West of Eden by Harry Harrison

animals find this? Who made the design? And the metal, where did they get that from? Do not try to tell me that they have the science to grow metal." She tested the edge against her skin. "Not sharp at all. What can it possibly mean?"
    There were no answers to these disturbing questions—nor had she expected any. She handed the bit of metal to Enge. "Another mystery for you to solve when you learn to speak to the creatures." Enge examined it and handed it back.
    "When may I see them?" she asked.
    "Now," Vaintè said. She signaled Stallan. "Take us to them."
    Stallan led the way through the corridors of the city, to a high, dark passage. Signaling for continuing West of Eden - Harry Harrison
    silence, she swung open a hatch set into the wall. Vaintè and Enge looked through into the chamber beyond. They could see that it was sealed by a single heavy door. There were no other openings and the only illumination was the feeble light that filtered down through a tough transparent sheet high above.
    Two repellent little creatures lay on the floor below. Tiny versions of the mutilated corpse that Enge had been forced to look at in the ambesed. Their skulls were bare and scratched where their fur had been removed. With the fur gone, and deprived of the stinking bits of skin that they had been bound about with, it could be seen that they were completely covered with repulsive, single-colored and waxy skin.
    The larger one, the female, was lying flat and making a repetitive wailing noise. The male squatted beside the female and emitted varied grunting sounds. This went on for a long time, until the wailing stopped.
    Then the female made other sounds as well. Vaintè signaled Stallan to close the hatch and leave.
    "It might be a kind of talking," Enge said, excited despite herself. "But they move very little when they make the sounds, which is very confusing. It will take much study. The whole concept is a novel one, a different language, the language of ustuzou, a different type of creature from any of those we have ever studied. It is a tremendous and exciting idea."
    "Indeed. So exciting that I command you to learn their way of speaking so you can converse with them."
    Enge made a sign of submission. "You cannot command me to think, Eistaa. Even your great power does not extend into another's skull. I will study the talk of the animals because I wish to."
    "I do not care about your reasons—as long as you obey my commands."
    "Why do you wish to understand them?" Enge asked.
    Vaintè chose her expressions carefully so as not to reveal all of her motives. "Like you, I am challenged by the thought that an animal might speak. Don't you believe that I am capable of intellectual pursuits?"
    "Forgive the negative thought, Vaintè. You were always first in our efenburu. You led then because you understood when we didn't. When do I begin?"
    "Now. This instant. How will you go about it?"
    "I have no idea for it has never been done before. Let me return to the hatch and listen to the sounds.
    While I do this I will make a plan."
    Vaintè left silently, immensely pleased with what she had accomplished. It had been imperative to get Enge's cooperation, for if she had refused it would have meant messages back to Inegban*, to then suffer the long wait while someone was located and sent out to investigate the talking beasts. If they really were talking and not just making noises. Vaintè needed that information at once since there might be more of the creatures about that could be a menace. She needed information for the safety of the city.
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    First she must learn all she could about these fur-animals, find out where they lived and how they lived.
    How they bred. That would be the first step.
    The second would be to kill them. All of them. Exterminate them completely from the face of the earth.
    For even with their low cunning arid crude stone artifacts they were still just miserable animals. Deadly animals who had