The sen"e"en looked uncertain, began to walk away, with more than one backward glance at the beginning, and then none at all, hastening down the slope.
"They are tsi"mri," Duncan said out of turn. "You should not have given her up; she would have stayed. Call her back."
"Go to them yourself," Melein said in a faint voice, "if you see more clearly than I. But I think she is much like you, kel Dun-can. Is she not?"
He stood still And after a little time the sen"e"en Boaz did, halfway down the slope to the ship. She looked back at them, then turned to the ship again, cried out strange words, what might be a name.
In time a man appeared in the hatch, came out, and down the ramp. Boaz walked toward hi"i- hi"i- Others came out, in the blue of the human kel"ein. Others came out, in the blue of the human kel"ein.
They stood in the open a time, and talked together, Boaz, a man who looked to be very old, and two like those who had been with the kel"en Galey.
Then they turned, with Boaz and the old one arm in arm, and began to walk up the hill, toward the People, bringing no weapons at all.
Chapter Eighteen.
Boaz came. Duncan was glad of that, on this last morning . . . that it was Boaz who came out to them.
He ceased his work, which was the carrying of very light stones, for the edun which should stand on the plain of the elee pillars, in this place where the game was abundant and elee machinery still provided water. He went out from the rest, dusted bis hands on the black fabric of his robes, weaponless but for his small arms, as the mingled Kel generally went unburdened in this place of meeting. Ja"anom, hao"nath, ja"ari, ka"anomin, rnari, patha and path"andim; and now homa"an, kesrit, biha"i; and tes"ua and i"osa, up out of the depths of the great western basin, three days" hard climb ... all the tribes within reach lent a few hands of kel"ein to this madness, this new edun on an old, old world; and to the she"pan"anth Melein, the she"pan of the Promised.
Even elee, who could not leave their ruins, who languished in the sun and found the winds too harsh for their eyes and then-delicate skins . . . labored in their own cause, retreating by day to shelter, coming out to work by night, peopling the plain with strange stones, statues, likenesses of themselves, setting their precious monuments out in the wind and under the eyes of mri and humans, as if to offer them to the elements, or to strangers, or simply to affirm that elee existed. They did not come near the tents of mri or the edun; would not; never would, likely; but they built, that being their way. Six hands of days; the edun walls stood now high as a keFen"s head. They began to build ramps of sand to ease the work, for it would someday rise high as that of An-ehon, to stand on a plain of statues, a fortress against the Dark.
"Boz," he greeted her as she came, and they walked together, khaki clothing and kel-black, casting disparate shadows. His dus moved in, nudged at Boaz, and she spared a caress for it, stopped, gazing at the work.
"Galey should have seen this," she said.
"I will tell you a thing," he said, "not for your records; that among things in the Pana of the mri, in the tables . . . there are three human names. His is one." He folded his hands behind him, walked farther with her, past the lines of children of the Kath, who carried their loads of sand for the ramps. "Yours is another."
She said nothing for a s.p.a.ce. Beyond them, the tents of the camp were set, shelter until the edun should rise, and that was their direction.
"Sten. Come back with us."
"No."
"You could argue the mri"s case . . . much better than I. Have you thought of that?"
"The she-pan forbids."
"Is that final for you?"
"Boz," he said, and stopped. He loosed his veil, which kel"ein still would not, before humans . . . met the pa.s.sing shock in her eyes, for the scars on his face, which had had time to heal. And perhaps she understood; there was that look too. "Between friends," he said, "there is no veil Truth, Boz; I"m grateful she refused."
"You"ll be alone."
He smiled. "No. Only if I left." He started again toward the tents, put down a hand to touch the dus which crowded close to his left as they walked. "You"ll do well for the People. I trust that."
"We"re going to set markers up there; you"ll not be bothered by visitors until we can get through." "Human visitors, at least"
"Regul didn"t get the tapes, only the chance to tag us, and that information died here so far as they"re concerned, along with their chance. I don"t think, I truly don"t think human authorities are going to make free of mri data where regul are concerned. It was a unique circ.u.mstance that brought them with us. It won"t be repeated."
"We will hope not." He veiled himself again, half-veil, for they walked among the tents, among kath"ein and children. They were expected at the tent of the she"pan; sen"ein and kel"ein waited there, and walked in behind them, through the curtain.
Melein sat there, with a few of the sen"ein about her; and with Niun, and Hlil, and Seras, with two more of the dusei. Hlil rose as they walked in, inclined his head. "You do not have his service," Melein said to Boaz, "but he will be under your orders as regards his presence on your ship. He is my Hand reached out to humans. He is Hlil s"Sochil, kel-second; and the beast that is HliTs; it goes with him too."
"We thank you," Boaz said, "for sending him. We will do all we can to make him welcome."
"Kel Hlil," Melein said, kissed him and received his kiss dismissal; and from that distance; "Good-bye, sen Boaz."
It was dismissal. Formalities between mri and tsi"mri were always scant. Boaz gave him one look, a touch of the hand, walked away alone, and Hlil summoned his dus to him, paused to embrace Niun, and walked after.
