Faded Sun

THE FADED SUN.

Book 1: KESRITH

Book 2: SHONJIR

Book 3: KUTATH

The Faded Sun: KESRITH.

by C.J. Cherryh

For DON WOLLHEIM with most especial appreciation

The Faded Sun Trilogy [volume 1] KESRITH

This is the story of three people: Sten Duncan,a soldier of humanity; Niun, last warrior of the mri, humanity"s enemies; Melein, priestess-queen of the final fallen mri stronghold. This is the story of three people: Sten Duncan,a soldier of humanity; Niun, last warrior of the mri, humanity"s enemies; Melein, priestess-queen of the final fallen mri stronghold.This is the story of two mighty species fighting for a galaxy: humanity driving out from Earth, and the enigmatic regul struggling to hold their stars with mri mercenaries.This is a story of diplomacy and warfare, of conspiracy and betrayal, and of three flesh-and-blood people who found themselves thrown together in a life-and-death alliance.This latest novel from the author of Brothers of Earth Brothers of Earth and and Hunter of Worlds Hunter of Worlds is top-flight science fiction worthy of the winner of the John W. Campbell Award. is top-flight science fiction worthy of the winner of the John W. Campbell Award.A selection of the Science Fiction Book Club.A DAW BOOKS ORIGINAL-FIRST TIME IN PAPERBACK

Chapter ONE.

Wind-child, sun-child, what is Kath? Wind-child, sun-child, what is Kath?

Child-bearers, laugh-bringers, that is Kath.

IT WAS a game, shon"ai shon"ai, the pa.s.sing-game, Kel-style, in the dim round hall of the Kel, the middle tower of the House- black-robed men and a black-robed woman, a circle of ten. Warriors, they played the round not like children, with a pair of stones, but with the spinning blades of the as"ei as"ei, that could wound or kill. On the name-beat, the snap of fingers, the as"ei as"ei flew across the seated circle of players, and skilled hands seized the hilts in mid-turn, to beat the time and hurl the blades on in the next name-beat. flew across the seated circle of players, and skilled hands seized the hilts in mid-turn, to beat the time and hurl the blades on in the next name-beat.

Fire-child, star-child, what is Kel?

Sword-bearers, song-weavers, that is Kel.

They played without words, with only the rhythm of their hands and the weapons, flesh and steel. The rhythm was as old as time and as familiar as childhood. The game had more meaning than the act, more than the simplicity of the words. The Game of the People, it was called.

Dawn-child, earth-child, what is Sen?

Rune-makers, home-leaders, that is Sen.

A kel"en who flinched, whose eye failed or whose wits wandered, had no value in the House. The boys and girls and women of the Kath played with stones to learn their skill. Those who became kel"ein played thereafter with edged steel. The Kel, like the mothers and children of the gentle Kath, laughed as they played. They of Kel-caste were brief and bright as moths. They enjoyed life, because they knew this.

Then-child, now-child, what are we?

Dream-seekers, life-bearers, we are A door opened, echoing, the sound rolling through the hollows and depths of the tower. Sen Sath.e.l.l broke in upon them, suddenly and without warning or courtesies.

The rhythm ceased The blades rested in the hands of Niun, the youngest kel"en. The Kel as a whole inclined their heads in respect to Sath.e.l.l s"Delas, chief of Sen-caste, the scholars. Gold-robed he was, like light breaking into the dark hall of the martial Kel, and he was very old-the oldest man of all in the House.

"Kel"anth, " he said quietly, addressing Eddan, his counterpart in the Kel, "-kel"ein-news has come. The rumor is the war has ended. The regul have asked the humans for peace. "

There was utter silence.

An abrupt move. The as"ei as"ei whirred and buried points in the painted plaster of the far wall. whirred and buried points in the painted plaster of the far wall.

The youngest kel"en rose and veiled himself, and stalked from the gathering, leaving shock in his wake.

