Dark Ararat - Brian Stableford [145]
It occurred to Matthew eventually that there was something he could and ought to be doing even while he was stuck in a basket halfway down a cliff. He took his phone from his belt and pressed the button that would send out Dulcie’s code signal.
She answered immediately.
“It’s Matthew,” he said. “The worst seems to be over, but you might be better to stay where you are for a while. The stinging slugs will probably disperse again, but not for quite some time. I’ll let you know if it begins to look safe before nightfall.”
“I’m with Lynn,” Dulcie reported. “She sprained an ankle in the shallows, but we both got out of the water okay. We’re only a few hundred meters downstream, but it would probably take us a while to get back in any case. We don’t even have a machete to help us through the undergrowth.”
Without breaking the connection Matthew signaled Ike and repeated his estimation of the situation.
“I’m okay,” Ike assured him, after switching off the chain saw. “I was lucky back there. The stupid way I went about things I should have been stung half-a-dozen times. This is a weird place, and the light’s none too good further in, but I’ll stay close to the shafts of sunlight so that I don’t get lost. I’m sure that I can navigate my way back when I have to, even if it gets dark. I don’t know which of us is going to climb the cliff to free up the cable mechanism, Matthew, but it could be a long walk to the nearest spot where an ascent looks feasible. Shall I try while the light lasts?”
“No,” Matthew said. “I’m safe here. Don’t push your luck too far. If you can, it might be a good idea to link up with Lynn and Dulcie. They could probably do with a little help from the chain saw—and you’re right about the light lasting. These short days are getting to be a real pain.”
Matthew knew that he ought to report the incident to Tang and Godert Kriefmann, but he decided that it had stopped far enough short of a disaster to make the call urgent. The sun was already hovering above the western horizon, and he wanted to use the last of the light to take a longer look at the nauseating spectacle beneath him, in case there was anything more to be learned from it.
If there was, it wasn’t obvious. The tide of leechlike worms that had started the mad race had turned so comprehensively that no living specimen could be seen. Of the other creatures, only the tentacled worms lingered now, seemingly proud of their unchallenged possession of the arena. One by one, their remaining competitors had given up, leaving them to their insistent crisscrossing of the red-augmented purple mess that had pooled around and liberally splashed the bases of the various piles of human imported goods.
The creatures showed no inclination to climb the steeper heaps, and Matthew realized that if Ike and Lynn had leapt on top of the two of the sturdier piles of goods in order to stay out of harm’s way, the whole incident might have passed with far less bloodshed and somewhat less fuss. There was no evidence that the first wave of worms had been dangerous; their attempts to climb the legs of their self-appointed adversaries might have been mere instinct, devoid of any aggressive intent. On the other hand, Matthew could sympathize with Lynn’s and Ike’s desire not to take that chance.
Ike called him back as dusk