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i.
Officially, on all the half-thousand human-populated
planets of the Terran Federation, the date was Septem-
ber 14, 654 Atomic Era, but on Zarathustra it was First
Day, Year Zero, Anno Fuzzy.
It wasn't the day that the Fuzzies were discovered—
that had been in early June, when old Jack Holloway
had found a small and unfamiliar being crouching in his
shower stall at his camp up Cold Creek Valley on Beta
Continent. He had made friends with the uninvited visi-
tor and named him Little Fuzzy. A week later, four
more Fuzzies and a baby Fuzzy had moved in, and Ben-
nett Rainsford, then a field naturalist for the Institute of
Xeno-Sciences, had seen them. They were completely-
new to him, too. He named the order Hollowayans, in
honor of their discoverer, and called the genus Fuzzy
and the species Holloway's Fuzzy: Fuzzy fuzzy hollo-
way.
Fuzzies were erect bipeds, two feet tall and weighing
fifteen to twenty pounds; their bodies were covered with
silky golden fur. They had five-fingered hands with op-
posable thumbs, large eyes set close enough together for
stereoscopic vision, and vaguely humanoid features.
They seemed to know nothing of fire and, as far as Hol-
loway and Rainsford were able to determine, they were
incapable of speech. The fact that they spoke in the
ultrasonic range was yet to be discovered. They made a
few artifacts, however, and their reasoning ability
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amazed both men. As soon as he saw them, Rainsford
insisted that Jack tape an account of them.
Twenty-four hours later, a number of people had
heard that tape. One was Victor Grego, manager-in-
chief of the Chartered Zarathustra Company. If, as
seemed probable, these Fuzzies were sapient beings,
Zarathustra automatically became a Class-IV inhabited
planet. The Company's charter, conferring outright
ownership of Zarathustra as a Class-111 uninhabited
planet, would be just as automatically void.
Grego's instinct was to fight, and he was a resource-
ful, resolute and ruthless fighter. He was not stupid, but
some of his subordinates were; a week later, everybody
on the planet had heard of the Fuzzies because a CZC
executive named Leonard Kellogg was facing trial for
murder—defined as the unjustified killing of any sa-
pient being of any race whatsoever—for having kicked
to death a Fuzzy named Goldilocks. Jack Holloway was
similarly charged for having shot a Company gunman
who had tried to interfere while he was administering
a beating to Kellogg. Both cases, scheduled to be tried
as one, would hinge on whether Fuzzies were sapient
beings or just cute little animals. On the docket, it was
People of the Colony of Zarathustra versus Kellogg and
Holloway, but, beginning with Holloway's lawyer, Gus
Brannhard, everybody was calling it Friends of Little
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Fuzzy versus The Chartered Zarathustra Company.
Little Fuzzy and his friends won, and when, on Sep-
tember 14, Chief Justice Frederic Pendarvis rapped with
his gavel after reading what would go down in Federa-
tion legal history as the Pendarvis Decisions, Zarathus-
tra became a Class-IV inhabited planet. The Space Navy
had to take over until a new Colonial Government could
be set up, and Bennett Rainsford was appointed Gover-
nor-General. The Zarathustra Company's charter was
as dead as the Code of Hammurabi.
And Fuzzy fuzzy holloway was now Fuzzy sapiens
Zarathustra.
He didn't know that anybody called him a Fuzzy.
When he and his kind called themselves anything, it was
Gashta, "People."
There were animals, of course, but they weren't
People. They couldn't talk, and they wouldn't make
friends. Some were large and dangerous, like the three-
horned hesh-nazza, or the night-hunting "screamers,"
or, worst of all, the gotza that soared on wide wings and
swooped upon their prey. And some were small and
good to eat, and the best of them were the zatku that
scuttled on many legs among the grass and had to be
broken out of their hard shells to get at the sweet white
meat. One hunted and killed to eat, and one avoided
being killed and eaten, and one tried to have all the fun
one could.
Hunting was fun if game was not too scarce and one
was not too hungry. And it was fun to outwit something
that was hunting one and make a good escape. And it
was fun to romp and chase one another through the
woods, and to find new things; and it was fun to make a
good sleeping-place and huddle together and talk until
sleep came. And then, when the sun came back from its
sleeping-place, it would be another day, and new and in-
teresting things would happen.
