The thon caught the note of pleading, the undercurrent of supplication for help, in the priest"s voice, and he seemed to brood on it, picking lightly at his food and saying nothing for a time.
"We"ll speak of this matter again before I return to the collegium," he promised quietly.
A pall had fallen on the banquet, but it began to lift during the group singing in the courtyard after the meal, and it vanished entirely when the time came for the scholar"s lecture in the Great Hall. Embarra.s.sment seemed at an end, and the group had resumed a surface cordiality.
Dom Paulo led the thon to the lectern; Gault and the don"s clerk followed, joining them on the platform. Applause rang out heartily following the abbot"s introduction of the thon; the hush that followed suggested the silence of a courtroom awaiting a verdict. The scholar was no gifted orator, but the verdict proved satisfying to the monastic throng.
"I have been amazed at what we"ve found here," he told them. "A few weeks ago I would not have believed, did not did not believe, that records such as you have in your Memorabilia could still be surviving from the fall of the last mighty civilization. It is still hard to believe, but evidence forces us to adopt the hypothesis that the doc.u.ments are authentic. Their survival here is incredible enough; but even more fantastic, believe, that records such as you have in your Memorabilia could still be surviving from the fall of the last mighty civilization. It is still hard to believe, but evidence forces us to adopt the hypothesis that the doc.u.ments are authentic. Their survival here is incredible enough; but even more fantastic, to me, to me, is the fact that they have gone unnoticed during is the fact that they have gone unnoticed during this this century, until now. Lately there have been men capable of appreciating their potential value-and not only myself. What Thon Kaschler might have done with them while he was alive!-even seventy years ago." century, until now. Lately there have been men capable of appreciating their potential value-and not only myself. What Thon Kaschler might have done with them while he was alive!-even seventy years ago."
The sea of monks" faces was alight with smiles upon hearing so favorable a reaction to the Memorabilia from one so gifted as the thon. Paulo wondered why they failed to sense the faint undercurrent of resentment-or was it suspicion?-in the speaker"s tone. "Had I known of these sources ten years ago," he was saying, "much of my work in optics would have been unnecessary." Ahha! Ahha! thought the abbot, thought the abbot, so that"s so that"s it it. Or at least part of it. He"s finding out that some of his discoveries are only rediscoveries, and it leaves a bitter taste. But surely he must know that never during his lifetime can he be more than a recoverer of lost works; however brilliant, he can only do what others before him had done. And so it would be, inevitably, until the world became as highly developed as it had been before the Flame Deluge. Or at least part of it. He"s finding out that some of his discoveries are only rediscoveries, and it leaves a bitter taste. But surely he must know that never during his lifetime can he be more than a recoverer of lost works; however brilliant, he can only do what others before him had done. And so it would be, inevitably, until the world became as highly developed as it had been before the Flame Deluge.
Nevertheless, it was apparent that Thon Taddeo was impressed.
"My time here is limited." he went on, "From what I have seen, I suspect that it will take twenty specialists several decades to finish milking the Memorabilia for understandable information. Physical science normally proceeds by inductive reasoning tested by experiment; but here the task is deductive. From a few broken bits of general principles, we must attempt to grasp particulars. In some cases, it may prove impossible. For example-" He paused for a moment to produce a packet of notes and thumbed through them briefly. "Here is a quotation which I found buried downstairs. It"s from a four-page fragment of a book which may have been an advanced physics text. A few of you may have seen it."
" "-and if the s.p.a.ce terms predominate in the expression for the interval between event-points, the interval is said to be s.p.a.ce-like, since it is then possible to select a co-ordinate system-belonging to an observer with an admissible velocity-in which the events appear simultaneous, and therefore separated only spatially. If, however, the interval is timelike the events cannot be simultaneous in any co-ordinate system, but there exists a co-ordinate system in which the s.p.a.ce terms will vanish entirely, so that the separation between events will be purely temporal, id est, id est, occurring at the same place, but at different times. Now upon examining the extremals of the real interval-" " occurring at the same place, but at different times. Now upon examining the extremals of the real interval-" "
He looked up with a whimsical smile. "Has anyone here looked at that reference lately?"
The sea of faces remained blank.
"Anyone ever remember seeing it?"
Kornh.o.e.r and two others cautiously lifted their hands.
"Anyone know what it means?"
The hands quickly went down.
