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  OF MAN AND MANTA

  Piers Anthony

  OMNIBUS CONTAINING BOOKS 1 - 3

  Omnivore, Orn & Ox

  Contents:-

  Omnivore Book 1

  CHAPTER ONE - A LOAF OF BREAD

  CHAPTER TWO - A JUG OF WINE

  CHAPTER THREE - A BOOK OF VERSES

  CHAPTER FOUR - WILDERNESS

  Orn Book 2

  I - ORN

  II - AQUILON

  III - ORN

  IV - VEG

  V - ORN

  VI - CAL

  VII - ORN

  VIII - AQUILON

  IX - ORN

  X - VEG

  XI - ORN

  XII - AQUILON

  XIII - ORN

  XIV - CAL

  XV - AQUILON

  XVI - CAL

  XVII - ORN

  XVIII - VEG

  XIX - CAL

  XX - ORN

  XXI - VEG

  XXII - QUARTET

  POSTSCRIPT CALVIN POTTER

  Ox Book 3

  Chapter 1 - TRIO

  Chapter 2 - OX

  Chapter 3 - TAMME

  Chapter 4 - SENTIENCE

  Chapter 5 - CITY

  Chapter 6 - FRAMES

  Chapter 7 - FOREST

  Chapter 8 - ENCLAVE

  Chapter 9 - LIFE

  Chapter 10 - PHASE

  Chapter 11 - HEXAFLEXAGON

  Chapter 12 - CUB

  Chapter 13 - DREAMS

  Chapter 14 - FORMS

  Chapter 15 - ALTERNITY

  Chapter 16 - REQUISITION

  Chapter 17 - ÇATAL HUYUK

  Chapter 18 - REPORT

  Chapter 19 - ORN

  Chapter 20 - UNIT

  AUTHOR'S NOTE

  ALTERNITY

  Omnivore

  Book 1

  CHAPTER ONE - A LOAF OF BREAD

  NORTH of Appalachia an outcropping of wilderness survived. Subble aligned visible topography with known coordinates and guided his craft to a soft landing beside a thickly-spoked bull spruce. The distinctive gum smell of it surrounded him as he stepped out, and decades of rotting needles crunched underfoot.

  The measured ring of steel striking hardwood led him past a grossly twisted yellow birch and into a subforest of tall beech trees. The forest was rather pleasant, in a disordered way; it occurred to him that few places on Earth remained so close to Nature's original.

  The sound that had seemed so near was actually some distance away. Subble threaded his way through a thicket of young ash and maple and came at last to a forest trail: two slick brown ruts cut in the leafy floor. Clusters of toadstools sprouted periodically along it, and he spied one large bracket fungus embracing a decaying stump. Tiny gnats found him and hovered tirelessly before his eyes.

  The trail debouched into an artificial clearing formed by a felled beech. A man stood facing away from him, one booted foot braced against the scarred trunk, his broad back flexing as he swung a heavy axe. The lumberman was powerful; it showed in the checkered bulge of sleeve and in the smoothness of the swing. Chips scattered with every second connection as the blade bit a growing triangular section from the base of a hefty branch.

  The limb severed and crashed into a leafy jungle beyond the trunk. The man turned and saw Subble, balancing the axe in his left hand while wiping the sweat off his forehead with a meaty right forearm. 'Yeah?' he inquired, scowling.

  This was the ticklish part. I'm an investigator,' Subble said, and kept his distance.

  The man stiffened. Subble noted the slight elevation of the tendons along the back of the hand holding the axe, the sudden creases in a normally amiable face, and the slight shifting of weight 'Yeah?'

  'All I want is information. If you are Vachel Smith, social code number 4409-'

  'Cut it. I been Veg ten year and I ain't a number yet.'

  Subble ignored the tone and the exaggerated accent. 'All right, Veg. I got a job, same as you, and I got to do it if I like it or not. Sooner we-'

  Veg threw the axe at the beech stump, where it caught neatly, the handle vibrating. He closed his fists and took one step forward. 'Last time a damn city slicker talked down to me, I broke his collarbone. Speak your piece and get out.'

  Subble smiled. 'Very well - I'll stick to my own language. But I must have your cooperation. There is information nobody else can provide.'

  'Yeah? What?'

  'I don't know. That's why I have to ask.'

  'You don't know!' Veg seemed uncertain whether to laugh or swear, and his accent eased considerably. 'You come poking into my lot and you don't even know what you're looking for?'

  It was best to keep him asking questions. 'That's right.'

  But Veg did not keep asking. 'Mister, you're trying to make a fool out of me.' He moved in.

  Subble blew his breath out audibly in a controlled show of exasperation. He was not as large as the lumberman nor as heavily muscled, but he did not back off. 'If you attempt to force me off your premises by physical means, I will have to employ certain defensive techniques at my command,' he said as Veg advanced.

  'Yeah?' Veg leaped.

  Subble stepped aside and put his right foot forward as Veg's right fist came at his head. He jammed his right toe against Veg's, bent his knees, grabbed the big man's shirt, spun around counter-clockwise and threw him over his shoulder.

