Even while I spoke, however, my attention was drawn from the words I p.r.o.nounced to the vast bulk of the ship of the Hierodules, which was directly overhead now that I was past the wall. Staring up at it gave me the same feeling of dislocation I have sometimes had on looking down through the double curve of a magnifying gla.s.s; the convex underside of that ship had the look of something alien not only to the world of human beings, but to all the visible world.
"Oh, yes," Dr. Talos said. "Baldanders has your trinket, I believe. Or rather, he had it and has stuck it away somewhere. I"m sure he"ll give it back to you."
From inside the round tower that appeared (though it could not possibly have done so) to support the ship, there came faintly a lonely and terrible sound that might have been the howling of a wolf. I had heard nothing like it since I had left our own Matachin Tower; but I knew what it was, and I said to Dr. Talos, "You have prisoners here."
He nodded. "Yes. I"m afraid I"ve been too busy to feed the poor creatures today, what with everything." He waved vaguely toward the ship overhead. "You don"t object to meeting cacogens, I hope, Severian? If you want to go in and ask Baldanders for your jewel, I"m afraid you"ll have to. He"s in there talking to them." I said I had no objection, though I am afraid I shuddered inwardly as I said it.
The doctor smiled, showing above his red beard the line of sharp, bright teeth I recalled so well. "That"s wonderful. You were always a wonderfully unprejudiced person. If I may say so, I suppose your training has taught you to take every being as he comes."
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE - OSSIPAGO, BARBATUS, AND FAMULIMUS.
AS IS COMMON in such pele towers, there was no entrance at ground level. A straight stair, narrow, steep, and without railings, led to an equally narrow door some ten cubits above the pavement of the courtyard. This door stood open already, and I was delighted to see that Dr. Talos did not close it after us. We went through a short corridor that was, no doubt, no more than the thickness of the tower wall and emerged into a room that appeared (like all the rooms I saw within that tower) to occupy the whole of the area available at its level. It was filled with machines that seemed to be at least as ancient as those we had in the Matachin Tower at home, but whose uses were beyond my conjecture. At one side of this room another narrow stair ascended to the floor above, and at the opposite side a dark stairwell gave access to whatever place it was in which the howling prisoner was confined, for I heard his voice floating from its black mouth.
"He has gone mad," I said, and inclined my head toward the sound. Dr. Talos nodded. "Most of them are. At least, most of those I"ve examined. I administer decoctions of h.e.l.lebore, but I can"t say they seem to do much good."
"We had clients like that in the third level of our oubliette, because we were forced to retain them by the legalities; they had been turned over to us, you see, and no one in authority would authorize their release."
The doctor was leading me toward the ascending stair. "I sympathize with your predicament."
"In time they died," I continued doggedly. "Either by the aftereffects of their excruciations or from other causes. No real purpose was served by confining them."
"I suppose not Watch out for that gadget with the hook. It"s trying to catch hold of your cloak."
"Then why do you keep him? You aren"t a legal repository in the sense we were, surely."
"For parts, I suppose. That"s what Baldanders has most of this rubbish for." With one foot on the first step, Dr. Talos turned to look back at me. "You remember to be on your good behavior now. They don"t like to be called cacogens, you know. Address them as whatever it is they say their names are this time, and don"t refer to slime. In fact, don"t talk of anything unpleasant. Poor Baldanders has worked so hard to patch things up with them after he lost his head at the House Absolute. He"ll be crushed if you spoil everything just before they leave."
I promised to be as diplomatic as I could.
Because the ship was poised above the tower, I had supposed that Baldanders and its commanders would be in the uppermost room. I was wrong. I heard the murmur of voices as we ascended to the next floor, then the deep tones of the giant, sounding, as they so often had when I was traveling with him, like the collapse of some ruinous wall far off.
This room held machines too. But these, though they might have been as old as those below, gave the impression of being in working order; and moreover, of standing in some logical though impenetrable relation to one another, like the devices in Typhon"s hall. Baldanders and his guests were at the farther end of the chamber, where his head, three times the size of any ordinary man"s, reared above the clutter of metal and crystal like that of a tyrannosaur over the topmost leaves of a forest. As I walked toward them, I saw what remained of a young woman who might have been a sister of Pia"s lying beneath a shimmering bell jar. Her abdomen had been opened with a sharp blade and certain of her viscera removed and positioned around her body. It appeared to be in the early stages of decay, though her lips moved. Her eyes opened as I pa.s.sed her, then closed again.