Only beyond him he paused yet again, at the curtain, to look on a certain kel"e"en. "Life and honors," he bade Ras, lingered a scant moment, walked on, with wounding in the dus-sense. By Melein"s side, Niun gathered himself to his feet But Hlil had gone, with brief reverence to the Holy. "Permission," Ras said, a thin, faint voice. "She"pan." "You ask a question, kel Ras?" "I ask to go."
"It is not," said Melein, "a walk to the rim and back. And do you serve the People, kel"e"n or why do you go?"
"To see," she said; and after a long moment; "We are old friends, she"pan, Hlil and I. And I ask to go."
"Come here," Melein said; and when she had done so, took her hand. "You know all that Hlil knows. You can agree with my mind. You can do what I have bidden Hlil do."
"Aye," Ras said.
Melein drew her down, kissed her, was kissed in turn, let her go, with a nod toward the door. "Haste," she said.
Ras went, her dus after her, with a respect to the Holy and a quiet pace; she would surely have no difficulty overtaking a small, plump human.
Melein sank back in her chair, looked at Niun, looked out at Duncan, and suddenly at other kel"ein, with a quick frown. "Ask among all the Kels," she said. "Quickly; whether there is not one in all this camp, a kel"e"en who will go with them, that they can have a House. Kel Ras is right; they ought not to be alone among strangers."
It was the kel"e"en Tuas who went, who went striding out to the human ship in the last hour before their parting, and the camp turned out to wish her well; paused again in its labor when the ship Flower Flower lifted, to watch it until it was out of sight lifted, to watch it until it was out of sight "They will see Kesrith," Niun murmured, that night before they slept, in Kel-tent "Would you have gone?" Duncan asked. "Have you not had enough of voyaging?"
"A part of my heart went." Niun sank down on his arm, and Duncan did, and the dusei settled each at their backs. There was now besides them, only Rhian"s, in the hao"nath camp, and the wild one, somewhere in the far north. "I have wondered," Niun said, "why the dusei chose . . . why ourselves, why Rhian, why Ras and Hlil, and Taz. I thought it might be for your sake, sov-kela; you have always had a strange way with them. But look you look you; they chose those who would go out Who would meet strangeness. Who would look longest and deepest into the Dark. That is how they always chose. I think that is so."
Duncan did not answer for a moment. . . gazed at the dus, at him. "No more. Only we hold it off here. Long enough." "We wait," Niun said. "And we hold it off."
It was a larger city, after so many years; sprawling buildings and domes and covered avenues in the place of regul order. The scent of the wind was the same; acrid and abrasive; and the light . . . the red light of Arain. It must have rained that morning. Puddles stood at the curb before the Nom, and Boaz stopped a moment to stare about her, to reckon with change.
The three kel"ein with her did not make evident their curiosity. Doubtless they were curious, but they were under witness, and did not show it It was much from them, that they all came, leaving the dusei on the ship . . . her asking.
Governor Stavros was dead, years ago; she had learned that even while Flower Flower was inward bound. And there were changes more than the buildings. was inward bound. And there were changes more than the buildings.
"Come," she bade her companions, noting sourly the escort of military personnel which formed for them, with guns and formalities; she had her own, she reflected with grim humor. They walked through the doors of the Nom and into the once-remembered corridors, into a reception of officials, outstretched hands and nervous smiles for her, simply nervous looks for her tall companions.
"The governor"s expecting you," one advised her, showing her the way to offices she remembered very well without. She went, and the kel"ein walked after her.
Stavros dead; and more than Stavros. The uniforms were different, the official emblems were subtly changed. There was a moment"s feeling of madness, to have come back to the wrong world, the wrong age. There was a new const.i.tution, so they had said at station; civilian government, a dismantling of the powers that had been AlSec and a reorganization of the bureaus; a restoration of inst.i.tutions abandoned in the war, as if there was any going back. Kesrith had become a major world, an administrative headquarters for wide regions.
For a moment she yearned for Luiz, for his comfort; and that was gone. He had died by a world of a yellow star, whose name humans did not know, and probably the kel"ein did not. . . died in jump, still lost in the vertigo of no-time, in a place where human flesh did not belong, between phases. Luiz had always leaned on the drugs. She had, until the last, that she and some few of the crew risked what the mri did, to take jump without them; she played at shon"ai with the keFein, as the sen played, with wands, and not with weapons. four hands are not apt to weapons, four hands are not apt to weapons, they told her. they told her.
She blinked, offered a handshake to the middle-aged man who was introduced to her. Governor Lee.
And uncertainly Lee offered his hand to the kel"ein. She opened her mouth to warn, sensed laughter behind the veils, a slight crinkling of Hlil"s amber eyes as he touched the offered hand with his fingertips. So Tuas touched. Ras would not, but stood with hands behind her; that was courtesy enough.
"Mri representatives," Lee said. "And the report is a mishap overtook die other ships; and the regul."
"A mishap, yes," she said. "I understand regul are scarce here."
