The Gral
Leryn looked at the carnage around her. The Verindi had suffered the main losses. Her own people had been lucky with only one casualty but it was her sister-son Kinmo who had died. He had been like a brother to Matui who now sat grief-stricken beside Kinmo's body. With a heavy heart she stood up and walked to her son's side.
"He was a brave warrior. He gave his life for the gods and he will be rewarded," she said.
Matui did not reply.
The remaining two warriors stood on guard. Leryn joined them and watched the surviving Verindi flee towards the Great Desert. Ten of them had been killed by the Lake People, and now the others would die by the Goddess's hand. For a moment Leryn regretted that peace could not have been established between their tribes but on recalling Verindi atrocities she dismissed the thought. They were well rid of the cannibals.
"Leryn," a soft voice pleaded.
She turned to see Kirk staring up at her. He held the shivering gral as if it was a child and she could clearly sense his anguish.
"I will try to help him," she said and knelt beside them.
She studied the knife which protruded from the animal's paw. It was a crude but effective weapon. It had been dipped in a poison; she could see the tell-tale staining on the blade. There would normally be little chance of the gral's survival but Kirk's pain was so intense that she did not have the heart to tell him that.
She patted the god's arm in a reassuring gesture and reconsidered. It depended on how much poison was on the knife. Certainly it would be enough to kill a person but the gral was a large and powerful animal and this one was also a god. Perhaps if she could sear the wound to drive out the spirit of the poison.
****
Kirk saw the old woman get up and walk away. Maybe she was unable to help but he thought she would have tried. He mentally shook himself. These people, however friendly, were alien and could not be judged by his or Spock's standards. He tried to contact Spock's mind again but the Vulcan's thoughts were in turmoil, befuddled from the tranquillisers and poison in his system. Kirk caught occasional glimpses of what had happened since the capture and it made him at first livid with rage, then cold with fear for his friend's life.
Yet, somehow he knew that Spock, deep in his mind, was aware of his presence.
The knife had to be removed and if the woman was not going to do it then that task must fall on him. He was no expert in medical matters but he had been trained, as all Starfleet personnel were, in first aid. The problem was that the gral form was so alien and he only hoped that he would not damage Spock further. The Vulcan had a wider medical knowledge and had once told Kirk of the healing traditions on both sides of his family. If only Spock could help him now.
Kirk braced himself. If the gral nature came to the fore then this procedure that he was about to attempt would be highly dangerous. He settled Spock onto the ground and touched his head. I'm going to remove the knife, Spock. I'm sorry. This will hurt.
He grabbed the hilt but before he could withdraw the knife, Leryn squatted beside him and held out her own sharp dagger. It was red hot and suddenly Kirk understood. He paled. McCoy would use a sterile field and anti-toxins but for this primitive culture the use of basic methods against infection might be their only recourse.
"Forgive me, Spock," he whispered and drew out the knife.
Spock whimpered and fresh blood began to flow from the wound. Kirk indicated that Leryn should wait for a moment and he lay on his side, wrapped his arms around the shaggy gral neck, as far from those sharp teeth as possible and hung on.
The gral's roar split the air. His anguish seared through Kirk's mind. Spock snarled and bucked but his weakened body could not dislodge Kirk as a second streak of agony then a third racked them. Kirk almost gagged at the smell of the burnt flesh then without warning the pain stopped. One second Spock was there, then his presence was gone and only silence remained.
Tears of pain and grief streamed down Kirk's face. Spock, he silently cried. Spock don't die. Don't die.
He wept into the soft fur, exhausted and afraid, shaken by the pain and heartbroken by the knowledge that his best friend might be dead.
"Kirk," a woman's voice said. "Kirk."
He forced himself to sit up. He swallowed hard, stared down at Spock's body, and relief made him weak as he noticed the slight rise and fall of the gral's chest. Spock had only passed out from the pain. Kirk knuckled the tears away and looked at Leryn.
Her grey eyes were wide as she reached out to touch his damp cheek. "Spock," she said, followed by a string of words he did not understand.
Kirk looked down at the seared paw then back at Leryn. "Will he live?"
She seemed to comprehend his meaning and after what seemed to be a reassuring smile, she reached into a pouch, pulled out a small bag and opened it. She took out a hard pod, emptied some powder from the bag into the container, mixed it with water then spread the paste onto the wound. She chanted as she worked and Kirk could only watch her and hope that whatever she was doing would work.
There was nothing he could do to help her so he returned his attention to Spock. He stroked the soft ears, scratched behind them, and called his friend's name. There was still silence and Kirk could only regret that he did not have any telepathic ability. Only a trained psi-healer might be able to reach him yet, Kirk recalled a time when he had done exactly that. He had activated the link between them by touching his fingertips to Spock's. But how could he initiate that type of contact with Spock in this animal body?
