amc.killashandra-第21部分
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On her voyage to the fifth island； a fair sized one； she had her worst fright。 Despite the sun's being at high noon； she found herself in the midst of a school of tiny fish that was being harvested by several mammoth denizens。 At one point she was briefly stranded on a creature's flank when it unexpectedly surfaced under her。 She didn't know whether to swim furiously for the distant shore or lie motionless； but before she could make a decision the immense body swirled its torpedo tail in the air and sounded。 Killashandra was pulled under by the fierce turbulence of its passage； and she swallowed a good deal more water than she liked before she returned to the surface。
As soon as she clambered up on the fifth island； she headed for the nearest ripe polly fruit only to discover that she had lost her hatchet； the last packets of emergency rations； and the fish hooks。 She slaked her thirst on overripe polly fruit； ignoring the rank taste for the sake of the moisture。 That need attended to； she gathered up enough dry fronds to cushion her body； and went to sleep。
She woke sometime in the night； thirsting for more of the overripe fruit which she hunted in the dark； cursing as she tripped over debris and fell into bushes； staggering about in her search until she had to admit to herself that her behavior was somewhat bizarre。 About the same time she realized that she was drunk！ The innocent polly fruit had been fermenting！ Given her Ballybran adaptation； the state could only have been allowed by her weakened constitution。 Giggling； she lay down on the ground； impervious to sand or disfort and fell into a second drunken sleep。
Much the worse for her various excesses； Killashandra awoke with a ghastly headache and a terrible need for water。 Number five was a much larger island than her other way stops and she was searching so diligently to relieve her thirst that she almost passed the little canoe without its registering on her consciousness。
It was only a small canoe； pulled up beyond the high tide mark； a paddle angling from the narrow prow。 At another time and without her urgent need； Killashandra would not have ventured out on the open sea in such a flimsy craft。 But someone had already brought it from wherever they came so it could as easily convey her elsewhere； too。 Her need for water diminished by this happy discovery； Killashandra climbed the nearest polly tree and； hanging precariously to the ridged trunk； managed to saw through several stems with her short knife blade。
She didn't waste time then； but threw the fruit into the small craft； slid it into the gentle waves； and paddled down the coast as fast as she could； just in case the owner should return and demand the return of his canoe。
While she no longer needed to wait until noon to cross to the next island in her northern course； Killashandra's previous day's fright made her cautious。 She keenly felt the loss of her hatchet。 But good fortune continued to surprise her for； as she paddled around a narrow headland； she spotted the unmistakable sign of a small stream draining into the sea。 She could even paddle a short way up its mouth and did so； pausing to scoop up a handful of sweet water before she jumped out of the canoe and pulled it out of sight under the bushes。 Then she lay down by the water and drank until she was pletely sated。
By evening； just before the sun suddenly settled below the horizon in the manner characteristic of tropical latitudes； she stood out on the headland； deciding which of the island masses she would attempt to reach the next day。 The nearest ones were large； by parison； but the distant smudge lay long against the horizon。 The water lapped seductively over her toes and she decided that she had fooled around with the minor stuff long enough。 With the canoe； a fair start in the morning； and plenty of fruit in her little craft； she could certainly make the big island； however distant。
She had the foresight to weave herself a sun hat； with a fishtail down her back to prevent sunstroke； for she wouldn't have the cooling water about her as she had while swimming。 She had no experience with currents or riptides； nor had she considered the possibility of sudden squalls interrupting her journey。 Those she encountered halfway across the deep blue stretch of sea to the large island。
She was so busy trying to correct her course while the current pulled her steadily south that she was unaware of the squall until it pelted against her sunburned back。 The next thing she knew she was waist deep in water。 How the canoe stayed afloat at all； she didn't know。 Bailing was a futile exercise but it was the only remedy she had。 Then suddenly she felt the canoe sinking with her and； in a panic lest she be pulled down； she swam clear； and had no way to resist the insidious pull of the current。
Once again the stubborn survival instinct came to Killashandra's aid； and wisely she ceased struggling against the current and the run of the waves； and concentrated on keeping her head above water。 She was still thrashing her arms when her legs grated against a hard surface。 She crawled out of the water and a few more meters from the pounding surf before oblivion overcame her。
Familiar sounds and familiar smells penetrated her fatigue and allowed her to enjoy the pangs of thirst and hunger once again。 Awareness of her surroundings gradually increased and she roused to the sound of human voices raised in a happy clamor somewhere nearby。 She sat up and found herself on one end of a wide curving beach of incredible beauty； on a harbor sheltering a variety of shipping。 A large settlement dominated the center of the harbor； with mercial buildings at the center gradually giving way to residences and a broad promenade that paralleled the beach before retreating into the polly plantations。
For a long time Killashandra could only sit and stare at the scene； rendered witless by her great good fortune。 And then not at all sure what her next step should be。 To arrive； announcing her rank and title； demanding transport back to the City？ How many people had been privy to her abduction？ An island weapon had made the first assault against her。 She had better go cautiously。 She had better act circumspectly。
Yes； indeed she should； she realized as she stood up and found herself without a shred of clothing on her body。 Nudity might not be appreciated here。 She was too far away to notice how much or how little clothing the happy group on her side of the bay was wearing。 So she would get close enough to discover。
She did that with little trouble； and also discovered abandoned clothing； shirts and long； full skirts of decoratively painted polly fiber as well as undecorated underskirts。 So she took several of those； picking from different piles； and a conservatively marked shirt and dressed herself。 She also filched several packets of food； spoiling someone's picnic lunch but filling the void in her belly。 No footwear had been left on the beach； so she concluded that bare feet would not be distinctive and her soles were sufficiently callused now not to trouble her。 The off…white of her underskirts set off the fine brown of her tanned skin。
She tucked her knife under the waistband； then set off on the well…marked path toward the main settlement。
Chapter 9
What Killashandra required most was a credit outlet。 She would need more clothing … a proper； decorated overdress … if she was to blend in with the islanders。 As well； she needed some sort of acmodation and enough credit to get her back to the mainland or wherever the City was located。
None of the mercial buildings facing the harbor appeared to have credit outlets； though all had intake units。 One of them had to； or this planet was more backward than she'd previously thought。 Every inhabited planet utilized the standard credit facilities。
She had a bit of a fright； too； while she was making her initial reconnaissance … the sight of herself in a reflective surface。 Sun had streaked the top layer of her dark hair almost blonde； had bleached her eyebrows to nonexistence。 This； plus the deep brown of her tan； altered her appearance so that she had almost not recognized herself。 The whites and the intense green of her eyes with the filtering lenses were emphasized by the tan and dominated her face。 The exertions of the last few days had thinned all the flesh which she had acquired with easy living on the voyage。 She was as gaunt as if she'd been in the Crystal Ranges for weeks。 Furthermore she felt like she had。 Why was it； when she was tired； she still felt the crystal surging through her bones？
There was only one other building on the waterfront； set off a little from the others； looking rather more prosperous。 A factor's residence？ She made for it； having little choice； ignoring the covert glances of the few pedestrians。 Was the munity so small that any stranger was remarkable？ Or was it indeed her lack of the proper attire that occasioned their scrutiny？
She recognized the building's function as soon as she climbed the short flight of stairs to the wide verandah which surrounded all four sides。 The smell of stale beer and spirits was manifest； as well as a burned…vegetable odor； pungent and not altoge
