"Unnecessary, yes." He lifted a hand and wiped perspiration from his upper lip, gazed up at Degas, who backed off from him him a few paces. a few paces.
"You do not counsel this," Degas said.
"No. It"s possible to deal with the regul. I know this; I would never say otherwise. It is possible to deal with them. But dangerous . . . dangerous under present conditions."
"Do you really understand the situation, doctor? Certain interests are pro-mri. Why they have taken this position . . . leave that to them to answer. It is a very dangerous position. The mission onworld, the personnel on that mission the mission leader, your own Dr. Boaz, if you will forgive me, who is with them . . . are predisposed to find the mri nonaggressive, to counsel us into an approach to them. Regul do not threaten us; regul regul are not an aggressive species. Regul don"t pose the primary threat. Do you agree; they don"t pose the primary threat? are not an aggressive species. Regul don"t pose the primary threat. Do you agree; they don"t pose the primary threat?
"We"re in a dangerous position here. You yourself said "
"But the ma.s.s of mankind, back home ... a threat to them?"
"No. No danger from regul. No possible danger."
"Do you see what these well-meaning influences would have you do? And what the result will be? From which species is the real threat of conflict, doctor?"
"I see what you"re saying. But "
"Application of humanitarian principles. But Cultures above all ought to see through our moralistic impulses. We"re talking about a species of killers, Dr. Averson, a species that lives by killing, parasites on the wars of any available power, who cultivate wars as regul cultivate trade. We may lose the regul here. And save what we"ll regret. You understand me?"
"I suggest, Dr. Averson, that these are points worth considering. That reports you make should be carefully considered for effect on policy at high levels. We have new data from the surface, a disturbing resurgence in the destroyed sites. The mri do not offer to contact us. So we send a peace mission stirring into the ruins. We have allies taking on independent operations thanks to these changes in our policy and the killing of their leader by a mri agent. . . . You can"t interpret their intention ... or won"t. How do we proceed? Do you have answers? Or do we let the situation go others" way?"
Averson sat and sweated and slowly, after considering, wadded up the envelope in his hand, put it into his pocket under Degas"s stare. "You found life in the old sites and the mission went anyway."
"We learned it this morning. We don"t have direct contact with the mission . . . can"t reach them without endangering everything."
"Can"t call them back?"
"Officially," Degas said in a low voice, leaning close to touch a finger before him, "not without blowing what we"re doing wide open to the regul, among other things. And how do regul take that? What reaction could we antic.i.p.ate? You should appreciate the significance of your own reports, doctor. They set directions. You should understand that."
"I do not intend to set directions."
"You"re in that position. What do you say about the regul? I should have hoped your peculiar insights into their culture would have balanced . . . other interests in Cultures. What do you say?"
"We should not lose them, no. We should not let that happen."
"Make it clear, then." Degas leaned there with both hands. "We have dissenting views. We need this in writing, in recommendations with practical application, or we slip toward another line of policy. We"re sitting up here blind, over active weapons. We"re protecting mri at the expense of all we"ve gained by the treaties. We"re alienating a species from whom the gains could be enormous. I suggest, Dr. Averson, that you and I have a long conference on these matters."
"I will-talk about it."
"Now," Degas said.
Chapter Eleven.
Someone stirred close by; Niun drew a sudden breath, lifted his head, remembering Duncan with slight panic. ... He looked toward him and found him sleeping.
Kel Ras was sitting on her heels just the other side of him, veiled, staring at him in the shadow, leaning on the sword which rested across her knees. "They are out there," she said. "Kel"anth, I really think you should come and see."
The Kel had begun to rouse at the whispering. Hlil was there, and Seras and Desai and Merin, the youth Taz, Dias, others. A chill came over him, a profound sense of loneliness. He gazed down at Duncan, who remained oblivious to what pa.s.sed, quietly disengaged himself from the dusei, a separation which had its own feeling of chill, physical and mental.
Whatever befell, they might leave Duncan in peace, at least until he was stronger; he was kel"en and some ja"anom might take that as a matter of honor. For himself and Melein. . . .
He gathered himself to his feet, shook off the concern that urged at him, bent again to gather up his sword and slung it to his shoulder. He walked outside into the beginnings of dawn, with Ras and Hlil and Desai close to him.