'The bond of brotherhood lies deep,' Spock had once told him.
He had to find a way to help the Vulcan heal his injuries.
The Council
First Speaker dissolved the thought-screen. This has gone far enough. They have suffered enough. We must end this experiment now.
No, replied Second Speaker. We must determine how Kirk will accomplish this feat.
Spock is close to death but we can and must cure him, First Speaker said.
Although she is a primitive, the Priestess is a skilled healer. She may yet be able to cure him, said Third Speaker.
And if she cannot, First Speaker said. And what of the anguish both Kirk and Spock have endured? It is not civilised to put any sentient being through this torture. The United Federation of Planets will never permit us to join them once our behaviour is known.
Second Speaker laughed. You have done nothing but oppose this from the beginning. If you are unable to cope with the test then perhaps you should step down. I will take over the Council. Once the experiment is over we can wipe it from their minds and their Federation need never know.
You are barbaric, First Speaker replied. Your cruelty is well documented You think that any other species is inferior.
Indeed they are. We, Anjano, are the highest forms of life in the galaxy.
Your arrogance is inappropriate to a race who supposedly seeks membership of the United Federation of Planets, said First Speaker.
Second Speaker's wings rustled and he did not reply.
The Vulcans are a species with formidable telepathic gifts, First Speaker continued. They respect life too much to do what we have done. We should learn from their example.
We must take another vote to decide whether the test shall continue, said Third Speaker.
Agreed, First Speaker said and counted the votes. One hundred and twenty four against.
There is your answer, Second Speaker sneered.
First Speaker hesitated then replied, I cannot be a party to this any longer. Those who agree must leave the Council with me.
Go, said Second Speaker. We will manage without you. Do not interfere with the experiment.
You will find it difficult to monitor them with a little over half the Council, First Speaker scoffed. Come, my friends, we leave this place at once.
Cowards, Second Speaker shouted. We are well rid of you.
You will regret this, First Speaker replied as he led the way out of the chamber.
He would find a way to help Kirk and Spock or else the Vulcan would surely die. These two brave Starfleet officers were admirable beings and if he did not come to their assistance he would not be able to live with his conscience.
The Wind Gods
The Lake People found large vats of water and a store of food hidden in the Verindis' abandoned cave. They brought as much as they could carry to the plateau where Kirk kept vigil at Spock's side.
The godling looked up as Leryn held out a piece of dried meat to him. A strange expression passed over his face and he indicated his refusal. The Priestess urged him to take it but he was adamant and she complied with his wishes. She offered him water and some vegetables, which he accepted, but he only half-heartedly nibbled at the food and sipped at the water.
No doubt Kirk was worried about his brother, the gral. Yet why did he not ask his Mother, the Goddess, to help? Leryn reminded herself that the ways of the gods were mysterious and not for mortals to question. He permitted her to treat his injuries but he seemed depressed and she was concerned for him.
She chanted softly to herself, praying to the Goddess for guidance.
There was a sudden beating of mighty wings. She and her people looked up to see many of the Wind-Gods hovering high above. Leryn had never seen so many of them before and she cowered on the ground and covered her eyes. Why were they here? Was it in answer to her prayer?
The sky began to darken and within moments it was as black as night. Leryn continued to make herself as small as possible, so as not to attract the Wind-Gods' attention, as a fierce battle raged above.
"Mother of all," she whispered. "What have we done to anger you?"
****
The winged creatures had been flying too high for Kirk to distinguish before it had become so black, that he could not even see his hand in front of him. What the hell? he wondered.
Piercing screeches set Kirk's teeth on edge. Powerful gusts of air almost knocked him over. He could hear the swish of wings draw close and he bowed over, protecting Spock's head with his own body. There was a battle going on in the sky and, in this darkness, there was no escape. They would have to stay put and hope the conflict would pass them by. Kirk hated being so helpless but there was nothing he could do about it.
Spock, he tried silently. If only you could hear me. If only I could reach your mind. He tensed at the loud flapping immediately above them, then he and Spock were suddenly enclosed in a warm cocoon. He could hear the thumping of fast heartbeats and the scent of damp feathers reached his nostrils.
Who are you? he asked, not really expecting a reply.
Friends, a voice replied. We will try to help you.
Kirk was lifted up. He gasped as he was violently shaken from side to side but retained enough presence of mind to keep his hold on Spock as they were taken on a roller-coaster journey which seemed to last forever. Those who carried them were powerful but despite their reassuring words, he was taking no chances on being separated from Spock again.
A sudden sense of displacement momentarily made him dizzy. Their cocoon split apart and he was falling, unable to stop himself. The warm gral body was torn from his grasp and he flailed in mid air, helpless and alone.
He was caught in a powerful hold and lowered down to a solid surface. Forgive me, the voice said. We have done what we can. You will be safer here. Keep going. If possible, we will return for you.
