"My daughter," Mrs. Veritt said. "She brought us her daughter. Hope, do you remember Mrs. Young?"

"It"s good to see you again," Mrs. Carson said, although even Zeth could see that only the formal good manners drilled into every child of Fort Freedom allowed her to speak politely to a roomful of Simes.

The Simes were equally polite. "You don"t want a crowd, with your child in changeover," said Mrs. Young. "When it"s over you"ll feel like company. Margid, come help prepare the feast. You"re our best cook, and it will keep your mind offa""

Quickly, Mrs. Young guided Mrs. Veritt out. The word would spread now, and no one would come near until the channel and his Companion were here to shield Mrs. Carson.

The Gen woman watched them go, muttering blankly, "What feast?"

"The changeover celebration for Marji," Zeth explained with the awkwardness of a child who knew more than an adult about a situation. "Every time a new Sime starts right off on channel"s transfer, the family celebrates."

"I don"t believe it," Mrs. Carson whispered. "I brought Marji here because at home she"d have been murdered or would have killed one of us. Here . . . can it have changed so much?" She looked around. "It all, looks the same."

"Uh . . . you want some tea?" Zeth offered.

Mrs. Carson smiled through her tears. "Trin tea," she said. "The universal remedy. Now I know I"ve really come home again."

The Gen woman looked around the kitchen-. "My mother"s kitchen. But now she doesn"t dare come near me."

"You"ll learn to control your field," said Zeth. "Then you can be around Simes anytime." He put water on, and reached for the container marked "Tea," only to find it empty.

Mrs. Carson said, "Mother was always afraid we kids would break it. The tea is in the wooden box.

Not wanting to be the child who broke the delicate china tea container, Zeth set it carefully back on the shelf and finished making tea. Mrs. Carson sipped hers, studying him. "Zeth Farris. I don"t remember any Farrises."

"My dad"s a channel. He"s the one who first discovered how to channel."

"What exactly is a channel?" she asked.

"A Sime who can take selyn from Gens without hurting them, and then give it to other Simes so they can live without killing. Your brother Jord is a channel." And Zeth found himself drawn into giving a detailed explanation of life at Fort Freedom, fumbling for definitions of new Simelan words like Companions, those special Gens capable of giving transfer to channels.

At length, Mrs. Carson put down her empty tea gla.s.s to go to the window. "It"s all the same," she said, "and yet it"s so different." She paced to the table and back to the window, plucking nervously at the curtain. "What"s taking so long? Shouldn"t that . . . channel ... be here by now?"

"Changeover takes a long time," said Zeth. "When Marji went into stage four, that"s about halfway."

She whirled from the window, wide-eyed. "But it"s beena""

Just then the quiet was shattered by a piercing scream.

"Marji!" gasped Mrs. Carson, and ran for the insulated room.

Abel Veritt met them at the door, the terrified screams continuing behind him, "Hopea"Marji doesn"t know me," he said. "She came fully awake for the first time to find herself alone with a Sime."

"Let mea""

"You must not touch her.-Stay by the door and talk to her."

Motherhood clearly had the best of fear in Mrs. Carson as she said impatiently, "All righta"let me see her!"

Zeth followed them. Marji was sitting up, plastered against the wall as if to go through it. Her pretty face was distorted with panica"but the moment she saw her mother she stopped screaming.

"Marji, it"s all right," said Mrs. Carson. "This is your grandfather. We"re in Fort Freedom, Marji."

The girl began to sob. "Mama, I hurt! I"m so scared!"

"You"ll be all right," said her mother, starting toward her.

Mr. Veritt stopped her. "No, Hope. Stay behind me."

"Mama!" cried Marji again, reaching out. She caught sight of her own forearms, the tentacle sheaths showing as blistered lines from the wrists almost to the elbows. She shook her arms disgustedly, as if the sheaths could be cast off, then grasped her left arm with her right hand, sc.r.a.ping viciously. She screamed again in pain, and Veritt gasped, taking a step back before regaining control.

"No, Marji!" he said sharply. "You mustn"t hurt yourself."

"No! No! No!" cried the girl, lost in her own panic.

Mr. Veritt grasped his daughter"s hand and placed it in Zeth"s. "Keep her here!" he told the boy, and strode across the room to sit on the edge of the bed, saying, "There"s nothing to be afraid of."

