Tau straightened. "The Salariki have discovered catnip, I take it?"
Van Rycke nodded at Dane and for the second time the Cargo-master
apprentice made his report. When he was done Van Rycke asked a direct
question of the medical officer:
"What effect would catnip have on a Salarik?"
It was only then that Dane grasped the enormity of what he had done. They
had no way of gauging the influence of an off-world plant on alien
metabolism. What if he had introduced to the natives of Sargol a
dangerous drug--started that cub on some path of addiction. He was cold
inside. Why, he might even have poisoned the child!
Tau picked up his cap, and after a second's hesitation, his emergency
medical kit. He had only one question for Dane.
"Any idea of who the cub is--what clan he belongs to?"
And Dane, chill with real fear, was forced to answer in the negative.
What _had_ he done!
"Can you find him?" Van Rycke, ignoring Dane, spoke to Tau.
The Medic shrugged. "I can try. I was out scouting this morning--met one
of the storm priests who handles their medical work. But I wasn't
welcomed.
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