"Nae fer me, mistress."
"What do you think, Hound? Should I bring her in?"
With more spirit than might have been expected, Hound said, "I think we should all be open and honest for a change."
Oreb flapped his applause. "Silk talk!"
"Very well," he said, "I will begin. You know, obviously, that it was I and not Calde Silk your cook saw. It was. If you want to bring her in and have her identify me, go ahead."
Mint said, "No."
"As you wish." He was about to mention the gardener, but reflected that the old man had not betrayed him; the least he could do was to reciprocate. "You want me to tell you who your ghost is. I understand that--I"d feel the same way in your place. But she reposed her trust in me, thinking I was Patera Silk; and I intend to keep faith with her."
Bison said, "She thought you were Silk."
He nodded. "I just said so."
"So does the Prolocutor. He wants you to sacrifice in the Grand Manteion this afternoon."
"I"ve told you I"m not an augur."
Mint said, "You would be a.s.sisting him, I would imagine," and Bison nodded.
Pig pushed back his chair. "Best gang, bucky, an" yer weel nae. Bide, an" she"ll make fast."
"But we hope he will," Bison said, "and if he will there"s no reason he shouldn"t remain. I ask it as a favor to me, and to my wife."
"So do I," Mint declared.
"Gang h"or bide, bucky?" Pig"s big hand found his forearm.
He shrugged. "Bide. I"ve honored General Mint since I was a boy. I can"t refuse her now."
"Good!" Bison poured himself more wine. "Your friend Hound says we ought to be more honest, so here"s my contribution. I knew about this when you came to my office. That is to say, I knew that the Chapter has been looking for you and that it was because the Prolocutor had heard you were here and wanted you for manteion this afternoon. I didn"t want you to do it, and so--"
Hound interrupted. "Why not?"
"Because I thought he was going to tell everybody to get on landers. We"ve had too much of that already. Besides, I don"t have landers to give them. A couple, actually, but they"re not in working order. It would cost more than the city can spare to send them off." Bison sipped his wine. "But he"s not going to say that. Are you?"
"No." He sighed. "No, I"m not. I"m going to tell them what the G.o.dling told me, which is that they are to remain. That Pas--well, never mind. I"ll tell them to stay, and ask their help in finding Silk."
"Silk here," Oreb declared testily.
Mint nodded. "You said our little ghost mistook you for Calde Silk."
"Yes," he said. "She did." He recalled the gardener again and added, "It happens fairly frequently."
"I dare say. Darling, I should let you finish, but I"ll do it for you. Possibly I can save you embarra.s.sment. You were going to confess, weren"t you, that you arranged this luncheon to get our guests out of the Prolocutor"s reach? You were going to keep them here on one pretext or another until his sacrifice was over. Isn"t that right?"
Bison grunted a.s.sent.
"Very well." Mint raised a shirred oyster halfway to her mouth, then laid her fork aside. "We"ve had Horn"s honesty and my husband"s. I don"t think Oreb has to unburden his conscience. He"s been entirely open from the beginning. I"ll go next, and after that it will be Hound"s turn, and Pig"s. I intend to require it of you both, gentlemen, so be warned."
"Nae meself fashes me, mistress," Pig rumbled.
"Here then is my confession,"Mint continued. "Horn, you said our ghost mistook you for Calde Silk, and implied that our cook did as well. You say such mistakes happen often."
"Yes."He was looking around again, not for Olivine or Mucor this time, but because he wanted to see the room itself.
(I"ll never come here again, he thought. Soon we"ll go to the Grand Manteion, and I"ll a.s.sist. I don"t know where we"ll go after that, perhaps back to Ermine"s or the Juzgado, but we won"t come back here. I"ll walk out the big door, the troopers will shut it behind me, and I"ll never see this any more.) "Were you on Blue before you came here? You were sent out from there, you said, and you talk about taking Silk there."
He shook his head. "I was on Green. I spent nearly a year there; but I came there from Blue. We"ve a house--you"d call it a cottage--on the south end of Lizard Island, near the Tail. A house and a mill. I used to have a boat, too, though I"m afraid that"s gone forever."
"I must ask you this. It may be cruel. I think it is, but I have to. Were mistakes of this kind common when you were on Green? Did people there sometimes call you Silk, for example?"
