"He speaks weD," said one of the out-tribesmen, settling near. "It is remarkable."
Others behind him nodded, and one laughed a breath. "This is a wonder," that one said, "to sit and talk with a tsi"mri."
The word, Duncan reflected placidly, studying his hands in his lap, also applied to the dusei.
"He is mannered," another said.
The old kel"e"en reached and touched at his sleeve. "Veil, kel"en. The air does you harm; there is courtesy and there is stupidity."
He inclined his head in thanks and did so, headcloth and twice-lapped veil.
And now and again in the silence which followed, he glanced in the direction of the she"pan"s tent, for one by one the standing kel"ein settled; he was anxious, for himself and for what manner of maneuvering might have encompa.s.sed Niun as well and for what pa.s.sed in Council among those who had power ... all that he had tried to do, all that he had paid his life for, and now he could not even merit to sit at the door to hear judgment pa.s.sed on his offering to them. He sat, in their long silence, and fretted, aware finally of another presence responding to his distress.
It came padding across the sand toward them, his dus, anxious and hasty. He felt it; and it sensed hostility, and its presence loomed dark and ominous.
He glanced about him with a gesture of appeal, to ja"anom and to the others. "Do not hate," he wished them.
That was like asking the wind to stop; but heads nodded after a moment The dus came, worked quietly among them, wended its stubborn way to his back, dislodging Ras a little s.p.a.ce. He cherished that warmth against him where Ras had been. And in the long silence that followed that shifting about, he drew from his belt the weighted cords, the kaislai, kaislai, and began to knot them in the star-mandala. and began to knot them in the star-mandala.
It was the islan islan of Pattern, which imposed order on confusion. It was the most complex he knew, which in his learning fingers would take long to complete. of Pattern, which imposed order on confusion. It was the most complex he knew, which in his learning fingers would take long to complete.
He was, after a dogged fashion, committing an insolence. He was better in the islai islai than some who had the kel-scars; he had had long practice, on the ship, in idleness. He meant to defy them, for all it was unwise. He did not even look up . . . feeling their eyes on him, who aped their ways; felt a grating at his nerves, the shifting of his dus. Ras had her hand on it, which few dared. than some who had the kel-scars; he had had long practice, on the ship, in idleness. He meant to defy them, for all it was unwise. He did not even look up . . . feeling their eyes on him, who aped their ways; felt a grating at his nerves, the shifting of his dus. Ras had her hand on it, which few dared.
He kept his mind to his pattern, refusing to be distracted even by that.
"Kel"en," said Peras. "Air"
"Council deliberations can be quite tedious. Do you play shonai?" shonai?"
His heart began to beat rapidly. The Game of the People was one thing played among friends; he thought were Niun at hand to hear that he would be on his feet in outrage. He carefully stripped out the complex knots and looped the ka"islai ka"islai again to his belt. "I am mri," he said softly, "for all you protest it. Yes, I play the Game." again to his belt. "I am mri," he said softly, "for all you protest it. Yes, I play the Game."
There were soft hisses, reaction to his almost-insolence. Old Peras took from his belt the as-ei, as-ei, the palm-blades. "I will play partner to kel Duncan," Peras said. In the Game, Niun had taught him, one"s life relied on seating. When strong player sat opposite weak or when grudges and alliances seated themselves out of balance in the circle, someone could die. There was only the partnering of the players at one"s elbows to counsel an enemy across the circle not to throw foul. Strong beside weak was a protection, if weak were wise where he sent his own casts. the palm-blades. "I will play partner to kel Duncan," Peras said. In the Game, Niun had taught him, one"s life relied on seating. When strong player sat opposite weak or when grudges and alliances seated themselves out of balance in the circle, someone could die. There was only the partnering of the players at one"s elbows to counsel an enemy across the circle not to throw foul. Strong beside weak was a protection, if weak were wise where he sent his own casts.
He had learned paired, only the Game of Two, patternless save for the pattern of the throws themselves, high and low.
They began to form a circle of six, with the others to witness. Duncan took comfort, for it was gentle Dias, Peras"s truemate, who took the place opposing him in the circle, and those who flanked her were young, lesser in skill than some. But then kel Ras bent down and touched the sleeve of Dias. Some words pa.s.sed in low voices and short dispute, and Ras, of the second rank of the Kel, replaced kel Dias of the fourth, facing him him and Peras. and Peras.