The thon chuckled. "It"s followed by a page and a half of mathematics which I won"t try to read, but it treats some of our fundamental concepts as if they weren"t basic at all, but evanescent appearances that change according to one"s point of view. It ends with the word "therefore" "therefore" but the rest of the page is burned, and the conclusion with it. The reasoning is impeccable, however, and the mathematics quite elegant, so that I can write the conclusion myself. It seems the conclusion of a madman. It began with a.s.sumptions, however, which appeared equally mad. Is it a hoax? If it isn"t, what is its place in the whole scheme of the science of the ancients? What precedes it as prerequisite to understanding? What follows, and how can it be tested? Questions I can"t answer. This is only one example of the many enigmas posed by these papers you"ve kept so long. Reasoning which touches experiential reality nowhere is the business of angelologists and theologians, not of physical scientists. And yet such papers as these describe systems which touch our experience nowhere. Were they within the experimental reach of the ancients? Certain references tend to indicate it. One paper refers to elemental trans.m.u.tation-which we just recently established as theoretically impossible-and then it says "experiment proves." But but the rest of the page is burned, and the conclusion with it. The reasoning is impeccable, however, and the mathematics quite elegant, so that I can write the conclusion myself. It seems the conclusion of a madman. It began with a.s.sumptions, however, which appeared equally mad. Is it a hoax? If it isn"t, what is its place in the whole scheme of the science of the ancients? What precedes it as prerequisite to understanding? What follows, and how can it be tested? Questions I can"t answer. This is only one example of the many enigmas posed by these papers you"ve kept so long. Reasoning which touches experiential reality nowhere is the business of angelologists and theologians, not of physical scientists. And yet such papers as these describe systems which touch our experience nowhere. Were they within the experimental reach of the ancients? Certain references tend to indicate it. One paper refers to elemental trans.m.u.tation-which we just recently established as theoretically impossible-and then it says "experiment proves." But how? how?
"It may take generations to evaluate and understand some of these things. It is unfortunate that they must remain here in this inaccessible place, for it will take a concentrated effort by numerous scholars to make meaning of them. I am sure you realize that your present facilities are inadequate-not to mention "inaccessible" to the rest of the world."
Seated on the platform behind the speaker, the abbot began to glower, waiting for the worst. Thon Taddeo chose, however, to offer no proposals. But his remarks continued to make clear his feeling that such relics belonged in more competent hands than those of the monks of the Albertian Order of Saint Leibowitz, and that the situation as it prevailed was absurd. Perhaps sensing the growing uneasiness in the room, he soon turned to the subject of his immediate studies, which involved a more thorough investigation into the nature of light than had been made previously. Several of the abbey"s treasures were proving to be of much help, and he hoped to devise soon an experimental means for testing his theories. After some discussion of the phenomenon of refraction, he paused, then said apologetically: "I hope none of this offends anybody"s religious beliefs," and looked around quizzically. Seeing that their faces remained curious and bland, he continued for a time, then invited questions from the congregation.
"Do you mind a question from the platform?" asked the abbot.
"Not at all," said the scholar, looking a bit doubtful, as if thinking et tu, Brute. et tu, Brute.
"I was wondering what there is about the refrangible property of light that you thought might be offensive to religion?"
"Well-" The then paused uncomfortably. "Monsignor Apollo, whom you know, grew quite heated on the subject. He said that light could not possibly have been refrangible before the Flood, because the rainbow was supposedly-"
The room burst into roaring laughter, drowning the rest of the remark. By the time the abbot had waved them to silence, Thon Taddeo was beet red, and Dom Paulo had some difficulty in maintaining his own solemn visage.
"Monsignor Apollo is a good man, a good priest, but all men are apt to be incredible a.s.ses at times, especially outside their domains. I"m sorry I asked the question."
"The answer relieves me," said the scholar. "I seek no quarrels."
There were no further questions and the thon proceeded to his second topic: the growth and the present activities of his collegium. The picture as he painted it seemed encouraging. The collegium was flooded with applicants who wanted to study at the inst.i.tute. The collegium was a.s.suming an educational function as well as an investigative one. Interest in natural philosophy and science was on the increase among the literate laity. The inst.i.tute was being liberally endowed. Symptoms of revival and renaissance.
"I might mention a few of the current researches and investigations being conducted by our people," he went on.
