, only without this very comfortable body. What if I'm reincarnated? What if I come back with a body like... yours?"
He said this last with as much loathing as he could muster. It had no effect.
"I'm not going to let you goad me into taking an un-considered move," said Vas. "I know you're sitting there imagining ways to take the axe away from me before I can smash your head in with it. But why should I aim for your head? There are your legs, spread out like the limbs of a tree. I can chop through a five-centimeter branch with a single blow-think I can do as well with your ankle?"
"No, I don't think you can," said Elemak.
"You think you're quick enough to stop me? From a sitting position, you arrogant fool?"
"I don't have to stop you," said Elemak.
"Good thing," said Vas. "Because you can't."
"But Meb can," said Elemak, "He's standing behind you with a very large mallet, and I think he's planning to drive your head down into your shoulders like a spike."
Vas didn't even bother to turn around. "As long as you're conjuring up demons to frighten me with, why not have it be Nafai? He's the only real man around here anyway. I'm not afraid of Meb."
"I quite agree with you," said Elemak. "Meb is only frightening when he's behind you with a mallet. Most of the time he's a worthless little digger turd. But Meb, it won't work. You can't drive his head down into his shoulders, not a soft little head like Vas's. It'll burst open like a melon first. Splash all over the room."
"Don't fantasize about my head," said Vas. "It's your legs that are going to go." He raised the axe above his head.
"If it's any consolation to you," said Elemak, "Meb's been sleeping with Sevet, too."
Vas hesitated, not swinging the axe, not striking the blow, Elemak went on talking. "Your poor wife is apparently lonely enough to settle for anything that pretends to be male, even Meb, who isn't brave enough to smash you from behind after all. What's the mallet for, then, Meb? A cure for rectal itch?"
Meb looked back at him with loathing. Elemak knew that he just hated being taunted and manipulated.
"Oh, Meb," said Elemak. "Just swing the damn thing and have done."
So he did. Meb turned out to have a much stronger swing than Elemak had expected. But Elemak was right about the splashing. It got really nasty, especially after Vas hit the floor and Meb kept right on pounding on his head with the mallet, three, four, five times, until the head was pulped and bits of brain and bone were spattered all over the room. Of course, as soon as Meb calmed down and could look at what he had done, he threw up, as if somehow Vas's head had exploded all by itself and not because he mashed it. But Elemak didn't much worry about Meb. It was Fusum who fascinated him, as he picked bits of Vas's brains off his naked body and ate them.
"Don't get a taste for that, Fusum," Elemak said in digger language.
"Not much different from peccary brains," said Fusum. "I already have a taste for those."
"If you ever harm a human, Fusum, I'll cut you into tiny pieces."
"Even Nafai?" asked Fusum, taunting him.
So Fusum had picked up on the conflicts within the human community-even with Nafai up the canyon most of the time, trying to teach the skymeat how to farm.
"Especially Nafai," said Elemak. "He's mine."
Meb had stopped throwing up. "What were you saying? I heard you mention Nafai."
"Oh, Fusum and I were just saying what a pity it was that the one useful act you will ever perform in your life was wasted on Vas."
"Wasted?" asked Meb. "I killed my friend to save your life and you call it a waste?"
"I would have stopped him before he touched me," said Elemak, He didn't know whether it was true, but he was fairly sure Meb would believe it. "And as for Vas being your friend-I'm not going to weep for you. Not with the smell of Sevet still on you from last night while he was on watch."
"Shows what you know," said Meb, "Last night I didn't have time for Sevet. After all these months of pestering, I finally gave in and let Eiadh make love to-"
Meb didn't finish his sentence. He found himself pressed against the wall with the axe handle strangling him.
"I know it's a lie," said