Minos walked again. "Your turn to speak wisely, counselor. Frankly, what do you think the Prince"s chances are, of pursuing his studies here success-fully?"
Daedalus" head bobbed in a light bow. "I share your own seeming misgivings on the subject, great King."
"Yes. Um. We both know Theseus, and we both know also what the school is like. You better than I, I suppose. I can have Phaedra keep an eye on him, of course. She will be starting this semester too-not that she has her older sister"s brains, but it may do her some good. It may. He is as stalwart and handsome as ever, I suppose? Yes, then no doubt she will have an eye on him in any case."
Continuing to think aloud, arms folded and a frown on his face, Minos came closer, until an observer might have thought that he was threatening the other man. "I had no thought that Aegeus was about to send his own son. But I suppose he did not want his n.o.bles" children dis-playing any honors that could not be matched in his own house. Oh, if he"d had a scholarly boy, one given to hanging around with graybeard sages, then I would have issued a specific invitation. I would"ve thought it expected. But given the Prince"s nature..."
Minos unfolded his arms but kept his eyes fixed firmly on his waiting subject. "Daedalus. You are Theseus" friend, from your sojourn at the Athenian court. And you were enrolled briefly in the school yourself...I sometimes marvel that you did not throw yourself into it more whole-heartedly."
"Perhaps we sages are not immune to professional jealousy, Sire."
"Perhaps." Minos" gaze twinkled keenly. "However that may be, I now expect you to do two things."
Daedalus bowed.
"First, stand ready to offer Theseus your tutorial services, as they may be required."
"Of course, Sire."
"Secondly-will you go today to see the Bull and talk to him? I think in this case you have greater competence than any of my usual amba.s.sadors. Do what you can toward explaining the situation. Report back to me when you have seen the Bull."
Daedalus bowed.
On his way toward the Labyrinth, at whose center the Bull dwelt, he stopped to peer in un-noticed at the elementary school, which like most other governmental departments had its own corner of the vast sprawling House. On a three-legged stool surrounded by a gaggle of other boys and girls sat ten-year-old Icarus, stylus in hand, bent over wax tablets on a table before him. Chanting grammar, an earnest young woman paced among her pupils. Daedalus knew her for one of the more recent graduates of the school where Theseus was bound. For a moment the King"s engineer had the mad vision of Theseus in this cla.s.sroom, teaching; hardly madder than that of the Prince sitting down to study, he supposed. After a last glance at his own fidgeting son-Icarus was bright enough, but didn"t seem to want to apply himself to learning yet-Daedalus walked on.
As he pa.s.sed along the flank of the vast House, he glanced in the direction of the field of rock-hewn tombs nearby, and saw the small procession returning across the bridge that spanned the Kairatos, coming back to the House for the games, the bull-dancing and the wrestling that should please the G.o.ds.
Pausing in a cloistered walk to watch, he pondered briefly the fact that Minos himself was not coming to the funeral. Of course the King was always busy. There was Queen Pasiphae, though, taking her seat of honor in the stands, rouged and wigged as usual these days to belie her age, tight girdle thrusting her full bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s up in a pa.s.sable imitation of youth. And there came Princess Ariadne to the royal bench, taking the position of Master of the Games, as befitted her statue of eldest surviving child. And there was Phaedra-how old now? sixteen?-and quite the prettiest girl in sight.
He had thought that Theseus might be sleeping it off by now, but evidently the recuperative powers of youth, at least in the royal family of Athens, were even stronger than Daedalus remembered them to be.
The Prince, cleansed by what must have been a complete bath and sc.r.a.ping, and suitably tagged for a modest degree of real mourning by a black band around his ma.s.sive biceps, was just now vaulting into the ring for a wrestling turn. Stripped naked for the contest, Theseus was an impressive figure. Daedalus stayed long enough to watch him earn a quick victory over his squat, powerful adversary, some Cretan champion, and then claim a wreath from Ariadne"s hand.
Then Daedalus walked on. There was, on this side of the House, no sharp line of architectural demarcation where ordinary living s.p.a.ce ended and the Labyrinth began. Roofed s.p.a.ce became less common, and at the same time walls grew unscalably high and smooth and pa.s.sages narrowed. Stairs took the walker up and down for no good reason, and up and down again, until he was no longer sure whether he walked above the true ground level or below it. Windows were no more.
