The olden days were bad ones. First all of the things that make life good went away. Then for a time everything was sterile and made of not-real materials. Trees had leaves on them that were not alive and bark on them that was not alive, and they did not grow from the ground, for it was not alive either. Underfoot was hard and unyielding stuff, and between one and the sky were barriers. At first, some real air was allowed to pa.s.s through them but later, only light, and sometimes that light was not real, either. This was bad enough while it was clean and free of any tiny living things, but in time, the Earth became filthy, as well as dead. Finally, one of our kind had the sense to make certain that she and a male of her acquaintance were included in the manifest when creatures were chosen from our lands.
"What an odd story," Goat-dung said, and added severely, as the women did to her when she told them something they thought to be a lie, "That is not how the Shepherd Howling talks of old Earth."
The Shepherd Howling, the cat said, washing her long sharp claws one by one, eats his young.
Goat-dung considered this for a moment. True. Go on. Did the old male give your ancestress any details at all?"
Yes. I will tell it to you as it was told to her. Coaxtl gave a slight cough that was half a growl and began.
Long ago, in the time when our ancestors wore tawny coats, we lived in the mountains, not mountains like these all jagged and icy cold, but smooth mountains with hot and fragrant jungles most of the way up their ridges. In that time, the skies were filled with layers of leaves and fronds in which to hide.
"What"s a jungle?" Goat-dung asked.
A place of great heat and many trees, sometimes much rain and bright flowers.
"Like summer in the lowlands?"
No, for this is much hotter and lasts year-round. You would not be able to stand such heat and neither would I. Many kinds of animals and plants existed then that no longer exist, at least not here. Not yet.
"What do you mean, not yet?"
Our Home, the cat said, has plans.
"What"s the matter, Sean?" Yana asked about the fifth time she caught Sean looking back over his shoulder. Nanook had done so twice, as well.
"I dunno," he replied, shrugging his shoulders and giving her a sheepish grin. They should be safe enough with the Connellys. And we"d better get moving if we want to sleep warm tonight." His grin broadened. "Air"s cooler up here than it is down below. I"d forgot that not everywhere would be enjoying the unseasonable warmth that Kilcoole is."
Once out of the forest and on slopes covered with lichen like plants and mosses, they had to dismount and lead the ponies over several stretches where the narrow pathway daunted Yana, even habituated to rough going as she had been prior to her injury at Bremport. The curly-coats seemed oblivious to any danger, though it gave her some comfort to note that their ears wig-wagged constantly, their tails sometimes acted like propellers-for balance, the way Nanook used his-and they snorted frequently, as if exchanging information.
They got over the rocky top and down into forest again by the time it was full dark. The forest was denser than the one around Kilcoole. and the trees larger, with thicker trunks. The branches dripped constantly from the melting snow, so that it might as well have been raining. Yana was very tired, so Sean made her tend the little fire he started while he saw to the horses and then skinned the rabbits Nanook caught. The cat ate his raw, but with such relish that Yana could barely wait till theirs was cooked. At last, with Sean on one side of her and Nanook on the other, she slept warmly and dreamlessly. She awakened the next morning to the smell of coffee under her nose and the sight of a cup with its handle turned toward her. Sean slipped back into the bag, grinning at her, and they both suppressed chuckles at Nanook"s soft snores.
The morning was well advanced when, abruptly, they reached the plateau that tilted toward the other half to the Fjord. It was as if a giant ax had neatly bisected the cliff to allow the waters through a narrowing cut to the main body of the continent. The split sloped abruptly down, where a river ended its path to the sea and tumbled in a graceful, medium-sized waterfall into the end of Harrison"s Fjord.
"Who was Harrison?" Yana asked as they made their way down the incline toward smoke that rose from unseen chimneys, Nanook bounding on ahead.
"Harrison? He was one of grandfather"s old buddies. Retired here from the Dear knows where," Sean said. "He had a droll sense of humor and loved early s.p.a.ce adventure stories."
"Oh?"
"The name of the place," Sean explained, looking over his shoulder as if Yana should instantly comprehend his reference. When she obviously didn"t, he shrugged and continued his briefing. "Folks are mainly Eskirish-fishermen and boat builders."
"Boat builders?" Yana was amazed: they"d left the forested slopes behind when they"d crossed over the pa.s.s from McGee"s and the other side of the fjord was just as bare as this one. Builders of anything would have to go miles for timber.
""More than wood makes good boats,"" he said.
"By the way, Sean love," Yana began, taking her opportunity while she had it, "how many people know you"re a selkie?"