The sen"anth and the kel"anth looked at each other, old men and kinsmen, helpless in their distress.

And from the deepest shadows one of the dusei, a brown, slope-shouldered ma.s.s larger than a man, stirred and rose, ambling forth into the light in that mournful, abstracted manner of dusei. It pushed its way irreverently between the two elders, thrusting its ma.s.sive head at the kel"anth, who was its master, seeking comfort.

Kel"anth Eddan patted the beast with age-smooth fingers and looked up at the old scholar who, outside the divisions of caste and duty, was his half-brother. "Is the news beyond any doubt?" he asked, the least trace of hope yet remaining in his voice.

"Yes. The source is regul official communications, no city rumor. It seems completely reliable. " Sath.e.l.l gathered his robes about him and, tucking them between his knees, settled on the carpeted floor among the kel"ein, who eased aside to make room for him in their circle.

They were, these ten, the elders of the House, save one.

They were mri.

In their tongue, when they made this statement, they were merely saying that they were of the People. Their word for other species was tsi"mri, which meant not-people, and summed up mri philosophy, religion, and the personal att.i.tudes of the elders at once.

They were, as a species, golden-toned. Mri legends said that the People were born of the sun: skin, eyes, coa.r.s.e shoulder-length manes, all were bronze or gold. Their hands and feet were narrow and long, and they were a tall, slender race. Their senses, even in great age, were very keen, their hearing in particular most sensitive. Their golden eyes were lid-folded, double-lidded as well, for a nict.i.tating membrane acted on reflex to protect their vision against blowing dust.

They were, as outsiders believed, a species of warriors, of mercenaries-for outsiders saw the Kel, and rarely the Sen, and never the Kath. Mri served outsiders for hire-served the regul, the ma.s.sive tsi"mri merchants native to Nurag of the star Mab. For many centuries, mri kel"ein had hired out to protect regul commerce between-worlds, generally hired by one regul company as defense against the ambitions and ruthlessness of some business rival, and mri had therefore fought against mri. Those years and that service had been good for the People, this trying of one kel"en of a certain service against the kel"en of another, in proper and traditional combat, as it had always been. Such trials-at-arms refined the strength of the People, eliminating the weak and unfit and giving honor to the strong. In those days the tsi"mri regul had recognized themselves to be incapable of fighting and unskilled in planning strategies, and sensibly left all matters of conflict to the mri Kel to settle in the mri fashion.

But for the last forty years, mri had served all regul combined against all humans, a bitter and ugly conflict, lacking honor and lacking any satisfactions from the enemy. The mri elders were old enough to remember the life before, and knew therefore what changes had been wrought by the war; and they were not pleased with them. Humans were ma.s.s-fighters, animals of the herd, and simply understood no other way of war. Mri, who fought singly, had early suspected this, tested it with their lives, found it bitterly true. Humans rejected a"ani a"ani, honorable combat, would not respect challenge, understood nothing but their own way, which was widespread destruction.

Mri had bent themselves to learn humanity, the way of the enemy, and had begun to adjust their operations and their manner of service to the regul accordingly. Mri were professionals when it came to combat. Innovation in the yin"ein, the ancient weapons that were used in a"ani a"ani, was dishonorable and unthinkable; but innovation in the zahen"ein, in modern arms, was a simple matter of retooling and adjusting methods, a matter of competency in the profession they followed for a livelihood.

Regul, unfortunately, were not as capable of adapting to new tactics. Regul had vast and accurate memories. They could not forget what had always occurred, but conversely they could hardly conceive at all of what had not yet happened, and did not make plans against it happening. Hitherto the regul had depended on mri entirely in the matter of their personal safety, and mri foresight ? for mri could imagine ? had shielded them and compensated for that regul blindness to the unexpected; but in latter days, when the war began to take regul lives and threaten regul properties, regul took matters into their own unskilled hands. Regul issued orders, prudent in their own estimation, for actions which were militarily impossible.