He shook his head again. "I doubt that any of them had ever seen Silk--or knew his name, unless they had heard it from me."
"New Viron must have been settled by people from here. Its name implies that. There must be many people there who"ve heard of Calde Silk, and some who saw him at one time or another. Did they mistake you for Silk, Horn? Did that ever happen?"
"No," he said. And then, when no one else spoke, added, "I know what you"re going to say."
"Do you? Then why don"t you say it yourself and save me the trouble."
Oreb took up the word. "Say Silk!"
He ate instead, hoping that someone else would speak.
"Pig and Hound know. Are you aware of that? They have from the beginning. I asked Pig to push my chair, and as soon as we were out of earshot I explained to him that I had taught Horn, and seen him in my cla.s.sroom every day."
"No see!" Oreb commented. "No boy."
"My husband told me you were calling yourself Horn when we talked on our gla.s.ses, but he thought it was to deceive the men with you. He had fallen in with the imposition, and suggested I fall in with it, too. I did, but soon came to suspect that you believed it yourself. I asked Pig, and he confirmed it. You had never been trying to deceive him, Silk. Neither had you tried to deceive Hound. You have only been trying to deceive yourself, and now even that is at an end."
"You"ve never had any of the pickled pilchards," he told Pig. "Would you like a couple? I"m going to try them myself."
"Horn went." Mint"s face was grim. "He carried out the Plan of Pas, as we did not. It has cost me sleepless nights, Calde. It has cost you a great deal more, I"m afraid. Horn incurred no guilt. You would be rid of yours, if you could, just as I would prefer to be rid of mine. But you cannot rid yourself of it like this."
"Thank yer, bucky. Thank yer kin"ly."
Having added three pickled pilchards to Pig"s plate, he forked two more onto his own. "I know I look like Patera Silk, but I also know who I am," he said. "No one, not even you, Maytera, can make a man who knows who he is believe that he is someone else."
15.
HOME.
W ind in the west, but it is not much of a wind and we are on the lee side of Mucor"s Rock. We could have anch.o.r.ed in the little bay. Perhaps we should have. ind in the west, but it is not much of a wind and we are on the lee side of Mucor"s Rock. We could have anch.o.r.ed in the little bay. Perhaps we should have.
Shadow for us, while all around us the blue water dances in the last light.
We set out from New Viron at first light--Hide, Vadsig, Jahlee, and I. Hide and I would be crew enough for this yawl, and I honestly believe I could manage it alone if I had to, but Vadsig is as good as a third man (far better than some men I have seen) and even Jahlee helped. This west wind was just what we wanted for our south-southwest course; we set both jibs and spread a three-cornered main topsail between the gaff and the maintop--all this over and above the mainsail and the jigger--and fairly flew. I believe I wrote earlier that the yawl was not as fast as my old sloop. I may not have allowed sufficiently for its ability to carry sail.
Here I should say that Hide has found a bonnet for one of the jibs. He is anxious to try it; so I suppose we will on the trip home, if the weather is still good.
"Hus back!" announced Oreb. I looked around the yawl, then saw Babbie swimming from the island. He had gone ash.o.r.e, and Mucor asked to keep him for a while. She is finished with him, I suppose. I wish I knew what she did.
We poled through the cleft about midafternoon, the sides sc.r.a.ping rock. No doubt there have been other boats in the tiny harbor since I sailed out of it in the sloop, but they left no evidence of their visits--it seemed precisely as I left it, with a few scales still on the flat stone where the fish jumped for Mucor. Hide wanted Vadsig to stay behind to watch the yawl; she wanted to go ash.o.r.e, and both appealed to me.
"The women"s hut is at the top," I explained to them. "I"ve made the climb before and have no wish to make it again. You may all go. I"ll take care of the boat."
There was a flurry of expostulations.
"You"re mistaken," I told them, "when you say Mucor does not know you. Believe me, she knows all of you almost as well as she knows me. You"ll have to introduce yourselves to Maytera Marble, and explain who you are, but there should be no difficulty about that. Tell her I"m in the boat and eager to speak with her, and ask her come down if that is convenient."