What about Spock? Where are we? Kirk tried to ask but the presence was gone.
Kirk opened his eyes to daylight. He was sprawled out, face down, on a sandy beach. He could hear waves crashing, raucous bird cries, and harsh breathing. He struggled to his knees and sighed with relief when he saw Spock lying nearby. He slid over, touched the smooth muzzle then examined the injured paw. To his delight it seemed almost healed. He checked the gral body and saw that there was hardly a mark on it. Somehow, their 'friend' had helped Spock's injuries as well as take them both away from the battle.
He sat back shaken but thankful for the assistance they had received. There were no signs of their benefactors. He wondered who they were and why they had helped. It certainly appeared that several of the winged creatures he had glimpsed in the sky had banded together to carry himself and Spock away. How they had accomplished this was uncertain but Kirk's instincts told him that there had been more than a physical transference.
This pointed to their rescuers being some of those who had brought them to this planet in the first place? If so did that mean there was dissension in their ranks?
There were a few avian members of the Federation but none were telepaths. If this was a new and hostile species who abused their psi-gifts then, if they were ever to leave their world they would be both a challenge and a danger to the civilised galaxy.
Kirk wondered where they were and how far they had come from their previous location. He hoped that Leryn and her people were safe and had not become embroiled in the avians' fight. He had become fond of the little aliens. Through their kindness and skills he had found Spock. Without them... He shuddered as he recalled the sight of Spock bound on the burning pyre.
The sea was creeping closer and had almost reached his feet. "We'd better get out of here," he said. "The tide is coming in." After all they'd been through, he did not intend for them to drown.
Spock, he said. Can you hear me?
Jim? The Vulcan's mind-voice was faint.
Are you all right, Spock?
I am experiencing some confusion, Captain. My last recollection is of the prospect of imminent death.
Kirk hugged the gral's neck. We rescued you, then somebody rescued us.
Fascinating. Please explain. Spock opened one eye and then the other.
Kirk grinned. It's a long story. We should move.
Spock looked at the waves coming towards them. Indeed, Captain.
"Are you sure you're all right, Spock?" Kirk finally said. "I thought I'd lost you this time."
I assure you, Jim, that I am almost completely recovered.
"You went through some ordeal," Kirk said. He combed the thick fur with his fingers and tried to put the disturbing memory of Spock's brush with death aside. "You're a mess again." He shook his head. "My pack got left behind. I've got nothing to groom you with."
Jim, it is most illogical to be concerned over such a trifling matter. Spock's thoughts were tinged with concern and a little amusement. The tide will reach us in twenty one point two seconds. I do not wish to be soaked.
Kirk chuckled softly. "Yes, you're right. Oh well, I'll just have to make new weapons and, of course, a comb for you when I have the chance. Let's go."
Very well, Captain, Spock replied.
He sounded so normal. Kirk breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.
****
Spock lurched to his feet. He was unsteady but after a few seconds was able to take several steps. Kirk was watching him and Spock could both see and sense his worry. Somehow Jim had saved him from being burned alive, however most of the memories were unclear to Spock apart from the remarkably vivid one of Jim appearing on the plateau and running towards him. That action had, in some uncanny way, given Spock the impetus to overcome his drugged state enough to break free from some of his bonds.
The waves crashed onto the beach and Spock followed Jim out of the water's reach. He studied the area. The sand stretched out on both sides as far as he could see. A better prospect was the dunes ahead for it would soon be high tide.
"Can you travel, Spock?" Kirk asked, as he stood staring at the dune. "We should be safer on higher ground."
In answer Spock climbed the slope and soon Kirk was scrambling up beside him. At the top they found themselves on open ground. The vegetation was dying here. Spock sniffed at it but could detect no reason for its condition. He looked ahead and noted that the terrain gradually changed until it became a dusty red-baked surface which seemed devoid of life.
"I doubt we could live off this land," Kirk said. "At least we'd plenty food and water before."
Spock focussed on the problem and at the far reaches of his visual range he saw a squat building nestled at the base of a cliff.
"Well, Spock?" Kirk asked. "Do you see anything?"
There is something ahead, Captain, he said. A small structure. Perhaps it will be inhabited.
"It's worth checking out. Maybe we'll find help there. I think our rescuers may have been some of those who kidnapped us in the first place. They could have had a change of heart."
Caution is essential, Spock warned. However, it may be our rescuer's home. If it is unknown to the others it would have been logical for him, if that is the correct gender, to take us there.
"I doubt if logic is applicable as far as these people are concerned."
Agreed, Captain. Yet I would prefer, as humans say, to give them the benefit of the doubt.
Kirk chuckled. "Okay. Perhaps we'll find food and water there. Maybe shelter too. How long do you think it'll take us to get there?"
Fifteen point three nine minutes at your normal pace, Captain.
"I'm not at my best right now, Spock," Kirk said with a wry grin.
