And the odors!  What memories they brought back to him.  Graluz musk, the bitter pressing of exotic seeds, permeated every breath. Fern tree pollen intruded with its undertones of citrus.  And the caraeli, tiny, froglike pets, invaded your sleep at every dawning with their exquisite belling arias.

During those earlier days of training on Tandaloor, McKie had felt more than a little lost, hemmed in by threatening strangers, constantly aware of the important matters which rode on his success.  But things were different after the interview with Aritch.  McKie was now a trained, tested, and proven Legum, not to mention a renowned agent of BuSab.  Yet there were times when the mood of those earlier days intruded.  Such intrusions annoyed him with their implication that he was being maneuvered into peril against his will, that the Gowachin secretly laughed as they prepared him for some ultimate humiliation.  They were not above such a jest.  Common assessment of Gowachin by non-Gowachin said the Frog God's people were so ultimately civilized they had come full circle into a form of primitive savagery.  Look at the way Gowachin males slaughtered their own newborn tads!

Once, during one of the rare naps Aritch's people permitted him, McKie had awakened to sit up and try to shake off that depressing mood of doom.  He told himself true things:  that the Gowachin flattered him now, deferred to him, treated him with that quasireligious respect which they paid to all Legums.  But there was no evading another truth:  the Gowachin had groomed him for their Dosadi problem over a long period of time, and they were being less than candid with him about that long process and its intentions.

There were always unfathomed mysteries when dealing with Gowachin.

When he'd tried returning to sleep that time, it was to encounter disturbing dreams of massed sentient flesh (both pink and green) all naked and quite defenseless before the onslaughts of gigantic Gowachin males.

The dream's message was clear.  The Gowachin might very well destroy Dosadi in the way (and for similar reasons) that they winnowed their own tads - searching, endlessly searching, for the strongest and most resilient survivors.

The problem they'd dumped in his lap daunted McKie.  If the slightest inkling of Dosadi leaked into common awareness without a concurrent justification, the Gowachin Federation would be hounded unmercifully.  The Gowachin had clear and sufficient reason to destroy the evidence - or to let the evidence destroy itself.

Justification.

Where was that to be found?  In the elusive benefits which had moved the Gowachin to mount this experiment?

Even if he found that justification, Dosadi would be an upheaval in the ConSentiency.  It'd be the subject of high drama.  More than twenty generations of Humans and Gowachin surfacing without warning!  Their lonely history would titillate countless beings.  The limits of language would be explored to wring the last drop of emotive essence from this revelation.

No matter how explained, Gowachin motives would come in for uncounted explorations and suspicions.

Why did they really do it?  What happened to their original volunteers?

People would look backward into their own ancestry - Human and Gowachin alike.  "Is that what happened to Uncle Elfred?"  Gowachin phylum records would be explored.  "Yes! Here are two - gone without record!"

Aritch's people admitted that "a very small minority" had mounted this project and kept the lid on it.  Were they completely sane, this Gowachin cabal?

McKie's short naps were always disturbed by an obsequious Gowachin bowing over his bedog, begging him to return at once to the briefing sessions which prepared him for survival on Dosadi.

Those briefing sessions!  The implied prejudices hidden in every one raised more questions than were answered.  McKie tried to retain a reasoned attitude, but irritants constantly assailed him.

Why had the Gowachin of Dosadi taken on Human emotional characteristics?  Why were Dosadi's Humans aping Gowachin social compacts?  Were the Dosadi truly aware of why they changed governmental forms so often?

The bland answer to these frequent questions enraged McKie.

"All will be made clear when you experience Dosadi for yourself."

He'd finally fallen into a counterirritant patter:

"You don't really know the answer, do you?  You're hoping I'll find out for you!"

Some of the data recitals bored McKie.  While listening to a Gowachin explain what was known about Rim relationships, he would find himself distracted by people passing in the multisentient access way outside the briefing area.

Once, Ceylang entered and sat at the side of the room, watching him with a hungry silence which rubbed McKie's sensibilities to angry rawness.  He'd longed for the blue metal box then, but once the solemn investment had pulled the mantle of Legumic protection around him, the box had been removed to its sacred niche.  He'd not see it again unless this issue entered the Courtarena.  Ceylang remained an unanswered question among many.  Why did that dangerous Wreave female haunt this room without contributing one thing?  He suspected they allowed Ceylang to watch him through remote spy devices.  Why did she choose that once to come in person?  To let him know he was being observed?  It had something to do with whatever had prompted the Gowachin to train a Wreave.  They had some future problem which only a Wreave could solve.  They were grooming this Wreave as they'd groomed him.  Why?  What Wreave capabilities attracted the Gowachin?  How did this Wreave female differ from other Wreaves?  Where were her loyalties?  What was the 'Wreave Bet'?

This led McKie into another avenue never sufficiently explored:  what Human capabilities had led the Gowachin to him?  Dogged persistence?  A background in Human law?  The essential individualism of the Human?

There were no sure answers to these questions, no more than there were about the Wreave.  Her presence continued to fascinate him, however.  McKie knew many things about Wreave society not in common awareness outside the Wreave worlds.  They were, after all, integral and valued partners in BuSab.  In shared tasks, a camaraderie developed which often prompted intimate exchanges of information.  Beyond the fact that Wreaves required a breeding triad for reproduction, he knew that Wreaves had never discovered a way to determine in advance which of the Triad would be capable of nursing the offspring.  This formed an essential building stone in Wreave society.  Periodically, this person from the triad would be exchanged for a like person from another triad.  This insured their form of genetic dispersion and, of equal importance, built countless linkages throughout their civilization.  With each such linkage went requirements for unquestioning support in times of trouble.

A Wreave in the Bureau had tried to explain this:

"Take, for example, the situation where a Wreave is murdered or, even worse, deprived of essential vanity.  The guilty party would be answerable personally to millions upon millions of us.  Wherever the triad exchange has linked us, we are required to respond intimately to the insult.  The closest thing you have to this, as I understand it, is familial responsibility.  We have this familial responsibility for vendetta where such affronts occur.  You have no idea how difficult it was to release those of us in BuSab from this . . . this bondage, this network of responsibility."

The Gowachin would know this about the Wreaves, McKie thought.  Had this characteristic attracted the Gowachin or had they chosen in spite of it, making their decision because of some other Wreave aspect?  Would a Wreave Legum continue to share that network of familial responsibility?  How could that be?  Wreave society could only offend a basic sensibility of the Gowachin.  The Frog God's people were even more . . . more exclusive and individual than Humans.  To the Gowachin, family remained a private thing, walled off from strangers in an isolation which was abandoned only when you entered your chosen phylum.