It took me a while to find my voice. "They"re beautiful," I said. My voice came out a husky whisper.
"Thank you," Tawni said. She took a step closer to the shelf and gently ran a hand down around the top of one of them. "They are unique, Stane, among all the worlds. Or at least those worlds visited by the Kailthaermil. The wood is from a tree that grows in only five places on Sagtt"a, and the crystals and metal are nearly as rare. Each calix can take a crafter a year to create."
She lowered her hand, almost reluctantly. "But the result is so beautiful. So very beautiful."
I nodded. "And this is what the Kailth take as their tribute?"
"They take a few," Tawni said. "No more than a tenth of those we make." Her face took on a slightly stubborn expression. "And for this small price they give us protection from all who would invade us, and leave us otherwise in peace. Doyou still wish to speak ill of them?"
As tributes went, I had to admit, this was a pretty minor one. "No," I conceded.
"Good." The stubbornness vanished and she smiled, the sun coming out from behind a threatening storm cloud. "Then let us go back to the village. The Elders will wish to speak with you."
I wound up spending nearly two days in Tawni"s village. Her people were amazingly open and trusting, willing to let me see anything I wanted and to answer any question I could think to ask. This group had only recently been brought to Quibsh from their world of Sagtt"a, I learned, though the Kailth had previously set up other human colonies on worlds that had the necessary volcanic activity for the calix curing process. Among the six hundred people in this colony were twelve calix artisans and twenty apprentices, of whom Tawni was apparently one of the most promising.
It was clear that there was an enormous amount we needed to learn about these people, but it was equally clear that I had neither the time nor the expertise to handle the job. So after those two days, I reluctantly told Tawni I had to leave. She thanked me again for rescuing her from her balky Scroller-which the village mechanics still hadn"t gotten working yet-extracted a promise from me to come back if I could, and offered me a parting gift.
A calix.
"No," I protested, holding the sculpture up to the sunlight. It wasn"t nearly as heavy as I would have expected, with a pleasantly tingling sensation where I held it. "Tawni, I couldn"t possibly take this. It wouldn"t be right."
"Why not?" she asked, that stubborn look of hers threatening to cloud her face again. "You are my friend. Can a friend not give a friend a gift?"
"Of course," I said. "But won"t the Kailth be angry with you?"
"Why would they?" she countered. "They will receive those they are due. They do not own all calices, Stane. Nor do they own us."
"I know, but-" I floundered. "But this is just too much. I didn"t do enough for you to justify a gift like this."
"Do you then reduce friendship to a balance of plus and minus?" she asked quietly. "That does not sound like a friendship to be cherished."
I sighed. But she had me, and we both knew it. And to be honest, I didn"t really want to give up the calix anyway. "All right," I said. "I accept, with thanks.
And I will be sure to come visit you again some day."
It was a four-day voyage back to Earth. I spent a fair amount of that time dictating my report on this new verloren colony, adding my thoughts and impressions to the running record the half-wing"s sensors had taken. I spent an equal amount of time studying the calix.
I"d seen right away, of course, the ethereal beauty that had been frozen into the sculpture. But it wasn"t until I began spending time with the calix that I.
realized that there was far more to it than I"d realized. There was the metal-work, for starters: a filigree of threads far more intricate than it had appeared at first sight. I found I could spend hours just tracing various lines from start to finish with my eyes, then seeing if I could track them backwards again without getting sidetracked by one of the other loops or branchings.
The intertwined wood fibers were just as fascinating. Virtually never the same color twice, they had a varying texture that ranged from smooth and warm to sandpapery and oddly cool. After the first day, my searching hands found two spots on opposite sides that seemed to particularly fit my palms and fingertips, and from that point on I nearly always held the calix that way.
Then there was the crystal that peeked out from the center. Like the wood and metal, it never seemed to look quite the same way twice. From one angle it would look like nothing more esoteric than a lump of quartz; from another it might seem to be pale sapphire or diamond or even delicately stained gla.s.s.
Sometimes even when I returned to the same angle the crystal would look different than it had before.
But the most enigmatic part of all was the way the calix hummed at me.
It was a day before I even noticed the sound, and two more before I finally figured out that what it was doing was resonating to the sound of my voice.
Like everything else about the sculpture, it never seemed to react quite the same way twice, though I spent a good two hours at one point talking, humming, and singing as I tried to pin down a pattern. If there was one there, I never found it.
