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The Valley Of Creation
But he could see. With terrible clarity he could see himself, Eric Nelson, sleeping in a wooden chair six feet
away! Instinctively a cry of horror rose to Nelson's lips, and was voiced as a howl.
Wolf-cry
His body slept, but he was not in it and he spoke with the voice of a wolf.
Eric Nelson hung for a moment on the brink of madness and then clutched desperately at an explanation.
Drugs Kree had given him some vicious drug and he was having hallucinations. Some of his fear turned to
anger against Kree. It was a cursed eerie sensation to stand looking at your own body. He wanted to get back
into it, quickly.
He started to move toward it but it did not seem like the motion of will or thought. It was like physical
motion. It was like walking on four feet!
Sinuous play of ropy muscles, lithely springy joints, the cushioned step of padded paws, the light click of
claws on the glassy floor-
Dimly reflected in the glassy wall he saw the whole picture. Eric Nelson slumped sleeping in the chair,
Nsharra seated with the eagle perched behind her and Tark at her feet, the great black stallion Hatha, the
crouching tiger and Kree all of them watching. Watching the young dog-wolf Asha pad slowly toward the
sleeping man.
Nelson stopped and the reflection of Asha stopped too. He could see the wolf-face looking back at him from
the dim mirror of the wall and a cold certainty that was beyond fear grew in his heart.
He began to tremble. He felt his lips draw back, and the mirrored Asha bared white fangs at him. Again
Nelson cried out in a wolf's voice and he saw the reflection of Asha lift its head and howl.
Nelson went on toward his sleeping body, tried to touch it. And the image in the wall showed him the young
dog-wolf pawing at the chest of the sleeping man and whimpering.
Quorr laughed, a coughing, snarling burst of mockery.
Nsharra spoke, her urgent thought-voice ringing quite clear in Nelson's mind.
Father, speak to him! Explain to him, before his heart breaks!
Nelson crouched watching them. He did not stir except that his head moved from side to side in little nervous
jerks. He could feel the slow light breathing of his hitman body as his paws touched it.
Kree's thought came slowly. It is true, outlander. You now inhabit the body of the wolf, Asha.
The strong wild thought of the stallion interrupted. The power of the ancients! The punishment of those who
transgress the Brotherhood!
Again Quorr, the tiger, looked at Nelson and laughed.
You should be proud, outlander! For you, the Guardian has made an exception, giving you the useful body of
a Clan-brother. If we sin, we are banished into the bodies of the little hunted things that are born only to be
eaten.
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Then, sharp and clear, Ei the great eagle called out to Nelson. Courage, outlander! And Nsharra's softer
echo said, Courage, Eric Nelson.
It was then that Nelson's anger began to creep warm across his icy fear. But still he could not believe.
Stunned, bewildered, his thought went out to Kree. It isn't possible. No science could do that my brain in a
wolf's body
Not your brain, but your mind Kree said grimly. The mind is immaterial, a tenuous web of force. So said
the ancients. And they built the instrument that can transfer minds to other bodies. I merely used that
instrument.
It is Asha's body still and Asha's brain. Asha's instincts, memories, latent knowledge are still in that brain and
you will have use of them. But the real you, your conscious mind, is now in Asha's body and Asha's conscious
mind-sleeps.
Nelson felt his new body tense and rise. He cried out bewilderedly, But why? Why didn't you just kill me?
You are hostage for my son Barin, Kree answered. When Barin is returned to us you will be returned to
your own body!
The anger that had been growing and growing in Nelson burst suddenly into a flame of rage. Rage such as he
had never known, the wild anger of the wolf.
That they should have done this to him, Eric Nelson! That they should have dared!
Nelson was dimly aware of a strange linking of his familiar mind to something dark and primal and alien.
Man-rage drawing from the deep red wells of the beast. He bared his fangs and snarled. He felt his whole
new wolf-body coil tensely tight as he crouched.
Man-rage, beast-rage
-memory, instinct, the loosing of the chain--not so alien after all, not so strange! Not so long ago man
himself was a hunting beast!
He sprang in a beautiful, deadly, arching leap, straight for Kree.
He heard Nsharra cry out, and then in mid-air he felt the shock of Tark's great leaping body. The wolf's broad
breast struck his shoulder, bowled him over to crash on the glassy floor. He slashed out, felt hair and hide tear
under his teeth, tasted blood on his tongue.
And then Tark's greater weight was smothering him, Tark's huge jaws had closed on the back of his neck, and
Tark was shaking him as a wolf-cub shakes a rat. The leader of the Clan flung Nelson from him, rolling over
and over, and stood contemptuous and lordly in his strength, laughing with his red tongue run out between his
open jaws.
You've yet to learn, came his thought, that I, Tark, lead the pack of the Hairy Ones!
And Nelson, gathering himself, sent back the raging thought, But I am not of your Clan!
He sprang again at Tark.
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It was strange, how he knew the ways of fighting. To dart in low to snap the foreleg, to use the breast as a
ram, to keep the throat always covered, to dodge and dance and whirl and give the long terrible slashing
stroke where the hair thins on the side of the opponent's neck, over the vein.
All these things Nelson knew and knew well. He was young and powerful and he was fighting to kill. But it
availed him nothing. Tark moved like a wraith before him so that his jaws rang shut on the empty air-and
before he could recover himself the old pack lord would smash him off balance with his greater weight and
his jaws would chop and slash and then he would be away again, out of reach, laughing.
Nelson sprang and sprang again, and was beaten down, and would not quit. The hot sweet taint of blood
reddened the air, and the great black stallion tossed his head and stamped his hoofs on the glassy floor. Quorr
wrinkled his striped face in a snarling grin, and his claws ran in and out of their velvet sheaths and his tail
twitched.
Only Ei perched motionless on the back of Nsharra's chair. The girl's face was white and full of pity and there
was a sickness in her eyes. She looked pleadingly at her father, who sat watching with dark, somber eyes.
In answer to Nsharra's look Kree sighed and said, Do not hurt him, Tark more than you must.
And Tark answered, panting, He must learn to obey!
Once more his great jaws ripped, slashed and sent Nelson sprawling.
There came a time when Nelson tried to spring again and could not. Whipped to standstill, he stood trembling
on legs braced far apart, his flanks heaving, his head hanging low. He left blood and sweat wetting his hairy
wolf-body.
Tark's though asked, Have you learned, cub?
Nelson answered, I have learned. But still the dulled fire of rage burned in him.
Tark's mind said grimly, Do not forget!
He trotted back to Nsharra's side and began to lick his fur, keeping one mocking eye on the creature that was
Eric Nelson. Kree leaned forward, his deep-set gaze brooding somberly upon the wolf that was Nelson.
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