Toward the edun.
He wished to turn his face from it, knowing, knowing already the end. He turned with it, watched, a great knot swelling in his throat, and his body cold and numb, and the center of him utterly alive to what began to happen.
The first tower of the edun, that of the Kel, flared in light and went, slowly tumbling. The sound reached him, a numbing shock, and after that the wind, as the towers fell, as the whole structure of the edun hung suspended and crumbled down into ruin.
And the ship circled, light and free, lazily winking in the dark as it rose above the smoke and came, insolently, over their heads.
His pistol was in his hands: he turned and lifted it, and fired one futile burst at those retreating lights, none others in the sky. The lights blurred in his eyes, the betraying membrane, or tears: it flashed and cleared, and he fired again.
And the lights continued on a moment, and a red light blossomed and fragments went spuming in various trajectories, ruin upon ruin, pistol shot or the turbulence that must surround the port.
It healed nothing. He turned, looked again at the edun where not even flames remained, and his stomach spasmed, a wrench that weakened his joints and made him dizzy. In that moment he would have wished to be without senses, to be weak, to fall, to sink down, to do anything but continue to stand, helplessly.
Dead. Dead, all of them.
He stood, not knowing whether to return to the ruin at the port, to go on as he was going, or whether there was reason to go, or to do anything but sit where he was until morning, when the regul would come to finish matters. He found no limit to what senses could absorb. He felt. He was not numb. He only wished to be, battered by the wind that stole the sound from the night, whipping at his robes, a steady snap of cloth that was, here, louder than the silence that had fallen over everything.
The People were dead.
He remained. For survivors there were duties, respects, rites that wanted doing. He was not of Medai"s temperament.
He slipped pistol into its holster, and clenched his icy hands under his arms, and began to reckon with the living.
The Hand of the People, a kel"en; and there were his kin to bury, if the regul had not done it in killing them, and after that there was a war the regul perhaps did not look to fight.
And then he looked toward the ledge, and looked on his human prisoner, and met his eyes. Here also was a man that waited to die, that also knew, in small measure, what desolation was.
He could kill, and be alone thereafter, a vast, vast silence; a tiny act of violence after the forces that had stormed across the skies of Kesrith and ruined the world.
A tiny and miserable act. Vengeance for a world deserved something of equal stature.
"Get up," he said quietly, and Duncan gathered himself up, shoulder to the rock, staring back at him.
"We will go up to the hill," he told Duncan."The house of my peoplevI do not think there will be more aircraft."
Duncan turned and looked, and without demur, without question, started walking ahead of him.
The world was changed about them. Landmarks that had been on the Dus plain for eons were gone. The ground was pocked with scars that filled with boiling water. Duncan, leading the way, blind, bound, misstepped and went in up to the knee, with nothing more than a hoa.r.s.e sob of shock; and Niun seized him and pulled him back, steadying him, while the human stood and gasped for air.
He kept a hand on Duncan"s arm thereafter, and guided him, knowing the way; and preserved the human against another time.
The light came, the red light of Arain, foul and murky. Niun looked back toward the port, and saw in the first light the full truth of what he had already known: that nothing survived.
Neither Aha.n.a.l Aha.n.a.l nor nor Hazan Hazan.
And when he looked on the hill where the Edun of the People had stood, it was one with the sand and the rocks-as if nothing built by hands had ever stood there.
He saw also in the light what prize he had taken, an exhausted creature that struggled for every upward step, whose face and mouth and chest were spattered with blood that poured afresh from the nose, injury or atmosphere, it was uncertain. The eyes were almost shut, streaming tears not of seeming emotion but of outraged tissuesva face naked in the sun, and indecent, and more bewildered than evil: he did not know why the human kept walking at such cost, toward such little reward-easier by far the death of the land"s violence than what mri and human had exchanged for forty years.
But there was a point past which there was no thinking, only the fact that one lived; and that continued whether one wanted or wished otherwise.
He understood such a mind, that deep shock which admitted no decisions. He had never thought that he would freeze in crisis; yet he had frozen, and the cold of that moment when the People died was still locked round his mind and his heart and seemed never apt to go away, not though he had revenge, not though he killed every regul that breathed and heaped humanity on the desolation as well.
It was a shock in which their two lives were of like value, which was nothing at all.
He pushed the human ahead, neither hating now nor pitying, finding no reason for sparing a human when he had the ruin of the edun to face for himself. He thought perhaps that Duncan sorrowed for his own failed duty, which lay lost in burning Kesrith; that Duncan also mourned failure, as miserable as he.
But Duncan had all the human worlds for kinsmen, knowing that they survived; and it was possible to hate the human when he let himself think on this. He would not return this one to his kind: while he lived, Duncan would live. While he had to face what had become of Kesrith, the man Duncan would do the like.