I had noticed, Captain, Spock replied.
Kirk opened his mouth to answer then just laughed.
Alert for any signs of trouble, Spock led the way. Kirk had been under enough stress and Spock did not want his friend exposed to any further danger. The gral body was not yet fully recovered from the unpleasant ordeal at the hands of the Verindi and Spock knew he must go into healing trance only when safe to do so. Until then he would cope with his reduced capabilities.
The oddly shaped, red clay structure was built into the cliff face. There was a small doorway covered with ragged animal skin which flapped in the breeze. Spock could not smell anything except the old hide and some rotting vegetation on the rock above. The building had been abandoned for some time.
Nothing, Captain, he reported.
"Let's go in then," Kirk said and lifted the flap aside.
Spock followed him into the darkness. The building was empty, but at the far side he could see a hanging of skins against the cliff wall. He trotted over and nosed it aside. To his surprise there was empty space ahead.
Jim. There is a cave here.
Kirk crouched down beside him. We should investigate. At least we should be safe from our friend's winged enemies.
Not if it was they who brought us here, Spock reminded.
True, Kirk conceded. All right what should we do? I can scarcely see a thing.
My night vision is adequate, Captain. There is a long passageway ahead but I believe there is light at its end.
Too bad I don't have a leash for you. Then I could imagine I'm walking my dog.
Really, Captain. Spock pressed his nose to Kirk's side to pay him back for that remark.
The human almost jumped out of his skin, lost his balance and landed on his rear. "Why you!"
Quiet please, Captain. We do not want to cause a disturbance. One never knows who might hear.
You did that deliberately, Spock, Kirk accused. That nose of yours is always like ice.
You may grip the back of my neck, Captain, but I will not pretend to be your dog.
Hey, I was only joking, Spock. Kirk tweaked the wolfish ear. I'd never forget you're my friend and first officer, even if you do look like a big dog or cat or whatever.
Spock relaxed. The normality of bantering with Jim again was most pleasant and he was only too willing to indulge in it. From the human's contentment it seemed that Jim's feelings mirrored his own. Gone were the days when Spock would say to his friend that he had no emotions and in this time and place he would not hide them.
The Valley
Kirk tangled Spock's fur around his fingers. He could see nothing but he trusted the Vulcan's night vision and allowed his friend to lead. He tried to ignore aches left by the fights with the Verindi. Leryn's herbs had helped but he suspected that more treatment was necessary.
The ground was rough underfoot and he counted himself lucky that the soles of his feet had hardened now and could cope without too much difficulty. Kirk's every sense was alert but, except for their breathing, it was silent in the cave. Gradually he began to distinguish shapes.
It's getting lighter, he said.
We are approaching the half way mark, Jim. Be careful. I can tell that you are fatigued and that your bruises pain you. Once there is time, I will help you. Perhaps it would be to your advantage to rest for a few minutes.
I'm okay, Spock. Keep going.
Are all humans so stubborn?
I'm just as stubborn as you are, Kirk retaliated.
Spock did not deign to reply and they walked on until it became light enough for Kirk to see that the cave walls were covered in a rust coloured moss. The opening loomed up, and Kirk could hear the shrieks of birds and the howling of the wind.
I believe this tunnel goes directly through the cliff, Spock said. It is not artificially constructed but there are signs that it has been used. A most practical route to travel. The alternative would be a daunting and dangerous journey.
Yes, that cliff looked pretty sheer. I don't think I'd risk it myself. Kirk could almost see Spock's raised eyebrow but he chuckled softly when he realised that it had been in the Vulcan's thoughts and not a physical action.
Caution is wise, Captain, Spock warned as they approached the exit.
Kirk flattened himself against one side and Spock took the other. Kirk peered out. The cliffs rose on either side of a narrow path which opened out into a valley. It appeared silent and empty.
Spock trotted over to him. I cannot sense any life forms but my psionic abilities are not fully functional.
We play it the hard way then. Let's go.
Kirk stepped out into a gully that was barely wide enough for the two of them to walk beside one another. He stared up at the surrounding rocks. If anyone was up there they made no sounds. He gritted his teeth and strode onward, Spock keeping pace with him. As they reached the valley, Kirk took a deep lungful of the fresh air and studied the landscape. Thick yellow grass covered the ground like a carpet of gold. There were flowering shrubs growing along the base of the valley wall and some delicate looking trees, laden with fruit, clustered together in a copse. A small waterfall splashed down the rock face and fed the pool close by the trees.
"It's beautiful," Kirk said.
Indeed, Captain.
"It looks deserted though."
Possibly. Note the trees have not been harvested. There are two possibilities. One: There is no-one here. Two: The fruit is unpleasant or possibly toxic and any inhabitants avoid it.
"I hadn't thought of your second possibility, Spock," Kirk said as they walked towards the copse. "But that fruit look very like some we ate before in the forest."
