There had been an inquiry at one time, but that had been in the earlier days.
The inquirer had gone away with no suspicion in his mind. He had examined the null from the hills and had agreed with Kio Barra that it was [p 36] indeed a menace. He had listened sympathetically to Barra’s rueful comments about slaves and stock which had drifted into the null, never to be heard from again.
Barra activated the view crystal. It was time for another inspection of the Estates.
The projection formed and Barra was suddenly in a wood, looking across a wide field. Grain waved in the breeze and here and there, the silhouettes of both long-neck and fin-back could be seen, half hidden by grass and trees.
The scanner progressed, crossing the field and continuing to another forest, operating on the route impressed on it. Barra relaxed as he watched. As the scan progressed through field, swamp and forest, he nodded in satisfaction. The Estates were in far better shape than ever before.
Suddenly, he halted the scan, looking critically at the scene. He was in the central clearing of Tibara. And the village didn’t match with the standards he wanted.
He looked critically at the huts. They were becoming run-down. It had been too long since the roof thatches had been replaced. Uprights were bending a little here, a trifle out of plumb there.
There were broken stones again in the well curb and the pile of stone brought for repair wasn’t neatly stacked. He frowned.
This was not the first time he’d had to take a firm hand in Tibara.
Of course, he had replaced headmen in other villages—more than once in some cases. But Tibara was working on its third headman. There was something really wrong in that village.