world, even Teela Brown would not have gone far without her first aid kit. It was a small, flat box on her belt, and it had a finding circuit built into it. Louis had followed its signal to Teela’s clothes, which were piled on a natural granite tabletop at the pool’s edge.
Dark green illumination, the roar of a waterfall, and the echoed sound of sobbing. Teela was almost under the falling water. She must be sitting on something, for her arms and shoulders were out of the pool. Her head was bent, and her dark hair streamed forward to cover her face.
There was no point in waiting for her to come to him. Louis took off his clothes, piled them beside Teela’s. He frowned at the chill in the air, shrugged, and dove in.
He saw his mistake instantly.
On sabbatical, Louis did not commonly ran across Earthlike worlds. Those he did land on were generally as civilized as Earth itself. Louis was not stupid. If it had occurred to him to wonder about the temperature of the water…
But it didn’t.
The water was runoff water from snow-capped mountains. Louis tried to scream with the cold, but his head was already underwater. He did have sense enough not to inhale.
His head broke water. He splashed and gasped with the cold and the need for air.
Then he began to enjoy it.
He knew how to tread water; though he had learned in warmer waters than these! He stayed afloat, kicking rhythmically, feeling the currents from the plunging waterfall eddy over his skin.
Teela had seen him. She sat beneath the waterfall, waiting. He swam to her.
He would have had to scream into her face to tell her anything. Apologies and words of love would have been misplaced. But he could touch her.
She did not flinch away. But she bent her head, and her hair hid her again. Her rejection was almost telepathically intense.
Louis respected it.
He swam about, stretching muscles cramped by eighteen hours in a flycycle seat. The water felt wonderful. But at some point the numbness of the cold became an ache, and Louis decided he was courting pneumonia.
He touched Teela on the arm and pointed toward shore. This time she nodded and followed.
They lay beside the pool, shivering, wrapped in each other’s arms, with the thermocontrolled coveralls open and spread around them like blankets. Gradually their chilled bodies soaked up the heat.
“I’m sorry I laughed,” Louis said.
She nodded, accepting the fact of his apology, without forgiveness.
“It was funny, you know. The puppeteers, the cowards of the universe, having the gall to breed humans and kzinti like two strains of cattle! They must have known what a chance they were taking.” He knew he was talking too much, but he had to explain, to justify himself. “And then look what they did with it! Breeding for a reasonable kzin, that wasn’t a bad idea. I know a little about the Man-Kzin wars; I know the kzinti used to be pretty fierce. Speaker’s ancestors would have blasted Zignamuclickclick down to the Ring floor. Speaker stopped.
“But breeding humans for luck—”
“You think they made a mistake, making me what I am.”
“Tanjit, do you think I’m trying to insult you? I’m trying to say that it’s a funny idea. For puppeteers to do it is even funnier. So I laughed.”
“Do you expect me to giggle?”
“That’d be going too far.”
“All right.”
She didn’t hate him for laughing. She wanted comfort, not revenge. There was comfort in the heat of the coveralls, and comfort in the heat of two bodies pressed together.
Louis began to stroke Teela’s back. It made her relax.
“I’d like to get the expedition back together again,” he said presently. He felt her stiffen. “You don’t like that idea.”
“No.”
“Nessus?”
“I hate him. I hate him! He bred my ancestors like—like beasts!” She relaxed minutely. “But Speaker would blast him out of the sky if he tried to come back. So it’s all right.”
“Suppose I could talk Speaker into letting Nessus rejoin us?”
“How could you do that?”
“Suppose I could?”
“But why?”
“Nessus still owns the Long Shot. The Long Shot is the only way to get the human race to the Clouds of Magellan in less than centuries. We lose the Long Shot if we leave the Ringworld without Nessus.”
“How, how crass, Louis!”
“Look. You claimed that if the puppeteers hadn’t done what they did to the kzinti we’d all be kzinti slaves. True. But if the puppeteers hadn’t interfered with the Fertility Laws, you wouldn’t even have been born!”
She was rigid against him. Her