They came to the edun by full daylight, untroubled by ships or any sign of life from the skies. Down in the city there might be. It did not extend to them. When Niun thought of it, he thought of going down and destroying them-methodically, joylessly: regul, who had no capacity for war.
Who had finally, in one cowardly act, destroyed the People.
There was irony there that was worth bitter laughter. He looked on the mound of rubble that had been the edun and felt moved to that or to tears; and Duncan, no longer forced to walk, simply slumped to his knees and leaned against the shoulder of the causeway. Niun heard his hollow cough and kicked him gently, reached down when that was not enough to rouse him, and caught his arm, pulling him up again.
There was work to be done, at least so far as they could try; and he was loath to have the ruin touched at all by tsi"mri hands, but he had not the strength alone. He drew the av-tlen av-tlen and pried loose the knots at Duncan"s wrists with its point, carefully unwound the thongs that were embedded in Duncan"s swollen flesh and looped the recovered leather through its ring on his own belts. and pried loose the knots at Duncan"s wrists with its point, carefully unwound the thongs that were embedded in Duncan"s swollen flesh and looped the recovered leather through its ring on his own belts.
Ducan, trying to work his hands to life, looked at the edun, and looked at him, a question. Niun jerked his head in response and Duncan comprehended and began to walk. They waded through rubble, stepped carefully among chunks of the walls that were cast down and shattered. Here had been simple fire, not the radiation that doubtless bathed the city and made the place uninhabitable. Niun pushed at a heap of rubble that blocked their way, and saw that beneath that pile of heavy stone and fine dust lay at least one of the Kel.
There was no use to move that ma.s.s, no hope of moving it entirely. Instead Niun took stones and began to heap them round the visible body like a cairn, and Duncan, seeing what he was about, began to gather up rocks of the proper size and pa.s.s them to him.
This offended him bitterly, that the human offered rather than suffered compulsion; but it was needed, and he would not suffer the human to touch the grave itself. And it occurred to him at the same moment that Duncan might well smash his skull with one of those self-same stones the moment he turned his back entirely, and that this might be what the human was preparing, so he kept from turning his head while he worked.
They finished, and from this place they went deeper into the ruin and into places dark and difficult, where heaps of rubble towered overhead and sifted dust and pebbles down-slope at them. And the core of all the deepest ruin was the Shrine that he had sought.
It was all too deeply buried.
If it had been possible, he would have sought out whatever relics he could carry and taken them away into the sanct.i.ty of Sil"athen, where his kinsmen also would have been buried; but perhaps humans would never be curious enough to desecrate this place with their machines, to sift out the debris and leavings of a species which no longer mattered in the universe.
And here the destruction reached that central citadel of himself that had yet to feel it; and he trembled and his senses almost left him. He reached out and sought support, and touched the wrong stone, bringing a slide that buried the place at their feet and brought a sift of powder down on them. The only thing he saw clearly was Duncan"s face, terror in his eyes as for an instant they seemed likely to go under the weight of rubble and earth; and then the sifting stopped and the place grew still.
A stone shifted somewhere, and another; there was another slide, and silence, the fall of a few pebbles.
And in that silence came a thin and distant cry.
Duncan heard it: if not for that confirming glance sideward, Niun would have thought it illusion. But it came from the direction that had been Kath, where the deepest storerooms were.
He turned and began to pick his way through the ruin, careful, careful with his life now, and that of her who had cried aloud, down in the dark.
"Melein!" he cried, and paused and listened, and that same thin sound returned to him.
He reached the place, estimating where it lay, and a wall had fallen there, and finer rubble atop it; but the steel regul-made doors had held.
Too well. They were barred by a weight that could not be moved, that they lacked tools to chip away and machines to lift. Niun tore his hands on it, and his muscles cracked, and Duncan added his force, but it would not slide; and at last they both sat down, gasping for air, coughing. Duncan"s nose started pouring blood again. He wiped it in a b.l.o.o.d.y smear and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.
"Is it," Duncan asked, "ventilated down there?"
It was not. It added a fear atop the others. "Melein," Niun called out. "Melein, do you hear?"
He heard some manner of answer, and it was a woman"s voice and a young voice, high and thin and clear: it was Melein. He reckoned it below them, and tried to figure the exact location of it, and marked with a heel a spot on the floor.