"I"m cursed," Marji sobbed.

"No you"re not cursed, child. You are blessed with a mother who had the strength to bring you here."

"I don"t want to be Sime. I won"t kill!"

"No, Marji. You won"t kill."

The girl stared wide-eyed from Veritt to her mother. "Ia"I"m scared, Mama. I don"t want to die."

"You won"t die, Marji," said Mrs. Carson, "but you won"t kill, either. Have faith, and do what your grandfather tells you."

She looked at Mr. Veritt. "You"re my grandfather? Mama always saida"if I changed overa""find you. But I don"t want to change over!"

"It"s not bad to be Sime, when you don"t have to kill." Mr. Veritt sounded like one of the channels. "That"s righta"lie still now. Come, let us pray for the strength to accept G.o.d"s will."

As Mr. Veritt"s voice dropped to a murmur, Mrs. Carson lowered her head, too. There was a short period of calm, and then suddenly the girl on the bed cried out in pain.

"It can"t be!" gasped Mr. Veritt. "So soon! Zeth, goa"" He turned, and saw Zeth holding Mrs. Carson back. "No. Stay with my daughter and keep her safe till this is over." He rose, saying to Marji, "I"ll be right back."

Herding Zeth and Mrs. Carson out of the room, he said, "There"s no time to wait for Uel. Where"s Jord?"

"Out at our house, too," said Zeth.

The old man strode to the porch and called, "Ed! I"ve got an accelerated changeover, sixth stage. All the channels are at Farris. Get one herea"fast!"

"Right you are!" Zeth heard, followed by the sound of galloping hoofs.

Mr. Veritt turned back toward the insulated room, saying, "Stay out here, Hope. I"ll take care of Marji."

Mrs. Carson stared blankly at her father, her chin trembling. "What"s happening? What"s gone wrong?"

"Stage six is just starting," Zeth explained. "There"s time for Mr. Whelan to get here."

The Gen woman began to pace. "Dear G.o.d, let her be all right!"

Zeth was more annoyed at being shut out than worried, although Mrs. Carson"s pacing soon got on his nerves. If I were a channel now, there"d be no problem.

Suddenly a new sound came from the insulated rooma"not a child"s scream of terror, but an animal cry of agony. Mrs. Carson went white, and dashed for the room.

"Don"t!" Zeth cried, scrambling after her. "You can"t go in there!"

She flung the door open before Zeth could catch her. Marji was straining to force her new tentacles from their sheaths. Zeth saw the membranes covering the wrist openings swell, then subside as Marji let her breath out in another feral grunt.

"My baby!" cried Mrs. Carson, as Zeth grabbed her arm.

"Hope, get out of here!" Veritt commanded, but she ignored him. "I"m not a channel! I can"t shield you! Run!"

At that moment, with another intense effort, Marji"s tentacles broke free. She collapsed on the bed as Mr. Veritt said, "Good . . . good. Lie still now; conserve your strength till the channel gets herea""

But the girl did not hear him. She sat up, eyes unfocused, zlinning for selyn to satisfy her needa"First Need, the most intense and terrible need most Simes ever knew.

Mrs. Carson"s concern turned to terror as her daughter was transformed into nature"s most perfect predatora"stalking her. The Gen woman backed toward the door as the new Sime moved with astonishing speed. Mr. Veritt caught the girl"s upper arms, but even though both were Sime, the strength of an old man was not equal to that of a youngster berserk with need. Marji flung him off, and went in pursuit of her prey.

Zeth could smell Mrs. Carson"s feara"it p.r.i.c.kled through his own body. There was nothing human about Marji now but her form. Like a stalking animal, her prey in easy reach, she approached Mrs. Carson, fixing her with empty eyes as she prepared to strike and kill. I"ll be like that! thought Zeth.

Then Abel Veritt moved like a flash between his granddaughter and her prey, reaching for Marji"s arms like a channel, laterals extended to twine with hers.

The moment lateral touched lateral, Marji jerked upright and in one fluid movement drew her grandfather into lip contact. It"s all right, thought Zeth, weak with relief, but instantly he remembered, Noa"he"s not a channel!

For a long moment the two figures remained thus intertwined and then Mr. Veritt collapsed. Marji let him fall.

He"s dead, Zeth realized in horror, as Mrs. Carson screamed, "Father!"