"As few as possible." But he grinned at her. Many people have seen a selkie. It can"t always have been me, because I know I wasn"t anywhere near there at that particular point in time, and so far as I know n.o.body else has my-er-versatility. Some Petaybeans have great imaginations."
"I"d noticed."
"I thought you might. We can ride now, and I"d rather we made the last leg of our journey before we lose the good light."
They mounted and proceeded at the marvelously easy pacing gait the curly-coats did so effortlessly at various speeds. Yana"s little mare kept her nose right against Sean"s gelding"s tail. The pace was rather breath taking, but she wasn"t as nervous about this as she had been on the narrow uphill climb.
Curly-coats could also stop-like right now! Only the bunching of the forehand muscles under her legs gave her warning enough to tighten her hold on the thick mane. One moment they"d been flying along, the next, dead stop! Yana measured the length of her torso on the mare"s neck before she struggled upright. Then she dismounted when she saw that Sean had . . . and was leading his pony right over the edge? No, she realized as she caught her breath. Nanook"s head was just visible to the right, and Sean was turning in that direction, too, and the trio proceeded down.
Sighing at a reluctance to repeat down what she had only recently gone up, Yana was agreeably surprised to find a broad, rutted gra.s.sy road leading down in an easy gradient, switching back and forth down the side of the cliff to the village that was Harrison"s Fjord. This trail had to have been man-made. Nanook, tail tip idly twitching, padded on ahead of them, acting advance guard as usual.
"Harrison," Sean said. ""He hated climbing, had problems with balance. I don"t know who he bribed of the original TerraB group, but he got the road done and the village settled, the harbor carved the way he wanted it."
"Where did your sister and her husband enter caves-" Yana broke off, seeing that the rock formation along the road side did not lend itself to caves.
As Sean pointed toward the waterfall, Yana was surprised to see Nanook look in the direction he was pointing and sneeze. "Near that, slightly to the left on the far side, is where the fjord cave opens."
Suddenly dogs began to bark and, while Yana made a private bet with herself, several orange cats wandered up to greet them, lifting themselves to their hind legs to exchange sniffs, nose to nose. She won. The cats immediately moved on to greet the travelers, who had undoubtedly been vouched for by Nanook.
"Wherever we go? she asked Sean, who was bending to run a hand down an orange back. Yana could hear the purr from where she was, seven paces behind.
"Not everywhere," Sean said, lightly stressing the first word, "but they get about." He stroked another one and then fondled the ears of a s.h.a.ggy black dog, with light brown and white face markings, who presented itself for similar attentions.
Going from purr to full voice, the first cat stropped itself about Yana"s ankles, and she had the oddest feeling that she was welcomed for herself and not just as Sean"s companion. She bent to scratch the cat under the chin and heard the vibrations of a renewed purr. More barking dogs came trotting up to greet them, weaving an adroit and skillful way among the cats.
"Who comes?" called a rasping ba.s.s voice.
"Sean Shongili and Yanaba Maddock!" Sean shouted back.
"Sean, is it? And his lady, no less? Thrice welcome!
Hurry on down! A gla.s.s of the warm awaits you!"
There was no way to "hurry" down, with cats and dogs insisting on sniffing, receiving caresses, and generally impeding their progress. Nanook had leapt down and disappeared, a movement that caused Yana to scrutinize the odd arrangement of the houses: each of the twelve or fourteen had been carefully inserted on an earthen terrace, with the cliff for a back wall, and the terrace jutting out far enough to provide a small garden or yard complete with benches. The houses were perched on each side of the road as it ribboned down to the final broad terrace, which was wharf, as well-and high above the fjord water. Boats were neatly propped up on racks; nets hung from racks of high poles, drying in the last of the sun. At the farthest end of this wide terrace there was a large wooden hall where, Yana supposed, boats could be built. But the water looked an awfully long way down to make Harrison"s Fjord a practical fishing port.
"Low tide," Sean said to her when he heard her exclamation of surprise. "When the tide turns, the water comes up here like a herd of running moose. Everything had better be stored high, dry, and safe. Ah, Fingaard, good to see you!" And suddenly Sean, who was no small man, was engulfed in the embrace of one of the largest men Yana had seen on this planet.
"And I, you, Shongili!" the man replied, grinning over Sean"s shoulder at Yana. "This is your woman?" And he swung away, to advance on Yana. She held her ground but had to keep looking up and up as the giant approached, until she was in danger of falling backward.
Suddenly he bent his knees so his face was on her level and placed pitchfork-sized hands on her shoulders with remarkable gentleness. He peered into her eyes, with as kindly and searching a gaze as Clodagh"s, and smiled. "Ah, yes, of course."
