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THE RINGWORLD THRONE

by Larry Niven

v1.0 (29-Oct-2000)

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PROLOGUE -- THE MAP OF MOUNT ST. HELENS

A.D. 1733 -- Fall of the Cities (Puppeteer Experimentalist regime introduces

superconductor plague to Ringworld)

A.D. 2851 -- First contact: Lying Bastard impacts Ringworld

A.D. 2878 -- Hot Needle of Inquiry leaves Canyon

A.D. 2880 -- Hot Needle of Inquiry reaches Ringworld

A.D. 2881 -- Ringworld stability restored

A.D. 2882:

The Hindmost danced.

They were dancing as far as the eye could see, beneath a ceiling that was a flat mirror.

Tens of thousands of his kind moved in tight patterns that were great mutating curves, heads

cocked high and low to keep their orientation. The clicking of their hooves was a part of the

music, like a hundred thousand castanets.

*Kick short, kick past, veer. One eye for your counterpartner. In this movement and the

next, never glance toward the wall that hides the Brides. Never touch.* For millions of years the

competition dance, and a wide spectrum of other social vectors, had determined who would mate and

who would not.

Beyond the illusion of the dance loomed the illusion of a window, distant and huge. The

Hindmost's view of Hidden Patriarch was a distraction, a ground-rules hazard, an obstacle within

the dance. *Extend a head; bow --*

The other three-legged dancers, the vast floor and ceiling, were projections from Hot

Needle of Inquiry's computer memory. Dancing maintained the Hindmost's skills, his reflexes, his

health. This year had been a time for torpor, for recuperation and contemplation; but such states

could change in an instant.

One Earthly year ago, or half of the puppeteer world's archaic year, or forty Ringworld

rotations ... the Hindmost and his alien thralls had found a mile-long sailing ship moored below

the Map of Mars. They had named it Hidden Patriarch and set sail, leaving the Hindmost behind. The

window in the Hindmost's dance was a real-time view from the webeye device in Hidden Patriarch's

fore crow's nest.

What the window showed was more real than the dancers.

Chmeee and Louis Wu lolled in the foreground. The Hindmost's servants-in-rebellion both

looked a bit the worse for wear. The Hindmost's medical programs had restored them both to youth,

not much more than two years ago. Young and healthy they still were, but soft and slothful, too.

*Hind kick, touch hooves. Whirl, brush tongues.*

The Great Ocean lay beneath a sea of fog. Wind-roiled fog made streamline patterns over

the tremendous ship. At the shore the fog piled like a breaking wave. Only the crow's nests, six

hundred feet tall, poked above the fog. Far inland, far across the white blanket, mountain peaks

burst through, nearly black, with glittering peaks.

Hidden Patriarch had come home. The Hindmost was about to lose his alien companions.

The webeye picked up voices.

Louis Wu: "I'm pretty sure that's Mount Hood, and Mount Rainier there. *That* one I don't

know, but if Mount St. Helens hadn't blown her top near a thousand years ago, that might be it."

Chmeee: "A Ringworld mountain doesn't explode unless you hit it with a meteor."

"Pre*cise*ly my point. I think we'll be passing the map of San Francisco Bay inside of ten

hours. The kind of wind and waves that build up on the Great Ocean, you'll need a decent bay for

your lander, Chmeee. You can start your invasion there, if you don't mind being conspicuous."

"I like conspicuous." The Kzin stood and stretched, claws extended. Eight feet of fur

tipped everywhere with daggers, a vision out of nightmare. The Hindmost had to remind himself that

he faced only a hologram. The Kzin and Hidden Patriarch were 300,000 miles distant from the

spacecraft buried beneath the Map of Mars.

*Whirl, forefeet glide left, step left. Ignore the distraction.*

The Kzin sat again. "This ship is fated, don't you think? Built to invade the Map of

Earth. Pirated by Teela after she became a protector, to invade the Map of Mars and the Repair

Center. Now Hidden Patriarch returns to invade the Earth again."

