Stone Spring

Chapter 37

"This is the wisdom of the little mothers," Arga protested. "You can"t have too many children, not too soon, not close together. It"s always been this way. For when the flood comes, or the famine, and you have to run-"

Ice Dreamer said, "It is the same in my country."

Ana said dismissively, "Yes, yes. You can only carry one child, the others must be able to run - or die. But times are different now. We of Etxelur don"t have to run anywhere. And in the meantime we lost half our number to the Great Sea, and we haven"t recovered yet, nor will we for a generation or two at this rate. We need more people, more than ever before-"

Arga snapped, "More people to build your d.y.k.es and reservoirs!"

"Exactly." Ana waved a hand. "Look where we are! We have come all this way just to beg the loan of a few lumps of muscle from the river folk. Imagine if every woman in Etxelur had a child, and then another, and another. In fifteen more years we"d have a strong cohort of workers. We could do our own work, fulfil our own dreams-"

"Your dreams," murmured Arga.

"And we wouldn"t have to use up our precious flint persuading somebody else to do it for us."

"They may not accept it," said the priest uneasily. "The people. They"ve followed you this far, Ana, but-"

"If you back me up they"ll swallow it," she said, sounding uninterested. "Just say it"s the will of the mothers. That always works."

Jurgi felt a spark of anger at her casual insults. "Take care, Ana. I am still a priest, your priest, and you should listen to what I say. You don"t see all. You don"t hear all. They come to me sometimes. They complain to me. Argue about whether the mothers really want us to do this, or that. I try to persuade them it"s so. I"m not sure if I always succeed."

Ana became thoughtful. "So, even after all these years of us working together, they still come to you without telling me?"

The priest stiffened. "The people"s relationship with the little mothers has existed as long as the world. Long before you or I were ever born."

"But the fact is there are still two centres in Etxelur. Two sources of decision-making. Or at least that"s how the people see it, evidently." She stared at him. "I think I"m going to have to do something about that."

He felt vaguely alarmed, having no idea what she might mean.

Arga was still angry at Ana. "I"m telling you the people won"t stand for it, this business of the babies. If the priest tells them they must, they"ll challenge him. That"s what I think."

"She may be right," said Ice Dreamer languidly.

Ana thought it over, and nodded. "All right. Maybe it"s too early to bring it up at this council. We"ll leave it until the autumn equinox, and give ourselves time to work out how to argue for it. But argue it we will, for I"m convinced this is the only way forward for Etxelur . . . Until next time. Now, Novu, what"s this rubbish I hear about stone from Albia?"

"It"s far from rubbish," Novu said. He shifted stiffly, and from the pile of goods beside him he produced a heavy block of stone, wrapped in skin. Unwrapped, it seemed to glow in the soft, diffuse light of the lamps. "Look at this stuff. Now, Ana, yes, it"s Pretani, and I know we have had our problems with them. But Kirike brought me this, and he thinks they are sincere, they really do just want to trade. I think we have to consider it. Just think what we could do with this - our d.y.k.es covered in this fine stone rather than my clumsy mud bricks and plaster!"

Arga said, "Once again your dreams expand. Think how many more babies we will have to conceive to build everything out of stone!"

But Ana wasn"t listening. She leaned forward and ran her hand over the stone"s smoothly worked surface.

68.

Me was prodded awake in the usual way, by a wooden spear shaft in the small of the back.

He sat up. He had barely slept. He was stiff from lying on the dew-soaked gra.s.s with the others. The tether was tight around his neck.

Above him the branches of a big spreading oak obscured the grey light of morning. But he was under the tree and not in it, for the grounders would not let the Leafy Boys climb. And this isolated tree stood in a clearing. It was agony for any Leafy Boy to be trapped down on open ground. Even when he started to move and got the stiffness out, the dread would linger.