"Has anyone advised the she"pan?" he asked, and when no one answered he sent Desai with a gesture in that direction. It was necessary to think of no more concerns, to settle his mind for what had to be met and what had to be done. He had no feeling of comrades at his side, rather that of witnesses at his back, and the loneliness persisted.
There was no possibility yet of seeing clearly what had come. Halflight tricked the eye, made the land out to be flat when it was not. A thousand enemies could be hidden in that gentle rolling of the sands. They walked out to the rear of Kel, and Ras lifted her arm silently toward the northeast, where a faint hint of rocks marred the smoothness of the land.
No one was in sight now, and that was perhaps another of the land"s illusions.
Kel"ein joined them out of Kath, rousing out in some haste; and kath"ein came in haste with bowls of offering to the Kel. The Word had spread through all the camp by now; sen"ein came, but the children were held in Kath, concealed.
A kath"en he knew brought a bowl to him, offered; he recalled another morning, when there had been the illusion of safety, and love with this gentle, plain-faced kath"en. "Anaras," he murmured her name, and took the bowl from her hands, ate a very little, gave it back, lonelier than before. He was afraid; it was not an accustomed sensation.
The kath"en withdrew; all that caste did, having no place in what might come. Sen remained, and turning, he saw Melein"s pale figure among them, caught her eye. She had no word for him, only a nod of affirmation, a beckoned permission. He went to her and she touched lips to his brow, received his loss in return; and from that dismissal he went out, past the tents, with all the Kel at his back.
They stopped after a s.p.a.ce; and he walked as far again alone, stopped on the verge of a long slope, facing the open and seemingly empty land. It was cold in the wind, which swept nnhin- nnhin-dered across the land.
He had not been wise, after running so long, not to have spent all the night before in the indulgence of his own needs, forgetting Duncan; but he could not have done so, could not have rested went at least with clear conscience for the things that he had done. He veiled himself, as one must facing strangers, as all the Kel was veiled. He put aside Niun s"lntel, slipped from himself into the Law, into the she"pan"s hands, and the tribe"s, and the G.o.ds". He waited.
The city depressed, the crumbling aisles of stone, the sad corpses, the alleys resounding to their footsteps and the rasp of the breathers, the whisper of the wind. Galey kept an eye to the buildings, the hollow sh.e.l.ls which seemed long untouched by any living. It was such a place and such an hour as made him glad of the weapon under his hand and several armed companions about him, Boaz the only one of them who carried no weapon.
It was at once relief and discouragement, that there was no stir from the place, neither the attack they had dreaded nor the approach they had hoped. Nothing. Wind and sand and sh.e.l.ls of ruins.
And the dead.
There were only kel"ein corpses at the first, black-robed; then others, gold-robes and blue, and children. The blues were without exception women and children, and babes in arms. Boaz stood over a cl.u.s.ter of sad husks and shook her head and swore. Shibo touched at a kel"en"s body with his foot, not roughly, but in distaste.
"There"s nothing alive here," Boaz said. She was hard-breathing despite the mask, overburdened with the equipment and her own weight; she hitched the breather tank to another place on her shoulder and drew a gasping breath. "I think they"d have buried them if they could have."
"But it was inhabited," Galey said. "Duncan maintained the cities were empty." The suspicion that in other particulars Dun-can"s data might have inaccuracies in it ... filled him with a whole array of apprehensions, a cowardice that wanted to go running back to the ship, pull offworld and declare failure, so that guns could blast at each other at a distance where humans had advantage. Another part of him said no ... looked at dead civs and children and turned sick inside. Kadarin, Lane, Shibo . . . what they felt he had no idea but he suspected it was something the same.
"Isn"t saying," Boaz said, walking farther among the dead, "that the city was inhabited. Just that people were killed here. Children were killed here. Duncan"s mri. I think we"ve found them . . . just the way he said. He talked about dead cities; he"d seen one, been there . . . with the mri. He talked about a woman who died; and the children . . . he"d seen that too."
"He talked about machines," said the tech Lane, a young man, and worried-looking. "Live ones."
"I don"t doubt," said Boaz, "well find that here too." She paused again in the crossing of two alleys, with the sand skirling about her feet, looked about her, looked back, made a gesture indicating the way she wanted them to go.