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Within the Hindmost's crippled interstellar spacecraft, a rising, cooling wind blew

through the cabin. The dance moved faster now. Sweat soaked the Hindmost's elegantly coiffed mane

and rolled down his legs.

The window gave him more than visible light. By radar he could see the great bay, south by

the map's orientation, and a crust of cities the archaic kzinti had built around its shore. The

curve of a planet would have hidden that from him.

Louis said, "I'm going to miss you."

For a few moments it might be that his companion hadn't heard. Then the great mass of

orange fur spoke without turning. "Louis. Over there are lords I can defeat and mates to bear my

children. *There* is my place. Not yours. Over there, hominids are slaves, and they're not quite

your species, either. You should not come, I should not stay."

"Did I say different? You go, I stay. I'm going to miss you."

"But against your intellect."

"Eh."

Chmeee said, "Louis, I heard a tale of you, years ago. I must learn the truth of it."

"Say on."

"After we returned to our worlds, after we gave over the puppeteer ship to be studied by

our respective governments, Chtarra-Ritt invited you to make free of the hunting park outside

Blood-of-Chwarambr City. You were the first alien ever to enter that place other than to die. You

spent two days and a night within the grounds. What was it like?"

Louis was still on his back. "Mostly I loved it. Mostly for the honor, I think, but every

so often a man has to test his luck."

"We heard a tale, the next night at Chtarra-Ritt's banquet."

"What did you hear?"

"You were in the inner quadrant, among the imports. You found a valuable animal --"

Louis sat bolt upright. "A white Bengal tiger! I'd found this nice green forest nesting in

all that red and orange kzinti plant life, and I was feeling kind of safe and cozy and nostalgic.

Then this -- this lovely-but-oh-futz *maneater* stepped out of the bushes and looked me over.

Chmeee, he was your size, maybe eight hundred pounds, and underfed. Sorry, go on."

"What is it? Bengal tiger?"

"Something of ours, from Earth. An ancient enemy, you could say."

"We were told that you stepped briskly past it to pick up a branch. Confronted the tiger

and brandished the branch like a weapon and said, 'Do you remember?' The tiger turned away and

left."

"Yeah."

"Why did you do that? Do tigers talk?"

Louis laughed. "I thought he might go away if I didn't act like prey. If that didn't work,

I thought I might whack him on the nose. There was this splintered tree, and a hardwood branch

that looked just right for a club. And I talked to him because a Kzin might be listening. Being

killed as an inept tourist in the Patriarch's hunting park would be bad enough. Dying as

whimpering prey, *nyet*."

"Did you know the Patriarch had set you a guard?"

"No. I thought there might be monitors, cameras. I watched the tiger go. Turned around and

was nose-to-nose with an armed Kzin. I jumped half out of my skin. Thought he was another tiger."

"He said he almost had to stun you. You challenged him. You were ready to club him."

"He said stun?"

"He did."

Louis Wu laughed. "He had an ARM stunner with a builtup handle. Your Patriarchy never

learned how to make mercy weapons, so they have to buy them from the United Nations, I guess. I

set myself to swing the club. He *dropped* the gun and extended his claws, and I saw he was a

Kzin, and I laughed."

"How?"

Louis threw his head back and laughed, mouth wide, all teeth showing. From a Kzin that

would have been a direct challenge, and Chmeee's ears went quite flat.

"Hahahahah! I couldn't help it. I was tanj lucky. He *wasn't* about to stun me. He'd have

killed me with one swipe of his claws, but he got himself under control."

"Either way, an interesting story."

"Chmeee, a notion has crossed my mind. If we could get off the Ringworld, you'd want to

return as Chmeee, wouldn't you?"

"Little chance that I would be known. The Hindmost's rejuvenation treatment erased my

scars, too. I would seem little older than my oldest son, who must now be managing my estates."

