They embraced affectionately. The Old Jew led him to the edge of the mesa. Benjamin stood wrapped in a prayer shawl, its fine fabric contrasting oddly with the rough burlap of his loincloth, while the abbot climbed down to the trail and rode back toward the abbey. Dom Paulo could still see him standing there at sundown, his spindly figure silhouetted against the twilight sky as he bowed and munched a prayer over the desert.
"Memento, Domine Gomnium famulorum tuorum," the abbot whispered in response, adding: "And may he finally win the Poet"s eyeball at mumbly-peg. Amen." the abbot whispered in response, adding: "And may he finally win the Poet"s eyeball at mumbly-peg. Amen."
17.
"I can tell you definitely: There will will be war," said the messenger from New Rome. "All Laredo"s forces are committed to the Plains. Mad Bear has broken camp. There"s a running cavalry battle, nomad style, all over the Plains. But the State of Chihuahua is threatening Laredo from the south. So Hannegan is getting ready to send Texarkana forces to the Rio Grande-to help "defend" the frontier. With the Laredans" full approval, of course." be war," said the messenger from New Rome. "All Laredo"s forces are committed to the Plains. Mad Bear has broken camp. There"s a running cavalry battle, nomad style, all over the Plains. But the State of Chihuahua is threatening Laredo from the south. So Hannegan is getting ready to send Texarkana forces to the Rio Grande-to help "defend" the frontier. With the Laredans" full approval, of course."
"King Goraldi is a doddering fool!" said Dom Paulo. "Wasn"t he warned against Hannegan"s treachery?"
The messenger smiled. "The Vatican diplomatic service always respects state secrets if we happen to learn them. Lest we be accused of espionage, we are always careful about-"
"Was he warned?" the abbot demanded again.
"Of course. Goraldi said the papal legate was lying to him; he accused the Church of fomenting dissension among the allies of the Holy Scourge, in an attempt to promote the Pope"s temporal power. The idiot even told Hannegan about the legate"s warning."
Dom Paulo winced and whistled. "So Hannegan did what?"
The messenger hesitated. "I suppose I can tell you: Monsignor Apollo is under arrest. Hannegan ordered his diplomatic files seized. There"s talk in New Rome of placing the whole realm of Texarkana under interdict. Of course, Hannegan has already incurred ipso facto ipso facto excommunication, but that doesn"t seem to bother many Texarkanans. As you surely know, the population is about eighty per cent cultist anyhow, and the Catholicism of the ruling cla.s.s has always been a thin veneer." excommunication, but that doesn"t seem to bother many Texarkanans. As you surely know, the population is about eighty per cent cultist anyhow, and the Catholicism of the ruling cla.s.s has always been a thin veneer."
"So now Marcus," the abbot murmured sadly. "And what of Thon Taddeo?"
"I don"t quite see how be expects to get across the Plains without picking up a few musket-ball holes just now. It seems clear why he hadn"t wanted to make the trip. But I know nothing about his progress, Father Abbot."
Dom Paulo"s flown was pained. "If our refusal to send the material to his university leads to his being killed-"
"Don"t trouble your conscience about that, Father Abbot. Hannegan looks out for his own. I don"t know bow, but I"m sure the thon will get here."
"The world could ill afford to lose him, I hear. Well-But tell me, why were you sent to report Hannegan"s plans to us? We"re in the empire of Denver, and I can"t see how this region is affected."
"Ah, but I"ve told you only the beginning. Hannegan hopes to unite the continent eventually. After Laredo"s firmly leashed, he will have broken the encirclement that"s kept him in check. Then the next move will be against Denver."
"But wouldn"t that involve supply lines across nomad country? It seems impossible."
"It"s extremely difficult, and that"s what makes the next move certain. The Plains form a natural geographical barrier. If they were depopulated, Hannegan might regard his western frontier as secure as it stands. But the nomads have made it necessary for all states adjoining the Plains to tie up permanent military forces around the nomad territory for containment. The only way to subdue the Plains is to control both fertile strips, to the east and to the west."
"But even so," the abbot wondered, "the nomads-"
"Hannegan"s plan for them is devilish. Mad Bear"s warriors can easily cope with Laredo"s cavalry, but what they can"t cope with is a cattle plague. The Plains tribes don"t know it yet, but when Laredo set out to punish the nomads for border raiding, the Laredans drove several hundred head of diseased cattle ahead to mingle with the nomads" herds. It was Hannegan"s idea. The result will be famine, and then it will be easy to set tribe against tribe. We don"t, of course, know all the details, but the goal is a nomad legion under a puppet chieftain, armed by Texarkana, loyal to Hannegan, ready to sweep west to the mountains. If it comes to pa.s.s, this region will get the first breakers."