I reached Zurich, explained my delay to Convocant Sutherlan, filed my report, and sat back to wait for the inevitable flurry of attention that the discovery of a new verloren culture would surely stir up.
The inevitable didn"t happen. Oh, there was a ripple of interest from the academic community, and a couple of government-endorsed artists stopped by to look briefly and condescendingly at the calix. But for the most part the Supreme Convocation could only come up with the political equivalent of a distracted pat on the head. With the Pindorshi situation still dominating the firstlines in the newspages, the Convocants were apparently not interested in anything so mundane as a long-lost human colony.
I can"t tell you how frustrating it was, at least at first. This was, after all, probably the only shot I would ever have at interstellar fame. But gradually I.
began to realize that all this official indifference was probably for the best.
The alternative would have meant a horde of Convocant aides and factfinders descending like locusts on Quibsh; and having worked with some of those aides, that wasn"t something I would wish on anyone. Particularly not the friendly, naive people of Tawni"s village.
So I did my best to philosophically put it behind me, decided to concentrate instead on finding a way to get back to Quibsh some day soon, and settled back to endure the remainder of my appointment.
Until the day, two weeks later, when Convocant Lantis Devaro came into the office.
The newspages painted Sutherlan as an elder statesman, and they lied. They painted Devaro as an aspiring future leader, and lied again, only in the opposite direction. To say Devaro was aspiring was like saying a Siltech Brahma bulldozer can push dirt around. Devaro was a charismatic man; clever, powerful, and almost pathologically ambitious. Rumor was that his ultimate goal was to challenge the blood-line tradition of the Dynad long enough to claim one of the two seats for himself, something that had never happened in two centuries of Dynad rule. The private backrooms consensus was that he had an even-money chance of making it.
I don"t know what exactly he came to Sutherlan"s office for that day. In hindsight, though, it was obviously just a pretext anyway. Even as he announced himself at the outer receptionist"s station his eyes were surveying the aide room; and when he emerged from Sutherlan"s private offices ten minutes later, he crossed directly to my desk.
"So," he said as I scrambled to my feet, "you"re the one."
"Sir?" I asked, not entirely sure what he meant and not daring to make any a.s.sumptions.
"The young man who discovered that new verloren group," he amplified. "Good work, that and excellent follow-up."
"Thank you, sir," I said, trying not to stutter. Praise for underlings was almost unheard of in Convocant Sutherlan"s office.
"You"re quite welcome." Devaro nodded toward the calix, sitting on a corner of my desk where I placed it every morning when I came in. "I take it that"s the sculpture you brought back?"
"Yes, sir," I said. "It"s called a calix. Uh... would you like...?"
"Thank you," he said, crossing around behind the desk. Sliding a hand beneath the calix-he was wearing informal daytime gloves, I noticed-he picked it up.
For a long moment he gazed at and into it. I stood silently, fighting the urge to plead with him to be careful. He turned it around one way and then the other, then set it back on its stand. "Interesting," he said, turning to me again.
"Your report said the Kailth accept these as part of the verlorens" tribute."
"According to Tawni, it"s all they take," I told him, breathing a little easier now that the calix was safe. "They must like art."
"Yes," he murmured, gazing at me with a thoughtful intensity that made me feel distinctly uncomfortable. "Interesting. Well, good day."
"Good day, Convocant Devaro," I said.
I watched him stride out, feeling the other aides" looks of envy on the back of my neck as I basked in the warm glow of triumph, small though it might be.
Finally, someone in authority who"d actually noted and appreciated what I"d done.
The warm glow lasted the rest of the day, through the evening, and right up until I opened my eyes the next morning.
To find the calix gone from my night table.
There were four separate reception stations along the approach to Devaro"s inner offices. I strode past all four of them without stopping, to the consternation of the various receptionists, and was about two steps ahead of Convocation Security when I shoved open the ornate doors and stomped into Devaro"s presence.
"Ah-there you are," he said before I could even get a word out. "Come in; I"ve been expecting you."
"Where is it?" I demanded, starting toward him.
"It"s perfectly safe," he a.s.sured me, his eyes shifting to a spot over my shoulder. "No, it"s all right-let him be. And leave us."
I looked behind me, to see two guards reluctantly lower their tranglers and back out of the room. "Now," Devaro said as they closed the doors. "You seem upset."
"You had my calix stolen from my apartment," I said, turning back to glare at him. "Don"t try to deny it."
His eyebrows lifted slightly, as if denial was the furthest thing from his mind.