It does appear to be similar, Spock conceded.
"If it's safe here you should use the time to complete healing yourself," Kirk said.
Spock prowled around the trees and sniffed the ground, the trunks and some low hanging fruits. Kirk stayed near him and visually scanned the area. It seemed harmless enough but during his years in Starfleet he had seen innocuous looking places suddenly become very dangerous.
Spock sat down on his haunches. Captain, I believe we should continue on. There is a scent here which is unwholesome.
"I haven't noticed anything." Kirk knelt on the grass. "But your senses are a lot keener than mine. Is it the fruit?"
I am not certain but I recommend that we do not consume any.
Kirk nodded and stood up. "Let's go on. I'm not hungry anyway but what about you?"
I have not eaten for some time but Vulcans can survive, if necessary, for weeks without sustenance.
"Not after what you've been through and that body may have different needs," Kirk said. "C'mon, let's see if the water's drinkable."
The pool was clear, but empty of any life. Kirk trailed his fingers in the water. His flesh began to burn and with a cry, he yanked his hand out. "It's like acid!" he exclaimed. His skin started to blister and he bit his lip to stop himself groaning aloud with the pain.
Spock stared at the burned hand and nudged Kirk back. I suggest we find a safer location.
Kirk shuddered. If Spock had drank from it!
If the innocent looking water was harmful to them then it was probable that the fruit was too. "Maybe we should take our chances in the cliff-building or by the sea," he suggested.
There was no food or water in those places, Jim. I recommend we continue onwards. There may be another way out of this valley.
Kirk agreed and strode on. Daylight was starting to fade as they reached the end of the valley. The gentle wind now had a cold edge to it. Kirk was weary and hungry. His hand throbbed relentlessly and he wished for some of the all-purpose tree sap to ease it. Then there was Spock. Although the Vulcan would not admit it, Kirk knew that he was tiring and in pain.
I believe there are caves in the valley wall, Spock said. His mind-voice seemed weaker and Kirk's concern increased.
Kirk looked up. "I can see one but it won't be an easy climb up there."
I see no alternative, Captain.
Kirk prided himself on being a competent mountaineer but under these conditions an ascent would be dangerous. There was a track of sorts but it was steep. "It might be better if we rested here until morning."
Logical except for one problem, Captain. I believe the weather here is not as pleasant as it was in our previous location. During the night the temperature may drop to a level you will find uncomfortable. In a cave there would be some shelter.
Kirk chewed at his lip. Spock was right. He could feel the chill. "All right, let's go."
He scrambled along the trail. Spock brought up the rear, his four paws with their sharp claws finding purchase where a human's foot could not. Kirk struggled on, helped by his furry companion when he lost his footing, cursing softly to himself as he was scraped and bruised further by what seemed like every sharp rock in his path.
As darkness fell, and only the stars lit their way, a cold rain began to fall. Kirk lifted his face up and allowed the water to trickle into his mouth. It tasted good and after his thirst was quenched a little, he stumbled on. He was wet now, chilled, and could scarcely control his shivers.
The cave mouth was a welcome sight. "C'mon, Spock," he called. "It's not far."
They reached it, and entwining his fingers in Spock's fur, Kirk entered with his friend by his side. The cave was small and empty. It was also cold but dry and, with relief, Kirk sank down onto the ground.
Jim, you are shivering. Use my body heat to warm you.
Kirk smiled slightly and curled himself up against the furry form. You're also wet but you're better than nothing.
Really, Captain!
I'm sorry, my friend. How embarrassing this must be for you.
There is nothing to be embarrassed about, Jim. It is the logical thing to do.
Yes, I know. Logic guides all your actions. Kirk tried to stretch out his blistered hand and gasped with the pain. Oh, I feel as if I've been through a war.
Rest, Jim. I will go into a light healing trance. With your permission I will extend its range to include you. It will feel not unlike a mind meld but there will be no exchange of thoughts.
Spock, that'll be too difficult for you, Kirk protested. Take care of yourself first. I'll wait. He did not want Spock to expend his strength. It was just like the Vulcan; selfless in all that he did.
I insist, Jim. It will also promote warmth in your body. I assure you that it will not overtax me. These injuries are not life-threatening and, although I have not attempted a double healing meld before, I have an academic knowledge of the procedure.
Kirk shivered again. If Spock believed it was possible then he could not argue with him about it. Very well, Mr Spock but how will you be able to come out of it if I'm in the meld too?
An interesting question. However, there should be little difficulty, Jim. As it is only a light trance, I can set an alarm, if you will, to wake at a specified time.
You never fail to amaze me, Spock, Kirk teased.
Are you prepared, Jim?
"Yes," Kirk murmured, burrowed against the furry neck and closed his eyes.