  Veg landed in the slippery moist earth of the trail, unharmed and undismayed. 'Yeah!' he said again, and launched himself a second time.

  Subble ducked, caught Veg in the stomach with a shoulder block and followed it up with a quick and effective series of grips about the neck and shoulders.

  Veg kept his feet, but his head lolled and both arms dangled. Subble let him catch his balance and recover the use of his extremities. 'I gave you fair warning.'

  The lumberman shook himself and stretched his head from side to side. 'Yeah,' he said.

  'Now I have to talk with you, because that's my job. I'll leave as soon as I have what I need. I'm willing to trade for what I get.'

  'Mister, nobody ever bought me yet.'

  'Nobody offered to. You take a break and I'll fill in for as long as it takes you to talk. That way you won't lose any time and I'll be out of your way in a hurry.'

  Veg laughed, his good humor seemingly restored by his setback. 'You sure are a determined cuss. There aren't any fancy nerves you can pinch on a bolt of beech, mister. I don't know you and I won't tell you a thing.'

  Subble was careful not to threaten the man. He looked around at the divergent timber, spotting a shy cinnamonbrown thrush with indistinct spots on its breast. 'Veery,' he said.

  Veg followed his gaze. 'Yeah, I know him,' he said more softly. 'Comes around every two, three days. Got a hermit thrush, too - state bird, you should hear him sing! Never found the nest, though.' Then he remembered whom he was talking to and scowled again.

  'I must have been pretty clumsy to set you against me so quickly.' It was a calculated overture.

  'Mister, it's not you. Anyone who knows a veery when he sees one has some good in him. It's the government. We don't truck much with - you really don't know what you came for?'

  'An agent's memory is washed blank before every assignment. I have been given three addresses and a caution signal. That was, literally, all I knew about you before I landed. Your name, where to find you, and a warning of danger.'

  'That's crazy!'

  'It prevents me from approaching the case with a bias. Everything must come from the case itself, nothing from my expectations or records which may be incomplete or distorted.'

  'But if you don't even know what - I mean, I could lie to you and you'd never guess. I could tell you I'm a petty thief on the lam-'
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  'You aren't.'

  'I thought you said you had no-'

  Subble glanced at the tree again, but the bird was gone. So, oddly, were most of the other ubiquitous creatures of the forest. Something had subdued them. 'I was given no information, but my training enables me to obtain it very quickly. I know a good deal about you now.'

  'Okay, Mister what's-your-name-'

  'Subble.'

  'Mister Government Agent. How do you know I'm not a thief?'

  'I can give you a general idea. I'm equipped to pick up your respiration, heartbeat, muscle tension, the nuances of facial expression, vocal inflection, subvocal-'

  'You saying you can tell when I'm lying just by watching me?'

  'Yes. You are not a devious man.'

  'I'm not a liar, either. But I'm not so sure about you.'

  Subble took no offense. 'You are wise. I con a devious man. I am fully capable of lying when my mission requires it, and I am an expert at it.'

  Veg touched his sore neck. 'More than that, I guess.'

  'Yes - I could have maimed you or killed you. But that's my specialty, and I don't misuse my training any more than you would misuse your axe, or destroy that thrush's nest. You could cut down every sapling in the forest-'

  'God, no! This's fourth generation timber now. I'm just cleaning out the weed trees and-' He paused. 'Yeah, I guess I see what you mean. You don't go 'round hurting people for the fun of it. But you still can't find out a thing if I don't talk to you.'

  'I'm afraid I can, if there is no alternative.'

  Veg studied him with genuine curiosity. 'How?'

  'By making statements, asking questions, and reading your reactions.'

  'Okay. I'm going to shut up now. You tell me what you learn.'

  'You may not like this, Veg.'

  The man picked up his axe and returned to the trunk he had been limbing.

  'Are you a vegetarian?' Subble asked. 'Yes, you are,' he answered himself immediately.

  'You already knew!' Veg shouted, shaken. 'You wouldn't even've asked that question if you didn't know!'

  'I knew - but you were the one who told me. Your nickname, for one thing, and the smell of your breath, and your tension when I mentioned killing. You haven't touched meat for a decade.'

  Veg's mouth was tight. 'Tell me something you couldn't've found in a government snoop-file,' he said. He didn't bother to chop any more.

  'If you will put down your weapon-'

  'Weapon? Oh.' He pitched the axe at the stump, missing this time.

  'You see, you're upset now - and I would have to act precipitously if you were to attack me with that. Are you sure you-'

  'Go ahead. Prove it.'

  Subble's voice was low, but he watched Veg very carefully.

  'Are you interested in baseball? ... No. Shakespeare? ... No. Any other playwright? ... Yes. Modern? ... Yes, but not too modern ... American? Foreign? ... Ah, English? Shaw, of course!'

  Veg started to say something, but didn't. Stronger medicine was required before he would be convinced.