Then he wrenched a reinforcing rod from the ruin and began with careful chips to dig-no firing down into that sanctuary, no such recklessness. He dug with that and with his fingers, and Duncan saw what he was doing and helped him, alternating strokes that pounded deeper into the cubit-thick flooring, and now and again they paused to paw away the dust they had made. The sun grew hot, and the only sound now was the steady c.h.i.n.k of steel on the cemented earth, and he had heard no word from Melein in a very long time. He was tormented with fear, knowing how small the s.p.a.ce below was, how scant the air must be; and fear lest the gap they were making miss the small s.p.a.ce where she was sheltered; and fear lest the whole floor give way.
They broke through. Air flooded out of that blackness, stale and depleted and cold.
"Melein," he shouted down, and had no answer.
He began to work yet harder, ramming chips from the edges of the hole, widening it, admitting more and more air, sending a shaft of sunlight down into that place. They exposed steel rods, and worked in the other direction, where they could make a wider hole, and from time to time he would call down to her, and hear nothing.
It was at last a size to admit a body; and he considered it, and the human who would remain above, and how they were to get up again, and thought desperately of killing Duncan; but he could not come up with Melein in his arms, not so easily; and he was not sure whether the cloth of his robes could bear his weight, or what else might avail.
"I will go down," said Duncan, and opened a pocket and took out a length of cord, and from another a small light. He offered these precious things with a naive forthrightness that for a moment disarmed Niun.
"The drop," Niun said, inwardly shuddering at the thought of him near Melein, "is my height and half again." He did not add what revenge he would take if Duncan were careless, if he harmed Melein, if he could not recover her alive: these things were useless. He sat helpless and watched as Duncan worked his body-a little heavier than his-into that gap and dropped, with a heavy sound, into the dark.
Niun listened as he searched below, through things that rattled and moved, through the shifting of rock. He leaned close and tried to see the tiny glow of the light he held.
"I have found her," Duncan"s voice floated up out of that cold. And then: "She"s alive."
Niun wept, safe, where the human could not see him; and wiped his eyes and sat still, fists clenched on his knees. He knew that the human could claim her for hostage, could harm her, could exact revenge or some terrible oath of him; he had not thought through these things clearly, a measure of his exhaustion and his desperation to reach her in time; but now he thought, and poised himself on the edge of the pit, to go down.
"Mri! Niun!" Duncan stood in the light with a pale burden in his arms, a gold bundle of robes that lay still against him. "Let down the cord. I will try to guide her up."
Even while he watched, Melein stirred, and moved, and her eyes opened on the light in which he above could be only a shadow.
"Melein," he called down. "Melein, we will pull you up. This is a human, Melein, but do not fear him."
She struggled when she heard that, and Duncan set her feet on the floor. Niun saw her look at his face in the dim light and draw back in horror.
But she suffered him then to put his hands on her waist, and to lift her up, by far the easiest and least hurtful way for her: but she could not lift her hands to reach Niun"s, and protested pain-she once kel"e"en. "Wait," Niun objected, and with a turn of cord and a knot fashioned a sling and cast it down. He wrapped it about hand and arm and took the weight carefully as she settled in the sling he had made: Duncan helped lift, but for a time the thin, cutting cord and an upward pull bit into Niun"s hands. He tried not to rake her against the jagged opening, pulled ever so carefully, and braced his feet and ignored the pain of his hands. She came through and levered herself out onto the sunlit dust, tried to rise: he had her, he had her safe; and he hugged her to her feet and held to her as he had held to no living being since childhood, they both entangled in the cord. He brushed dust and tears from her face, she still gasping in the outside air.
"The ship is destroyed," he said, to have all the cruelty done with while wounds were still numb. "Everyone else is dead, unless there is someone else alive down there."
"No. None. They had no time. They were too old to run-they would not-they sat still, with the she"pan. Then the House-"
She began to shake as if in the grip of a great cold; but she was once of the Kel, and she did not break. She controlled herself, and after a moment began to disentangle them both from the cord.
"None," he said, to be sure she understood it all, "could have possibly survived on the ship."
She sat down on the edge of the section of wall that blocked the doors, and smoothed back her mane with one hand, her head bowed. She found her torn scarf at her shoulder and smoothed it and carefully covered her head with that light, gauze veil. She was quiet for a time, her head still turned from him.
At last she straightened her shoulders, and pointed over to the hole in the rubble, where Duncan waited. "And what is he?" she asked.
He shrugged. "No matter to us. A human. A regul guest. They tried to kill him when we met; then-" The surmise that it was this, partly his own action, which had killed the People and left them orphan, was too terrible to speak. His voice trailed off, and Melein arose and walked from him, to look at the ruin, her back to him, her hands limp at her sides. The sight of her despair was like a wound to him.
"Melein," he said to her. "Melein, what am I to do?"
She turned to him, gave a tiny, helpless gesture. "I am nothing."
"What am I to do?" he insisted.