And suddenly Duncan minded himself what Niun had always told him of death by stupidity.
They would kill him if they wished. He suddenly realized that he did not know the limits of his skill. He had played only Niun, and Niun was his friend.
Ras . . . was no one"s. At Duncan"s left there was another subst.i.tution, an old kel"en, on whom the scars were well-weathered.
The dus drew back a little, rested head on paws, puffed slightly and followed all this insanity with darting moves of its eyes.
The Game; it was a means of pa.s.sing time, as Feras had said. An amus.e.m.e.nt.
But the Kel amused themselves with blades, and amus.e.m.e.nts were sometimes even unintended to the death.
They gave their names, those Duncan did not know well; one did not play with strangers save in challenge. Duncan dropped his veil, for it was no friendly act to play veiled. There was hazard enough without that.
Kel Peras began, being eldest. . . threw to Ras. Hands struck thighs, the rhythm of the Game; and on the name-beat of the unspoken rhyme, the blades spun across the circle again.
They played about him, from man to man and woman to man and youth to youth, back and forth, weaving patterns which became established, excluding him, a Game of Five, oddly seated. Mri fingers, slim and golden and marginally quicker than human, s.n.a.t.c.hed spinning steel from the air and hurled it on at the next name-beat At no time did he relax, knowing that the rhythm could increase in tempo and that some impulse might send the blades spinning his way, from the youths, from Ras, any of those three.
Suddenly he had warning, a flicker of the membrane as Ras stared at him. Next time; he nodded, almost unnerved by her warning, whether courtesy or reflex.
The blades spun to her, shining in the sun, and she s.n.a.t.c.hed them, waited the beat and hurled them at the steady time of the Game, no deception or change of pace.
He made the catch, hurled them left of her in his time, to a young kel"en. Now a new lacery began, which wove itself star-patterned like the islan, islan, the mandala of the Game, the Game of Six, as each Game was different by every factor in it the mandala of the Game, the Game of Six, as each Game was different by every factor in it The pattern varied, and beside him kel Peras laughed, catching the treachery of Has; the bkdes, missed, might have killed; Ras" eyes danced with amber merriment, and the blades came back to her, cunningly thrown, low-and-high. She cast them again to Peras, left-slant; he threw to her, again left; back to elder Da"on, right; and he threw to young Eran and he to young Sethan.
Tempo altered, making again a safer rhythm, the moment"s sport among Masters tamed again, beating slower for lesser players.
It came back, from Ras to himself; he caught, and threw to the youngest, Sethan, tacit recognition of his status.
It returned, evenly paced; he cast back; it went to Da"on on bis left, to Ras, to Peras And stopped, Peras signaling halt. The rhythm of the hands ceased. Duncan drew a great breath, suddenly coughed from the chill air and realized that that reflex a moment ago might have killed him.
"Veil," Da"on advised him. He did so, holding the cloth to his mouth and nose until the chill left his lungs. The dus edged up to him, settled against his back, offering him its warmth.
"An unscarred," said Da"on, "should never play the Six."
"No, kel"en," he agreed. "But when a scarred asks, an unscarred obeys."
Breaths hissed softly between teeth. Heads nodded.
"You play the Game," Peras said, "in all senses. That is well, human kel"en."
He leaned against the dus, caressed its neck, for his heart was still pounding and the dus shivered in reaction.
The tent flap stirred. Another kel"en came out and sat down on the sand, out of the wind. He looked up and two more followed, and four and three, not all of their own Kel. The black a.s.sembly widened, veils dropped, so that he felt he should take his own down, and did so, trying to breathe carefully.
He must not be afraid. The dus would catch it up and cast it to them. He must not be angry. The dus would rouse and they would sense that too. The mri of Kutath could not veil their emotions, not generally. He received a touch of resentment, and some rare things warmer, pure curiosity. It was not attack, not yet. He soothed the dus with his touch, himself master of it and not the other way about, making it feel what he wished it to feel quiet, quiet Shon"ai, the mri of Kesrith said; the Game-throw is made. the mri of Kesrith said; the Game-throw is made.
No calling it back, no mending it now.
Shon"ai; it is cast! it is cast!
Throw your Me, kel"en; and deserve to live, for joy of lie Game.
They had been there all along, and more came now, until all in the kel-tents must be there, and he was the center of it.
"Tell us," said Peras, "kere-who-has-shared-in-Kath, make us all to understand this thing of ships and enemies."