"But why? why? Surely Hannegan doesn"t expect the barbarians to be dependable troops, or capable of holding an empire once they finish mutilating it!" Surely Hannegan doesn"t expect the barbarians to be dependable troops, or capable of holding an empire once they finish mutilating it!"
"No, m"Lord. But the nomad tribes will be disrupted, Denver will be shattered. Then Hannegan can pick up the pieces,"
"To do what with them? It couldn"t be a very rich empire."
"No, but secure on all flanks. He might then be in a better position to strike east or northeast. Of course, before it comes to that, his plans may collapse. But whether they collapse or not, this region may well be in danger of being overrun in the not-too-distant future. Steps should be taken to secure the abbey within the next few months. I have instructions to discuss with you the problem of keeping the Memorabilia safe."
Dom Paulo felt the blackness beginning to gather. After twelve centuries, a little hope had come into the world-and then came an illiterate prince to ride roughshod over it with a barbarian horde and...
His fist exploded onto the desktop. "We kept them outside our walls for a thousand years," he growled, "and we can keep them out for another thousand. This abbey was under siege three times during the Bayring influx, and once again during the Vissarionist schism. We"ll keep the books safe. We"ve kept them that way for quite some time."
"But there is an added hazard these days, m"Lord."
"What may that be?"
"A bountiful supply of gunpowder and grapeshot."
The Feast of the a.s.sumption had come and gone, but still there was no word of the party from Texarkana. Private votive ma.s.ses for pilgrims and travelers were beginning to be offered by the abbey"s priests. Dom Paulo had ceased taking even a light breakfast, and it was whispered that he was doing penance for having invited the scholar at all, in view of the present danger on the Plains.
The watchtowers remained constantly manned. The abbot himself frequently climbed the wall to peer eastward.
Shortly before Vespers on the Feast of Saint Bernard, a novice reported seeing a thin and distant dust trail, but darkness was coming on, and no one else had been able to make it out. Soon, Compline and the Salve Regina Salve Regina were sung, but still no one appeared at the gates. were sung, but still no one appeared at the gates.
"It might have been their advance scout," suggested Prior Gault.
"It might have been Brother Watchman"s imagination," countered Dom Paulo.
"But if they"ve camped just ten miles or so down the way-"
"We"d see their fire from the tower. It"s a clear night."
"Still, Domne, after the moon rises, we could send a rider-"
"Oh, no. That"s a good way to get shot by mistake. If it"s really them, they"ve probably kept their fingers on their triggers for the whole trip, especially at night. It can wait until dawn."
It was late the following morning when the expected party of hors.e.m.e.n appeared out of the east. From the top of the wall Dom Paulo blinked and squinted across the hot and dry terrain, trying to focus myopic eyes on the distance. Dust from the horses" hooves was drifting away to the north. The party had stopped for a parley.
"I seem to be seeing twenty or thirty of them," the abbot complained, rubbing his eyes in annoyance. "Are there really so many?"
"Approximately," said Gault.
"How will we ever take care of them all?"
"I don"t think we"ll be taking care of the ones with the wolfskins, m"Lord Abbot," the younger priest said stiffly.
"Wolfskins?"
"Nomads, m"Lord."
"Man the walls! Close the gates! Let down the shield! Break out the-"
"Wait, they"re not all nomads, Domne."
"Oh?" Dom Paulo turned to peer again.
The parley was being ended. Men waved; the group split in two. The larger party galloped back toward the east. The remaining hors.e.m.e.n watched briefly, then reined around and trotted toward the abbey.
"Six or seven of them-some in uniform," the abbot murmured as they drew closer.
"The thon and his party, I"m sure."
"But with nomads? It"s a good thing I didn"t let you send a rider out last night. What were they doing with nomads?"
"It appeared that they came as guides," Father Gault said darkly.
"How neighborly of the lion to lie down with the lamb!"
The riders approached the gates. Dom Paulo swallowed dryness. "Well, we"d better go welcome them, Father," he sighed.
By the time the priests had descended from the wall, the travelers had reined up just outside the courtyard. A horseman detached himself from the others, trotted forward, dismounted, and presented his papers.
"Dom Paulo of Pecos, Abbas?"
The abbot bowed. "Tibi adsum. "Tibi adsum. Welcome in the name of Saint Leibowitz, Thon Taddeo. Welcome in the name of his abbey, in the name of forty generations who"ve waited for you to come. Be at home. We serve you." The words were heart-felt; the words had been saved for many years while awaiting this moment. Hearing a muttered monosyllable in reply, Dom Paulo looked up slowly. Welcome in the name of Saint Leibowitz, Thon Taddeo. Welcome in the name of his abbey, in the name of forty generations who"ve waited for you to come. Be at home. We serve you." The words were heart-felt; the words had been saved for many years while awaiting this moment. Hearing a muttered monosyllable in reply, Dom Paulo looked up slowly.