It had always been like that, for as long as he could
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remember, and that had been a long time. He couldn't
count how often the leaves had turned yellow and red
and then brown, and fallen from the trees. All those
who had been with the band when he was small were
gone, killed, or drifted away. Others had joined the
band, and now they called him Toshi-Sosso—Wise One,
One Who Knows Best—and they all did as he advised.
They had begun doing that when Old One had "made
dead." Old One had been a female; Little She, who
walked beside him now, was her daughter, one of the
very few Gashta who had been born alive and lived
more than very briefly,
It was Little She who saw the redberry bush even
before he did, and cried out in surprise:
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"Look, redberries! Not finish yet; good to eat!"
It was late to find redberries; mostly they were brown
and hard now, and not good. There would be no more
for a long time, until after new-leaf time and bird-
nesting time. In the meantime, though, there would be
other good-to-eat things; soon, on a tree they all knew,
would be big brown nuts, and when the shells were
cracked they would be soft and good inside. He looked
forward to eating them, but he wondered why all the
good-to-eat things couldn't be at the same time. It
would be nice if they could, but that was how things had
always been.
They crowded around the bush, careful to avoid the
sharp thorns, picking berries and popping them into
their mouths and spitting out the seeds, laughing and
talking about how good they were and how nice it was
to find them so late. Some of the younger ones forgot,
in their excitement, to keep watch. He rebuked them;
"Keep watch, all time; look around, listen. You not
watch, something come, eat you."
Really, there was no danger. None of the animals they
had cause to fear were about, and none of them could
hear the voices of People. Still, one must never forget to
watch. Not remembering was how one made dead.
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It wasn't fun, being Wise One. The others expected
him to do all the thinking for them. That was not good.
Suppose he made dead some time; who would think for
them then? After they had eaten all the berries, they
stood waiting for him to tell them what to do next.
"What we do now?" he asked them. "Where go?"
They all looked at him, wondering. Finally Other
She, who had joined the band between bird-nesting time
and groundberry time, before last leaf-turning time,
said:
"Hunt for zatku. Maybe find zatku for everybody."
She meant, a whole zatku for each of them. They
wouldn't; there weren't that many zatku. The day be-
fore yesterday, they had found two, only a few bites
apiece. Besides, they would find none here among the
rocks. Now was egg-laying time for zatku; they would
all be where the ground was soft, to dig holes to lay their
eggs. But they might find hatta-zosa here. He had seen
young trees with the bark gnawed off. Hatta-zosa were
good to eat, and if they killed two or three of them, it
would be meat enough that nobody would be hungry.
Besides, killing hatta-zosa was fun. They were nearly
as big as People, with strong jaws and sharp teeth, and
when cornered they fought savagely. It was hard to kill
them, and doing hard things was fun. He suggested
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hunting hatta-zosa, and they all agreed at once.
"Hatta-zosa stay among rocks." That was the young
male they called Fruitfinder. "Rocks more at top of
hill."
"Find moving-water," Big She offered. "Follow to
where it come out of ground."
"Look for where hatta-zosa chew bark off trees."
That was Lame One. He was not really lame, but he
had once hurt his leg and limped for a while, and after
that they all called him Lame One because nobody could
think of anything else to call him.
They started, line-abreast, each keeping sight of those
on either side. They hunted as they went, not very
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seriously, for they had just eaten the berries and if they
found hatta-zosa there would be much meat for every-
body. Once, Wise One stopped at a rotting log and dug
in it with the pointed end of his killing-club, and found
a toothsome white grub. Once or twice he heard some-
body chasing one of the little yellow lizards. Finally they
came to a small stream and stopped, taking turns drink-
ing and watching. They they followed it up to the spring
where it came out of the ground.
This would be a good place to come back to if
anything chased them. Trees grew close to it, with sharp
branches; a gotza could not dive through them. He
spoke of this, and the others agreed. And through the
trees above, he could see a cliff of yellow rock. Hatta-
zosa liked such places. The others hung back to let him
lead, and followed in single file. Now and then one
would point to a tree at which the hatta-zosa had been
chewing. Then they came to the edge of the brush, to a
stretch of open grass at the foot of the cliff.
There were seven hatta-zosa there, gray beasts as high
at the shoulder as a person's waist, all gnawing at trees.