The grounder who had prodded him walked around, kicking or poking the other Leafies. Then he paused by the side of the tree, propped his spear up against the trunk, and opened his hide trousers. Me saw his thick p.i.s.s spray in the air, bouncing off the trunk, the golden droplets oddly beautiful where they caught the light. Then the grounder walked off to where his fellows had spent the night, gathered around their fire.

The other Leafies stirred, a dozen small forms emerging from heaps of dead leaves. They were all naked, filthy, miserable, and they all had tethers tied tight around their necks, fixed to a single stake in the ground. One girl moved stiffly, and Me saw from the bruises on her thighs and small b.r.e.a.s.t.s that the grounders had come for her in the night. He had a vague memory of a disturbance, a rustling of leaves, a scream m.u.f.fled by a hand over a mouth. He had just lain still, thankful that it was not him.

Another grounder came over with a hide sack and dumped out a pile of offal, twisting grey guts. Before the grounder had turned his back the Leafies fell on it. The offal was tough and tasteless and the stomach contents were acrid, but the Leafies fought and snarled over it like pigs, their small backsides in the air, their faces red with blood. Me used his weight and strength to shove little ones aside. He was not shy; if you didn"t fight you went hungry. Sometimes the grounders let their dogs go for the food, so you had to fight them off as well.

Me saw one small boy pushed out of the feeding group. This hungry little boy had been losing the fight for food for days, and was starting to look pale, scrawny. He pawed at his tether. The grounders wet the knot by p.i.s.sing on it before tightening it, and when it dried out the rope contracted, making it impossible to pick apart even with a Leafy"s small clever fingers. If they saw the boy trying the grounders would knock out his teeth; he would live, but he"d starve.

When the food was gone, the Leafies got as far from each other as they could, and began to perform their p.i.s.ses and s.h.i.ts. Me, squatting, was ferociously thirsty, but the grounders never brought water. The Leafies would have to find what they could for themselves in the course of the day. Some days, in fact, they were left tethered where they had been during the night and not moved at all, and Me would finish the day enraged by thirst.

But today, it seemed, was not going to be one of those days.

The grounders were already moving. One of them kicked dirt over the fire. The others lifted their hide cloaks over their shoulders, and picked up their spears, and tucked knives into their skins. They started shouting, laughing, throwing punches at each other. Me, with a shudder of dread, recognised their mood. It was going to be another day of running and fighting and killing, and the grounders were getting themselves ready.

One of the grounders came over to the Leafies. He slashed through their tethers, wrapped the ropes around his wrist, and snarled at the children until they moved.

The grounders formed up and set off across the clearing at a heavy jog. The Leafies, driven ahead, ran in the horror of the open air. If one of them stumbled the reward was a kick or a prod with a stabbing spear.

But as Me ran, as always, the cold of the night worked out of his bones and muscles, his legs pumping, the breath sliding into his lungs. Me was young and healthy. He would have enjoyed the run, if not for the sheer terror of the openness, and the uncertainty of what was to come.

Before the sun was much higher in the sky they came to a landscape that was even stranger to the Leafy Boys, a place where water glimmered everywhere, in streams and ponds choked with reeds, and shallow islands rose up, and there was scarcely a sc.r.a.p of forest.

The grounders charged on, making for the bits of high ground, driving the Leafies on through mud and marsh and shallow open water. Soon Me"s bare legs were soaked, and clinging mud dragged at his feet. Huge flocks of birds rose up and flapped away, cawing their disapproval, and the air was full of noise and sprayed water. All the Leafies were terrified. But when he got the chance Me scooped up water, shook out the living things that swam in it, and sucked it down his dry throat.

One boy went down in a flooded gully, gurgling in terror. Me saw it was the little boy who hadn"t been able to fight for the food. The grounder holding the tethers had to stop and drag the boy"s scrawny body out of the murk, yelling with anger and impatience. But after a few paces the boy fell again. The handler hauled him up once more and shook him.

The boy spewed water from his mouth. He reached out to the grounder, like a baby reaching for its mother.