The mri had attempted to obey, for honor"s sake.

Mri had died in their thousands, for honor"s sake.

In the House, on this world, there lived only thirteen mri. Two were young. The rest were the makers of policy, a council of the old, the veteran. Long centuries ago the House had numbered more than two thousand in the Kel alone. In this present age all but these few had gone their way to the war, to die.

And their war had been lost, by regul, who asked the humans for peace.

Sath.e.l.l looked about him and considered these old ones, kel"ein who had lived beyond their own years of service, whose memories gave them in some matters the perspective of sen"ein. They were Husbands to the she"pan, masters-of-arms while there had been Kath children to teach; and there was Pasev, the only surviving kel"e"en of the House, she most skilled in the yin"ein next Eddan himself. There were Dahacha and Sirain of Nisren; Palazi and Quaras and Lieth of Guragen, itself a dead House, taking refuge with the Mother of this one and adopted by her as Husbands. And from yet another dead House were Liran and Debas, truebrothers. These were part of an age that had already vanished, a time the People would not see again. Sath.e.l.l felt their sadness, sensed it reflected in the beasts that huddled together in the shadows. Eddan"s dus, whose species was reputedly never friendly with any caste but the warrior Kel, sniffed critically at the scholar"s gold robes and suffered himself to be touched, then heaved his great bulk a little closer, wrinkled rolls of down-furred flesh, shamelessly accepting affection where it was offered.

"Eddan," said Sath.e.l.l, stroking the beast"s warm shoulder,"I must tell you also: it is very likely that the masters will cede this world if the humans should demand it as part of the peace."

"That would be," said Eddan,"a very large settlement."

"Not according to what we have just heard. It is rumored that the humans have secured the whole front, that the regul lords are in complete withdrawal, that the humans are in such a position now that they can touch all the contested areas. They have taken Elag."

There was silence. Elsewhere in the tower a door closed. At last Eddan shrugged, a move of his slender fingers."Then the humans will surely demand this world. There is very little that they will miss in their desire for revenge. And the regul have left us open to it."

"It is incredible," said Pasev."G.o.ds! there was no need, no need at all for the regul to have abandoned Elag. The People could have held there - could have turned the humans, if they had been given the equipment."

Sath.e.l.l made a helpless gesture. "Perhaps. But held for whom? The regul withdrew, took everything that was needed there for the defense, pulled ships from under their control. Now we - Kesrith - have become the border. You are right. It is very likely that the regul will not resist here either; in fact, it is not reasonable for them to do so. So we have done all that we could do. We have advised, we have warned - and if our employers refused to take that advice, then there is little we can do but cover their retreat, since we cannot restrain them from it. They took the war into their own management against our advice. Now they have lost their war; we have not. The war ceased to be ours some years ago. Now you are guiltless, kel"ein. You may justly reckon so. There is simply nothing further that can be done."

"There was something once that might have been done," Pasev insisted.

"The Sen attempted many times to reason with the masters. We offered our services and our advice according to the ancient treaty. We could not-" Sath.e.l.l heard the footsteps of the youth downstairs as he spoke, and the disturbance disrupted his train of thought. He glanced hallward involuntarily as the door downstairs slammed with great violence. The sound echoed throughout all the House. He cast the Kel a look of distress. "Should not one of you at least go speak with him?"

Eddan shrugged, embarra.s.sed in his authority. Sath.e.l.l knew it. He presumed on kinship and friendship and stepped far out of bounds with Eddan when he made that protest. He loved Niun; they all did. But the autonomy of the Kel, even misguided, was sacred regarding the discipline of its members. Only the Mother could interfere within Eddan"s province.

"Niun has some small cause, do you not think?" asked Eddan quietly."He has trained all his life toward this war. He is not a child of the old way, as we are; and now he cannot enter into the new either. You have taken something from him. What do you expect him to do, sen Sath.e.l.l?"