Sen and Kel: Sen must lead; but she had become more than Sen, and that was the heaviness on her, which he saw she did not want, which she had to bear. He stood waiting. At last she shut her eyes and opened them again.
"Enemies will come here," she said, beginning clearly to function as she had been prepared for years to function, to command and to plan: she a.s.sumed what she must a.s.sume, she"pan of the People, who had no people. "Find us what we need for the hills; and we will camp there tonight. Give me tonight, truebrother-I must not call you that; but tonight, that only, and I will think what is best for us to do."
"Rest," he urged her. "I will do that." And when he had seen her seated and out of the direct sun, he bent down over the hole and cast the cord down. "Duncan."
The human"s white face appeared in the center of the light, anxious and frightened. "Lift me up," he said, laying hand on the cord, which Niun refused to give solidity. "Mri, I have helped you. Now lift me out of here."
"Search for the things I name and I will draw them up by the cord. And after that I will draw you up."
Duncan hesitated there, as if he thought that, like humans, a mri would lie. But he agreed then, and sought with his tiny light until he had found all the things that Niun then requested of him. He tied each small bundle on the cord for Niun to draw up: food, and water flasks, and cording and four bolts of unsewn black cloth, for they could not reach better without delaying to pierce a new opening, and Duncan avowed he did not think it safe. A last time the cord came up, with a bolt of cloth; and a last tune he cast it down, this time for Duncan, and braced it about his body and his arm.
It was not so hard as with Melein"s uncooperating weight: he leaned and braced his feet, and Duncan hauled himself up-gained the lip of the hole and heaved himself to safety, panting, bent double, coughing and trying to stop the bleeding. The coughing went on and on, and Melein came from her place of rest to look down on the human in mingled disgust and pity.
"It is the air," Niun said. "He has been running, and he is not acclimated to Kesrith."
"Is he a manner of kel"en?" asked Melein.
"Yes," Niun said. "But he does not offer any threat. The regul hunted him; likely now they would cease to care- unless this man"s superior is alive. What shall we do with him?"
Duncan seemed to know they spoke of him; perhaps he knew a few words of the language of the People, but they spoke the High Language, and surely he could not follow that.
Melein shrugged, turned her head from him. "As you please. We will go now."
And she began, slowly, to walk through the ruin, picking her way with care, "Duncan," said Niun, "pick up the supplies and come."
The human looked outrage at him, as if minded to dispute this as a matter of dignity; and Niun expected it, waited for it. But then Duncan knelt down and made a bundle of the goods with the cord, heaving it to his shoulder as he arose.
Ninun indicated that he should go, and the human carried the burden where Niun aimed him, his footsteps weaving and uncertain in the wake of Melein.
No firing had touched the hills. They came into a sheltered place that was as it had been before the attack, before the discords of regul or mri or humans-a shelter safe from airships, withdrawn as it was beneath a sandstone ledge.
With a great sigh Melein sank down on the sand in that cold shadow, and bent, her head against her knees, as if this had been all that she could do, the last step that she could take. She was hurt. Niun had watched her walk and knew that she was in great pain, that he thought was in her side and not her limbs. When she was content to stop, he took the supplies from Duncan, and made haste to spread a cloth for a groundsheet and a cover for Melein. He gave her drink and a bit of dried meat; and watched, sitting on his heels, as she drank and ate, and leaned against the bare rock to rest "May I drink?"
The human"s quiet request reminded him he had another charge on him; and he measured out a capful of water and pa.s.sed it to Duncan"s shaking hands.
"Tomorrow maybe," said Niun, "we will tap a luin and have water enough to drink." He considered the human, who drank at the water drop by drop, a haggard and filthy creature who by appearances ought not to have survived so far. It was not likely that he could survive much farther as he was. He stank, sweat and sulphur compounded with human. Niun found himself hardly cleaner.
"Can you?" he said to Melein, almost having fogotten that her personal name was not for him to speak freely now. He offered her his pistol. "Can you stay awake long enough to watch this human a time?"
"I am well enough," she said, and drew up one knee and rested wrist and pistol on it in an att.i.tude more kel"e"en than she"pan. By caste, she should not touch weapons; but many things ought to be different, and could not be.
He left them so, and went out of sight of the ledge, and stripped and bathed, as mri on dry worlds did, in the dry sand, even to his mane, which when he shook the sand out recovered its glossy feel quickly enough. He felt better when he had done this, and he dressed again, and began to retrace his steps toward the cave.
A heavy body moved behind him, an explosive breath and plaintive sound: dus. He turned carefully, for he had left his gun with Melein, and nothing else could give a ha-dus pause.
It was the miuk"ko miuk"ko, gaunt, forlorn, scab-hided. But the face was dry and it shambled forward with careless abandon.