Hide wanted to know whether to take his slug gun. I told him to take it if made him feel more secure, but that I doubted he would need it. He took it; and Vadsig had her needler in the pocket of her skirt. Babbie, who has been guarding the yawl for us while it was tied to the pier in New Viron, seemed to believe I would not allow him ash.o.r.e. When I told him it was all right, that he could go with the young people if he wanted, he was overjoyed.
It was just after we left that I thought I saw her among the sunlit waves. I have said nothing to the others, and it was only for a moment. Very likely I was mistaken.
Maytera Marble came down. Oreb saw her before I did, and flew up to guide her, perching upon her shoulder and exclaiming, "Silk here!" or "In boat!" every step or two. It seemed terrible to disappoint her as I knew I must, so I postponed identifying myself as long as possible.
"Patera?" Groping, Maytera found our mooring line.
I was already poling the yawl nearer. "You don"t have to climb aboard," I told her. "I"m getting off."
"You--you . . . Oh! Oh, Patera. I . . . It would be so good, so very, very good to see you, Patera."
I stepped to sh.o.r.e, getting only a little wet, and caught her by the shoulders. I made her look up, and turn so sunlight fell upon the thousand minute mechanisms of her face, thinking that it would be difficult to insert the new eye, readying myself and her. By that time, she must surely have guessed what I was about. "Horn? I asked Horn. Such a good boy! Did he . . . Did he tell you . . . Did Horn happen to mention, Patera, I mean it wasn"t important, but . . . Oh! Oh, oh! Oh, Scylla!"
That last sticks in my mind. I remember everything vividly, and the joy in her voice most vividly of all. I won"t describe the way her hands--her whole spare frame--shook, or the way she hugged me, or the dance she did there on the rocks, a dance so wild it frightened Oreb, or the way she hugged me again and even picked me up like a child when her dance was done. I would describe my own joy, if I could. I cannot.
But, "Oh, Scylla!" "Oh, Scylla!"
It resonates in a way that nothing else does. It is no more vivid, yet it is colored as the other memories are not. They are wonderful and warm, and I shall treasure them always; but if ever a time comes when I must justify my existence--when I must account for the s.p.a.ce I have occupied, the food I have eaten, and the air I have breathed--I will tell about Maytera"s eye first of all. I doubt that I will have to tell anything else.
Supper cooked by Vadsig and very good indeed, considering what she has to work with. Hide is fishing and promises fresh fish for breakfast, though he has caught nothing so far.
"Going tomorrow we are, mysire?" asked Vadsig.
"Tomorrow I must talk with Maytera Marble alone," I told her. "I don"t think that will be difficult, and it shouldn"t take long. After that we"ll leave, weather permitting."
Jahlee joined us. "You talked to her alone today. You didn"t think that business about staying behind to watch the boat fooled me, did you?"
I protested that I had not been trying to fool anyone.
"You made me climb way up there, and you know my legs aren"t strong."
Vadsig was surprised. "The witch to see you did not wish?"
Jahlee shook her head vehemently.
"Behind she stayed, mysire. More she cannot go, she said. All right, we said, and up the steep path we climbed. To the top we got, and there she is."
"I climbed the rocks instead of the path. I told you. It was much quicker, but much more dangerous."
Jahlee looked to me, plainly in need of rescue, and I said, "I remained behind for two reasons, neither of which had to do with fooling anyone. First, Hide was worried about the boat, and would have stayed behind himself--so I feared--if no one else would do it. I wanted him to meet Mucor face-to-face, to speak with her and to gain her friendship if he could."
Jahlee said, "She knows me already, and I know her."
"I was aware of it. Also that Hide would continue to be uneasy about the boat if you were the only one who remained behind. In addition, I wanted to speak with Maytera in private."
Vadsig said, "So her sight you might give, mysire?"
I shook my head. "I would gladly have done that before thousands. So I could tell her how I was able to do it."
"No bad!" Oreb dropped from the rigging to my shoulder to tug my hair. "Give bird!"
"Oh, I"m not so down as all that," I told him.
"Bird take! Make nest!"
"Aren"t I bald enough for you already?"
"Not bald at all you are, mysire." Poor Vadsig looked as puzzled as she had made me feel; I ran my fingers through my hair (it is getting much too long) and conceded that I was not.
"You wanted to be alone with that metal woman. What do we call them?"
"Chems," I told Jahlee.