He cast an anguished glance toward the she"pan"s tent, hoping against hope to see Niun and the others, some indication even that the Council might be near an end, that he might delay. It was a vain hope.
"Shall an unscarred of this Kel know more," asked Peras, "than the seniors of it, who sit in Council? Things are out of balance here, young kel"en of the ja"aom. That is one disease here. Remedy it"
"I am from the other side of a Dark," he protested, "and I am forbidden to remember."
"So is this brother I have gained for my brother," said Ras in a harsh voice, "who calls you brother to him. We are by that. . . kin, kin, are we not? Answer. We kel"ein, are we not the Face that Looks Outward? Our eyes are used to the Dark. And the trouble has come here, to us, has it not, tsi"mri brother? Has the she"pan silenced you on that matter or is it for your own sake you keep your secrets, ai? What arrangement did you and my brother-by-death have, that he knew where to find you?" are we not? Answer. We kel"ein, are we not the Face that Looks Outward? Our eyes are used to the Dark. And the trouble has come here, to us, has it not, tsi"mri brother? Has the she"pan silenced you on that matter or is it for your own sake you keep your secrets, ai? What arrangement did you and my brother-by-death have, that he knew where to find you?"
A muscle jerked in his face. He fought for control. "Hlil arranged this."
"Hlil would not," she said. "I. My kindred. I ask."
He gazed at her, kel"e"en of the second rank; daithe, kin of the kst kel"anth and blood-tied to no knowing how many kindreds, A chill settled into him.
"I hear you," he said, understanding. He bowed his head then, soothing the restive dus with the touch of his fingers . . . felt her touch against the other side of it, so that the animal shivered.
It was a mutual trap, that contact. There were no lies possible, no half-truths. He laid his hand firmly against the beast And yielded, point by point.
Chapter Fourteen.
"There have been arguments," the she"pan conceded, facing the Council. Niun sat nearest her, cross-legged on the mats, no Husband, but the she"pan"s own kel"en, and kel"anth at once, doubly owning that place of honor. The Husbands of the ja"anom sat ranged nearest, and the several highest of the five tribes settled by them, a black ma.s.s. The ja"anom kath"anth was there, Anthil; and the whole ja"anom Sen, in a golden ma.s.s, beneath the lamps which they used in Council even in daytime. Sen"anth Sathas was foremost of them, but there were sen"ein of the five stranger-tribes there too, who had come in yestereve with the kel"ein.
"There have been strong dissensions," Melein continued, "within the ja"anom ... for the losses we have suffered, for the choices we face. But Sen has agreed in my choices. Is it not so, sen"anth?"
"So," Sathas echoed, "Sen has consented."
"Not easy, to come home. The pan"en which is holy to us ... what can it mean to you? A curiosity, full of strange names and things which never happened to you? And the holy relics of your wanderings on Kutath . . . how shall my kel"anth and I understand them? We struggle to do so, you with us and we with you. We of the Voyagers, we who went out ... we want a place to stand; and you who stayed to guard Kutath so many millennia ago perhaps you look about you and hate us, that we ever voyaged out at all. Is that not part of it? Is that not a little part, that you blame us two, that of all Kutath sacrificed ... we are all that has come home, all who will ever come home?" Her eyes moved to the Kel, traveled down to Niun. "Or is it perhaps for what we brought home with us, for what we call one of us"
Niun glanced down. "Perhaps. It is many things, she"pan, but both may be so."
"And the ja"anom Kath?"
"Kath," said AnthiTs soft voice, "blames no one. We only mourn the children, she"pan; those lost and those to come."
"And the songs you have taught those children over the ages . . . look for what, kath"anth? For the returning of those who went out when the world was younger and water flowed?"
"Some songs hoped for that."
"When our ancestors were one," Melein said, "not alone the tribes, but yourselves and my ancestors . . . that was a great age of the world; and there had been many before. The cities were standing, already old, built on the ruins of others, and our ancestors walked on the dust of a thousand thousand civilizations and forgotten races. The four races who walked the world at the beginning of that age dwindled to two, and them you know. After so long there was building again; elee cities, and mri service . . . it was a great age, the coming-to-green of an old, old plant that the sands had long buried . . . but its roots were deep and it stood in the winds again. It was the last of everything that nourished it; it took from all else, so that it was the last greening . . . mri saw this; and we who had loved the land . . . knew. We built ... the great edunei; and the great machines of the elee we appropriated to our own purposes.
