Anne McCaffrey - Decision at Doona

“It's the same transparent stuff,” Vic assured Gaynor after he had poked and scraped, and made no mark. “Tough as a plastic.”

“Seals the wood and strengthens it, huh?” Gaynor murmured, sniffling constantly as he examined the span and the coated footings. “By God, we could use that wood for pretty nearly all our building needs and not have to wait for a plastics extruder. Find out how they make that, will you, Ken? And the rest of you guys, c'mon. Let's build our end just the way they did.”

“Good? Hmmm?” asked Hrrula, grinning at Reeve as the skiff took the first load of men back to their side.

“Very good,” Ken agreed. “What is it by you called?” he asked carefully in Hrruban.

''Rlba,'' Hrrula replied and Reeve groaned.

The 'l' became liquid but the 'r' took a savage roll and the upward accent fell on the final vowel.

Hrrunka, another of the Hrrubans whom Ken could now recognize on sight, was stirring the rlba, which had been placed over a small fire to keep it at boiling point. The smell was pungent, reminiscent of the scent exuded by rla bark when sun-warmed. Hrrunka gestured Ken over, pointed to the rlabans behind him, pantomimed boring a hole, the sap running out, heating the sap to boiling point, brushing it on, waiting an arbitrary time; then, Hrrunka indicated, the sap hardened completely.

By the end of that day, the bridge was completed, twenty-six feet long, seven feet wide, sturdy enough for the colonists' power sled, constructed of native materials and with native ingenuity.

"IF – " AND THE First Speaker's voice projected sharply through the startled hubbub caused by Third's empassioned peroration, "we abandon the planet now, with no logical explanation for the disappearance – and I see no logical explanation short of killing our people outright and leaving their bodies to be found . . ."

«Really, sir,» and Third was on his feet with indignation, «that solution – your solution – is the most . . .»

“Then let me continue!”

The stern disapproval in First's voice effectively quelled Third's brashness.

"By leaving the planet without logical explanation for such a retreat," and he delicately emphasized that word, stirring long forgotten pride in many chests, "we invite trouble to come to us – here! At the moment, we can contain it there – " he pointed to the star map and the red-flagged planet under discussion, it was obviously at a safe distance from the home system. "And we can probe, observe and, above all, think deeply on which course to pursue."

“The Prime Rule already states every single contingency . . .”

The Third Speaker's reliance on that Rule struck the Chief as totally inconsistent. For a person who constantly quoted platitudes and proverbs, he showed a remarkably different stripe in a crisis which he couldn't explain with a trite phrase.

“The Prime Rule states every contingency-except this one,” the Fourth Speaker in charge of Education interrupted. “As any fool could see,” and Fourth's nostrils twitched with disapproval “the planet had no evidence of sentient life when we established our communities. The project prints out most creditable results in the short time it has been in effect. I do wish, now, that we had not specified that these units be withdrawn during the long cold season. The youngsters could just as easily have taken instruction there as here and we might not have lost the colony.”

“We haven't lost it yet,” the First Speaker reminded him gently. “I believe the Eighth Speaker has a computer analysis of the situation?”

Eighth rose and bowed with composure to the assembled before he unfolded the tapes in his hand. He scanned them quickly and, with the slightest smile on his features, placed them carefully down on the table.

“The data is insufficient for a prognosis,” he said and sat down.

“Insufficient?” Third protested above the polite murmurs of the others. “How can that be?”

Eight rose slightly from his chair and passed the tapes across to Third. He looked at them nonplussed, his jaw dropping with astonishment.

“Yes, the data is indeed insufficient,” First remarked.

Privately the Chief was twitching with delight. He would never have guessed that the Eighth Speaker might be on their side, willingly or unwillingly guided by the infallible tapes of his computer banks.

«Common sense,» First was saying, «deep meditation and – and these tapes – point out the inadvisability of rash moves. Therefore, let us hear from Eight what additional data must be collected before probability curves can be plotted.»

“And you'll abide by that?” Third leaped on the compromise.

“Of course,” the First Speaker agreed easily and indicated that the floor was now Eighth's.

“We shall need to know, first of all, the language. I understand strides are being made in that direction already. It would be helpful to know their cultural level, scientific abilities, some indication of their moral values as regards family life, goals, customs . . .”

“Nonsense,” sputtered Third, looking directly at Second who had been remarkably quiet throughout this meeting. “What we need to know is the strength of their weapons, their space fleet, the position of their home worlds, the . . .”

“That is quite enough, Third! You are interrupting Eighth.”

“But you aren't dealing with the core of the matter at all, First. You know you aren't.” Third's voice rang with an angry note in which the Chief detected a ring of fear. “We've got to be able to destroy them before they can . . .”

«And who has prated most of the Prime Rule, Third Speaker?» The anger in First's tone was not fear-based; it was the indignation of a patient, overtried man. «Destruction has not been our operational aim in thousands of years. Let us not retrogress to it in this crisis. Let us, instead, learn as much as we can of our new friends – yes, friends, Third, not enemies! For it would be race suicide for us in our present decadence to consider them anything else until we have good cause to do so. And I, for one, do not believe we shall have cause.»

“We must protect our people,” Third insisted, pounding the table with his fist. “We cannot permit them to be slaughtered as our team on . . .”

“Withdrawal can be effected instantly,” Second remarked calmly.

The Chief longed to speak but could not even catch First's eye.

"Can you imagine the effect on our new friends," First continued, all our people just – disappeared? They are not unintelligent, for they already have space travel, and our disappearance can only precipitate more speculation than we wish. Indeed, I believe it will be only a matter of time before one of them adds up the anomalies we have already presented them. It is far better for us to preserve the facade of low-culture post-nomadic . . ."

“A ridiculous notion; degrading, a spurious protection . . .” Third muttered audibly.

“Are any of your stripe there?” First asked with mild concern.

“Of course not. More sense than to participate in such an outlandish idea”

“Considering the volume of space separating us from this planet, how high is the probability of their race finding our home world?” Fifth asked Eighth.

Fifth was another unknown quantity, the Chief knew, for it was only in the past year that Fifth had shown an interest in the botanical, pharmaceutical and mineral resources of the world. Specimens had been quickly procured for his research laboratories but Fifth had issued no reports on his findings.

“I have run that probability through the computer,” Eighth replied slowly, “but again, the data is insufficient. We know nothing of the tenacity and aggressiveness of this race.”