Lee"s eyes slid from hers. He offered her and the mri chairs, seated himself behind his desk. Boaz sat down in the chair, but the kel"ein sat down on the carpet, against the wall where they might see the governor, which was for them more comfort.
"It is open knowledge," Lee said, "that the regul have detached themselves. We don"t know why, or in what interest They"ve gone from Kesrith, abandoned worlds nearby, left every human vicinity. They explore in their own directions, perhaps. You can"t answer . . . from your own viewpoint ... or from events where you come from why, why, can you?" can you?"
"They don"t like us," Boaz said.
"No. Clearly they don"t. Many who stayed here . . . many who were closest in contact with us ... suicided." He shifted uncomfortably. "The mri envoys ... do they understand?"
"Every word."
"They agree to peace?"
Boaz shook her head slightly. "To contact. Across an expanse wider than you imagine, sir. And regul are mightily afraid of them. A virtue as anxious as I"ve heard the colonies are, out here. But the the mri are explorers . . . from here to the rim." mri are explorers . . . from here to the rim."
"And mercenaries," Lee said. "On our our side? Is that the proposal?" side? Is that the proposal?"
"We have been mercenaries," Hlil said, "if that is the use of the hire we offer."
"But there is cost," Lee said.
"Always," Has answered.
"What cost? In what do you expect payment?"
"A place to stand," Ras"s quiet voice pursued. "For that, the Kel is at your bidding, so long as you maintain us a world where only your feet and ours touch. And supplies, of course. We are not farmers. And ships; we shall need them."
Lee gnawed at his lip. "So you offered the regul. What benefit did they have of the bargain?"
"Ask," Boaz said, her palms sweating. "You are on die wrong track, governor. Ask why; why; ask why, and you will get a different answer." ask why, and you will get a different answer."
"Why?" Lee asked after a moment. "Why do you make such a bargain?"
"For the going," said Ras very softly. "The going itself is our hire. Use us wisely, human sen"en, for we are a sharp sword, to part the Dark for you. So we did for the regul, I have heard, giving them many worlds. And when we have gone far enough, and the tether strains . . . bid us good-bye, and be wiser than the regul. We are the Face that Looks Outward. We are makers of paths, walkers on the wind; and the going itself ... is the hire for which we have always served."
Boaz pressed her lips together, thinking for one cold moment on the dead worlds, about which human councils would have to know, the course of mri homeworlds, destroyed beneath the mri in fear, fears which had to come to former wielders of the Sword; dread that mri might serve others, one"s near neighbors. Fear. Fear had killed the worlds between.
To use the mri, one had to play the Game, to cast them from the hand and let them go. The belief that it would be different. . . this, she cherished, as she believed in humankind. She played the Game.
It was a quiet place, the morning on the heights of the carven rocks, looking down on the plain of statues and on the Edun of the People, the heights where there was only the wind for company, the wind and the hope of dusei, which sometimes ventured in for the good hunting, to the terror of the elee.
Merai Niu-Tais hunted here many a morning, and many a morning wasted moments, in this place of the best view of all, from which one could survey all the land from the northern flats to the hazy depths of the basins westward, out of which the great winds came.
He was a dreamer of dreams, was Merai. Patience, the she"pan counseled him; he had yet to win his scars . . . save one that his truefather had dealt him in the Game, to mind him of discipline, and the vice of rashness, to venture the blades with a Master.
But each night he listened to the songs in Kel; and the songs were true. He knew that they were, for Duncan was with them, and talked sometimes, when they could persuade kel Duncan to tell them the tales; the tales made all their hearts burn to hear them, and made them look at the stars with hope.
From the days that he had been in Kath until he took the black robes of Kel he had climbed this height to hunt, and to think of far worlds . . . and secretly, to tease the dusei which came sometimes maddeningly close. Forlorn hope; they did not come to kel"ein now; they were all wild, all the dusei born of the great pair of the ja"anom Kel, and the one belonging to old Rhian of the hao"nath even it had gone wild, in Hhian"s pa.s.sing.
There was one which came most persistently. He had hoped for it this morning, secretly, shamefully, had concealed a tidbit of meat to take to it; but it failed him. He set about his hunting, moving carefully among the rocks, seeking out the creatures which sheltered at the deep places, near the water of Ele"et.
And in hunting, he looked up. There was a star, a star in day-M02 light, that burned. He stood staring while the brightness became a glare, and the glare a shape.
Then he began to run, racing toward the edun, his heart pounding against his ribs. He was late to bear the news, for all the Kel had come out to see. He slowed his step in the sight of his trueparents and of Duncan; and of the she"pan, for even the Mother had come down out of her tower; and the sen, theirs of the ja"anom and the visitors of other tribes.
The ship settled, obscured in sand, crouched low and waited still for a time, until the sand had settled. Then a hatch opened, and a ramp came down to them.
Kel"ein; they were kel"ein foremost of the strangers, black-robes with dusei at their sides, three of them, striding out across the sands in haste toward the Kel.
He knew their names; they had been sung all his Me. And the Kel stood still only for a moment more, then walked faster and faster to meet them, with the kel"anth and Duncan far in the lead.