"More than that..."
"Tell me."
"I want you to take her with you, when you and the mystif leave. Take her to Yzordderrex."
"What makes you think we"re going there-or anywhere, come to that?"
"I have my spies, and so does N"ashap. Your plans are better known than you"d like. Take her with you, Mr. Zacharias. Her mother"s parents are still alive. They"ll look after her."
"It"s a big responsibility to take a child all that way."
Aping pursed his lips. "I would of course be able to ease your departure from the island, if you were to take her."
"Suppose she won"t go?" Gentle said.
"You must persuade her," he said simply, as though he knew Gentle had long experience of persuading little girls to do what he wanted.
Nature had played Huzzah Aping three cruel tricks. One, it had lent her powers that were expressly forbidden under the Autarch"s regime; two, it had given her a father who, despite his sentimental dotings, cared more for his military career than for her; and, three, it had given her a face that only a father could ever have described as beautiful. She was a thin, troubled creature of nine or ten, her black hair cut comically, her mouth tiny and tight. When, after much cajoling, those lips deigned to speak, her voice was wan and despairing. It was only when Aping told her that her visitor was the man who"d fallen into the sea and almost died that her interest was sparked.
"You went down into the Cradle?" she said.
"Yes, I did," Gentle replied, coming to the bed on which she sat, her arms wrapped around her knees.
"Did you see the Cradle Lady?" the girl said.
"See who?" Aping started to hush her, but Gentle waved him into silence. "See who?" he said again.
"She lives in the sea," Huzzah said. "I dream about her-and I hear her sometimes-but I haven"t seen her yet. I want to see her."
"Does she have a name?" Gentle asked.
"Tishalulle," Huzzah replied, p.r.o.nouncing the run of the syllables without hesitation. "That"s the sound the waves made when she was born," she explained. "Tishalulle."
"That"s a lovely name."
"I think so," the girl said gravely. "Better than Huzzah."
"Huzzah"s pretty too," Gentle replied. "Where I come from, Huzzah"s the noise people make when they"re happy."
She looked at him as though the idea of happiness was utterly alien to her, which Gentle could believe. Now he saw Aping in his daughter"s presence, he better understood the paradox of the man"s response to her. He was frightened of the girl. Her illegal powers upset him for his reputation"s sake, certainly, but they also reminded him of a power he had no real mastery over. The man painted Huzzah"s fragile face over and over as an act of perverse devotion, perhaps, but also of exorcism. Nor was the child much better served by her gift. Her dreams condemned her to this cell and filled her with obscure longings. She was more their victim than their celebrant.
Gentle did his best to draw from her a little more information on this woman Tishalulle, but she either knew very little or was unprepared to vouchsafe further insights in her father"s presence. Gentle suspected the latter. As he left, however, she asked him quietly if he would come and visit her again, and he said he would.
He found Pie in their cell, with a guard on the door. The mystif looked grim.
"N"ashap"s revenge," it said, nodding towards the guard. "I think we"ve outstayed our welcome."
Gentle recounted his conversation with Aping and the meeting with Huzzah.
"So the law prohibits proprieties, does it? That"s a piece of legislation I hadn"t heard about."
"The way she talked about the Cradle Lady-"
"Her mother, presumably."
"Why do you say that?"
"She"s frightened and she wants her mother. Who can blame her? And what"s a Cradle Lady if not a mother?"
"I hadn"t thought of it that way," Gentle said. "I"d supposed there might be some literal truth to what she was saying."
"I doubt it."
"Are we going to take her with us or not?"
"It"s your choice, of course, but I say absolutely not."
"Aping said he"d help us if we took her."
"What"s his help worth, if we"re burdened with a child? Remember, we"re not going alone. We"ve got to get Scopique out too, and he"s confined to his cell the way we are. N"ashap has ordered a general clamp-down."
"He must be pining for you."
Pie made a sour face. "I"m certain our descriptions are on their way to his headquarters even now. And when he gets an answer he"s going to be a very happy Oethac, knowing he"s got a couple of desperadoes under lock and key. We"ll never get out once he knows who we are."
"So we have to escape before he realizes. I just thank G.o.d the telephone never made it to this Dominion."
"Maybe the Autarch banned it. The less people talk, the less they can plot. You know, I think maybe I should try and get access to N"ashap. I"m sure I could persuade him to give us a freer rein, if I could just talk with him for a few minutes."
"He"s not interested in conversation, Pie," Gentle said. "He"d prefer to keep your mouth busy some other way."
"So you simply want to fight your way out?" Pie replied. "Use pneuma against N"ashap"s men?"
