A beefy, prosperous-looking man nearly as tall as Patera
Silk had been pounding the panels with the carved handle of his walking stick.
"May every G.o.d favor you this morning," Maytera Marble said. "How may I serve you?"
"My name"s Blood," he announced. "I"m looking at the property. I"ve already seen the garden and so on, but the other buildings are locked. I"d like you to take me through them, and show me this one."
"I couldn"t possibly admit you to our cen.o.by," Maytera Marble said firmly. "Nor could I permit you to enter the manse alone. I"ll be happy to show you through our mante-ion and this palaestra-provided that you have a valid reason for wishing to see them."
Blood"s red face became redder still. "I"m checking the condition of the buildings. All of them need a lot of work, from what I"ve seen outside."
Maytera Marble nodded. "That"s quite true, I"m afraid, although we do everything that we can. Patera Silk"s been repairing the roof of the manteion. That was most urgent Is it true-"
Blood interrupted her. "The cen.o.by-is that the little house on Silver Street?"
She nodded.
*The manse is the one where Silver Street and Sun come together? The little three-cornered house at the west end of the garden?"
"That"s correct. Is it true, then, that diis entire property is to be sold? That"s what some of the children have been saying."
Blood eyed her quizzically. "Has Maytera Rose heard about it?"
"I suppose she"s heard the rumor, if that"s what you mean. I haven"t discussed it with her."
Blood nodded, a minute inclination of his head that probably escaped his own notice. "I didn"t tell that tow-
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headed butcher of yours. He looked like the sort to make trouble. But you tell Maytera Rose that the rumor"s true, you hear me? Tell her it"s been sold already, sib. Sold
to me."
We"ll be gone before the snow flies, Maytera Marble thought, hearing her future and all their futures hi Blood"s tone. Gone before winter and living somewhere else, where Sun Street will be just a memory.
Blessed snow to cool her thighs; she pictured herself sitting at peace, with her lap full of new-fallen snow.
Blood added, "Tell her my name."
Chapter 2.
THE SACRIFICE.
As it was every day except Scylsday, "from noon until the sun can be no thinner," the market was thronged. Here all the produce of Viron"s fields and gardens was displayed for sale or barter, yams, arrowroot, and hill-country potatoes; onions, scallions, and leeks; squashes yellow, orange, red, and white; sun-starved asparagus; beans black as night or spotted like hounds; dripping watercresses from the shrinking rivulets that fed Lake Limna; lettuces and succulent greens of a hundred sorts; and fiery peppers; wheat, millet, rice, and barley, maize yellower than its name, and white, blue, and red as well, spilling, leaking, and overflowing from baskets, bags, and earthenware pots-this though Patera Silk noted with dismay that prices were higher than he had ever seen them, and many of the stunted ears were missing grains.
Here still despite the drought were dates and grapes, oranges and citrons, pears, papayas, pomegranates and little red bananas; angelica, hyssop, licorice, cicely, cardamom, anise, basil, mandrake, borage, marjoram, mullein, parsley, saxifrage, and scores of other herbs.
Here perfumers waved lofty plumes of dyed pampas gra.s.s to strew the overheated air with fragrances matched to every conceivable feminine name; and here those fra-
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grances warred against the savory aromas of roasting meats and bubbling stews, the stinks of beast and men and of the excrements of both. Sides of beef and whole carca.s.ses of pork hung here from cruel-looking hooks of hammered iron; and here (as Silk turned left in search of those who dealt in live beasts and birds) was the rich harvest of the lake: gap-mouthed fish with silver sides and starting eyes, mussels, writhing eels, fretful black crawfish with claws like pliers, eyes like rubies, and fat tails longer than a man"s hand; sober gray geese, and ducks richly dressed in brown, green, black, and that odd blue so seldom seen elsewhere that it is called teal. Folding tables and thick polychrome blankets spread on the trampled, uneven soil held bracelets and ornamental phis, flashing rings and cascading necklaces, graceful swords and straight-bladed, double-edged knives with grips of rare hardwoods or colored leathers, and hammers, axes, froes, and scutches.
Swiftly though he shouldered his way through die crowd, greatly aided by his height, his considerable strength, and his sacred office, Silk lingered to watch as a nervous green monkey picked fortunes for a cardbit, and to see a weaver of eight or nine tie the ten thousandth knot in a carpet, her hands working, as it seemed, without reference to her idle, empty little face.