"Come on," Galey said to the others, who from time to time laid nervous hands on their weapons as they pa.s.sed the darkened entries, the alien geometries of arches which led into ruin, or nowhere. Walk like mri, Walk like mri, Boaz had advised them. Boaz had advised them. Keep your hands away from guns. Keep your hands away from guns. It was not easy, to trust to that in such a place. It was not easy, to trust to that in such a place.
A black line materialized out of the slow swell of the land opposite their own, grew distinct, stopped. Niun stood still, his legs numb with fatigue, waiting, silent declaration of the resolution of the ja"anom. The enemy had come, waited now for bright day. Sun-born, legend said of the People; the hao"nath had not chosen to move upon them by night. Neither would he, given choice. To face an enemy of one"s own inclinations . . . had an eerie, homely feeling about it.
Dus-sense played at the back of his mind. The beast was quiet, far from him . . . would stay there. It had an instinct that would not intrude on a fight on equal terms, like mri, who would not attack in ma.s.ses. It knew. It drank in the whole essence of the camp and gave it to him, drank in the presence of the enemy and fed him that too, threads complex and indefinable, a second dimension of their reality, so that the world seemed the same when it stopped, only faded somewhat, less intense, less bright.
He banished it, wishing his mind to himself.
The light grew, colors became fully distinct. In the east the sun blazed full. And with it other shapes took form, a new line of kel"ein, separate from the others, and apart from them. Niun"s heart skipped a beat in alarm. Had it been his native Kel at his back he might have turned, might have betrayed some emotion; they were not, and he did not. He moved his eyes slowly, and saw with a slight turning of his head that there were yet others, a third Kel ranged to the south.
They had been herded. Runners must have gone, signals pa.s.sed, messages exchanged among she"panei. Three tribes were set against them. Three kel"anthein ... to challenge.
One by one or all at once; he had his option. He saw the trap, and the warmth drained from his limbs as he thought on Melein, who would die when he fell ... flooded back again with anger when he thought of all that had been sacrificed to bring them this far, and to lose ... to lose now A figure separated from the others before him; he knew the beginning of it then; the hao"nath came first. Another began to come out from among the tribe to the east; and another separated himself in the south. He detached his mind, drew quiet breaths, began to prepare himself.
Suddenly a line appeared at the extreme south; and another figure moved forward ... a fourth tribe; and another at north northeast, a fifth.
They knew ... all knew . . . that strangers had come among them, and where those strangers might be found. Niun felt again the p.r.i.c.kling touch of his dus, the beast growing alarmed, full of blood-feelings.
No, he sent it furiously. He detached his sword, the av-kel, av-kel, and held it in his hands crosswise, plain warning to those who came toward him from five directions . . . perhaps more still; he did not turn his head and utterly abandon his dignity. If they came also at his back, they must at least do him the grace of moving around to face him. Heat suffused his face, that he had let this happen and not know it; that he had run so blindly with dusei warning him persistently of outlying presence, that Dun-can in his ravings had felt it, and he had not conceived the truth. and held it in his hands crosswise, plain warning to those who came toward him from five directions . . . perhaps more still; he did not turn his head and utterly abandon his dignity. If they came also at his back, they must at least do him the grace of moving around to face him. Heat suffused his face, that he had let this happen and not know it; that he had run so blindly with dusei warning him persistently of outlying presence, that Dun-can in his ravings had felt it, and he had not conceived the truth.
That his own kind did this to him, repudiating all that he was, all that they had come to offer, blind to all but difference. . . . There was no talking with them under these circ.u.mstances; they could read well enough that the kel"anth of this Kel stood by himself, that not a person at his back would move to a.s.sist him.
He could see all the five at once now; tribal names, he thought, that he should have known, were he mri of this world. . . . Black-veiled, glittering with Honors which meant lives and challenges . . . they preserved decent interval from each other, separate in tribe, neither crossing the other"s s.p.a.ce. Perhaps they bore instructions from their she"panei already, as he did from Melein; that would shorten matters. They risked much, all of them; absorption ... for what tribes he took before dying himself, the kel"anth who killed him would possess, and those she"panei die ... a measure of their desperation and their outrage, that they combined to take such risk.