"We and the elee," Melein"s voice continued, low and vibrant. "We knew, and they wanted only what had always been. Shon"ai! Shon"ai! we cast ourselves to chance and the great Dark we cast ourselves to chance and the great Dark "Go out," "Go out," we advised the elee, in the world"s bright hour. " we advised the elee, in the world"s bright hour. "We have risen on all the worlds strength; now we go out, shon"ail now . . .for the world"s wind is at our backs, and we feel it"
""Go then," said the elee, for all they hated such an idea and pleased themselves to turn their faces away. We went and we brought greater and greater things, bringing them comfort, so that for an age the elee were very content, seeing the chance of more and more comfort and long life. We went farther; we took stars for the elee, in slow years of voyaging, and brought knowledge" said the elee, for all they hated such an idea and pleased themselves to turn their faces away. We went and we brought greater and greater things, bringing them comfort, so that for an age the elee were very content, seeing the chance of more and more comfort and long life. We went farther; we took stars for the elee, in slow years of voyaging, and brought knowledge"
"But the elee began to be afraid. They feared the Dark and hated anything strange. They wanted only Kutath, and to live with their comforts and their cities and to use up the wealth we could bring. They cared only for that They let the stars go.
"And they let us go. They put us increasingly out of their thoughts. Had they been able, they would have sealed us up on this world.
"Some of us ... stayed; you held this world for mri; you entered on a holy trust, to save the standing-place from which we launched, to save the precious things and to honor the service that we served.
"Hard for us ... to keep our ways, in our slow voyaging, always out of touch with the visible, the physical Kutath. We had to keep it in our hearts, and yet to protect the knowledge of it; only she"panei and Sen of the voyagers were permitted to remember; Kath and Kel knew only the ships ... or between the Darks . . . the hundred twenty-five homeworlds-of-con-venience. Aye," she said when Niun looked up at her in stark bewilderment "They were ours. Ours, ours. Ours, our homes, Niun. our homes, Niun.
"And hard for you who stayed behind," she said, " to live with the visible, among the monuments, with Kutath a reality about you and to keep contact with the invisible, with the dream.
"When we must, we moved on, shedding each world"s taint, renewing ourselves like something born always new, young again and strong; we kept nothing of the Betweens. We boarded our ships and Kutath was born anew aboard them, the old language, the old ways, the ancient knowledge during generations of voyage.
"When calamity fell here, you had no means to veil what resulted; the sights were before you. You lived in the visible and looked to the promise... so long, so very long.
"To go on believing . . . and clinging to old ways . . . when elee mocked them; to teach the young the promise . . . which they might never see, while the seas sank further, and the world had no more strength for a new beginning, and the elee interest only in the moment To remember skills which had pa.s.sed beyond use; to sing the old chants; to look for hope, when all the sights about you counseled that the world was ending, and that there was no sane hope that this this year or the next thousand years would bring what millennia before did not. year or the next thousand years would bring what millennia before did not.
"Hardest, surely, when ships did come . . . when after centuries of waiting . . . ships came down on you not ours and then the elee wanted protection; then they surely wanted what they had cast from them. The world was laid waste and mri and elee were slaughtered, the land ruined so that even the enemy fled it. Enemy ... it was the collapse of the empire which we had made; it was the last tremor of a dying power, in which the elee had refused to involve themselves, which had gone its own way; and that power died and their worlds with them perhaps. At least they did not come again.
"After that, what was there left, but to live narrowly, to find elee fighting among themselves for water and for less substantial things? Some mri took hire in these wars; some left the promise and involved themselves in the immediate and the visible. But the she"pan Gar"ai s"Hana, may her name live to all castes so long as there are mri to sing it led a retreat from the cities and the wars, into the open land. I know her," Melein added, and there seemed not a breath in Council, the while tears flowed openly down her face, across the kel-scars. "I know such a she"pan, to do the unreasonable, and to lead others where she would fear to send even one. She foresaw, perhaps, the death of the children and the elders, of all the vulnerable ones; and for what? For what hope? To exist, and wait, singing the old songs, while the mountains wore away.
"And we Voyagers . . .