For a moment his glance locked with the scholar"s. He felt the warmth quickly fade. Those icy eyes-cold and searching gray. Skeptical, hungry, and proud. They studied him as one might study a lifeless curio.
That this moment might be as a bridge across a gulf of twelve centuries, Paulo had fervently prayed-prayed too that through him the last martyred scientist of that earlier age would clasp hands with tomorrow. There was indeed a gulf; that much was plain. The abbot felt suddenly that he belonged not to this age at all, that he had been left stranded somewhere on a sandbar in Time"s river, and that there wasn"t really ever a bridge at all.
"Come," he said gently. "Brother Visclair will attend to your horses."
When he had seen the guests installed in their lodgings and had retired to the privacy of his study, the smile on the face of the wooden saint reminded him unaccountably of the smirk of old Benjamin Eleazar, saying, "The children of this world are consistent too."
18.
""Now even as in the time of Job," " Brother Reader began from the refectory lectern: "When the sons of G.o.d came to stand before the Lord, Satan also was present among them.
"And the Lord said to him: "Whence comest thou, Satan?"
"And Satan answering said, as of old: "I have gone round about the earth, and have walked through it."
"And the Lord said to him: "Hast thou considered that simple and upright prince, my servant Name, Name, hating evil and loving peace?" hating evil and loving peace?"
"And Satan answering said: "Doth Name Name fear G.o.d in vain? fear G.o.d in vain?
For hast Thou not blessed his land with great wealth and made him mighty among nations? But stretch forth Thy hand a little and decrease what he hath, and let his enemy be strengthened; then see if he blasphemeth Thee not to Thy face."
"And the Lord said to Satan: "Behold what he hath, and lessen it. See thou to it."
"And Satan went forth from the presence of G.o.d and returned into the world.
"Now the Prince Name was Name was not as Holy Job, for when his land was afflicted with trouble and his people less rich than before, when he saw his enemy become mightier, he grew fearful and ceased to trust in G.o.d thinking unto himself: I must strike before the enemy overwhelmeth me without taking his sword in hand. not as Holy Job, for when his land was afflicted with trouble and his people less rich than before, when he saw his enemy become mightier, he grew fearful and ceased to trust in G.o.d thinking unto himself: I must strike before the enemy overwhelmeth me without taking his sword in hand.
" "And so it was in those days," " said Brother Reader: "that the princes of Earth had hardened their hearts against the Law of the Lord, and of their pride there was no end.
And each of them thought within himself that it was better for all to be destroyed than for the will of other princes to prevail over his. For the mighty of the Earth did contend among themselves for supreme power over all; by stealth, treachery, and deceit they did seek to rule, and of war they feared greatly and did tremble; for the Lord G.o.d had suffered the wise men of those times to learn the means by which the world itself might be destroyed, and into their hands was given the sword of the Archangel wherewith Lucifer had been cast down, that men and princes might fear G.o.d and humble themselves before the Most High. But they were not humbled.
"And Satan spoke unto a certain prince, saying: "Fear not to use the sword, for the wise men have deceived you in saying that the world would be destroyed thereby. Listen not to the counsel of weaklings, for they fear you exceedingly, and they serve your enemies by staying your hand against them. Strike, and know that you shall be king over all."
"And the prince did heed the word of Satan, and he summoned all of the wise men of that realm and called upon them to give him counsel as to the ways in which the enemy might be destroyed without bringing down the wrath upon his own kingdom. But most of the wise men said, "Lord, it is not possible, for your enemies also have the sword which we have given you, and the fieriness of it is as the flame of h.e.l.l and as the fury of the sun-star from whence it was kindled."
" "Then thou shalt make me yet another which is yet seven times hotter than h.e.l.l itself," commanded the prince, whose arrogance had come to surpa.s.s that of Pharaoh.
"And many of them said: "Nay, Lord, ask not this thing of us; for even the smoke of such a fire, if we were to kindle it for thee, would cause many to perish."
"Now the prince was angry because of their answer, and he suspected them of betraying him, and he sent his spies among them to tempt them and to challenge them; whereupon the wise men became afraid. Some among them changed their answers, that his wrath be not invoked against them. Three times he asked them, and three times they answered: "Nay, Lord, even your own people will perish if you do this thing." But one of the magi was like unto Judas Iscariot, and his testimony was crafty, and having betrayed his brothers, he lied to all the people, advising them not to fear the demon Fallout. The prince heeded this false wise man, whose name was Backeneth, and he caused spies to accuse many of the magi before the people. Being afraid, the less wise among the magi counseled the prince according to his pleasure, saying: "The weapons may be used, only do not exceed such-and-such a limit, or all will surely perish."