The handler thrust the boy into the water, driving down his neck with his strong outstretched arm. One of the other grounders called over. The handler shouted back, laughing, keeping his arm in place. When he raised his arm again the boy dangled, his tongue sticking out of his mouth, his lips blue. The grounder dropped him in the water, cut the tether with a slice of his knife, and turned to run on.

Me and the others had no choice but to follow. He knew he would never think of the boy again.

They approached one of the larger islands. There were grounders living here. Me could see houses, squat cones plastered with dried reeds, with smoke seeping out. A bigger fire burned in an open hearth, and there were stands where fish and eels were drying. Boats cl.u.s.tered, broad, flat-bottomed, some dragged up onto the dry land, some on the water where men pushed them to and fro with long poles. There were grounders everywhere, adults working in the water or loading eel on the racks or just lazing around, and children, many naked, their skinny legs muddy.

This was the target, then. The grounders and Leafies ran on without breaking stride.

A woman with a basket of fish saw them first. She just stared, for a long heartbeat. Then, yelling warnings, she dropped her basket and plunged into the water to grab one of the children.

More adults came out of the houses. Some of the men ran to a stack of weapons, like spears but with hooked points, perhaps meant for catching fish. One man, on a raft floating on the water, poled desperately to get away from the island.

All of this was too late, for the grounders were almost on them.

They let the Leafies go in first. Me scrambled up a shallow muddy beach. Children ran screaming, but Me charged through a pack of them, using his fists to slam them aside.

Soon Me and the others were in among the houses. Adults turned to face them, armed with spears and clubs. The girl who had been used during the night was close to Me, and she seemed filled with rage. She leapt at a man who was swinging a club. Me joined her, going for the man"s legs as her lithe body wrapped around his neck. The man got in one blow with his club that winded Me, but then the girl"s teeth were in his throat.

And now the grounders were on the island, roaring and laughing as they swung their weapons. Me saw one island boy armed with a spear, facing a grounder. The grounder stumbled, and the boy had a moment of advantage. But he hesitated. With a swing of the blunt end of his spear the grounder smashed the boy"s skull.

Now dogs came running through the houses, snarling and snapping, to take on the Leafies. Me got hold of a dead man"s club and swung it at the animals.

The air was filled with screams and cries, with the crunch of bone and the howling of the dogs, and the stink of blood.

69.

Shade waded to the island, with Hollow and Bark at his side, their feet and legs caked in mud.

The fighting was done. The adults were dead or subdued, the survivors bound together near the ruin of their big outdoor hearth. Shade could hear that his men were still busy with some of the women. The small children had all been killed or driven off. Some of the men were still walking around the island, throwing little carca.s.ses into the muck, and using the poles the islanders had used to push their flat-bottomed boats to shove the surviving kids back into the water, ignoring their cries and pleas.

The Leafy Boys, those who lived, had been fixed with their tethers, and had been thrown the carca.s.ses of dogs to eat. It was extraordinary to see the naked creatures rip the skin of the animals with their teeth. The islanders cowered from them.

Shade inspected one of the islanders" st.u.r.dy houses. He stepped inside its reed cover and let his eyes adjust to the dark. The big support beams were stained black with smoke and, in the middle of this marsh, had somehow been kept as dry as old bones. The posts were of oak, the right wood for the task, and must have been hauled to this soggy place from far away. He wondered how they kept the ground drained to stop the beams rotting. There was stuff on the floor, clothes, half-prepared food, a necklace of fish bones, a toy animal made of straw that looked as if it had been much played with. The people who lived here not been long gone, but were never coming back.

He went to the fire, picked out an ember glowing red hot, cupped it in a bit of hide and brought it to a wall. He knelt down and teased out dry straw from the wall, set the ember down, and began to breathe on it delicately.

"Generations old," he whispered to the house. "Parents and grandparents and great-grandparents. This very morning a family woke here, thinking it was just another day." The straw had caught; flames licked, and he stepped back. "And now it"s over."

"And that pleases you."

He turned.