Sath.e.l.l bowed his head, unable to dispute with Eddan in the matter, recognizing the truth in it, trying to see things as a young kel"en might see them. One could not explain to the Kel, could not refute them in debate nor expect foresight of them: children of a day, the kel"ein, brief and pa.s.sionate, without yesterday and without tomorrow. Their ignorance was the price they paid for their freedom to leave the House and go among tsi"mri; and they knew their place. If a sen"en challenged them to reason, they must simply bow the head in their turn and retreat into silence: they had nothing with which to answer. And to destroy their peace of mind was unconscionable; knowledge without power was the most bitter condition of all.

"I think I have told you," said Sath.e.l.l at last,"all that I know to tell you at the moment. I will advise you immediately if there is any further news." He arose in that silence and smoothed his robes into order, gingerly avoiding the reflexive grasp of the dus. The beast reached at his ankle, harmless in intent, but not in potential. The dusei were not to be treated with familiarity by any but a kel"en. He stopped and looked at Eddan, who with a touch rebuked the beast and freed him.

He edged round the ma.s.sive paw, cast a final look at Eddan; but Eddan looked away, affecting not to be interested any further in his departure. Sath.e.l.l was not willing to press the matter publicly. He knew his half-brother, and knew that the hurt was precisely because there was affection between them. There was a careful line drawn between them in public. When caste divided kinsmen, there had to be that, to save the pride of the lesser.

He gave a formal courtesy to the others and withdrew, and was glad to be out of that grim hall, heavy as the air was with the angers of frustrated men, and of the dusei, whose rage was slower but more violent. He was relieved, nonetheless, that they had listened to all that he had said. There would be no violence, no irrational action, which was the worst thing that needed be feared from the Kel. They were old. The old might reason together in groups, might consult together. The kel"en was, in youth, a solitary warrior and reckless, and without perspective.

He thought of going after Niun, and did not know what to say to him if he should find him. His duty was to report elsewhere.

And when the door closed, aged Pasev, kel"e"en, veteran of Nisren and Elag"s first taking, pulled the as"ei as"ei from the shattered plaster and merely shrugged off the sen"anth. She had seen more years and more of war than any living warrior but Eddan himself. She played the Game all the same, as did they all, including Eddan. It was a death as honorable as one in war. from the shattered plaster and merely shrugged off the sen"anth. She had seen more years and more of war than any living warrior but Eddan himself. She played the Game all the same, as did they all, including Eddan. It was a death as honorable as one in war.

"Let us play it out," she said.

"No," said Eddan firmly."No. Not yet."

He caught her eyes as he spoke. She looked at him plainly, aged lover, aged rival, aged friend. Her slim fingers brushed the fine edge of the steel, but she understood the order.

"Aye," she said, and the as"ei as"ei spun past Eddan"s shoulder to bury themselves in the painted map of Kesrith that decorated the east wall. spun past Eddan"s shoulder to bury themselves in the painted map of Kesrith that decorated the east wall.

"The Kel bore the news," said sen Sath.e.l.l,"with more restraint than I expected of them. But it was not welcome, all the same. They feel cheated. They conceive it as an affront against their honor. And Niun left. He would not even hear it out. I do not know where he went. I am concerned."

She"pan Intel, the Lady Mother of the House and of the People, leaned back on her many cushions, ignoring a twinge of pain. The pain was an old companion. She had had it forty-three years, since she lost her strength and her beauty at once in the fires of burning Nisren. Even then she had not been young. Even then she had been she"pan of homeworld, ruler over all three castes of the People. She was of the first rank of the Sen, pa.s.sing Sath.e.l.l himself; she was above other she"panei as well, the few that still lived. She knew the Mysteries that were closed to others; she knew the name and nature of the Holy, and of the G.o.ds; and the Pana, the Revered Objects, were in her keeping. She knew her nation to its depth and its width, its birth and its destiny.