They wouldn't be able to kill all of them, but if they
killed three or four they would have all the meat they
could eat. By this time, everybody had picked up stones
and carried them nested in the crooks of their elbows.
He touched Lame One with the knob of his killing-club.
"You," he said. "Stonebreaker. Other She. Go back
in brush, come around other side. We wait here. Chase
hatta-zosa to us, kill all you can."
Lame One nodded. He and his companions slipped
away noiselessly. For a long time. Wise One and the
others waited, and then he heard the voice of Lame
One, which the hatta-zosa could not hear: "Watch,
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now. We come."
He had a stone in his free hand, ready to throw, when
Lame One and Stonebreaker and Other She burst from
the brush, hurling stones. Other She's stone knocked
down a hatta-zosa and she brained it with her club. A
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stone he himself threw dazed another; he threw his other
stone, missing, and then ran in, swinging his club. There
were shouts all around him and a blur of fast-moving
golden-furred bodies. Then it was all over; they had
killed four, and three had gotten away. The others
wanted to give chase.
"No. We have meat, we eat," he said. "Then we go
away, hatta-zosa come back. Next light-time after dark-
time, we come back, kill more."
The others hadn't thought that far ahead. That was
why they were willing to let Wise One think for them.
They all looked around for stones to break to cut up the
hatta-zosa, but the stones here were all soft. They would
have to use their teeth and fingers. They helped each
other, one standing on the neck of a hatta-zosa while
two pulled it apart by the hind legs; they used stones as
hammers to break the bones.
At first, they ate greedily, for it had been sun-highest
time the day before since they had tasted red meat.
Then, their hunger satisfied, they ate more slowly, talk-
ing about the killing, boasting of what they had done.
He found the flat brown thing that was so good, ate half
of it, and gave the other half to Little She; the others
were also finding and sharing this tidbit.
It was then that he heard the sound of fear, more a
rapid vibration in his head than a real noise. The others
also heard it, and stopped eating.
"Gotza come," he said. "Two gotza."
They all looked quickly above them, and then began
tearing loose meat and cramming their mouths. They
would not have long to enjoy this feast. He put up a
hand to keep the sun from his eyes, and saw a gotza
approaching—the thin body between the wide pointed
wings, the pointed head in front, the long tail. It was
closer than he liked, and he was sure it had seen them.
There was another behind it and, farther away, a third.
This was bad.
They all snatched their killing-clubs and the big hind
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legs of the hatta-zosa which they had saved for last in
case they might have to run. The first gotza was turning
to dive upon them and they were about to dash under
the trees when the terrible thing happened.
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From the top of the cliff above them came a noise,
loud as thunder, but short and hard; he had never heard
a noise like that before. The nearest gotza thrashed its
wings and then fell, straight down. There was a second
noise like the first, but sharper and less loud; the next
gotza also fell, into a tree, crashing down through the
branches. A third noise, exactly like the first, and the
third gotza dropped into the woods. Then was silence.
"Gotza make dead!" somebody cried. "What make
do?"
"Thunder-noise kill gotza; maybe kill us next."
"Bad place this," Lame One was clamoring. "Make
run fast."
They fled, carrying all they could of the meat, back to
the spring. Everything was silent now, except for fright-
cries of birds, also disturbed by the loud noises. Finally
they were still, and there was nothing but the buzzing of
insects. The People began to eat. After a while, there
was a new sound, shrill but not unpleasant. It seemed to
move about, and then grew fainter and went away. The
birds began chirping calmly again.
The People argued while they ate. None of them knew
what had really happened, and most of them wanted to
go as far from this place as they could. Maybe they were
right, but Wise One wanted to know more about what
had happened.
"A new thing has come," he told them. "Nobody has
ever told of a thing like this before. It is a thing that kills
gotza. If it only kills gotza, it is good. If it kills People
too, it is bad. We not know. Better we know now, then
we can take care." He finished gnawing the meat from
the leg-bone and threw it aside, then washed his hands,
dried them on grass, and picked up his club. "Come.
We go back. Maybe we learn something."
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The others were afraid, but he was Wise One, One
Who Knows Best. If he thought they should go back,
that was the thing to do. Sometimes it was good for one
to do the thinking for the others. It saved argument, and
things got done.
