WITH THE LIGHTNINGS(90)

Lamsoe and Sun, the detachment's armorer and armorer's mate by necessity, were in the clearing working on the guns. Daniel had seen enough of the pair to respect their competence but, like Adele, he very much doubted that the weapons could be safely reconditioned under the present circumstances.

"Where's Ms. Mundy?" he asked. He heard ratings calling from the forest, gathering food from the species he'd indicated before the sudden tropic nightfall of the previous day. They'd begun cutting wood besides. Rhythmic axe blows rang from deeper in the forest.

Hogg lay on a leaf mat, beneath a shelter like the one that had covered Daniel. At intervals Sun leaned over and mopped Hogg's face and mouth with a damp rag. Hogg was breathing hoarsely and, for the first time in Daniel's recollection, looked his age.

"She went back to the beach for a better line to the satellites she's using," Woetjans said, also a little grimmer for viewing Hogg. "There's six ratings there on the salvage detail, so no wog's going to catch her alone."

The big bosun's mate shook her head. "Mind, I'd bet her against the whole lot of them. She surprised the living shit outa me, she did."

"Yeah," said Daniel. "Me too."

He shrugged, loosening his muscles a little more. "I'm going to take her on a tour of the neighborhood," he said. "She can get me details on the wildlife through her computer."

Daniel grinned and added, "And she can be my bodyguard, so don't put on that sour expression, Woetjans. The rest of the detachment has its duties laid out, so I'm the party best spared for scouting."

Whistling and feeling better with every step—he still had a ways better to feel, he admitted—Daniel walked down the path to the beach. It was improved over the simple trackway they'd forced through the undergrowth the day before. The yacht hadn't carried machetes or axes, but the ratings had improvised.

Adele sat at the edge of the beach, her back to a tree with knobby joints in its trunk. Her legs splayed out before her instead of being crossed. As he'd expected, the personal data unit was on her lap and the wands in her hands. She didn't notice Daniel's arrival till Barnes shouted a greeting from the Ahura's upturned hull.

"I'm downloading everything I can find on Kostroman botany," she said by way of greeting. Despite the brusque opening, she'd smiled to see him up and about. "The files are an awful tangle. Everything on this planet is an awful tangle."

"That's why they need experts from Cinnabar," Daniel said cheerfully. "Let's take a walk and see if we can't do some untangling."

Adele shut her computer down and transferred it to its sheath with a stringent caution that any spacer could recognize and approve. Only then did she rise, using Daniel's offered arm as an anchor. It was like watching someone stand while wearing stilts. The two of them had stayed aboard the yacht until the instant it went over, so they'd had long dives into the water.

Daniel gestured to the left, past the salvage crew and along the lagoon side of the island. Fresh water was going to be a major concern when they left the atoll's fruit behind in their jury-rigged vessel, and barrel trees couldn't set their free-standing roots in ocean currents.

"A good thing we didn't hit the land," he said. He grinned. "Or the coral."

"When I got up this morning, I didn't think I could hurt any more than I did," Adele said as she fell clumsily into step with him. "My knees were the size of melons. By now some of the swelling's gone down and I'm almost glad that I wasn't killed."

Daniel blinked, then realized she was joking. He chuckled.

He supposed she was joking.

There was no path through the jungle anywhere on the island. Daniel would have been surprised to find it otherwise since large animals were unlikely to reach the atoll except if carried here by humans. It was fairly easy to move through the interior because the shaded undergrowth grew soft-stemmed and sickly, but to find the barrel trees they had to scout the margins.

He took the lead as they entered a thicket. The shrubs had thin, ropy stems with an explosion of green and yellow leaves at the peak fifteen feet in the air. Despite Daniel's weight, the plants resisted him like a human mob.

"How is Hogg?" Adele asked quietly from behind him.

"Not great," Daniel admitted, as he forced his way through to a less obstructive stretch of vegetation. He was sweating and breathing hard as he spread the last of the ropy shrubs for his companion.

"We can use these for fiber if we need to," he said to Adele. "Though there was plenty of spare line aboard the Ahura. That'll be simpler unless we can't locate it now."

Tiny insects shimmered about them, tickling as they drank human body oils and sometimes drowned in the droplets they craved. A wedge of lagoon entered the island here. Stalked eyes peered from the water, then vanished in bubbles and swirls of mud.