A flicker of warmth touched him. It intensified until mind and body seemed cocooned in a blanket of wool. It was so comfortable. Kirk sighed with contentment. He relaxed and allowed the glow to permeate him until his limbs became heavy and his thoughts began to drift. With a mumbled thanks to his friend, Kirk sank into a deep sleep.
****
Something was disturbing the euphoria of the healing trance. Spock reluctantly forced himself to determine what it was. He sighed as he realised it was his time-sense indicating that the meld should be ended. Jim, whose mind was still connected to his, slept peacefully and Spock marvelled at how easily his friend had accepted the intimate contact. Kirk was unlike anyone he had ever met. Even after mind-rape by their captors, the human had been unafraid of telepathic communication and had willingly entrusted himself to Spock in the healing meld. That trust was a great responsibility and honour.
Spock sheathed and unsheathed his claws then stretched out his legs. He checked his injuries and found them almost completely healed. But had Jim's hurts improved?
Jim, he called. It is morning. He eased his mind a fraction away from the other's.
Kirk's mind blindly followed his and settled down.
Jim. We must end the meld.
There was no response and Spock began to worry. Their minds were extremely compatible. He knew that only too well. There was a risk that too many melds could result in an intermingling of their psyches which would be impossible to break without incurring severe trauma to them both. He sent a short burst of cold into the other's mind.
Kirk gave a start. What the hell?
Jim. Wake up.
Oh sorry, Spock. Kirk retreated and Spock was able to dissolve the meld.
"I was really out of it," Kirk said with a yawn. He scratched his head and then stretched his arms out behind him. "I slept like a log."
An inanimate object does not sleep, Jim.
Kirk grinned and stood up. "Well, it's just another expression we humans are fond of. I'm really warm as if I'd slept in my own bed." He ran through a few warm-up exercises then added, "Most of my aches and pains are gone." He looked at his hand. "And this is practically healed. That meld really worked. Thanks, Spock. Those telepathic tricks of yours can be very useful. Are you all right?"
Affirmative, Captain.
"Well, I guess we should find some something to eat. I'm starved."
Spock accompanied his captain outside. The sun was shining brightly in the sky and it was pleasantly warm. From their vantage point they stared out over the valley.
Appearances can be deceptive, Jim, he commented.
"Yes. Beautiful but deadly." Kirk turned and looked up. "The rest of the climb doesn't look too steep from here."
Spock followed Kirk's gaze to the rough terrain they faced. They had no choice but to continue on but he was concerned that the conditions in the valley might extend beyond it. If they did not have food, and more importantly water within a reasonable time then the human's prospects were not promising.
Cottage in the Country
Kirk was in high spirits. He willed his hunger and thirst away and focussed on reaching the summit but as the day grew warmer, his need for water was not so easy to ignore.
By late morning they came to a halt on a wide ledge. Kirk was not tall enough to gain a hold on the small overhang which presented the only way to the top and, at first glance, the cliff face appeared too smooth to climb. However there was a natural rock basin at the rim of the ledge which held some rain water. Thankful for that, Kirk scooped up some and drank, leaving the rest for Spock.
His thirst quenched, he stared up at the overhang. "Damn," he muttered. "I don't have wings or anyone to give me a boost up."
You may stand on my back, Spock suggested. However my calculations show that you still do not have sufficient height to reach the overhang.
Kirk grimaced and studied the cliff. "The surface looks less smooth further up. I'll check it out. Do you think you'll be able to jump up there?"
Spock stood still and calculated his speed, power and range. It is possible, Captain. If I fail there may be places where my claws can grip and it might be possible to climb the final stages.
Kirk nodded. "Well if it doesn't work we'll just have to backtrack and find another way."
Spock came to his side. I am ready, Jim.
"Don't move," Kirk said as he cautiously climbed onto the gral's back.
Spock remained motionless as Kirk stretched out towards the protruding rock. Spock was correct. It was still out of reach and Kirk teetered, lost his balance and fell sideways onto the ground. He swore angrily as he scraped his legs and back. More bruises, he moaned to himself.
Spock stared at him out of those disconcerting red eyes. Jim, are you injured?
"Mainly my pride," Kirk said.
Spock growled softly with sympathy.
Kirk attempted to sit up and groaned at the pain in his back. "That was stupid. I didn't even get the chance to see if there were any decent hand or foot holds. I'll try again."
As you will.
"Right, Spock," Kirk said, and hauled himself up onto the gral's back. His bare toes gripped the warm fur, gaining a secure hold, before he reached out to trace the rock face. "Hmm, " he murmured as he found some cracks. "I'd give anything for some good climbing boots but here goes. Wish me luck, Spock."
He placed one foot and his hands in some breaks in the rock surface and lifted himself off the feline back. His muscles strained with the effort as he drew himself up. Sweat broke out all over his body as he struggled to find more foot holds to take his weight. He slowly climbed up until, with a final effort, he grasped the edge of the overhang, dragged himself up onto it and rolled away from the rim. He lay there catching his breath.