Gentle paused to think this option through. "I don"t think that"d be too clever," he said. "Not with me still weak. In a couple of days, maybe we could take them on. But not yet."
"We don"t have that long."
"I realize that."
"And even if we did, we"d be better avoiding a face-to-face conflict. N"ashap"s troops may be lethargic, but there"s a good number of them."
"Perhaps you should should see him, then, and try to mellow him a little. I"ll talk to Aping and praise his pictures some more." see him, then, and try to mellow him a little. I"ll talk to Aping and praise his pictures some more."
"Is he any good?"
"Put it this way: As a painter he makes a d.a.m.n fine father. But he trusts me, with us being fellow artists and all."
The mystif got up and called to the guard, requesting a private interview with Captain N"ashap. The man mumbled something s.m.u.tty and left his post, having first beaten the bolts on the door with his rifle-b.u.t.t to be certain they were firmly in place. The sound drove Gentle to the window, to stare out at the open air. There was a brightness in the cloud layer that suggested the suns might be on their way through. The mystif joined him, slipping its arms around his neck.
"What are you thinking?" it said.
"Remember Efreet"s mother, in Beatrix?"
"Of course."
"She told me she"d dreamt about me coming to sit at her table, though she wasn"t certain whether I"d be a man or a woman."
"Naturally you were deeply offended."
"I would have been once," Gentle said. "But it didn"t mean that much when she said it. After a few weeks with you, I didn"t give a s.h.i.t what s.e.x I was. See how you"ve corrupted me?"
"My pleasure. Is there any more to this story, or is that it?"
"No, there"s more. She started talking about G.o.ddesses, I remember. About how they were hidden away..."
"And you think Huzzah"s found one?"
"We saw acolytes in the mountains, didn"t we? Why not a Deity? Maybe Huzzah did go dreaming for her mother..."
"... but instead she found a G.o.ddess."
"Yes. Tishalulle, out there in the Cradle, waiting to rise."
"You like the idea, don"t you?"
"Of hidden G.o.ddesses? Oh, yes. Maybe it"s just the woman-chaser in me. Or maybe I"m like Huzzah, waiting for someone I can"t remember, wanting to see some face or other, come to fetch me away."
"I"m already here," Pie said, kissing the back of Gentle"s neck. "Every face you ever wanted."
"Even a G.o.ddess?"
"...ah..."
The sound of the bolts being drawn aside silenced them. The guard had returned with the news that Captain N"ashap had consented to see the mystif.
"If you see Aping," Gentle said as it left, "will you tell him I"d love to sit and talk painting with him?"
"I"ll do that."
They parted, and Gentle returned to the window. The clouds had thickened their defenses against the suns, and the Cradle lay still and empty again beneath their blanket. Gentle said again the name Huzzah had shared with him, the word that was shaped like a breaking wave.
"Tishalulle."
The sea remained motionless. G.o.ddesses didn"t come at a call. At least, not his.
He was just estimating the time that Pie had been away-and deciding it was an hour or more-when Aping appeared at the cell door, dismissing the guard from his post while he talked.
"Since when have you been under lock and key?" he asked Gentle.
"Since this morning."
"But why? I understood from the captain that you and the mystif were guests, after a fashion."
"We were."
A twitch of anxiety pa.s.sed over Aping"s features. "If you"re a prisoner here," he said stiffly, "then of course the situation"s changed."
"You mean we won"t be able to debate painting?"
"I mean you won"t be leaving."
"What about your daughter?"
"That"s academic now."
"You"ll let her languish, will you? You"ll let her die?"
"She won"t die."
"I think she will."
Aping turned his back on his tempter. "The law is the law," he said.
"I understand," Gentle replied softly. "Even artists have to bow to that master, I suppose."
"I understand what you"re doing," Aping said. "Don"t think I don"t."
"She"s a child, Aping."
"Yes. I know. But I"ll have to tend to her as best I can."
"Why don"t you ask her whether she"s seen her own death?"
"Oh, Jesu," Aping said, stricken. He began to shake his head. "Why must this happen to me?"
"It needn"t. You can save her."
"It isn"t so clear-cut," Aping said, giving Gentle a harried look. "I have my duty."
He took a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and wiped hard at his mouth, back and forth, as though a residue of guilt clung there and he was afraid it would give him away.
"I have to think," he said, going back to the door. "It seemed so easy. But now... I have to think."
The guard was at his post again when the door opened, and Gentle was obliged to let the sergeant go without having the chance to broach the subject of Scopique.
There was further frustration when Pie returned. N"ashap had kept the mystif waiting two hours and had finally decided not to grant the promised interview.
"I heard him even if I didn"t see him," Pie said. "He sounded to be roaring drunk."