"Larry Niven - The Integral Trees" - читать интересную книгу автора (Niven Larry)

They kept the claws. dave would use them to tip his grapnels. They cut steaks to be broiled and passed to the rest, who by now were moored on spikes outside. They set bigger slabs of meat to smoke at the back of the wooden cave.
Gavving realized that his eyes were blurry with exhaustion. Glory was streaming sweat. He put his arm over her shoulders and announced, "We quit."
"Good enough," dave called in. "Take our perches. Alfin, let's carve up the rest."

dave's team was well fed, overfed. They drifted on lines outside the cave. Meat smoked inside. The carcass, mostly bones now, had been set to block the entrance.
dave said, "Citizens, give me a status report. How are we doing? Is anyone hurt?"
"I hurt all over," Jiovan said and scowled at the chorus of agreement.
"All over is good. Glory, did that thing break any of your ribs?"
"I don't think so. Bruises."
"Uh-huh." Clave sounded surprised. "Nobody's fallen off. Nobody's hurt. Have we lost any equipment?"
There was a silence. Gavving spoke into it. "Clave, what are you doing here?"
"We're exploring the trunk, and renewing the Quinn markings, and stopping a famine, maybe. Today's catch is a good first step."
Gavving was prepared to drop it, but Alfin wasn't. "The boy means, what are you doing here? You, the mighty hunter, why did you go out to die with the lames?"
There was muttering, perhaps, but no overt reaction to the word lame& Clave smiled at AIim. "Turn it around, Quinn Tribe's custodian of the treemouth. Why was the tribe able to spare you?"
The west wind had softened as they climbed, but it was still formidable; it blew streamers of smoke past the carcass. Alfin forced words from himself "The Chairman thought it was a good joke. And nobody
nobody wanted to speak up for me."
"Nobody loves you."
Alfin nodded and sighed as if a burden had been lifted from him.
"Nobody loves me. Your turn."
Gavving grinned. Clave was stuck, and he knew it. He said, "Mayrin doesn't love me. I traded her in for two prettier, more loving women.
Mayrin is the Chairman's daughter."
"That's not all of it and you know it."
"If you know better than I do, then keep talking," dave said reasonably.
"The Grad can back me up. He knows some tribal history. When things go wrong, when citizens get unhappy, the leader's in trouble. The Scientist himself almost got drafted! The Chairman is scared, that's
what. The citizens are hungry, and there's an obvious replacement for
the Chairman. dave, he's scared of you."
"Grad?"
"The Scientist knows what he's doing."
"He blamed it all on you!" Alfin cried. "I was there!"
"I know. He had his reasons." The Grad noticed the silence and laughed. "No, I didn't cause the drought! We rounded Gold, and Gold swung us too far in toward Voy, down to where the Smoke Ring thins out. It's a gravity effect-"
"Many thanks for explaining it all," Clave said with cheerful sarcasm. Gavving was irritated and a bit relieved: nobody else understood the Grad's gibberish either. "Is there anything else we should settle?"
Into the silence Gavving said, "How do we cause a flood?"
There was some laughter. dave said, "Grad?"
"Forget it."
"It'd solve everybody's problems. Even the Chairman's."
"This is silly. . . well. Floods come when a pond brushes the tree, somewhere on the trunk. A lot of water clings to the trunk. The tide pulls it down. Usually we get some warning from a hunting party, and we all scurry out along the branch. The big flood, ten years ago. most of us got to safety, but the waterfall tore away some of the huts, and most of the earthlife crops, and the turkey pens. It was a year before we caught any more turkeys.
"And I wish we'd have another flood," the Grad said. "Sure I do. The Scientist thinks the whole tree-never mind. You can't catch a pond. We're too far into the gas torus region-"
"There," Gavving said and pointed east and out, toward a metalcolored dot backed by rosy streamers of cloud. "I think it's bigger than it was."
"What of it? It'll come or it won't. If it did come floating past, what would you do, throw lines and grapnels? Forget it. Just forget it."
"Enough," Clave said. "That meat's probably done. Let's get the smoke out and get inside."

Gavving woke in the night and wondered where he was.
He half remembered the sounds of groans. Someone in pain? It had stopped now. Sound of wind, sound of many people breathing. Warm bodies all around him. Rich smells of smoke and perspiration. Aches everywhere, as if he'd been beaten.
A woman's voice spoke near his ear. "Are you awake too?"
And another, a man's: "Yes. Let me sleep." Alfin?
Silence. And Gavving remembered: the cave was just large enough to accommodate nine exhausted climbers, after they flung the nose-arm's bones into the sky. By now the offal might have reached Quinn Tuft, to feed the tree.
They huddled against each other, flesh to flesh. Gavving had no way to avoid eavesdropping when Aim spoke again, though his voice was a whisper. "I can't sleep. Everything hurts."
Glory: "Me too."
"Did you hear groaning?"
"Clave and Jayan, I think, and believe me, they're feeling no pain."