"Following Bret"s work on the behavior of gases, Thon Viche Mortoin is investigating the possibilities for the artificial production of ice. Thon Friider Halb is seeking a practical means for transmitting messages by electrical variations along a wire-" The list was long, and the monks appeared Impressed. Studios in many fields-medicine, astronomy, geology, mathematics, mechanics-were being undertaken. A few seemed impractical and ill-considered, but most seemed to promise rich rewards in knowledge and practical application. From Jejene"s search for the Universal Nostrum to Bodalk"s reckless a.s.sault on orthodox geometries, the collegium"s activities exhibited a healthy hankering to pry open Nature"s private files, locked since mankind had burned its inst.i.tutional memories and condemned itself to cultural amnesia more than a millennium ago.
"In addition to these studies, Thon Maho Mahh is heading a project which seeks further information about the origin of the human species. Since this is primarily an archeological task, he asked me to search your library for any suggestive material on the subject, after I complete my own study here. However, perhaps I"d better not dwell on this at any length, since it"s tending to cause controversy with the theologicans. But if there are any questions-"
A young monk who was studying for the priesthood stood up and was recognized by the thon.
"Sir, I was wondering if you were acquainted with the suggestions of Saint Augustine on the subject?"
"I am not."
"A fourth century bishop and philosopher. He suggested that in the beginning, G.o.d created all things in their germinal causes, including the physiology of man, and that the germinal causes inseminate, as it were, the formless matter-which then gradually evolved evolved into the more complex shapes, and eventually Man. Has this hypothesis been considered?" into the more complex shapes, and eventually Man. Has this hypothesis been considered?"
The thon"s smile was condescending, although be did not openly brand the proposal childish. "I"m afraid it has not, but I shall look it up," he said, in a tone that indicated he would not.
"Thank you," said the monk, and sat down meekly.
"Perhaps the most daring research of all, however," continued the sage, "is being conducted by my friend Thon Esser Shon. It is an attempt to synthesize living matter. Then Esser hopes to create living protoplasm, using only six basic ingredients. This work could lead to-yes? You have a question?"
A monk in the third row had risen and was bowing toward the speaker. The abbot leaned forward to peer at him and recognized, with horror, that it was Brother Armbruster, the librarian.
"If you would do an old man the kindness," croaked the monk, dragging out his words in a plodding monotone. "This Thon Esser Shon-who limits himself to only six basic ingredients-is very interesting. I was wondering-are they permitting him to use both hands?"
"Why, I-" The then paused and frowned.
"And may I also inquire," Armbruster"s dry voice dragged on, "whether this remarkable feat is to be performed from the sitting, standing, or p.r.o.ne position? Or perhaps on horseback while playing two trumpets?"
The novices snickered audibly. The abbot came quickly to his feet.
"Brother Armbruster, you have been warned. You are excommunicated from the common table until you make satisfaction. You may wait in the Lady Chapel."
The librarian bowed again and stole quietly out of the hall, his carriage humble, but his eyes triumphant. The abbot murmured apologetically to the scholar, but the thon"s glance was suddenly chilly.
"In conclusion," he said, "a brief outline of what the world can expect, in my opinion, from the intellectual revolution that"s just beginning." Eyes burning, he looked around at them, and his voice changed from casual to fervent rhythms.
"Ignorance has been our king. Since the death of empire, he sits unchallenged on the throne of Man. His dynasty is age-old. His right to rule is now considered legitimate. Past sages have affirmed it. They did nothing to unseat him.
"Tomorrow, a new prince shall rule. Men of understanding, men of science shall stand behind his throne, and the universe will come to know his might. His name is Truth. His empire shall encompa.s.s the Earth. And the mastery of Man ever the Earth shall be renewed. A century from now, men will fly through the air in mechanical birds. Metal carriages will race along roads of man-made stone. There will be buildings of thirty stories, ships that go under the see, machines to perform all works.
"And how will this come to pa.s.s?" He paused and lowered his voice. "In the same way all change comes to pa.s.s, I fear. And I am sorry it is so. It will come to pa.s.s by violence and upheaval, by flame and by fury, for no change comes calmly over the world."
He glanced around, for a soft murmur arose from the community.
"It will be be so. We do not so. We do not will will it so. it so.
"But why? why?
"Ignorance is king. Many would not profit by his abdication. Many enrich themselves by means of his dark monarchy. They are his Court, and in his name they defraud and govern, enrich themselves and perpetuate their power. Even literacy they fear, for the written word is another channel of communication that might cause their enemies to become united. Their weapons are keen-honed, and they use them with skill. They will press the battle upon the world when their interests are threatened, and the violence which follows will last until the structure of society as it now exists is leveled to rubble, and a new society emerges. I am sorry: But that is how I see it."
