Part 34 (1/2)

”No problem here,” Veg said cheerfully. ”Just vegetables, like me.”

”Trouble enough,” Tamme murmured.

”I know. You wish I'd lay you or forget you. Or both. And I guess it makes sense your way. But I don't have that kind of sense.”

Good. He was coming to terms with the situation. ”These plants are strange.”

He walked to the nearest and squatted beside it. ”I've seen strange plants before. They all -- oh-oh!”

She had seen it, too. ”It moved.”

”It's got thick leaves and tentacles. And what look like muscles.”

Tamme surveyed the a.s.semblage. ”We had better find the projector rapidly. The plants are uprooting themselves.”

They were. All about the two intruders, the plants were writhing and drawing their stems from the earth.

”I'm with you!” Veg cried. ”Next thing, they'll be playing violins... over our bones.”

Together they ran up the slope, casting about for the projector. This brought them out of the region where the plants were walking and into one where the foliage had not yet been alerted. But the new plants reacted to the alien presence the same way.

”They can't move rapidly, but there are many of them,” Tamme said. ”You'd better arm yourself with a stick or club if you can find it.”

”Yeah.” Veg ran over to a stem lying on the ground. He put his hands on it. ”Yow!”

It was no dead stalk but a living root. The thing twisted like a snake in his hands, throwing him off.

Meanwhile, the other plants were accelerating. Now they were converging with creditable alacrity, their thick, round roots curling over the ground, digging in for holds.

”Here's a weapon,” Tamme said, drawing a yard-long metal rod from her clothing.

Veg paused to stare. ”Where'd you hide that? I've worn that outfit of yours! No club in it.”

”It telescopes,” she explained. ”Be careful -- it's also a sword. It weighs only ounces, but it has a good point and edge. Don't cut yourself.”

”Edge? Where?” He looked at the blunt-seeming side.

”There's an invisibly thin wire along the leading face, here. It will cut almost anything with almost no pressure. Trust me; don't rub your thumb on it.”

Veg took the blade and held it awkwardly in front of him. He had obviously never used such a weapon before, but she had no time to train him now. ”Just do what comes naturally. Stab and hack. You'll get the feel of it.”

He stepped out and chopped at a branch of the nearest plant. The sword sliced through easily, the broad part wedging open the cut made by the wire. ”Hey -- it works!”

Tamme let him hold off the plants while she searched for the projector. She hoped there was one; they always ran the risk of a dead end, a frame in which the original projector had been destroyed or was inaccessible.

The walking plants did not seem to feel much pain, but after Veg had lopped off quite a few branches and stems, they got the message and withdrew. Veg was able to clear a path wherever Tamme wanted to go. He was enjoying this, she knew; though he would not kill animal life to eat, he would kill attacking vegetables.

Then something else appeared. Not a plant; it was vaguely humanoid, yet quite alien. It had limbs that terminated in disks and a head that resembled a Rorschach blob. It emitted a thin keening.

”Is that a machine, plant, or fungus?” Veg asked.