"Company!" Dr. Talos called. "You won"t guess who." The giant"s head swung slowly around, but he regarded me, I thought, with as little comprehension as he had when Dr. Talos had awakened him that first morning in Nessus.
"Baldanders you know," the doctor continued to me, "but I must introduce you to our guests."
Three men, or what appeared to be men, rose graciously. One, if he had been truly a human being, would have been short and stout. The other two were a good head taller than I, as tall as exultants. The masks all three wore gave them the faces of refined men of middle age, thoughtful and poised; but I was aware that the eyes that looked out through the slits in the masks of the two taller figures were larger than human eyes, and that the shorter figure had no eyes at all, so that only darkness was visible there. All three were robed in white.
"Your Worships! Here"s a great friend of ours, Master Severian of the torturers. Master Severian, let me present the honorable Hierodules Ossipago, Barbatus, and Famulimus. It"s the labor of these n.o.ble personages to inculcate wisdom in the human race- here represented by Baldanders, and now, yourself." The being Dr. Talos had introduced as Famulimus spoke. His voice might have been wholly human save that it was more resonant and more musical than any truly human voice I have ever heard, so that I felt I might have been listening to the speech of some stringed instrument called to life. "Welcome," it sang. "There is no greater joy for us, than greeting you, Severian. You bow to us in courtesy, but we to you will bend our knees." And he did briefly kneel, as did both the others.
Nothing he could possibly have said or done could have astounded me more, and I was too much taken by surprise to offer any reply. The other tall cacogen, Barbatus, spoke as a courtier might to fill the silence of an otherwise embarra.s.sing gap in the conversation. His voice was deeper than Famulimus"s, and seemed to have something soldierly in it. "You are welcome here-very welcome, as my dear friend has said, and all of us have tried to indicate. But your own friends must remain outside as long as we are here. You know that, of course. I mention it only as a matter of form." The third cacogen, in a tone so deep that one felt rather than heard it, muttered, "It doesn"t matter," and as though he feared I might see the empty eye slits of his mask, turned and made a show of staring out the narrow window behind him.
"Perhaps it doesn"t, then," Barbatus said. "Ossipago knows best, after all."
"You have friends here then?" Dr. Talos whispered. It was a peculiarity of his that he seldom spoke to a group as most people do, but either addressed a single individual in it almost as though he and the other were alone, or else orated as if to an a.s.sembly of thousands.
"Some of the islanders gave me an escort," I said, trying to put the best face I could on things. "You must know of them. They live on the floating ma.s.ses of reeds in the lake."
"They are rising against you!" Dr. Talos told the giant. "I warned you this would happen." He rushed to the window through which the being called Ossipago seemed to look, shouldering him to one side, and stared out into the night. Then, turning toward the cacogen, he knelt, seized his hand, and kissed it. This hand was quite plainly a glove of some flexible material painted to resemble flesh, with something in it that was not a hand.
"You will help us, Worship, will you not? You have fanta.s.sins aboard your ship, surely. Once line the walls with horrors, and we will be safe for a century."
In his slow voice, Baldanders said, "Severian will be the victor. Else why did they kneel to him? Though he may die, and we may not. You know their ways, Doctor. The looting may disseminate knowledge."
Dr. Talos turned upon him furiously. "Did it before? I ask you!"
"Who can say, Doctor?"
"You know it did not. They are the same ignorant, superst.i.tious brutes they have always been!" He whirled again. "n.o.ble Hierodules, answer me. You must know, if anyone does." Famulimus gestured, and I was never more aware of the truth behind his mask than I was at that moment, for no human arm could have made the motion his did, and it was a meaningless motion, conveying neither agreement nor disagreement, neither irritation nor consolation.
"I will not speak of all the things you know," he said. "That those you fear have learned to overcome you. It may be true that they are simple still; still, something carried home may make them wise." He was addressing the doctor, but I could contain myself no longer and said, "May I ask what you"re talking about, sieur?"
"I speak of you, of all of you, Severian. It cannot harm you now, that I should speak."
Barbatus interjected, "Only if you don"t do it too freely."
"There is a mark they use upon some world, where sometimes our worn ship finds rest at last. It is a snake with heads at either end. One head is dead-the other gnaws at it."
Without turning from the window, Ossipago said, "That is this world, I think."
