Diamond Velvet stood close to the largest bay on lake Prldib. She was naked and barefoot.
Again her night had been sleepless horror, again she had been facing the chicaneries of Pazuzu, howling Prince of Plagues.
A night, that was six hours in this region. An hour, that was fifty minutes - in standard time.
Nearby at the pier all experts of the watching were gathered, nematologists and astrobiologists from the cluster and it's vicinity. "A lot of worms are trailing at close quarters - at least five," Rebellion Sex reported wireless to anybody, thus still strengthening Diamond's slight shudder. His voice sounded toneless, like speaking within her head. Di peered into the more distant bay, now feeling chilly - since she wore not any clothes. Ok, it was still early in the morning, in the temperate zone on The Rock, eighth planet in a one-sun system, located somewhere in NGC 4874, which is an elliptic galaxy in the centre of the Coma Cluster.
Being stark naked more often than not, Diamond could bear a little cold, of course. Often she actually enjoyed it.
Many rocks piled up edgewise the bay, up to a thousand feet into the sky; it turned out to be the attempt of a fjord.
"That worm is pretty near," Rebellion covered. "One's far away, oh - it's big! - Got problems to hold it's locating." Then: "Three are curling nearby. At the surface. - See any of them?"
The water was pretty flat there, especially at the bank. Diamond yet could sense some of the whaleworms, as they were wriggling easefully out there. Time and again one of them showed in parts. This one, half a mile away, was about four yards broad and high, but she couldn't even estimate, how long it was.
"Damn!"
The water splitted vastly.
Momme, the ruler had been caught by a baby, out of the blue, vigourously and right in his belly. Afore the worm just had targeted, then it speared the Ruler accurately on his own solar plexus. In a split second Momme clinged onto the babyworm's nose, now looking at it's neck and back, from above.
"Sex! Why didn't you tell?" the Ruler shrilled, accusing Rebellion Sex, who was the locator for their whaleworm watching.
Yet the babe - less than tree hundred yards in length - moved into the farther bay, wearing it's horseman safely. By the way Momme got a slippy, smoother ride. Soon both reached the black mouth of a grotto, where they approached inside.
To be continued.
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