Zesi stood by the door flap, silhouetted against the daylight. "The ability to destroy, on a whim. To kill, or not to kill. The most fundamental power of all. And you don"t even have to lift a finger to wield it. Feels good, doesn"t it?"

And it did, though Shade sometimes felt uneasy to admit it. What did that say about him, about the state of his own spirit? Not for the first time he wished he had a decent priest to talk this over with. Maybe he ought to do something about getting Resin off the poppy.

Smoke was already gathering in the house, so Shade followed Zesi outside, where Bark waited. Then he watched with thoughtful interest as the fire ate up the reed cover of the house, leaving only a skeleton of posts, lit up by the flames. Then the oak, too, began to burn.

He was aware of the captive islanders sitting in their loops of rope, watching apathetically.

He turned, looking around at the island, the shining water that spread around this place, the drifting boats, the banks of gravel and mud. This soggy place, in the north of Albia, was rich and populous, comparatively, and peaceful. Now its human story was over. But some of the birds were coming back, to swim on the water and to plunge for food. The birds always came back, he had observed, as soon as the human fuss was over - and the other birds, the buzzards that enjoyed human flesh, and had, he suspected, learned to follow the Pretani around.

"What a disgusting place," Bark said, wrinkling his fleshy nose. "Water. Mud. Watery mud and muddy water. Fish and eels, and not a dry sc.r.a.p of land or a decent tree anywhere."

"Much of Northland is like this," Zesi murmured.

"Well, there you are. The fight went well."

"I could see that," Shade said.

"The Leafy Boys did their job. I sometimes wonder if they"re worth all the trouble. But they cost nothing to feed and they deliver a mighty shock, especially in those first few moments of the attack."

Shade eyed the captives. Healthy adults and older children were the prize, the point of these raids. Workers and hunters. There seemed pathetically few of them as a reward for all the destruction and lost life. "Let"s get on with the breaking. Pick out the biggest man. You know the routine."

Bark grumbled as he went over to the captives, "Since I worked it out, yes, I know the routine. You." He made the chosen man stand, bound his hands tighter, and brought him before Shade.

The man was tall, strong-looking, maybe twenty, twenty-one. He was bare to the waist, and had a tattoo of the kind these people seemed to favour, an eel wrapped around his thigh. He looked at Zesi and Shade with a spark of defiance.

Zesi brought over heaps of purloined hide. She set these on the ground, and she and Shade sat, sharing a water skin.

"Kneel." Bark repeated the word in the traders" tongue. When the man did not comply Bark slammed his spear shaft into the back of the man"s knees, forcing him into a kneel, grunting with pain.

The islander lifted his head, and said something in his own tongue.

"Speak traders" tongue," Shade snapped back. "Everybody speaks the traders" tongue."

"Why?" the man said thickly. "Why have you done this? Why have you killed our children?"

"Well, the children are no use to us," Shade said, almost kindly. "What is your name?"

The man considered. "True. True, son of True."

Shade gestured at the island, the burning house. "And what do you call yourselves?"

"We are the People of the Great Eel."

Zesi laughed. "That"s new."

"We have lived here since the beginning of time, when the G.o.ds of water and land and sky fought the Great Eel at the Centre of the Earth-"

"Save it for your priest, if he lives," Shade said. "Well, you don"t live here any more. And you are no longer the People of the Great Eel. You have no name, save a name I may choose to give you. We, by the way, are the Pretani, and I am Shade. Now we will take you far from here - some of you, those who choose to live; those who defy us we will kill, and throw their bodies to the water, so that the Great Eel may feast one last time."

Zesi burst out laughing.

True looked at her as if he couldn"t believe what he was seeing. Shade thought he knew how he felt. True said, "You will take us far from here - what then?"

"You will cut stone. And then you will carry the stone, or drag it, to another place even further away."

True looked bewildered. His face was very expressive for a big man, Shade thought absently. "Stone? Like flint?"

"No. Sandstone. And not for tools. Big blocks of it."

"The other thing you might do for us is fight," Zesi said.

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