With one movement, he had taken the reins of the curly-coat from her, and placed his huge hand on her back like a prop against which she could safely lean during the rest of the switch back way to the village.
By then, others had emerged from their houses. Every house seemed to have its own set of stairs to reach the roadway, and another, she discovered, to get down to the next level.
"We heard you"d be coming," Fingaard said jovially. "You can tell us how to help Petaybee!"
"Fingaaaaaard, where are your manners, you great oaf?" A woman, nearly the size of him, clambered up to the road-way, smiling at Yana before she continued to berate her husband. "Drink, first: eat, second, and you"ve all the night to talk and get the needful done. Don"t mind him, missus. He means well." This was directed at Yana. A hand, not quite as large as Fingaard"s, was shoved at Yana, who gripped it, steeling herself for a viselike crush; but the fingers only pressed gently and withdrew. "I"m Ardis Sounik, and wife to Fingaard. Welcome, Yanaba Maddock."
It was no surprise to Yana to see the cats cl.u.s.tering around Ardis"s feet, somehow avoiding being trampled on or swept away by the leather skirts the woman wore. They were beautiful1y tooled with remarkable patterns, all inter-linked in a way that looked so familiar to Yana that she tried to remember what the design was called.
She didn"t have much time for coherent thought after that, because the rest of the village and there seemed to be far more people than twelve, fourteen, or even forty houses could accommodate comfortably-gathered about them. The ponies were led away, while the dogs and cats disposed themselves in places particular to them under benches, and on ledges. Sean and Yana were seated on the longest bench and given a cup of the "warm" to drink.
Her first surrept.i.tious sniff told her this was nonalcoholic, and not at all similar to Clodagh"s "blurry". Her first sip filled her mouth with flavor so skillfully blended that she couldn"t name any one taste, but the overall effect made for one of the most satisfying drinks she had ever drunk. She sipped as Sean did, sipped and savored, and tried to remember the names of the folk introduced to her. They were so glad to have visitors, so glad it was the Shongili himself who had come to tell them how to help in this emergency, for even here the planet had told them that their help was needed and they would be shown what could be done.
Yana cast a sly glance at Sean to see how he was taking that news, but he nodded as wisely as if he had been well briefed. Probably he had. So she kept on sipping.
Then there was eating. Trestle tables appeared like magic, and torches were set around so that even as daylight faded, the hastily prepared banquet remained well lit. Yana had never seen so many ways to prepare fish: poached, grilled, spread with spicy sauces, deep fried with a coating that was seasoned to perfection, pickled in a sharp liquid, a chowder with potatoes and vegetables-"the last of dried from the year gone out but well kept." And then sweets-made of fish jelly and flavored by Herb"s-and a funny thick paste that dissolved in the mouth. And more "Warm" drink.
Singing began, and before she had a chance to dread it, Yana was asked to sing her song of the debacle of Bremport, for one of the boys from Harrison"s Fjord had been there, too. Whether it was all the "warm" or not, Yana just lifted her head and sang her song, and this time she had no trouble meeting the eyes of the parents of the lad lost when she had nearly died, too. This time she knew she eased their hearts, and that eased hers, too. Maybe there would come a day when the awful nightmare of Bremport would be no more than the words of a heart-sung song.
Eventually, torches lit their way to their accommodation. Yana was so weary, it took her two attempts to get one boot off. Sean"s chuckle and her immediate supine posture told her that he would take care of her, so she helped as much as she could as he undressed her, and shoved her under warmed fur robes. The last thing she felt was his arms pulling her against him.
She had dreams that night, of wandering amid teeth, down tongues that were white, through bones that were like rib cages, yet she wasn"t afraid in that dream, merely curious as to what she would see next. And throughout the sequence, which repeated, she kept hearing murmurous voices, like singers distant and unintelligible. Yet she knew that the song was joyful and the tune uplifting, with the odd descant of what sounded very much like a purr.
As they entered the cavern, Bunny said to Krisuk, "So this is the place where Satok speaks to the planet."
"No. This is the place where he tells us what the planet says."
"But he doesn"t give anyone else a chance to talk to Petaybee?"
"Oh no," Krisuk said bitterly. "He wouldn"t do that."
"What I don"t understand is why, if your people have been in communication with Petaybee all their lives, this guy can suddenly come and shut them up," Diego said. "I mean, so maybe he gets his bluff in on the people "cause they don"t get around much and he"s a smooth talker-okay, I can accept that. But how does he shut the planet up?"
Bunny scarcely heard his last words. As she picked her way forward in echoing darkness, she suddenly felt as if she couldn"t draw a breath, as if something inside her, a presence that she always had with her, was walled away from her, withering. The sudden terrible loneliness of being without that presence was crushing. She backed away, stumbling toward the sound of Diego"s voice.