But Marji was unsatisfied. Still in need, her restless laterals licking in and out of their sheaths, she began stalking her mother again. Mr. Veritt had entrusted the Gen to Zeth"s carea"Keep her safe till this is over. He had failed.

Marji took another deliberate step toward her mother. Zeth darted in front of Mrs. Carson. "Run! She can"t hurt me."

He could hear Patches barking wildly. Time seemed suspended as he wished desperately that none of this was true, Abel Veritt dead, his granddaughter a berserker, his daughter a terrified Gen with only Zeth to protect her.

Then Mrs. Carson broke and ran. Marji moved to follow, but Zeth blocked the doorway.

Chapter 4.

Facing the stalking Sime, trying desperately to believe that a Sime could not kill a child, Zeth reached for Marji"s forearms. Suddenly, he was plucked up from behind and tossed roughly across the room.

Uel Whelan, Hank Steers on his heels, had thrown Zeth out of the way, then intercepted Marji as she came from the insulated room, intertwined tentacles, and touched lips. When they separated, Marji was a pretty girl again, completely bewildered, but otherwise unharmed.

Hank Steers looked into the insulated room, and Uel Whelan started at his Companion"s burst of emotion when the Gen cried, "Abel!" and dashed into the room.

Zeth was dumped unceremoniously to the floor, and realized that it was Jord Veritt who had caught him only when the channel stepped over him. As everyone converged on the other room, Zeth scrambled up to follow.

Marji Carson suddenly said, "Mama! Mamaa"what happened?"

Her mother retreated a step as Anni Steers said, "It"s all right. She won"t hurt you now."

"She killed my father!" Mrs. Carson cried.

"Abel"s alive!" came Uel Whelan"s voice.

Seth could see Abel Veritt lying still and white. Hank began to tremble with fear and hope at Uel"s words. Jord, haggard, knelt beside the others. "What happened!"

"He couldn"t let Marji kill her mother," Zeth explained. "He tried to be a channel for her."

"He would," said Uel, his voice choked. "Jorda"?"

"I"m all right now."

"You and Hank give me a neutral field. G.o.d help me." Lips moving in silent prayer, the young channel ran his hands over Mr. Veritt"s chest, .laterals extended. "He"s deep into attrition, but it hasn"t been long. There"s a bad nerve-burn. This is going to hurt like shen."

Zeth watched, fascinated, as Uel put pressure on Mr. Veritt"s lateral extensor nodes to make the tentacles emerge. His handling tentacles remained sheathed, hands and arms flaccid in Uel Whelan"s grip. Then the channel bent his head to touch lips.

Zeth saw color return to Mr. Veritt"s hands and face. Twice there was a jerking motion, almost separating the two Simes, but Uel hung on. Finally he raised his head. Mr. Veritt lay completely still, but his lips were lip-colored again instead of blue, and Zeth could see his chest rise and fall with his breathing.

Uel Whelan leaned heavily on Hank Steers. "It was close. He almost shenned me, twice." His head fell to his Companion"s shoulder, his eyes closing over some inner pain.

Jord shook his head wearily. "He"s so old, and he"s always been frail. You know he lives on faith as much as selyn. But his judgment has always been sounda"until now. Howa"how could he have been so mistaken about the stage of changeover?"

"He wasn"t mistaken," said Zeth. "It was just like we were taught, except the stages went so fast."

Uel raised his head, shaking off Hank"s solicitude. "Because the girl"s a channel!"

"She"s his granddaughter," Zeth supplied.

"What?!" exclaimed Jord Veritt, his head snapping up. As his attention went beyond his father for the first time, he saw his sister. "Hope! It"s your daughtera"?"

"I didn"t know what else to do," said Mrs. Carson.

"You did the right thing," said Jord, moving toward his sister. Margid Veritt took his place beside her husband. Marji Carson cowered against the wall, watching everything with round brown eyesa"the same color as Jord"s, but wide and bright, not sunken into permanent hollows as his were.

Jord made no attempt to touch Mrs. Carson, but said gently, "Welcome home, Hope. The child you have brought us is a greater blessing than you know."

He turned to the girl. "Marji," he said, holding out his hands to her. "Welcome to Fort Freedom. Thank G.o.d for your mother"s courage to bring you here."