Now Daedalus was in the precincts of the real school, which Thesus would attend. Behind closed wooden doors taut silence reigned, or else came out the drone of reciting voices. A dozen times a stranger would have been confused, and like as not turned back to where he started, before Daedalus reached a sign, warning in three languages that the true Labyrinth lay just ahead. He pa.s.sed beneath the sign with quick, sure steps.
He had gone scarcely fifty paces farther, turning half a dozen corners in that distance, before he became aware that someone was following him. A pause to glance back got him a brief glimpse of a long-haired girl"s head, peering round a corner in his direction. The girl ducked out of sight at once. All was silent until his own feet began to move again, whereupon the shuffle of those pursuing him resumed.
With a sigh, he stopped again. Turned and called softly, "Stay." Then he walked back. As he had expected, it was a student, a slender Athenian girl of about eighteen, leaning against the stone wall in an exhausted but defensive pose. Daedalus vaguely remembered seeing her around for the last year or two.
Now her eyes had gone blank and desperate with the endless corners and walls and angles and stairs and tantalizing glimpses of sky beyond the bronze grillwork high above. Failing some kind of test, obviously, she stared at him in silent hopelessness.
It was not for him to interfere. "Follow me," he whispered to her, "and you will come out in the apartments of the Bull himself. Is that what you want?"
The girl responded with a negative gesture, weak but quick. There was a great fear in her eyes. It was not the fear of a soldier entering a losing battle, or a captive going to execution, but great all the same.
Though not as raw and immediate as those particular kinds of terror, it was on a level just as deep. Not death, only failure was in prospect, but that could be bad enough, especially for the young.
He turned from her and went on, and heard no more of feet behind. Soon he came to where a waterpipe crossed the pa.s.sageway, concealed under a kind of stile. He had overseen most of the Labyrinth"s construction, and was its chief designer. This wall here on his left was as thick as four men"s bodies lying head to toe. Just outside, though you would never guess it from in here, was a free sunny slope, and the last creaking shaddoof in the chain of lifting devices that brought sea-water here by stages from the salt pools and reservoirs below.
Choosing unthinkingly the correct branchings of the twisted way, he came out abruptly into the central open s.p.a.ce. Beyond the broad, raised, sun-dazzled stone dais in its center yawned the dark mouths of the Bull"s own rooms. In the middle of the dais, like the gnomon of a sundial, stood a big chair on whose humped seat no human could com-fortably have perched. On it the White Bull sat waiting, as if expecting him.
"Learn from me, Dae-dal-us." This was what the Bull always said to him in place of any more con-ventional greeting. It had chronic trouble in sliding its inhumanly deep, slow voice from one syllable to another without a complete stop in between, though when necessary the sounds came chopping out at a fast rate.
The Bull stood up like a man from its chair, on the dais surrounded by the gently flowing moat of seawater that it did not need, but loved. It was hairy and muscular, and larger than any but the biggest men. Though wild tales about its bullhood flew through the House, Daedalus, who had talked to it perhaps as much as any other man, was not even sure that it was truly male. The silver-tipped hair of fur grew even thicker about the loins than on the rest of the body, which was practically covered. Its feet-Daedalus sometimes thought of them as its hind feet, though it invariably walked on only two-ended in hooves, or at least in soles so thick and hard as to come very near that definition. Its upper limps beneath their generous fur were quite manlike in the number and position of their joints, and their muscular development put Daedalus in mind of Theseus" arms.
Any illusion that this might be a costumed man died quickly with inspection of the hands. The fingernails were so enlarged as to be almost tiny hooves, and each hand bore two opposable thumbs. The head, at first glance, was certainly a bull"s, with its fine short snowy hair and the two blunt horns; but one saw quickly that the lips were far too mobile, the eyes too human and intelligent.
"Learn from me, Dae-dal-us."
"We have tried that." The conflict between them was now too old, and still too sharp, to leave much room for formal courtesy.
"Learn." The deep and bull-like voice as stubborn as a wall. "The secrets of the a-tom and the star are mine to give."
"Then what need have you for one more student, one worn old man like me? There must be younger minds, all keen and eager to be taught. Even today a fresh contingent has come from Athens for your instruction."