Near enough now for hailing. He did not, nor go out to them; it was his option to stand still, and he had had enough of walking these last days. His back felt naked enough without separating himself so far from his own tents.
There was movement behind him. It startled him . . . one shameful instant he tensed, thinking of ultimate treachery, tsi"mri, un-mri; steps approached him, solitary. Duncan, Duncan, he thought, his heart pounding with despair ... he turned his head slightly as kel"en came to stand by him on his left. he thought, his heart pounding with despair ... he turned his head slightly as kel"en came to stand by him on his left.
Hlil. The shock of it destroyed his self-possession; the membrane flicked when Hlil looked at him straightly; and beyond Hlil, Seras came . . . too old, Niun thought anxiously; a Master of weapons, but too old for this. It was an act of courage more than of help to him. Steps stirred the sand on his right, and he looked that way . . . saw to his shock that it was Has, her eyes cold as ever; suicidal, he reckoned. They were four now. Suddenly there was another, their fifth; kel Merin of the Husbands, whom he hardly knew.
That changed the complexion of the matter. He turned again toward the five who came to challenge, his heart beating faster and faster, from wild surmises that this was somehow a trap, arranged, between his own and them; to surmises that for some mad reason these kel"ein came to defend his hold on the ja"anom. He could challenge all at once, take the strongest himself, use these four at least as a delay until he could turn his hand to the next.
They would die doing that; there was no sane reason for them to preserve the ja"anom for his possession.
The five halted before them, individually.
"Kel"anth of the ja"anomr the central one shouted. "We are the ja"ari, the ka"anomin, the patha, the mari, the hao"nath! I am kel"anth Tian sTEdri Des-Paran, daithenon, of she"pan Edri of the ja"ari. We hear reports of landings; and I ask; does the kel"anth of the ja"anom have an answer?"
"Kel"anth of the ja"anoml" shouted the one farthest right. "I am kel"anth Rhian s"Tafa Mar-Eddin, daithenon, of the she"pan Tafa of the hao"nath. And my question you well know."
There was silence after. They had spoken in the hal"ari, not the mu"ara of tribes; and that the kel"anth of the hao"nath was alive to protest in person . . . here was a stubborn man.
"Kel"anthein! I am kel"anth Niun s"lntel Zain-Abrin, daithenon, of she"pan Melein of the ja"anom and of all the People." He drew in a second great breath, clenched the sword tightly hi his fists. "I am kel"anth of the Voyagers, of those who went out from the world, heir of An-ehon and LeVhaen, of Zohain and Tho"e"i-shai; kel"anth of the Kel of the People, Hand of the she"pan of the Mysteries; for she"pan Melein I took the ja"anom, and in her name I defend it if challenged, or challenge if she so decides. The path we take is our path, and I defend her right to walk it. Be warned!"
They stood still a moment. Somewhere the dus stirred, troubling, and he willed it silent.
A rustling of cloth and steps approached behind him, a breath of holy incense, a wisp of white robes in the corner of his eye that he dared not turn from his enemies.
Melein.
"Kel"anth of the ja"anom!" shouted Rhian of the hao"nath. "Ask your she"pan for a message and we will bear it."
Any word of enemies must, by custom, pa.s.s through him. "Tell them," Melein shouted back in her own voice. "Call your she"panei here. Call them here." here."
More dead lay in the great square, corpses becoming barriers to sand which drifted in waves across the pavings, the scale of everything reduced by the great edun which towered even in ruin. "Straight through the center," Galey said in a low voice, and led the way for them. Boaz insisted it was the sane thing, that mri would not attack from ambush if the approach were direct; she had that information from Duncan.
Forty years humans had been fighting mri, and all experience denied that theory; mri had fired from ambush; had done precisely the realization hit him with sudden irony what humans had done. No human had ever walked plainly up to mri. He recalled stories of mri who had advanced alone against humans, berserkers, shot to rags. Of a sudden things fit, and sickened him.
And the dead . . . everywhere alien; but dead infants were tragedy in any reckoning. Here a woman had fallen, her arms spread wide to shield a trio of children, covering them with her robes as if that could save them; here one of the warriors had died, bearing a blue-clad infant in his arms; or a pair of the gold-robes, embraced and tucked up still sitting, as if the flight had become too much for them and they had resigned themselves to die; an older child, whose mummified body preserved the gesture of an outstretched hand, across the sandy stones, reaching toward what might have been its mother.