He was still talking when she reeled against him, clutching at his jacket. "Bunny? Bunny! What"s wrong?"
"Dead," she said. "It"s-dead. Out-gotta get-out!"
Alarmed, the boys helped her out of the cave. She sat down on the path, gulping to get air in her lungs. After a dozen deep inhalations of the cold wind she looked up at Krisuk.
"How can your people stand to go in there?" she demanded.
"Why? What"s wrong?"
"It"s dead, that"s what! Somehow that b.a.s.t.a.r.d has killed part of the planet."
"How could he do that?" Diego asked.
"I don"t know."
"I don"t much like the place," Krisuk said, "and everybody else is uncomfortable there, too. I hear the songs about the joys of singing with Petaybee, and I remember when I used to love to come here, and I don"t understand it. I sort of put it down to Satok"s charming personality."
Bunny shook her head. "It"s more than that. I"m surprised you didn"t feel it, too. Diego, did you?"
"Maybe," he said, frowning thoughtfully. "When I was a kid one time, a ship hauled a derelict back to our station. They put it in the cargo bay. I wanted to see what it was like and I snuck in. I couldn"t get out of there fast enough. Was that what you felt?"
"I don"t know. Maybe." Having escaped the suffocating sensation in the cave, she was too drained to describe it properly. The wind and icy rain were oddly comforting.
"I"m going back in there," Diego said suddenly. "Krisuk, maybe you should stay with Bunny."
"No." the boy said. "I"ll go, too. It"s forbidden for any of us to go in without Satok"s say-so. Some who have disobeyed have never been heard from again. But if there"s any kind of proof in there that Satok"s not who he says he is, then my word will carry more weight than an outsider"s. I don"t think my folks would give up a second kid to that creep as easy as they let Luka go."
"Will you be okay, Bunny?"
Dinah chose that moment to press her wet nose against Bunny"s ear and lick it.
"Yeah," Bunny said slowly. "Maybe I could even go back in now that it wouldn"t take me so much by surprise."
"I don"t think that"s such a good idea," Diego said, eyeing Bunny"s pale face and eyes staring wide with shock and grief. "Besides, somebody should stand guard. I wish we had a light, though- "Oh, there"s lamps in there," Krisuk said. "Come, I"ll show you."
Bunny heard their voices grow fainter as they penetrated farther into the cave. Her fingers folded Dinah"s fur and stroked her soft, pointed ears. Dinah whined and laid her head in Bunny"s lap. Bunny felt like whining herself.
The little lamp threw the boys" shadows into grotesque skeleton dances around the smooth walls of the cave room. It was a large room, but it stopped abruptly about forty feet from the entrance. "Has it always been this small?" Diego asked.
"No. There was this accident, oh, a couple of days before Satok came. It was the first latchkay we"d had here since old McConachie died. People were goin" back into the place like we"d always gone, when all of a sudden there was what sounded like an explosion, and showers of rock and dust came spewin" out after us. We all ran, but the first few people, McConachie"s family, his apprentice, they were all killed. I remember my Da and the other men diggin" for bodies. I was just a little kid then. I couldn"t understand where my friend Inny McConachie had gone. That was old Mac"s grandson, a good mate of mine."
"That"s rough," Diego said, feeling along the walls "I lost a friend not too long ago, too."
"The woman in the song.?"
"Yeah. Wait a minute. What"s this?"
"What?"
Diego"s fingers dipped into a notch and a panel slid open; reaching out, his hands touched only empty s.p.a.ce.
"How long did it take them to clean up the cave-in?"
"They didn"t. n.o.body wanted to. When Satok came, he pretended to be real sympathetic and went in to look for bodies. He brought out a couple of pieces of clothing and insisted we all go back into the cave to give a proper memorial service. I don"t know why people went along with it. Guess everybody was kind of in shock. It"s got to be about the worst thing that ever happened here."
"Not quite," Diego muttered under his breath. "Bring the light over here."
Krisuk did. The fumes from the mare"s-milk lamp stank, but the acrid odor was almost welcome in the sterility of the cave. As Krisuk raised the little lamp, it illuminated an area of clean stone floor and clean stone walls.
"There may"ve been a cave-in here," Diego said with a snort, "but someone worked real hard to tidy it all away."
"It can"t be!" Krisuk said. "The cave"s been blocked off for years. n.o.body comes in here except with Satok. Everybody"s sort of afraid of the place."
"That"s too bad," Diego mumbled, the thought coming to him like a stray line of poetry. "It should be the other way around."
"What?"
"Seems like the place had more reason to be afraid of the people-"