The sense of achievement was exhilarating and he forgot his tiredness, bruises and scrapes. "Spock," he called, once his breathing was back to normal. "I'll move away now. Are you ready?"
There was a soft growl from below. Kirk stepped back and waited, hoping that Spock would be able to leap the necessary distance for there was no way to haul him up. After two unsuccessful attempts Spock scrambled over the edge and slumped, with tongue hanging out, onto the ground.
Kirk grinned and sat down beside him. "Well done, Spock. That deserved a gold medal."
Really, Captain. I am a scientist. I find the human predilection for competitive sports to be illogical.
And academic prizes too? You have a closet full of them. Not to mention Starfleet awards.
Those are also illogical.
Kirk shook his head. Spock was the most modest of beings but if he was not proud of his achievements then Kirk was on his behalf. "We'll rest for a while," he said.
They were on a tableland rich with vegetation and small animal life. Kirk squinted his eyes. "See that dark shape over there. Is it a building?" he asked, pointing it out to Spock.
The Vulcan stared at it for a time. It is an edifice of some kind, constructed of a glassy substance which does not reflect the light.
"A home? A temple?"
Perhaps neither. I would recommend caution.
"You keep telling me that. Are you saying that I'm rash, Mr Spock?" Kirk challenged.
You can, on occasion, be precipitate, Captain. It is one of my duties as your first officer to restrain you.
Kirk laughed then said, "You, my Vulcan friend, can sometimes be a little too cautious and it's my duty as your captain to spur you on."
Spock was silent for a few moments. I believe that we are an excellent team, Jim. One compensates for the other's weaknesses.
"We're the best team in the Fleet and don't you forget it."
I forget nothing.
"That does worry me sometimes. Spock, I hope you've forgiven me some of my more insensitive behaviour."
There is nothing to forgive, Jim.
Kirk smiled and stroked the feline back. "What do you think we'll find there? Personally, I hope there's food. I think our rescuers intended to bring us to safety. Maybe even here. I got the impression from the one who spoke that he left us at the beach through little choice of his own. I believe he became embroiled in that conflict again."
If the edifice belongs to that person then you may be correct. However it could be owned by someone antagonistic to us and become our prison.
"Cheerful aren't you? That's a chance we'll have to take. All right, we'd better get started if we want to reach it before nightfall."
They maintained a steady pace as they ploughed through the knee-high grass. There were no broken blades and it was simple to surmise that no-one on foot had been here for some time. As they drew nearer to the building, Kirk could see that Spock's first impression had been correct. It was shaped like a pentagon and built of a substance like black glass.
The tall grass ended several metres short of the building. It was neatly cut as if by an expert gardener, leaving a moat of red earth circling it. Kirk took a deep breath and continued on. If their rescuer had intended to bring them here for their protection then surely it would be safe; that is if they could find a way inside.
A door for an avian being would not necessarily be the same as one built for a hominid species, Spock commented.
"True," Kirk said, "and as neither of us can fly that presents a problem."
He studied the building. If the opening was at the top then there was no chance to get inside, for the walls were sheer and impossible to climb. He began to run his hands over the glass. Perhaps there was a hidden control panel. Unable to assist, Spock sat and watched him.
"Do you think 'Open Sesame' will work?" Kirk asked.
No, Captain, I do not.
Kirk sighed. "I wish it would. It's getting colder. I don't know if I could take a night out in the open, even with my furry friend to cuddle into."
Indeed, Jim. It is imperative to find shelter.
"I'm open to suggestions."
I regret to say that I have none to offer.
****
Darkness fell and a biting wind howled around them. Kirk's teeth were chattering and Spock drew nearer to him in an attempt to block out some of the cold. Grateful for the warmth, the shivering human huddled down against him.
This is insufficient, Jim. You will not survive the night under these conditions. The Vulcan could not hide his concern.
Kirk tried to reassure him. I'll be all right. Once the wind dies down I'll continue looking for an entrance.
Despite those optimistic words, Spock could discern the hopelessness in Kirk's thoughts. I will initiate another healing meld. It will give you further warmth as well as tackle your current injuries, Spock said.
No. It's too draining for you. I know you don't like too much contact. I won't let you compromise your principles for me. You've done enough already.
Spock could scarcely contain his surprise. During the previous healing meld he was certain he had kept his reservations about the possible problems private. How had Kirk known about them? The human was often too observant.
Jim, I insist. It is the only way to maintain your body heat.
I'm sorry, Spock, Kirk said regretfully. I'm too much of a burden to you. I can't allow it.
You would prefer to freeze to death? My duties to you as my captain and friend are clear. I shall protect you and will do so with your consent or without it. Would you have me live through your demise again?