"I had it borrowed," he corrected. "I wanted to run a few tests on it, and that seemed the quietest way to go about it."
My heart momentarily seized up. "What kind of tests? What are you doing to it?"
"It"s perfectly safe," Devaro said again, standing up. From across the office a door opened and two white-jacketed women stepped into the room. "Don"t worry, we"ll return it to you soon. While we"re waiting, we"d like to run some tests on you."
"What sort of tests?" I asked, eying the doctors warily.
"Painless ones, I a.s.sure you," Devaro said, crossing to me and taking my arm in a friendly but compelling grip. "You"ll need to sign some forms first-the doctors will show you."
"But I"m supposed to be working," I protested as he led me over to the door where the doctors waited. "Convocant Sutherlan is expecting me to be at my desk-"
"I"ve already taken care of Convocant Sutherlan," Devaro said. "Come, now.
You won"t feel a thing."
I didn"t, but that was probably only because the first thing they did when we got to the examination room was put me to sleep.
I woke to find myself lying on a rolltable moving down a deserted corridor.
There was an empty growling in my stomach, an unpleasant tingling in my fingertips and forehead, and a strange difficulty in focusing my eyes. One of the two doctors was riding along with me, watching my face as I came to, and I.
considered asking her where we were going. But I didn"t feel like talking, and anyway her expression didn"t encourage questions.
A few minutes later we pa.s.sed through a door and I found myself back in Devaro"s office. The Convocant was sitting in his chair, feet propped up informally, gazing at his desk display. "Ah-there you are," he said as the rolltable crossed to him. "That will be all, Doctor."
"Yes, sir," she said, waiting until the rolltable had come to a halt beside the desk before stepping off and disappearing back through the door.
"It"s been a long day," Devaro commented. "How are you feeling?"
"A little groggy," I said, carefully sitting up on the edge of the rolltable.
There was a moment of dizziness, but it pa.s.sed quickly. "How long was I out?"
"As I said, all day," Devaro said, nodding toward his window. To my shock, I saw it was black with night. "It"s a little after eight-thirty."
No wonder my stomach was growling. "Can I go home now?" I asked.
"You"ll want to eat first," Devaro said. "I"m having some food sent up. Tell me, have you ever had a brainscan done before?"
"I don"t think so," I said. "Is that what they did to me in there?"
"Oh, they did a little of everything," he said. "A complete brainscan, including a neural network mapping and a personality matrix profile. Do you always hold the calix at the same spots?"
"Usually," I said. "Not always. Why?"
"Did your friend Tawnikakalina ever tell you how she and her people learned Anglish?"
The abrupt changes of subject were starting to make my head hurt. "She didn"t know," I told him. "All she knew was that the Kailth had some of her group learn the language when they decided to set up a colony on Quibsh."
Devaro"s lip twisted in a grimace. "It was the Church," he said, spitting the word out like a curse. "One of those illegal little under-the-table deals they"re always making with alien governments. The Kailth apparently took a group of priestians in to Sagtt"a a few years ago to inspect the verloren colony."
"I see," I said, keeping my voice neutral. The Convocation and Church were always going head-to-head on something, usually with the Church taking the government to task for violating some basic humanitarian principle. The fact that the majority of UnEthHu citizens generally supported the Church on those issues irritated the Convocants no end. "So then you already knew about those verlorens."
"Hardly," Devaro growled. "The Church hadn"t deigned to tell us about them. I did some backtracking after your report came in and was able to put the pieces together. Tell me, how does the calix make you feel?"
Another abrupt change of topic. With an effort, I tried to think. "It"s soothing, mostly. Helps me relax when I"m tense."
"Does it ever do the opposite?" he asked. "Invigorate you when you"re tired?"
"Well..." I frowned. "Actually, yes. It does, sometimes."
"In other words," Devaro said, his eyes hard on me, "it creates two completely opposite effects. Doesn"t that strike you as a little strange?"
It was odd, come to think about it. "I suppose so," I said, a little lamely.
"I.
guess I just a.s.sumed it was mirroring my moods somehow."
He smiled, a tight humorless expression. "Not mirroring them," he said softly.
"Creating them."
The skin on the back of my neck began to crawl. "What do you mean?"
He reached over and swiveled his desk display around to face me. There was a graph there, with a bewildering array of multicolored curves. "We did a full a.n.a.lysis of the calix," he said. "Paying particular attention to the places where you say you always hold it. We took some five-micron core samples from the wood fibers there; and it turns out they have an interesting and distinctive substratum chemical composition."