"You are not tru-ly old as yet; there are dec-ades of strong life a-head. And if you tru-ly learn, you may extend your life."
Daedalus curtly signed refusal, confronting the other across the moat"s reflected sky. The King had had him raise the water up here for the Bull"s pleasure, evidently as some reminder of a home-land too remote for human understanding. Some ten years ago the Bull had appeared on the island, speaking pa.s.sable Greek and asking to see the King, offering gifts of knowledge. Some said it had come out of the sea, but the homeland it occasionally alluded to was much more wonderful than that.
Daedalus said: "For the past few years I have watched the young men and women going in here to be taught, and I have seen and talked to them again when they came out. I do not know whether I want to be taught what they are learning. Not one has whispered to me the stars" or atoms" secrets."
"All fra-gile ves-sels, Dae-dal-us. Of lim-i-ted cap-a-cit-y. And once cracked, good on-ly to be stud-ied to find out how the pot is made." The Bull took a step toward him on its s.h.a.ggy, goat-shaped legs. "For such a mind as yours, I bring ful-fill-ment, nev-er bur-sting."
It was always the same plea: learn from me. And always the same arguments, with variations, shot back and forth between them. "Are there no st.u.r.dy, capacious vessels among the students?"
"Not one in a thou-sand will have your mind. Not one in ten thou-sand."
"We have tried, remember? It was not good for me."
"Try a-gain."
Daedalus looked, around him almost involuntarily, then lowered his voice. "I told you what I wanted.
Teach me to fly. Show me how the wings should be constructed, rather."
"It is not that sim-ple, Dae-dal-us." The White Bull"s inhumanly deep voice stretched out in something like a yawn, and it resumed its chair. It ate only vegetables and fruits, and scattered about it on the dais was a light litter of husks and shriveled leaves. "But if you stu-dy in my school four years, you will be a-ble to build wings for your-self af-ter that time. I prom-ise you."
The man clenched his calloused hands. "How can it take me four years to learn to build a wing? If I can learn a thing at all, the idea of it should take root within my mind inside four days, and any skill required should come into my fingers in four months. The knowledge might take longer to perfect, of course-but I do not ask to build a flock of birds complete with beaks and claws, and breathe life into them, and set them catching fish and laying eggs. No, all I want are a few feathers for myself."
When he had enrolled, a year or so ago, he soon found out that he was to learn to build wings not by trying to build them, but by first studying "the knowledge of numbers" as the White Bull put it, and then the strengths and other properties of the various materials that might be used, and theories of the air and of birds, and a distracting list of other matters having even less apparent relevance. Some of this, the materials, Daedalus knew pretty well already, and about the rest he did not care. His enrollment had not lasted long.
"Try a-gain, Dae-dal-us." The voice maintained its solemn, stubborn roar. "You will be-come a tru-ly ed-u-cat-ed man. New hor-i-zons will o-pen for you."
"You mean you will teach me not what I want to learn, but rather to forget wanting it. To learn instead to make my life depend and pivot on your teaching." Here he was again, getting bogged down in the same old unwinnable dispute. Why keep at it? Because there were moments when he seemed to himself insane for rejecting the un-doubted wealth of knowledge that the Bull could give him. And yet he knew that he was right to do so.
"Bull, what good will it do you if I come to sit at your feet and learn? There has to be something that you want out of it."
"My rea-son for be-ing is to teach." It nodded down solemnly at him from is high chair, and crossed its hind legs like some goat-G.o.d. "For this I crossed o-ceans un-im-ag"-na-able between the stars. When I con-vey my teach-ings to minds a-ble to hold them, then I too will be ful-filled and can know peace.
Shall I tell Min-os that you still re-fuse? There are wea-pons much great-er than cat-a-pults that you could make for him."
"I doubt you will tell Minos anything. I doubt that he will speak to you any more."
"Why not? You mean I have displeased him?"
He meant, but was not going to say, that Minos seemed to be getting increasingly afraid of his pet monster. It was not, Daedalus thought, that the King suspected the Bull of plotting to seize power, or anything along that line. Minos" fear seemed to lie on a deeper, more personal level. The King perhaps had not admitted this fear to himself, and anyway the White Bull brought him too much prestige, not to speak of useful knowledge, for him to want to get rid of it.