"We served other services. Darks intervened. To my sorrow, the pa.s.sing of the she"panate of the Voyagers to me was in calamity, the ma.s.sacre of us all on a world named Kesrith. Some things my she"pan had no time to teach me. Most of all the reason why, why, the reason why we went out at all, and why after so many, many ages ... we never returned. The reason why at last . . . the she"pan who prepared me for the she"panate . . . had decided it was time to turn the People homeward." the reason why we went out at all, and why after so many, many ages ... we never returned. The reason why at last . . . the she"pan who prepared me for the she"panate . . . had decided it was time to turn the People homeward."
There was disturbance in the Kel. Niton glanced that way with a forbidding frown and unfocused his eyes and stared through them, his heart leaden within him, the confirmation of doubts he had held from the beginning.
"Is it this," Melein pursued, "for which we were met with doubt? That dreams are better than what we can touch? That Niun and I are the too-mortal flesh of a great hope? That the dream brought you destruction, and the death of friends and children and tsi"mri, as it was in the world"s worst hour?
"Why did my she"pan refuse the offer the tsi"mri of our last service made, of a green and living world, and choose instead Kesrith, which was desolation? The Forge of the People, she named it, and gave the Sen no other answer. Why did she speak even before the danger came on us ... of leaving the service that we served, which was to regul and against humans; and why was her mind set toward this homecoming?
"It might have been the diminishing of our numbers; we were very few when the regul decided to betray us and kill us, in the knowledge that they could no longer control us.
"It might have been that my she"pan was mad; there were some who believed so, even among her children.
"And do you think that I was not afraid, when I took up the robes, when I knew that I was charged to come home, and that I had not been told the last secret the great why why of all the she"panei before me. I tell you that I was greatly afraid. of all the she"panei before me. I tell you that I was greatly afraid.
"I gained the pan"en for my guide; and in the beginning I believed blindly, reading the record it holds, that guided our ship . . . the way that the People had pa.s.sed, viewing world after world which our ancestors had known, and thinking them beautiful."
"She"pa," Niun objected, a breath, a pain which wrung at TllTt), "But they were all dead." Her voice faltered and steadied. "Dead worlds, every one. And do you think then that I was not afraid?
"I walked this world. I found the place, the very city from which most of my ancestors came ... for we kept our chants and our lineages. And after all that time, I have found my own; the ja"anom are my far, far kindred, An-ehon"s children; as are you all, even ka"anomin of Zohain . . . blood-kin to me. I spoke with the city; and with the Sen of the ja"anom, and with the sen"ein who have come from other tribes . . . and I know; I know the nature of the promise, and most of all what turned us homeward ... in ships, in ships, ships, in ships, my distant children, which cross the great Darks in an eye"s blinking. my distant children, which cross the great Darks in an eye"s blinking.
"Enemies have followed us. They have destroyed our ship and our city, but to destroy us, no, the G.o.ds forbid and the Mystery forbids. Tsi"mri do as they will. We Niun and I we have done done what we set out to do. The dream is true. We have it in our hands. Tsi"mri are here, within reach of our hands, and nothing in a hundred thousand years . . . has promised such as we bring you." what we set out to do. The dream is true. We have it in our hands. Tsi"mri are here, within reach of our hands, and nothing in a hundred thousand years . . . has promised such as we bring you."
It was back, that fierceness of her first night among the ja"anom; it glittered in the eyes of the Kel, ja"anom and stranger alike; even in the eyes of the Sen, and shone in the mild face of the kath"anth. Of this the shameful flight had cheated them, driving them hunted across their own land; of this they had been frustrated, hiding and cowering from tsi"mri weapons, not alone in these days but in earlier days and on other worlds, dying helpless and uncomprehending of purpose. They were suddenly Melein"s, hers, clenched in her fist.
This hope . . . within reach, within reach, Melein had said. Melein had said.
Duncan.
A great cold washed over Niun, realization why Melein had been willing to cast even himself from her hand in the chance of finding Duncan, why she had remained silent while the tribe fell apart in quarrel, and had no answer until she could find Dun-can again, knowing full well where he had gone, as she had known about the messages to humans which Duncan had tried to send, which the regul had destroyed.
O my brother, he mourned, but grief stayed from his face, the habit of the Kel, that there was no link between heart and countenance, not before the adversary. he mourned, but grief stayed from his face, the habit of the Kel, that there was no link between heart and countenance, not before the adversary.
"Kel"anth," said kel Seras of the Husbands, "say to the she"pan that she is our Mother and that the ja"anom Kel is with her, heart and hand."