The words brought a new pall over the room. Dom Paulo"s hopes sank, for the prophecy gave form to the scholar"s probable outlook. Thon Taddeo knew the military ambitions of his monarch. He had a choice: to approve of them, to disapprove of them, or to regard them as impersonal phenomena beyond his control like a flood, famine, or whirlwind.
Evidently, then, he accepted them as inevitable-to avoid having to make a moral judgment. Let there be blood, iron and weeping... Let there be blood, iron and weeping...
How could such a man thus evade his own conscience and disavow his responsibility-and so easily! the abbot stormed to himself.
But then the words came back to him. For in those days, the Lord G.o.d had suffered the wise men to know the means by which the world itself might be destroyed... For in those days, the Lord G.o.d had suffered the wise men to know the means by which the world itself might be destroyed...
He also suffered them to know how it might be saved, and, as always, let them choose for themselves. And perhaps they had chosen as Thon Taddeo chooses. To wash their hands before the mult.i.tude. Look you to it. Lest they themselves be crucified.
And they had been crucified anyhow. Without dignity. Always for anybody anyhow is to get nailed on it and hang on it and if you drop off they beat...
There was sudden silence. The scholar had stopped talking.
The abbot blinked around the hall. Half the community was staring toward the entrance. At first his eyes could make out nothing.
"What is it?" he whispered to Gault.
"An old man with a beard and shawl," hissed Gault. "It looks like-No, he wouldn"t-"
Dom Paulo arose and moved to the front of the dais to stare at the faintly defined shape in the shadows. Then he called out to it softly.
"Benjamin?"
The figure stirred. It drew its shawl tighter about spindly shoulders and hobbled slowly into the light. It stopped again, muttering to itself as it looked around the room; then its eyes found the scholar at the lectern.
Leaning on a crooked staff, the old apparition hobbled slowly toward the lectern, never taking its eyes from the man who stood behind it. Thon Taddeo looked humorously perplexed at first, but when no one stirred or spoke, he seemed to lose color as the decrepit vision came near him The face of the bearded antiquity blazed with hopeful ferocity of some compelling pa.s.sion that burned more furiously in him than the life principle long since due to depart.
He came close to the lectern, paused. His eyes twitched over the startled speaker. His mouth quivered. He smiled. He reached out one trembling hand toward the scholar. The thon drew back with a snort of revulsion.
The hermit was agile. He vaulted to the dais, dodged the lectern, and seized the scholar"s arm.
"What madness-"
Benjamin kneaded the arm while he stared hopefully into the scholar"s eyes.
His face clouded. The glow died. He dropped the arm. A great keening sigh came from the dry old lungs as hope vanished. The eternally knowing smirk of the Old Jew of the Mountain returned to his face. He turned to the community, spread his hands, shrugged eloquently.
"It"s still not Him," he told them sourly, then hobbled away.
Afterwards, there was little formality.
21.
It was during the tenth week of Thon Taddeo"s visit that the messenger brought the black news. The head of the ruling dynasty of Laredo had demanded that Texarkanan troops be evacuated forthwith from the realm. The King died of poison that night, and a state of war was proclaimed between the states of Laredo and Texarkana. The war would be short-lived. It could with a.s.surance be a.s.sumed that the war had ended the day alter it had begun, and that Hannegan now controlled all lands and peoples from the Red River to the Rio Grande.
That much had been expected, but not the accompanying news.
Hannegan II, by Grace of G.o.d Mayor, Viceroy of Texarkana, Defender of the Faith, and Vaquero Supreme of the Plains, had, after finding Monsignor Marcus Apollo to be guilty of "treason" and espionage, caused the papal nuncio to he hanged, and then, while still alive to be cut down, drawn, quartered, and flayed, as an example to anyone else who might try to undermine the Mayor"s state. In pieces, the priest"s carca.s.s had been thrown to the dogs.
The messenger hardly needed to add that Texarkana was under absolute interdict by a papal decree which contained certain vague but ominous allusions to Regnans in Excelsis, Regnans in Excelsis, a sixteenth century bull ordering a monarch deposed. There was no news of Hannegan"s countermeasures, as yet. a sixteenth century bull ordering a monarch deposed. There was no news of Hannegan"s countermeasures, as yet.