She was she"pan of a dying House, eldest Mother of a dying species. The Kath, the caste of child-bearers and children, was dead, its tower dark and closed twelve years ago: the last of the kath"ein was long buried in the cliffs of Sil"athen, and the last children, motherless save for herself, had gone to their destinies outside. Her Kel had declined to ten, and the Sen- The Sen was before her: Sath.e.l.l, the eldest, the sen"anth, whose weak heart poised him constantly a beat removed from the Dark; and the girl who sat presently at her feet. They were the gold-robes, the light-bearers, high-caste. Her own robes were white, untainted by the edgings of black and blue and gold worn by the she"panei of lesser degree. Their knowledge was almost complete, but her own was entire. If her own heart should stop beating this moment, so much, so incalculably much could be lost to the People. It was a fearful thing, to consider how much rested on her each pulse and breath amid such pain.

That the House and the People not die.

The girl Melein looked up at her-last of all the children, Melein s"Intel Zain-Abrin, who had once been kel"e"en. At times the kel-fierceness was still in Melein, although she had a.s.sumed outwardly the robes and the chaste serenity of the scholarly Sen-although the years had given her different skills, and her mind had advanced far beyond the simplicity of a kel"e"en. Intel brushed at Melein"s shoulder, a caress. "Patience," she advised, seeing Melein"s anxiety; and she knew that the advice would be discarded in all respects.

"Let me go find Niun and talk to him," she asked.

Brother and sister, Niun and Melein-and close, despite that they had been separated by law and she"pan"s decree and caste and custom. Kel"en and sen"e"en, dark and bright, Hand and Mind; but the heart in them was the same and the blood was the same. She remembered the pair that had given them life, her youngest and most beloved Husband and a kel"e"en of Guragen, both lost now. His His face, his eyes, that had made her regret a she"pan"s chast.i.ty, gazed back at her through Melein"s and Niun"s; and she remembered that he also had been strong-willed and hot-tempered and clever. Perhaps Melein hated her; she had not willingly received the command to leave the Kel and enter the Sen. But there was no defiance there now, though the she"pan searched for it. There was only anxiety, only a natural grief for her brother"s pain. face, his eyes, that had made her regret a she"pan"s chast.i.ty, gazed back at her through Melein"s and Niun"s; and she remembered that he also had been strong-willed and hot-tempered and clever. Perhaps Melein hated her; she had not willingly received the command to leave the Kel and enter the Sen. But there was no defiance there now, though the she"pan searched for it. There was only anxiety, only a natural grief for her brother"s pain.

"No," said Intel sharply."I tell you to let him alone."

"He may harm himself, she"pan."

"He will not. You underestimate him. He does not need you now. You are no longer of the Kel, and I doubt that he wants to be faced by one of the Sen at this moment. What could you tell him? What could you answer if he asked you questions? Could you be silent?"

This struck home. "He wanted to leave Kesrith six years ago," said Melein, her eyes bright with unshed tears; and possibly it was not only her brother"s case she pleaded now, but her own. "You would not let him go. Now it is too late, she"pan. It is forever too late for him, and what can he imagine for himself? What is there for him?"

"Meditate upon these things," said Intel,"and tell me your conclusions, sen Melein s"Intel, after you have thought a day and a night on this matter. But do not intrude your advice into the private affairs of a kel"en. And do not regard him as your brother. A sen"e"en has no kin but the whole House, and the People."

Melein rose, and stared down at her, breast heaving with her struggle for breath. Beautiful, this daughter of hers: Intel saw her in this instant and was amazed how much Melein, who was not of her blood, had become the things her own youth had once promised-saw mirrored her own self, before Nisren"s fall, before the ruin of the House and of her own hopes. The sight wounded her. In this moment she saw clearly, and knew the sen"e"en as she was, and feared her and loved her at once.

Melein, who would hardly mourn her pa.s.sing.