  'How about women? ... Yes and no. Not just any woman. Are you in love?... Yes, I see that you are, and not casually, but there is something wrong. Is she pretty? ... Yes, lovely. Have you slept with her, man to woman? ... No? But you aren't impotent... No! Would she let you?... She would, probably. Her name is Aquilon-'

  Veg's lunge missed by several inches. 'Easy! The name happens to be the second on my list,' Subble explained. 'It was logical, in the circumstance, that she would be the one you - now don't charge me again.'

  The big man halted. 'Yeah, you did warn me. Again.' He looked at Subble with a certain difficult respect. 'I guess I believe you.'

  'I don't want to pry into your private affairs. All I want is the information I was sent for. My offer stands. If you want anything for your trouble-'

  'Mister - Subble, you said? - you have more on the ball than I figured. But I already said: it's not you. It's the government. That's trouble every tune. I have a notion what you came for, and I can't tell you. Not when some bureaucrat's going to-'

  'I'm not an ordinary agent. What you tell me is held in confidence. I gather the information, assimilate it and make a single verbal report from which all irrelevancies are excluded. I may need to learn some personal matters in order to pursue my investigation and draw conclusions, but no one else need know.'

  'You sound pretty sure of that.'

  'I am sure. I'm sorry my word is worthless, since I could and would easily break it. I'll just have to assure you unofficially that I could be lying now, but am not. Your relationship with Aquilon has no relevance to - oh, oh.'

  'Yeah. Just me and you, okay. But it isn't. It's my friends and the government, and I just don't have the right.'

  Subble had expected something like this. The nature of the assignment was beginning to take shape, and he was now in a position to obtain a great deal from Veg - but his very training in prevarication, as with that in combat, made him exceedingly careful of the rights of others. An agent who gained his ends ruthlessly was apt to be unsuccessful in the end, since force inevitably inspired counterforce. And it was not wise to act in a manner that would increase the general distrust of agents as a whole. There was danger - extreme danger, he suspected now - and not from Veg himself. It was essential that no personal antagonism be added to it.

  'Veg, I have all day, as far as I know, and tomorrow too. I'm not on a schedule, but I do have to get at the facts, whatever they may be. How about letting me stay with you for a few hours, so we can get to know each other, and you can tell me as much as you feel free to. I won't push you for any more than that, once you draw the line, and you'll have the confidence that you are not simply spouting off to a stranger.'

  'What if I decide to tell you nothing?'

  'Then you tell me nothing.'

  Veg thought about it, scratching his sandy head. 'You going to talk to 'Quilon?'

  'I have to. And Calvin. And anybody else who knows whatever it is.'

  'And you don't report till the end, just a summary?'

  'That's right.'

  'I guess I'd better, then. God, I sure don't like it, though.'

  Subble smiled, but not inside. He could see that Veg had grave misgivings, and not on purely personal grounds. There was danger, and Veg knew it, and it was personal and immediate.

  'I understand that you do not bear me any more than residual ill-will,' Subble observed. 'You respect physical ability, as many strong men do. But you are afraid that if I learn too much, I will be harmed or killed, and that will

  make real trouble. I mention this only so that you will be aware that I know. And you are right: while I do not fear death, if I do die there will be a thorough and official investigation. You know what that means.'

  'Yeah,' Veg said unhappily.

  Subble dropped the subject. It was always difficult to obtain the trust of a normal person, but always necessary. He believed that frankness was best, and before long it would occur to Veg that he would be well advised to see that the agent got enough information at least to preserve his life. 'How can I help?'

  'Well-' Veg looked about, searching for some pretext to accept the inevitable. 'Say - there is a little matter I've been saving up for a special occasion. This way.'

  He trotted down the fresh logging track, intersecting another trail and following that. Subble saw the prints and ordure of horses, animals rarely seen today but still used in these protected tracts. Machines of all types were banned here; men harvested trees with hand tools and hauled out the logs with animal labor. Anyone who didn't care for the physical life was invited out in a hurry. There were too many people and too many machines in the world, and the fringe wilderness was a jealously guarded area.

  Veg angled away from the trail, brushing by the round leaves of a young basswood and the serrated ones of the maples to jump over an ancient stone wall. Over a century ago men had built such walls by hand, using the great chunks of rock they cleared from t
heir fields; such a wall had inspired the poet Robert Frost to discourse upon its mending, but no one cared to mend it now.

  A sitting chipmunk dropped its acorn and scurried silently away. 'Sorry, pal - didn't see you,' Veg muttered as the handsome striped body disappeared. He pulled up under a huge blazed beech and put his hands to his mouth. 'Yo, Jones!' he yelled.

  In a few minutes two dark men appeared and came to stand beyond the tree. 'What'sa matter - lonesome?' one inquired with blunt sarcasm. He was a husky individual,

  smaller than Veg but sure of himself. He wore the standard denims and checkered shirt, and a small neat mustache. His companion was similar, lacking the mustache.

  'Naw,' Veg said. He put his hands on his hips aggressively. 'Remember that business about this boundary last month?'