On the Plains, the Laredan forces would now have to fight their way back home through the nomad tribes, only to lay down their arms at their own borders, for their nation and their kin were hostage.
"A tragic affair!" said Thon Taddeo, with an apparent degree of sincerity. "Because of my nationality, I offer to leave at once."
"Why?" Dom Paulo asked. "You don"t approve of Hannegan"s actions, do you?"
The scholar hesitated, then shook his head. He looked around to make certain no one overheard them. "Personally, I condemn them. But in public-" He shrugged. "There is the collegium to think of. If it were only a question of my own own neck, well-" neck, well-"
"I understand."
"May I venture an opinion in confidence?"
"Of course."
"Then someone ought to warn New Rome against making idle threats. Hannegan"s not above crucifying several dozen Marcus Apollos."
"Then some new martyrs will attain Heaven; New Rome doesn"t make idle threats."
The thon sighed. "I supposed that you"d look at it that way, but I renew my offer to leave."
"Nonsense. Whatever your nationality, your common humanity makes you welcome."
But a rift had appeared. The scholar kept his own company afterward, seldom conversing with the monks. His relationship with Brother Kornh.o.e.r became noticeably formal, although the inventor spent an hour or two each day in servicing and inspecting the dynamo and the lamp, and keeping himself informed concerning the progress of the thon"s work, which was now proceeding with unusual haste. The officers seldom ventured outside the guesthouse.
There were hints of an exodus from the region. Disturbing rumors kept coming from the Plains. In the village of Sanly Bowitts, people began discovering reasons to depart suddenly on pilgrimages or to visit in other lands. Even the beggars and vagrants were getting out of town. As always, the merchants and artisans were faced with the unpleasant choice of abandoning their property to burglars and looters or staying with it to see it looted.
A citizens" committee headed by the mayor of the village visited the abbey to request sanctuary for the townspeople in the event of invasion. "My final offer," said the abbot, after several hours of argument, "is this: we will take in all the women, children, invalids, and aged, without question. But as for men capable of bearing arms, we"ll consider each ease individually, and we may turn some of them away."
"Why?" the mayor demanded.
"What should be obvious, even to you!" Dom Paulo said sharply. "We may come under attack ourselves, but unless we"re directly attacked, we"re going to stay out of it. I"ll not let this place be used by anybody as a garrison from which to launch a counterattack if the only attack is on the village itself. So in case of males able to bear arms, we"ll have to insist on a pledge-to defend the abbey under our orders. And we"ll decide in individual cases whether a pledge is trustworthy or not."
"It"s unfair!" howled a committeeman. "You"ll discriminate-"
"Only against those who can"t be trusted. What"s the matter? Were you hoping to hide a reserve force here? Well, it won"t be allowed. You"re not going to plant any part of a town militia out here. That"s final."
Under the circ.u.mstances, the committee could not refuse any help offered. There was no further argument. Dom Paulo meant to take in anyone, when the time came, but for the present he meant to forestall plans by the village to involve the abbey in military planning. Later there would be officers from Denver with similar requests; they would be less interested in saving life than in saving their political regime. He intended to give them a similar answer. The abbey had been built as a fortress of faith and knowledge, and he meant to preserve it as such.
The desert began to crawl with wanderers out of the east. Traders, trappers, and herdsmen, in moving west, brought news from the Plains. The cattle plague was sweeping like wildfire among the herds of the nomads; famine seemed imminent. Laredo"s forces had suffered a mutinous cleavage since the fall of the Laredan dynasty. Part of them were returning to their homeland as ordered, while the others set out under a grim vow to march on Texarkana and not stop until they took the head of Hannegan II or died in trying. Weakened by the split, the Laredans were being wiped out gradually by the hit-and-run a.s.saults from Mad Bear"s warriors who were thirsty for vengeance against those who had brought the plague. It was rumored that Hannegan had generously offered to make Mad Bear"s people his protected dependents, if they would swear fealty to "civilized" law, accept his officers into their councils, and embrace the Christian Faith. "Submit or starve" was the choice which fate and Hannegan offered the herdsman peoples. Many would choose to starve before giving allegiance to an agrarian-merchant state. Hongan Os was said to be roaring his defiance southward, eastward, and heavenward; he accomplished the latter by burning one shaman a day to punish the tribal G.o.ds for betraying him. He threatened to become a Christian if Christian G.o.ds would help slaughter his enemies.