Strong emotion, quickly suppressed, surged through Kirk as the memory of that fight to the death on the red sands of Vulcan flashed before his eyes. All right, Spock. I accept your help. I know when I'm outmatched.
Relieved that Kirk was not going to be stubborn, Spock was preparing to initiate the meld when a thought struck him. Jim, we have surmised that our captors are telepaths. Is it not possible that the entrance to this building might respond to a telepathic command?
You may be onto something, Spock, but how would that work?
Spock knew that certain Vulcan priestesses had the ability to manipulate matter. His own psi-power was stronger than any other male on his home planet. Just another of the many differences which had set him apart from his peers. It might be possible to channel their combined strength to unlock the building.
I'm willing to try, Kirk said.
The Vulcan did not have the time to be concerned about Kirk's ability to read his intentions. Very well. If you will permit me to guide you, we will attempt it.
I'm ready, Kirk said without fear.
Spock concentrated. He gathered their merged power and propelled it outward, willing the building to open. There was a sudden rasping noise and he opened his eyes to see a nearby panel sliding upwards from the ground. Light could be seen beyond the aperture.
Jim, it has worked.
The human rose and led the way into a bare ante-chamber. Behind them the panel slid shut but Kirk only shrugged and walked on. They passed through an archway and found themselves in a luxurious bedroom. It was decorated with brightly coloured woven hangings and floor coverings, lit by hidden lighting and, most importantly, it was warm. At the centre of the room there was a low bed with a coverlet of rich gold strewn across it and several wooden chests were placed against the wall behind. A domed ceiling of the dark glass with colourful designs painted on its surface completed the room's decor.
"Perfect," Kirk said. "I could sleep for a week but first let's see if there's any food or drink."
A doorway on the side wall led to what appeared to be a kitchen. There were utensils, jars of grains, dried fruits and meats, placed on a shelf along with a refrigerated cabinet filled with fresh foods, some of which were familiar to them. Pipes led from the roof to a water tank which stood on a ledge and next to it was a cooking unit with a recognisable control panel.
"Someone's little cottage in the country." Kirk reached up, poured himself a cup of water and took a sip. Then he picked up a bowl, filled it and placed it on the ground. "It tastes good."
Spock lapped at the water. It was refreshing and he finished every drop.
"Let's see where that leads," Kirk said, indicating another doorway at the far side.
Spock followed him into a large bathroom. Most useful, he commented as Kirk tested all the facilities, some of which were similar to Federation designs and others not. Running water. I would surmise that it and this building are heated by solar panels.
"Yes and our friend's taste runs to the luxurious," Kirk said, indicating the grey marble-like walls and fittings. "I'll be all right, but what about you, Spock?"
The Vulcan would normally have raised an eyebrow in response. I remind you that I have excellent control over my bodily functions, Captain. Do not be concerned.
Kirk grinned. "Yes, you told me that on the Columbus but you were referring to different bodily functions."
The time on the shuttle was hazy but Spock remembered that conversation too. He changed the subject. I suggest we satisfy our hunger then rest. There are no other rooms to explore.
"I could do with some warmer clothes," Kirk said as he returned to the bedroom. He walked towards the chests. "Do you think our host would mind if I took a look?"
Spock moved forward. They may hold items dangerous to us, Jim.
Kirk shook his head. "I know, Spock. I'm not entirely a risk-taker."
Spock sat down and did not reply as Jim opened the heavy lid and looked inside. He knew when to concede and let the human have his way. That aura of command was part of Kirk's nature and it was not easy to oppose him. Also Kirk's instincts were often correct and Spock had learned to trust them. The times Spock did insist on Kirk modifying or even changing his behaviour, the human generally took that advice unquestioningly. It had not always been so but Kirk had learned from the Gorn and Karidian incidents and now actively sought Spock's approval in all major decisions. That had removed much of the conflict and had led them to become a command team unequalled in Starfleet.
Kirk lifted out a silky garment. "I think I prefer my snakeskin," he said and placed it back. He opened the other chest and rummaged about. "Just more of the same. Don't these people need warmer clothes?"
Those of avian ancestry may still retain plumage for protection. If that is the case then clothes will merely be for decoration.
Kirk sighed and closed the chest. "Right. Well, there's no use in further procrastination. I'll have to be cook, won't I, Mr Spock?"
Logical, Captain, Spock replied.
While Kirk busied himself in the kitchen, Spock nosed about the three rooms for anything they had missed. There were no traces, scent, dirt, crumbs of food, left anywhere by the building's occupants and Spock concluded that it was rarely used or had recently been thoroughly cleaned. This place could well be what Kirk had, almost jokingly, described as the local equivalent of a cottage in the country. It was certainly a haven for them at the moment. Kirk needed warmth, food and rest. As this 'house' provided for all of these requirements then Spock would accept it but just to be sure he would keep watch.