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"Yeah. And the Hindmost might not cooperate --"

"I would not ask!"

"Would you ask me?"

Chmeee said, "I would not need to."

"I hadn't quite realized that the Patriarch might accept the word of Louis Wu as to your

identity. But he would, wouldn't he?"

"I believe he would, Speaker-to-Tigers. But you have chosen to die."

Louis snorted. "Oh, Chmeee, I'm dying no faster than you are! I've got another fifty

years, likely enough, and Teela Brown *slagged* the Hindmost's magical medical widgetry."

That, the Hindmost thought, was quite enough of that!

"He must have his own medical facilities on the command deck," the Kzin said.

"We can't get to those."

"And the kitchen had medical programs, Louis."

"And I'd be begging from a puppeteer."

Yet an interruption might infuriate them. Perhaps a distraction?

The speech of the puppeteers was more concise and flexible than any human or kzinti

tongue. The Hindmost whistle-chirped a few phrases: {command [] dance [] drop one level in

complexity [] again [] go to webeye six Hidden Patriarch [] transmit/receive [] send visual,

sound, no smell, no texture, stunner off}. "Chmeee, Louis --"

They both jumped, then rolled to their feet, staring.

"Do I interrupt? I desire to show you certain pictures."

For a moment they simply watched the dance. The Hindmost could guess how silly he must

look. Grins were spreading across both faces; though Louis's meant laughter and Chmeee's meant

anger. "You've been spying," Chmeee said. "How?"

"Look up. Don't destroy it, Chmeee, but look above your head at the mast that supports the

radio antenna. Just at the reach of your claws --"

The alien faces expanded hugely. Louis said, "Like a bronze spiderweb with a black spider

at the center. Fractal pattern. Hard to see ... hard to see where it stops, too. I thought some

Ringworld insect was spinning these."

The Hindmost told them, "It's a camera, microphone, telescope, projector, and some other

tools, too. It sprays on. I've left them in various places, not just this ship. Louis, can you

summon your guests?" Whittle: {command [] locate City Builders}. "I have something to show you.

They should see this, too."

"What you're doing, it looks a little like Tai Kwon Do," Louis said.

{Command [] Seek: Tai Kwon Do}.

The information surfaced. A fighting style. Ridiculous: his species never fought. The

Hindmost said, "I don't want to lose my muscle tone. The unexpected always comes at the most

awkward times." A second window opened among the dancers: the City Builders were preparing a meal

in the huge kitchen. "You must see --"

Chmeee's claws swiped at the puppeteer's eyes. Window Six blinked white and closed.

***

*Kick. Weave past the Moment's Leader. Stand. Shift a millimeter; stand. Patience.*

Avoid him they might. They had avoided him for ten hours now, and for half an archaic year

before that; but they had to eat.

The wooden table was tremendous, the size of a kzinti banquet. A year ago the Hindmost had

had to turn down the olfactory gain in the webeye, for the stench of old blood rising from the

table. The smell was fainter now. Kzinti tapestries and crudely carved frescoes had been removed,

too bloody for the hominids' taste. Some had been moved to Chmeee's cabin.

The smell of roasting fish was heavy on the air. Kawaresksenjajok and Harkabeeparolyn were

doing things in the makeshift kitchen.

Their infant daughter seemed happy enough at one end of the table itself. At the other

end, the raw half of a huge fish awaited the Kzin's pleasure.

Chmeee eyed the fish. "Your luck was good," he approved. His eyes roved the ceiling and

walls. He found what he sought: a glittering fractal spiderweb just under the great orange bulb at

the apex of the dome.

The City Builders entered, wiping their hands. Kawaresksenjajok, a boy not much past

adolescence; Harkabeeparolyn, his mate, some years older; both quite bald across the crowns of

their heads, their hair descending to cover their shoulder blades. Harkabeeparolyn picked up the

baby and gave it suck. Kawaresksenjajok said, "We lose you soon."