At the foot of the cliff, one gotza lay on the open
grass, and feekee-birds had begun to peck at it. That
was good; feekee-birds never pecked at anything that
had life. They flew away, scolding, as he and the others
approached.
There was a small bleeding hole under one of the
gotza's wings, as though a sharp stick had been stabbed
into it, though he could not see how anything could go
through the tough scaly hide. Then he looked at the
other side, and gave a cry of astonishment that brought
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all the others running. Whatever had stabbed the gotza
had gone clear through, tearing out a great gaping
wound. Maybe it had been thunder that had killed the
gotza, though the sky had been blue; he had seen what
thunder flashes did when they struck trees. He looked at
the other gotza, the one that had fallen through the
boughs of the tree. There was a hole under its chin, and
the whole top of the head was gone, the skull shattered.
He thought of going to look for the third gotza, which
had fallen in the woods, but decided not to bother. The
others were exchanging shocked comments. Nobody
had ever heard of anything being killed like this.
At first, he could persuade none of the others to climb
to the top of the cliff, and so started up alone. Before he
had reached the top, however, they were all following,
ashamed to stay below. There were no trees at the top,
only scattered bushes and sparse grass and sandy
ground. Everything was still and, until he found the
footprints, quite ordinary.
They resembled no footprints any of them had ever
seen or heard of; they were a little like the footprints of
People, and whatever had made them had walked on
two feet. But there were no toe-prints, only a flat sole
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that widened at the middle and tapered to a rounded
end, and a heel-mark that looked like the backward
print of some kind of hoof. And they were huge, three
times as big as the footprints of People. Whatever had
made them had walked with a stride longer than a per-
son's height. There were two sets, only slightly different
in size and shape.
He wondered for a moment if they might not have
been made by some kind of giant People. No, that
couldn't be; People were People, and there were no
other kind. At least, nobody had ever told about giant
People. But then, nobody had ever told about some-
thing that killed flying gotza with noises like thunder,
either.
Something immense and heavy had rested on the cliff
top not long ago; it had broken bushes and flattened
grass, and even crushed some stones. The strange foot-
prints were all around where it had been. Those who
had made the strange footprints must have brought this
huge and heavy thing with them, and taken it away
again. That meant that they must be very strong indeed.
And it meant that they must be People of some kind.
Only People carried things about with them. One of the
males, the one they called Stabber because he liked to
use the pointed end of his killing-club instead of the
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knob, thought of that too.
"Bring big thing here; take away. We look for tracks,
see which way go. Then we go other way."
Stabber didn't wait for Wise One to do all the think-
ing. He would remember that, teach Stabber all he
knew. Then, if he died, Stabber could lead the band.
They started away from where the heavy thing had
been, to the edge of the cliff. It was there that Little She
found the first of the bright-things.
She cried out and picked it up, holding it out to show.
She should not have done that; she did not know what it
was. But as it had not hurt her. Wise One took it to look
at it. It was not alive, and he did not think it had ever
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been, though he could not be sure. There were live-
things, things that moved, like People and animals, and
live-things that had "made dead." Then there were
growing-things, like trees and grass and fruit and
flowers; and there were ground-things, stones and rocks
and sand and things like that. Usually, one could tell
which was which, but not this thing.
It was yellow and bright, and glistened in the sunlight
—straight, round through, and a little longer than his
hand, open at one end and closed at the other. Near the
open end it narrowed abruptly and then became straight
again. There was a groove all around the closed end,
and in the middle of the closed end was a spot, whitish
instead of yellow and dented as though something small
and sharp had hit it very hard. Around this spot were
odd markings. He sniffed at the open end; it had a
sharp, bitter smell, utterly strange.
A moment later Stonebreaker found another, a little
smaller and more tapered from the closed end to the
shoulder. Then he found a third, exactly like the one
Little She had found.
Three thunder-noises, one less loud than the others.
Three bright-things, one smaller than the others. And
two kinds of bright-things, and two sets of big foot-
prints. That might mean something. He would think
about it. They found tracks all around where the heavy
thing had been, and also to and from the edge of the
cliff, but none going away in any direction.
"Maybe fly," Stabber said. "Like bird, like gotza."
"And carry great heavy thing?" Big She asked in-
credulously.