Daedalus said: "The King sent me today, when he could have come himself, or else had you brought before him."
"On what er-rand?"
"Not to renew old arguments." Daedalus spat into the White Bull"s moat and watched critically as the spittle was borne along toward the splash gutter at the side. He was proud of this water-works and liked to see them operating properly. "Among today"s Athenians is one whose coming poses problems for us all." He identified Theseus, and outlined Minos" concern for his alliance with Aegeus. "The young man is probably here at least in part because his father wants him kept out of possible intrigues at home. Minos said nothing of the kind to me, but I heard it between the words of what he said."
"I think I un-der-stand, Dae-dal-us. Yet I can but try to im-part knowledge to this young man. If he can-not or will not learn, I can-not cert-i-fy that he has. Else what I have cert-i-fied of o-ther stu-dents be-comes sus-pect."
"In this case, surely, an exception might be made."
They argued this point for a while, Daedalus getting nowhere. Until the White Bull suddenly offered that something might be done to make Theseus" way easier, if Daedalus himself were to enroll as a student again.
Daedalus was angry. "Minos wll really be dis-pleased with you if I bear back the message that you want me to spend my next four years studying rather than working for my King."
"E-ven stu-dy-ing half time, one with a mind like yours may learn in three years what a mere-ly ex-cell-ent stu-dent learns in four."
The man was silent, holding in, like an old soldier at attention.
"Why do you re-sist me, Dae-dal-us? Not rea-lly be-cause you fear your mind will crack be-neath the bur-den of my trea-sures. Few e-ven of the poor stu-dents have this hap-pen."
Daedalus relaxed suddenly. He sat down on the fine stone pavement and was able to smile and even chuckle. "Oh great White Bull, whenever I see man or G.o.d approaching to do me a favor, a free good turn, I do a good turn for myself and flee the other way. Through experience I have acquired this habit, and it lies near the roots of whatever modest stock of wisdom I possess."
There was at first no answer from the creature on the high inhuman chair, and Daedalus pressed on.
"Because Ican learn something, does that mean I must? Should I not count the price?"
"There is no price, for you."
"Bah."
"What is the price for a man who stum-bles up-on great trea-sure, if he sim-ply bend and pick it up?"
"A good question. I will think upon it."
"But the cost to him is all the treasure, if he re-fuse e-ven to bend."
He knew he had no particular skill in intrigue, and was afraid to do anything but carry the whole truth back to Minos. The King of course gave him no way out, and next Daedalus was forced to enroll. He had no black sail to hoist, but simply walked to the White Bull"s apartments again and said, "Well, here I am."
"Good." He could not tell if the Bull was gloating. "First, a re-fresh-er course." And shortly Daedalus was walking into a cla.s.sroom where Theseus and Phaedra sat side by side among other young folk.
Daedalus took his place on a bench, endured some curious glances, and waited, gnarled and incongruous, until the Bull entered and began to teach.
This was not instruction in the human way. Daedalus knew that he and his fellow students still sat rooted to their benches, with the tall s.h.a.ggy figure of the Bull before them. But there came with the sudden clarity of lightning a vision in which he seemed to have sprung upward from the ground, flying at more than arrow-speed into the blue. The Labyrinth and the House of the Double Axe dropped clear away, and his view carried over the whole fair isle of Crete. Its mountains dwindled and flattened, soon became almost at one with the fields and orchards, and very quickly the sea was visible on every side. Other islands popped into view, and then the jagged mainland of Greece. Then the whole Mediterranean, with a sunspot of glare on it bigger than lost Crete itself, then Europe and much of Africa, and then a hemisphere-the shared experience was too much for some of the students and there were outcries and faintings around Daedalus. He was a little shaken himself, though he had seen this much during his previous enrollment.
Eventually the first day of his renewed schooling was over, and in due time the second and third had pa.s.sed. Lessons came in a more or less fixed plan. Seldom were they as dramatically presented as that early one that indicated the size and complexity of the world. Mostly the students studied from books, hand-copied for them by students more advanced, who also did much of the teaching. And there were tests.
QUESTION: THE WORLD ON WHICH MEN LIVE IS:.
A. Bigger than the island of Crete.
B. Approximately a sphere in shape.
C. In need of cultivation and care, that can be accomplished only through education, if it is to support properly an eventual population of billions of human beings.