Chmeee said, "We have a spy. I thought as much, but now we know it. The puppeteer placed

cameras among us."

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The boy laughed at his anger. "We would do the same to him. To seek knowledge is natural!"

"In less than a day I will be free of the eyes of the puppeteer. Kawa, Harkee, I will miss

you greatly. Your company, your knowledge, your skewed wisdom. But my thought will be mine alone!"

I'm losing them all, the Hindmost thought. Survival suggests that I build a road to take

them back to me. He said, "Folk, will you give me an hour to entertain you?"

The City Builders gaped. The Kzin grinned. Louis Wu said, "Entertain ... sure."

"If you'll turn off the light?"

Louis did that. The puppeteer whistle-sang. He was looking through the display, watching

their faces.

Where the webeye had been, now they saw a window: a view through blowing rain, down past

the rim of a vast plate. Far below, pale humanoid shapes swarmed in their hundreds. They seemed

gregarious enough. They rubbed against each other without hostility, and here and there they mated

without seeking privacy.

"This is present time," the Hindmost said. "I've been monitoring this site since we

restored the Ringworld's orbit."

Kawaresksenjajok said, "Vampires. Flup, Harkee, have you ever seen so many together?"

Louis asked, "Well?"

"Before I brought our probe back to the Great Ocean. I used it to spray webeyes. You're

seeing that region we first explored, on the highest structure I could find, to give me the best

view. Alas for my view, rain and cloud have obscured it ever since. But, Louis, you can see that

there is life here."

"Vampires."

"Kawaresksenjajok, Harkabeeparolyn, this is to port of where you lived. Can you see that

life is thriving here? You could return."

The woman was waiting, postponing judgment. The boy was torn. He said a word in his own

language, untranslatable.

"Don't promise what you can't deliver," said Louis Wu.

"Louis, you have evaded me ever since we saved the Ringworld. Always you speak as if we

turned a blowtorch hundreds of thousands of miles across on inhabited terrain. I've questioned

your numbers. You don't listen. See for yourself, they still live!"

"Wonderful," Louis said. "The vampires lived through it!"

"More than vampires. Watch." The Hindmost whistled; the view zoomed on distant mountains.

Thirty-odd hominids marched through a pass between peaks. Twenty-one vampires; six of the

small red-skinned herders they'd seen on their last visit; five of a bigger, darker hominid

creature; two of a small-headed variety, perhaps not sapient. All of the prey were naked, and none

were trying to escape. They were tired but joyful. Each member of another species had a vampire

companion. Only a few vampires wore clothing against the chill and the rain. The clothing was

clearly borrowed, cut to fit something other than what wore it.

Vampires weren't sapient at all, or so the Hindmost had been told. He wondered if animals

would keep slaves or livestock ... but never mind. "Louis, Chmeee, do you see? Here are other

species, also alive. I even saw a City Builder once."

Louis Wu said, "I don't see cancer and I don't see mutations, but they must be there.

Hindmost, I got my information from Teela Brown. Teela was a protector, brighter than you and me.

One and a half trillion deaths, she said."

The Hindmost said, "Teela was intelligent, but I see her as human, Louis. Even after her

change: human. Humans don't look directly at danger. Puppeteers you call cowards, but not to look

is cowardice --"

"Drop it. It's been a year. Cancers can take ten or twenty. Mutations take a whole

generation."

"Protectors have their limits! Teela had no notion of the *power* of my computers. You

left me to make the adjustments, Louis --"

"*Drop* it."

"I will continue to look," the puppeteer said.

***

The Hindmost danced. The marathon would continue until he made a mistake. He was pushing

himself toward exhaustion; his body would heal and then grow strong.

He had not bothered to eavesdrop through the aliens' dinner. Chmeee had not slashed the

webeye, but they would not speak secrets in its view.

They need not. A year past, while his motley crew was still trying to settle the matter of

Teela Brown and the Ringworld's instability, the Hindmost's flying probe had sprayed webeyes all

over Hidden Patriarch.