"How else?" Stabber insisted. "Come here, go away.
Not make tracks on ground, then fly in air."
There was a gotza circling far away; Wise One
pointed to it. Soon there would be many gotza, come to
feed on the three that had been killed. Gotza ate their
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own dead; that was another reason why People loathed
gotza. Better leave now. Soon the gotza would be close
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enough to see them. He could hear its wing-sounds very
faintly.
Wing-sounds! That was what they had heard at the
spring; the shrill, wavering sound had been the wing-
sound of the flying Big Ones.-.
"Yes," he said. "They flew. We heard them."
He looked again at the bright-thing in his hand, com-
paring it with the other two. Little She was saying:
"Bright-things pretty. We keep?"
"Yes," he told her. "We keep."
Then Wise One looked at the markings on the closed
end of the one in his hand. All sorts of things had mark-
ings—fruit and stones, and the wings of insects, and the
shells of zatku. It was fun to find something with odd
markings, and then talk about what they looked like.
But nobody ever found anything that was marked:
He didn't wonder what the markings meant. Mark-
ings never meant anything. They just happened.
iti.
Jack Holloway signed the paper—authorization for
promotion of trooper Felix Krajewski, Zarathustra
Native Protection Force, to rank of corporal—and
tossed it into the OUT tray. A small breeze, pleasantly
cool, came in at the open end of the prefab hut, bringing
with it from outside the noises of construction work to
compete with the whir and clatter of computers and
roboclerks in the main office beyond the partition. He
laid down the pen, brushed his mustache with the mid-
dle knuckle of his trigger finger, and then picked up his
pipe, relighting it. Then he took another paper out of
the IN tray.
Authorization for payment of five hundred and fifty
sols, compensation for damage done to crops by Fuz-
zies; endorsed as investigated and approved by George
Lunt, Major Commanding, ZNPF. He remembered the
incident: a bunch of woods-Fuzzies who had slipped
through George's chain of posts at the south edge of the
Piedmont and gotten onto a sugar plantation and into
mischief. Probably ruined one tenth as many sugar-
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plant seedlings as the land-prawns which the Fuzzies
killed there would have destroyed. But the Government
wasn't responsible for land-prawns, and it was respon-
sible for Fuzzies, and any planter who wouldn't stick
the Government for all the damages he could ought to
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be stuffed and put in a museum as a unique specimen.
He signed it and reached for the next paper.
It was a big one, a lot of sheets stapled together. He
pried out the staple. Covering letter from Governor-
General Bennett Rainsford, attention Commissioner of
Native Affairs; and then another on the letterhead of
the Charterless Zarathustra Company, Ltd., of Zara-
thustra, signed by Victor Grego, Pres. He grinned. That
"Charterless" looked like typical Grego gallows humor;
it also made sense, since it kept the old initials for the
trademark. And for the cattle-brand. Anybody who'd
ever tried rebranding a full-grown veldbeest could see
the advantage of that.
Acknowledgment of eighteen sunstones, total weight
93.6 carats, removed from Yellowsand Canyon for
study prior to signing of lease agreement. Copy of re-
ceipt signed by Grego and his chief geologist, en-
dorsed by Gerd van Riebeek, Chief of Scientific Branch,
Zarathustra Commission for Native Affairs, and by
Lieutenant Hirohito Bjornsen, ZNPF. Color photo-
graphs of each of the eighteen stones: they were beau-
tiful, but no photograph could do justice to a warm
sunstone, glowing with thermofluorescence. He looked
at them carefully. He was an old sunstone-digger him-
self, and knew what he was looking at. One hundred
seventeen thousand sols on the Terra gem market;
S-42,120 in royalties for the Government, in trust for
the Fuzzies. And this wasn't even the front edge of the
beginning; these were just the prospect samples. This
time next year . . .
He initialed Ben Rainsford's letter, stapled the stuff
together, and tossed it into the FILE tray. As he did, the
communication screen beside him buzzed. Turning in
his chair, he flipped the screen on and looked, through
it, into the interior of another prefab hut like this one,
fifteen hundred miles to the north on the Fuzzy Reserva-
tion. A young man, with light hair and a pleasantly
tough and weather-beaten face, looked out of it. He was
in woodsclothes, the breast of his jacket loaded with
clips of rifle cartridges.
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