D. All of the above.
"Are these the secrets of the stars and atoms, Bull?"
"Pa-tience, Dae-dal-us. One step at a time. Tra-di-tion hal-lows the mode of tea-ching."
"Bah."
"Now you are a stu-dent. Dis-re-spect low-ers your grades and slows your pro-gress."
Theoretically his attendance was to be for half a day, every day except the rare holidays. But it was tacitly understood between the Bull and Minos-at least Daedalus hoped it was-that Daedalus in fact kept to a flexible schedule, spending whatever time was necessary on "the King"s projects, the catapults, the life-like statues, to keep them progressing. His days were more than full, though he could have done all the school-work required so far with half a brain.
Meanwhile the White Bull seemed to be keeping his part of the bargain. One of his chief acolytes, Stomargos, an earnest mainland youth, frail and clumsy at the same time, explained to Daedalus how Theseus was being shunted into a special program.
"The Prince will be allowed to choose both his Greater and Lesser Branches of learning from courses that have not previously been given for credit," said the young man, whose own Greater Branch was, as he had proudly informed Daedalus, the Transmission of Learning itself. "Since Prince Theseus seems fated to spend most of his life as a warrior, the Bull is preparing for him courses in Strategic Decision, Command Presence, and Tactical Leadership-these in addition, of course, to those in Language, Number, and the World of Men that are required of all first-year students."
"I wish the royal student well." Daedalus paused for thought. "It may be foolish of me to ask, but I cannot forbear. Where and how is the course on Tactical Leadership to be conducted?"
"All courses are conducted within the student"s mind, Daedalus." The answer sounded somewhat condescending. Nonetheless Daedalus pursued the matter, out of concerned curiosity, and found out that the Labyrinth itself, or some part of it, was to be the training ground. Beyond that Stomargos knew little.
Back at his workshop that afternoon, Daedalus found a message from Icarus" teacher awaiting him-the boy had run off somewhere, playing truant. It was the second or third time that this had happened within a month. And scarcely had he grumbled at this message and then put it aside to take up his real work, when Icarus himself came dawdling in, an elbow sc.r.a.ped raw, arm messy with dried blood from some mishap during the day. Daedalus waved the note and growled and lectured, but in the son"s face he could see the mother, and he could not be harsh. He ordered a servant to take Icarus home, see to his injury, and keep him confined to quarters for the remainder of the day.
Then there was a little time at last to part the curtains at the workshop"s rear, and move through the secret door there that slid out of the way as if by magic, carrying with it neatly what had looked like an awkward, obstructing pile of dirty trash. Time to crank open a secret skylight above a secret room, and look at the great man-wings spread out on a bench.
Long ago he had given up trying to use real feathers; now he worked with canvas and leather and light cotton padding to add shape. But work was lagging lately; he felt in his bones that more thought, more cunning was needed. When he strapped on one wing and beat it downward through the air, the effect was not much different from that of waving a fan. He was not impelled noticeably toward the sky. There were secrets still to be discovered...
When he got back to quarters himself, it was late at night. He grabbed a mouthful of fruit and cheese, drank half a cup of wine, shooed a bored and sleepy concubine out of his way, and dropped on his own soft but simple bed to rest.... It seemed that hardly had his eyes closed, however, before he heard the voices of soldiers, bullying a servant at his door: "...orders to bring Daedalus at once before the King."
This was not Minos" usual way of summoning one of his most trusted and respected advisors, and Daedalus knew fear as, shivering, he went with them out under the late, cold stars. The lieutenant took pity on him. "It concerns Prince Theseus, sir. The King is..." The soldier shook his head, and let his words trail off with a puffed sigh of awe.
It was the formal audience chamber to which the soldiers brought him-a bad sign, Daedalus thought.
At the King"s nod they saluted and backed out, leaving the engineer standing before the throne. Theseus moved over a little on the carpet to make room for him. No one else was now present except Minos, who, seated on his tall chair between the painted griffins, continued a merciless chewing-out of the young Prince. The flames of the oil-lamps trembled now and then as if in awe. The tone of the King"s voice was settled, almost weary, suggesting that this tongue-lashing had been going on for some time.
Sneaking glances at Theseus, Daedalus judged he had been drunk recently, but was no longer.