So she had created her, deliberately, event by event, choice by choice, her daughter-not-of-the-flesh, her child, her Chosen, formed in Kath and Kel and Sen, partaker of the Mysteries of all castes of the People.

Hating her.

"Learn restraint," she earnestly wished Melein, in a still, soft voice that thrust with difficulty into Melein"s anger."Learn to be sen"e"en, Melein, above all else that you desire to have."

The young sen"e"en let go a shuddering breath, and the tears in her eyes spilled over. Thwarted for now, the sen"e"en for a moment being child again: but this child was dangerous.

Intel shivered, foreknowing that Melein would outlive her and impose her own imprint on the world.

Chapter TWO.

THERE WAS a division in the world, marked by a causeway of white rock. On the one side, and at the lower end, lay the regul of Kesrith-city-folk, slow-moving, long-remembering. The lowland city was entirely theirs: flat, sprawling buildings, a port, commerce with the stars, mining that scarred the earth, a plant that extracted water from the Alkaline Sea. The land had been called the Dus plain before there were regul on Kesrith: the mri remembered. For this reason the mri had avoided the plain, in respect of the dusei; but the . regul had insisted on setting their city there, and the dusei left it Uplands, in the rugged hills at the other end of the causeway, was the tower of the mri. It appeared as four truncated cones arising from the corners of a trapezoidal ground floor-slanted walls made of the pale earth of the lowlands, treated and hardened. This was the Edun Kesrithun, the House of Kesrith, the home of the mri of Kesrith, and, because of Intel, the home of all mri in the wide universe.

One could see most of Kesrithi civilization from the vantage point Niun occupied in his solitary anger. He came here often, to this highest part of the causeway, to this stubborn outcrop of rock that had defeated the regul road and made the regul think otherwise about their plans to extend it into the high hills, invading the sanct.i.ty of Sil"athen. He liked it for what it was as well as for the view. Below him lay the regul city and the mri edun, two very small scars on the body of the white earth. Above him, in the hills, and beyond and beyond, there were only regul automatons, that drew minerals from the earth and provided regul Kesrith its reason for existence; and wild things that had owned the world before the coming of regul or of mri; and the slow-moving dusei that had once been Kesrith"s highest form of life.

Niun sat, brooding, on the rock that overlooked the world, hating tsi"mri with more than the ordinary hatred of mri for aliens, which was considerable. He was twenty-six years old as the People reckoned years, which was not by Kesrith"s...o...b..t around Arain, nor by the standard of Nisren, nor by that of either of the two other worlds the People had designated homeworld in the span of time remembered by Kel songs.

He was tall, even of his kind. His high cheekbones bore the seta"al seta"al, the triple scars of his caste, blue-stained and indelible; this meant that he was a full-fledged member of the Kel, the hand of the People. Being of the Kel, he went robed from collar to boot-tops in unrelieved black; and black veil and ta.s.seled headcloth, met met and and zaidhe zaidhe, concealed all but his brow and his eyes from the gaze of outsiders when he chose to meet them; and the zaidhe zaidhe further had a dark transparent visor that could meet the veil when dust blew or red Arain reached its unpleasant zenith. He was a man: his face, like his thoughts, was considered a private ident.i.ty, one indecent to reveal to strangers. The veils enveloped him as did the robes, a distinguishing mark of the only caste of the People that might deal with outsiders. The black robes, the further had a dark transparent visor that could meet the veil when dust blew or red Arain reached its unpleasant zenith. He was a man: his face, like his thoughts, was considered a private ident.i.ty, one indecent to reveal to strangers. The veils enveloped him as did the robes, a distinguishing mark of the only caste of the People that might deal with outsiders. The black robes, the siga siga, were held about the waist and chest with belts that bore his weapons, which were several; and also they should have held j"tai j"tai, medallions, honors won for his services to the People: they held none, and this lack of status would have been obvious to any mri that beheld him.