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He would rather have been concentrating on the dance.

Time enough for that. Chmeee would be gone soon. Louis would revert to silence. In another

year he, too, might leave the ship, leave the Hindmost's control. The City Builder librarians ...

work on them?

They were lost to him already, in a sense. The Hindmost controlled Needle's medical

facilities. If they saw that he used his power for extortion, they saw nothing but the truth. But

he had been too direct. Chmeee and Louis had both refused medical attention.

They were walking briskly down a shadowed corridor, Louis Wu and Chmeee. Reception was

poor in so little light, but they wouldn't see the web. The Hindmost caught only part of the

dialogue. He played it back several times afterward.

Louis: "-- dominance game. The Hindmost *has* to control us. We're too close to him, we

could conceivably hurt him."

Chmeee: "I've tried to see a way."

Louis: "How hard? Never mind. He left us alone for a year, then interrupted himself in the

middle of an exercise routine. Why bother? Nothing about that broadcast looked urgent."

Chmeee: "I know how *you* think. He overheard us, didn't he? If I can return to the

Patriarchy, I won't need the Hindmost to recover my properties. I have you. You do not exact a

price."

Louis: "Yeah."

The Hindmost considered interrupting. To say what?

Chmeee: "By my lost lands he controlled me, but how did he control you? He had you by the

wire, but you gave up your addiction. The autodoc in the lander was destroyed, but surely the

kitchen has a program to make boosterspice?"

"Likely enough. For you, too."

Chmeee dismissed that with a wave. "But if you allow yourself to grow old, he has

nothing."

Louis nodded.

"But would the Hindmost believe you? To a puppeteer ... I do not insult you. I'm sure you

speak the truth, Louis. But to a puppeteer, to let yourself grow old is suicide."

Louis nodded, silent.

"Is this justice for a trillion murders?"

Louis would have broken off conversation on another night. He said, "Justice for us both.

I die of old age. The Hindmost loses his thralls ... loses control of his environment."

"But if they lived?"

"If they lived. Yeah. The Hindmost did the actual programming. I couldn't go into that

section of the Repair Center. It was infested with tree-of-life. I made it possible for *him* to

spray a plasma jet from the sun across five percent of the Ringworld. If he didn't do that, then

*I* can ... live. So the Hindmost owns me again. And that's important, if *I'm* the reason he

doesn't own *you*."

"Ex*act*ly."

"So show Louis an old recording and say it's a live broadcast --"

The wind was rising, gusts drowning the voices. Chmeee: "What if ... numbers ..."

"... Hindmost to drop it ..."

"... brain is aging faster than the rest of you!" The Kzin lost patience, dropped to all

fours and bounded away down the deck. It didn't matter. They were out of range.

The Hindmost screamed like the world's biggest espresso device tearing itself apart.

In his scream were pitches and overtones no creature of Earth or Kzin could hear, with

harmonics that held considerable information. Lineages for two species barely out of the veldt,

down from the trees. Designs for equipment that would cause a sun to flare, then cause the flare

to lase, a cannon of Ringworld scale. Specs for computer equipment miniaturized to the quantum

level, sprayed across the Hindmost's cabin like a coat of paint. Programs of vast resiliency and

power.

*You twisted rejects from half-savage, half-sapient breeds! Your pitiful protector, your

luck-bred Teela, hadn't the flexibility or the understanding, but you don't even have the wit to

listen. I saved them all! I, with software from my ship!*

One shriek and the Hindmost was calm again. He hadn't missed a step. *Back one, bow, while

the Moment's Leader engages the Brides in quadret: a chance to get a drink of water, badly

needed.* One head lowered to suck, one raised to watch the dance: sometimes there were variations.

Was Louis Wu going senile? So quickly? He was well over two hundred years old.

Boosterspice had kept some humans hale and sapient for half a thousand years, sometimes more. But

without his medical benefits, Louis Wu might age fast.

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