"No doubt Camoena could reveal its home. But then, it doesn"t matter if you know it. You will understand me the more clearly. The living head stands for destruction. The head that does not live, for building. The former feeds upon the latter; and feeding, nourishes its food. A boy might think that if the first should die, the dead, constructive thing would triumph, making his twin now like himself. The truth is both would soon decay." Barbatus said, "As so often, my good friend is less than clear. Are you following him?"
"I am not!" Dr. Talos announced angrily. He turned away as if in disgust and hurried down the stair.
"That does not matter," Barbatus told me, "since his master does." He paused as though waiting for Baldanders to contradict him, then continued, still addressing me. "Our desire, you see, is to advance your race, not to indoctrinate it."
"Advance the sh.o.r.e people?" I asked.
All this time, the waters of the lake were murmuring their nightgrief through the window. Ossipago"s voice seemed to blend with it as he said, "All of you..."
"It is true then! What so many sages have suspected. We are being guided. You watch over us, and in the ages of our history, which must seem no more than days to you, you have raised us from savagery." In my enthusiasm, I drew out the brown book, still somewhat damp from the wetting I had given it earlier in the day, despite its wrappings of oiled silk. "Here, let me show you what this says: "Man, who is not wise, is yet the object of wisdom. If wisdom finds him a fit object, is it wise in him to make light of his folly?"
Something like that."
"You are mistaken," Barbatus told me. "Ages are aeons to us. My friend and I have dealt with your race for less than your own lifetime."
Baldanders said, "These things live only a score of years, like dogs." His tone told me more than is written here, for each word fell like a stone dropped down some deep cistern.
I said, "That cannot be."
"You are the work for which we live," Famulimus explained. "That man you call Baldanders lives to learn. We see that he h.o.a.rds up past lore-hard facts like seeds to give him power. In time he"ll die by hands that do not store, but die with some slight gain for all of you. Think of a tree that splits a rock. It gathers water, the sun"s lifebringing heat... and all the stuff of life for its own use. In time it dies and rots to dress the earth, that its own roots have made from stone. Its shadow gone, fresh seeds spring up; in time a forest flourishes where it stood."
Dr. Talos emerged again from the stairwell, clapping slowly and derisively.
I asked, "You have left them these machines, then?" I was acutely conscious, as I spoke, of the eviscerated woman mumbling beneath her gla.s.s somewhere behind me, a thing that once would not have bothered the torturer Severian in the least.
Barbatus said, "No. Those he found, or constructed for himself. Famulimus said that he wished to learn, and that we saw to it that he did, not that we taught him. We teach no one anything, and only trade such devices as are too complex for your people to duplicate." Dr. Talos said, "These monsters, these horrors, do nothing for us. You"ve seen them-you know what they are. When my poor patient ran wild through them in the theater of the House Absolute, they nearly killed him with their pistols."
The giant shifted in his great chair. "You need not feign sympathy, Doctor. It suits you badly. Playing the fool while they looked on..." His immense shoulders rose and fell. "I shouldn"t have let it overcome me. They"ve agreed now to forget."
Barbatus said, "We could have killed your creator easily that night, as you know. We burned him only enough to turn aside his charges." I recalled then what the giant had told me when we parted in the forest beyond the Autarch"s gardens-that he was the doctor"s master. Now, before I had time to consider what I was doing, I seized the doctor"s hand. Its skin seemed as warm and living as my own, though curiously dry. After a moment he jerked away.
"What are you?" I demanded, and when he did not answer, I turned to the beings who called themselves Famulimus and Barbatus.
"Once, sieurs, I knew a man who was only partly human flesh..." They looked toward the giant instead of replying, and though I knew their faces were only masks, I felt the force of their demand.
"A homunculus," Baldanders rumbled.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR - MASKS.
THE RAIN CAME as he spoke, a cold rain that struck the rude, gray stones of the castle with a million icy fists. I sat down, clampingTerminus Estbetween my knees to keep them from shaking.
"I had already concluded," I said with as much self-possession as I could summon, "that when the islanders told me of a small man who paid for the building of this place, they were speaking of the doctor. But they said that you, the giant, had come afterward."
"I was the small man. The doctor came afterward." A cacogen showed a dripping, nightmare face at the window, then vanished. Possibly he had conveyed some message to Ossipago, though I heard nothing. Ossipago spoke without turning. "Growth has its disadvantages, though for your species it is the only method by which youth can be reinstated."