"And the prince smote the cities of his enemies with the new fire, and for three days and nights did his great catapults and metal birds rain wrath upon them. Over each city a sun appeared and was brighter than the sun of heaven, and immediately that city withered and melted as wax under the torch, and the people thereof did stop in the streets and their skins smoked and they became as f.a.gots thrown on the coals. And when the fury of the sun had faded, the city was in flames; and a great thunder came out of the sky, like the great battering-ram PIK-A-DON, to PIK-A-DON, to crush it utterly. Poisonous fumes fell over all the land, and the land was aglow by night with the afterfire and the curse of the afterfire which caused a scurf on the skin and made the hair to fall and the blood to die in the veins. crush it utterly. Poisonous fumes fell over all the land, and the land was aglow by night with the afterfire and the curse of the afterfire which caused a scurf on the skin and made the hair to fall and the blood to die in the veins.
"And a great stink went up from Earth even unto Heaven. Like unto Sodom and Gomorrah was the Earth and the ruins thereof, ever in the land of that certain prince, for his enemies did not withhold their vengeance, sending fire in turn to engulf his cities as their own. The stink of the carnage was exceedingly offensive to the Lord, Who spoke unto the prince, Name, Name, saying: "WHAT BURNT OFFERING IS THIS THAT YOU HAVE PREPARED BEFORE ME? WHAT IS THIS SAVOR THAT ARISES FROM THE PLACE OF HOLOCAUST? HAVE YOU MADE ME A HOLOCAUST OF SHEEP OR GOATS, OR OFFERED A CALF UNTO G.o.d?" saying: "WHAT BURNT OFFERING IS THIS THAT YOU HAVE PREPARED BEFORE ME? WHAT IS THIS SAVOR THAT ARISES FROM THE PLACE OF HOLOCAUST? HAVE YOU MADE ME A HOLOCAUST OF SHEEP OR GOATS, OR OFFERED A CALF UNTO G.o.d?"
"But the prince answered him not, and G.o.d said: "YOU HAVE MADE ME A HOLOCAUST OF MY SONS."
"And the Lord slew him together with Blackeneth, the betrayer, and there was pestilence in the Earth, and madness was upon mankind, who stoned the wise together with the powerful, those who remained.
"But there was in that time a man whose name was Leibowitz, who, in his youth like the holy Augustine, had loved the wisdom of the world more than the wisdom of G.o.d. But now seeing that great knowledge, while good, had not saved the world, he turned in penance to the Lord, crying:"
The abbot rapped sharply on the table and the monk who had been reading the ancient account was immediately silent.
"And that is your only account of it?" asked Thon Taddeo, smiling tightly at the abbot across the study.
"Oh, there are several versions. They differ in minor details. No one is certain which nation launched the first attack-not that it matters any more. The text Brother Reader was just reading was written a few decades after the death of Saint Leibowitz-probably one of the first accounts-after it became safe to write again. The author was a young monk who had not lived through the destruction himself; he got it second hand from Saint Leibowitz" followers, the original memorizers and bookleggers, and he had a liking for scriptural mimicry. I doubt if a single completely completely accurate account of the Flame Deluge exists anywhere. Once it started, it was apparently too immense for any one person to see the whole picture." accurate account of the Flame Deluge exists anywhere. Once it started, it was apparently too immense for any one person to see the whole picture."
"In what land was this prince called Name, and this man Blackeneth?"
Abbot Paulo shook his head. "Not even the author of that account was certain. We"ve pieced enough together since that was written to know that even some of the lesser lesser rulers of that time had got their hands on such weapons before the holocaust came. The situation he described prevailed in more than one nation. Name and Blackeneth were probably Legion." rulers of that time had got their hands on such weapons before the holocaust came. The situation he described prevailed in more than one nation. Name and Blackeneth were probably Legion."
"Of course I"ve heard similar legends. It"s obvious that something rather hideous came to pa.s.s," the thon stated; and then abruptly: "But when may I begin to examine-what do you call it?"
"The Memorabilia."
"Of course." He sighed and smiled absently at the image of the saint in the corner. "Would tomorrow be too soon?"
"You may begin at once, if you like," said the abbot. "Feel free to come and go as you please."
The vaults were dimly filled with candlelight, and only a few dark-robed scholar-monks moved about in the stalls. Brother Armbruster pored gloomily over his records in a puddle of lamplight in his cubbyhole at the foot of the stone stairway, and one lamp burned in the Moral Theology alcove where a robed figure huddled over ancient ma.n.u.script. It was after Prime, when most of the community labored at their duties about the abbey, in kitchen, cla.s.sroom, garden, stable, and office, leaving the library nearly empty until late afternoon and time for lectio devina. lectio devina. This morning, however, the vaults were comparatively crowded. This morning, however, the vaults were comparatively crowded.