And at all times, whether he stood watching or pushed through the crowd, Silk looked deep into the eyes of those who had come to buy or sell, and tried to look into their hearts, too, reminding himself (whenever such prompts were needed) that each was treasured by Pas. Great Pas, with an understanding far beyond that of mere men, accounted this faded housewife with her basket on her arm more precious than any figurine carved from ivory; this sullen, pockmarked boy (so Silk thought of him, though the youth was only a year or two the younger), standing ready to s.n.a.t.c.h a bra.s.s earring or an egg, worth more than
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all the goods that all such boys might ever hope to steal. Pas had built the whorl for Men, and not made men, or women, or children, for the whorl.
"Caught today!" shouted half a dozen voices, by the goodwill of Melodious Molpe or the accident of innumerable repet.i.tions for once practically synchronized. Following the sound, Silk found himself among the sellers he sought Hobbled deer reared and plunged, their soft brown eyes wild with fright; a huge snake lifted its flat, malevolent head, hissing like a kettle on the stove; live salmon gasped and splashed in murky, gla.s.s-fronted tanks; pigs grunted, lambs baaed, chickens squawked, and milling goats eyed pa.s.sersby with curiosity and sharp suspicion. Which of these, if any, would make a suitable gift of thanks to the Outsider? To that lone nebulous G.o.d, mysterious, beneficent, and severe, whose companion he had been for a time that had seemed less than an instant and longer than centuries? Motionless at the edge of the seething crowd, one leg pressed against the unpeeled poles that confined the goats, Silk ransacked the whole store of dusty knowledge he had acquired widi so much labor during eight years at the schola; and found nothing.
On the other side of the goat pen, a well-marked young donkey trotted in a circle, reversing direction each time its owner clapped, bowing (a foreleg stretched forward, its wide forehead in the dust) when he whistled. Such a trained animal, Silk reflected, would make a superb sacrifice to any G.o.d; but the donkey"s price would be nearer thirty cards than diree.
A fatted ox recalled the prosperous-looking man called Blood, and Blood"s three cards might well obtain it after a session of hard bargaining. Many augurs chose such victims whenever they could, and what remained after die sacrifice would supply the palaestra"s kitchen for at least a week, and feed Maytera Rose, Maytera Mint, and himself
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like so many commissioners as well; but Silk could not believe that a mutilated and stall-fed beast, however sumptuous, would be relished by a G.o.d, nor did he himself often indulge in meats of any kind.
Lambs, unrelieved black for Stygian Tartaros, Deathly Hierax, and Grim Phaea, purest white for the remainder of the Nine, were the sacrifices most frequently mentioned in the Chrasmologic Writings; but he had offered several such lambs already without attracting a divine presence to the Sacred Window. What sort of thanks would such a lamb- or even an entire flock of such lambs, for Blood"s cards put a sizable flock within his reach-be now to the veiled G.o.d who had, unbribed, so greatly favored him today?
This dog-headed ape, trained to light its master"s way with cresset or lantern, and (according to a badly lettered placard) to defend him from footpads and a.s.sa.s.sins, would cost at least as much as the donkey. Shaking his head, Silk walked on.
A Flier-perhaps the same Flier-sailed serenely overhead, his widespread, gauzy wings visible now, his body a dark cross against the darkening streak of the sun. The burly, bearded man beside Silk shook his fist, and several persons muttered maledictions.
"Don"t n.o.body ever want it to rain," the nearest of the sellers of beasts remarked philosophically, "but everybody wants to go on eatin"."
Silk nodded his agreement- "The G.o.ds smile on us, my son, or so it is written. It"s a wonder they don"t laugh aloud."
"Do you think they"re really spyin" on us, Patera, the way the Ayuntamiento keeps tellin" us? Or do they bring on rain? Rain and storms, that"s what my old father used to say, and his before him. I"ve noticed myself that it"s true pretty often. Lord Pas must know that we could use some these days."
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"I really don"t know," Silk confessed. "I saw one around noon today, and it hasn"t rained yet. As for spying upon Viron, what could a Flier see here that any foreign traveler couldn"t?"
"Nothin* I know about." The seller spat. "That"s supposed to bring on rain, too, Patera. Let"s hope it works this time. Lookin" for a good sacrifice, are you?"