Alien, and not. Regul had killed them; or perhaps he had. It was Haven, and Kiluwa, and Asgard, and Talos, and all the evils they had done to each other. It was world"s end, and earnestly he wished for some stir of life within these ruins, some relief from such things.
The steps hove up before them; he kept walking, hands at his side, toward the dark inside. He knew of edunei, these places that served mri for fortresses and what else no one knew. Shrines. Holy places. Homes. No one understood. Forty years and no one understood. Forty years and no one had understood that the warrior Kel was not the whole of the mri culture; no one had known that there was Kath or Sen, that two-thirds of the mri population were strictly noncombatant.
The place afflicted all of them. From time to time the regs had stared at some sight worse than the others, stared longer than they might from curiosity, shook their heads. They were bom to the war; anyone under forty could say that, but this was not a thing they had had to see first hand.
No one spoke. Boaz paused at the top of the steps to take a picture of the way they had come, of the square with its dead. Then the dark of the interior took them in, and their footsteps and the suck and hiss of the breathers echoed in great depth.
Galey took his torch in hand and switched it on, played it over the rubble which blocked most of the accesses to the towers. "Hey!" he shouted, trying the direct approach to the uttermost; and winced at the echoes.
"Left tower," Boaz said.
"Place is like to fall in on us," Galey objected, but he went, the others with them, into the left-hand access, up a spiraling pa.s.sage dark before their light and dark after, a place for ambushes if any existed anywhere in the city.
Light shone at the top; the great room there had a split wall; and beyond, through another doorway he walked in that direction, to antic.i.p.ate Boaz, who was sure to go without their protection. His heart beat fearfully as he saw the rows of machines. He had seen the like before, on Kesrith.
"Shrine," he said aloud.
Boaz paused in the doorway and looked back at him, advanced again carefully. The whole center of the floor was gone, a pile of rubble and twisted steel.
And lights burned on the panels, far into the dark.
"Don"t touch anything," Lane said. The tech pushed himself to the fore, looked about him, pulled Shibo and Kadarin aside from a circle marked on the flooring. Galey"s own foot had crossed that line. He took it back.
"Weapons," Lane said, "very likely controlled from here."
And the last word was choked into hush, for there was a gleam of light from above, the circle suddenly drowned in glare.
"An-hi?" a mechanical voice thundered. Boaz shook her head in panic, denying understanding; it asked again, more complexly, and again and again and again. a mechanical voice thundered. Boaz shook her head in panic, denying understanding; it asked again, more complexly, and again and again and again.
Weapons, Galey thought in sick terror. Galey thought in sick terror. O G.o.d, the skips up there . . . We"ve triggered it. O G.o.d, the skips up there . . . We"ve triggered it.
Lane moved, thrust himself into the circle, into the light that bathed him in white unreality. He looked up at the source of it, at screens that flared with mri writings.
"Hne"mH" he cried at it; he cried at it; Friend! Friend! It was one of the only words they knew. It was one of the only words they knew.
It hurled words back, complex and then simple, repeating, repeating, repeating.
And struck. Lane sprawled, still, glaze-eyed from the instant he hit the floor. "No fire!" Galey cried, seeing a gun in Shibo"s hand. Every board was alight, the screens alive, the light flaring blue. Boaz reached for Lane"s outflung hand . . . changed her mind and drew back; all of them froze. Galey shifted a glance toward the door, to Shibo and Kadarin, whose faces were stark with fright, to Boaz, whose face was fixed toward the machine, the white light turning her to shadow and silver to Lane, who was quite, quite dead.
Eventually there was silence again. The light faded. Galey chanced a quick move, herding the two men, dragging at Boaz. They all ran, into the sunlight of the room outside, with the machine flaring to life again, thundering its questions.
"Go," he urged them. "Get out of here." He hastened them to the access, down, into the lower hall. They pelted across it, a flight close to panic; he seized at Kadarin and stopped when they reached the open air, listening.
There was only the sunlight and the square, unchanged. They stood there, their breaths hissing into the breathers, their eyes mutually distraught "We couldn"t help him," Galey said. "There"s nothing to be done for him. We get out of this we come back for him."