Dr. Talos sprang to his feet. "We will overcome them! He has put himself in my hands."
Baldanders said, "I was forced to. There was no one else. I created my own physician."
I was still attempting to regain my mental balance as I looked from one to the other; there was no change in the appearance or manner of either. "But he beats you," I said. "I have seen him."
"Once I overheard you while you confided in the smaller woman. You destroyed another woman, whom you loved. Yet you were her slave."
Dr. Talos said, "I must get him up, you see. He must exercise, and it is a part of what I do for him. I"m told that the Autarch-whose health is the happiness of his subjects-has an isochronon in his sleeping chamber, a gift from another autarch from beyond the edge of the world. Perhaps it is the master of these gentlemen here. I don"t know. Anyway, he fears a dagger at his throat and will let no one near him when he sleeps, so this device tells the watches of his night. When dawn comes, it rouses him. How then should he, the master of the Commonwealth, permit his sleep to be disturbed by a mere machine? Baldanders created me as his physician, as he told you. Severian, you"ve known me some time. Would you say I was much afflicted with the infamous vice of false modesty?" I managed a smile as I shook my head.
"Then I must tell you that I am not responsible for my virtues, such as they are. Baldanders wisely made me all that he is not, so that I might counterweight his deficiencies. I am not fond of money, for example. That"s an excellent thing for the patient, in a personal physician. And I am loyal, to my friends, because he is the first of them."
"Still," I said, "I have always been astounded that he did not slay you." It was so cold in the room that I drew my cloak closer about me, though I felt sure that the present deceptive calm could not long endure.
The giant said, "You must know why I keep my temper in check. You have seen me lose it. To have them sitting there, watching me, as though I were a bear on a chain-"
Dr. Talos touched his hand; there was something womanly in the gesture. "It"s his glands, Severian. The endocrine system and the thyroid. Everything must be managed so carefully, otherwise he would grow too fast. And then I must see that his weight doesn"t break his bones, and a thousand other things."
"The brain," the giant rumbled. "The brain is the worst of all, and the best."
I said, "Did the Claw help you? If not, perhaps it will, in my hands. It has performed more for me in a short time than it did for the Pelerines in many years."
When Baldanders"s face showed no sign of comprehension, Dr. Talos said, "He means the gem the fishermen sent. It is supposed to perform miraculous cures."
At that Ossipago turned to face us at last. "How interesting. You have it here? May we see it?"
The doctor looked anxiously from the cacogen"s expressionless mask to Baldanders"s face and back again as he said, "Please, Your Worships, it is nothing. A fragment of corundum." In all the time since I had entered this level of the tower, none of the cacogens had shifted his place by more than a cubit; now Ossipago crossed to my chair with short, waddling steps. I must have recoiled from him, for he said, "You need not fear me, though we do your kind much hurt. I want to hear about this Claw, which the homunculus tells us is only a mineral specimen." When I heard him say that, I was afraid that he and his companions would take the Claw from Baldanders and carry it to their own home beyond the void, but I reasoned that they could not do so unless they forced him to produce it, and that if they did that, it might be possible for me to gain possession of it, which I might fail to do otherwise. So I told Ossipago all the things the Claw had accomplished while it had been in my keeping-about the uhlan on the highway, and the man-apes, and all the other instances of its power that I have already recorded here. As I spoke, the giant"s face grew harder, and the doctor"s, I thought, more anxious. When I had finished, Ossipago said, "And now we must see the wonder itself. Bring it out, please," and Baldanders rose and stalked across the wide room, making all his machines appear mere toys by his size, and at last pulled out the drawer of a little, white-topped table and took out the gem. It was more dull in his hand than I had ever seen it; it might have been a bit of blue gla.s.s. The cacogen took it from him and held it up in his painted glove, though he did not turn up his face to look at it as a man would. There it seemed to catch the light from the yellow lamps that sprouted downward from above, and in that light it flashed a clear azure. "Very beautiful," he said. "And most interesting, though it cannot have performed the feats ascribed to it."
"Obviously," Famulimus sang, and made another of those gestures that so recalled to me the statues in the gardens of the Autarch.
"It is mine," I told them. "The sh.o.r.e people took it from me by force. May I have it back?"
"If it is yours," Barbatus said, "where did you get it?" I began the task of describing my meeting with Agia and the destruction of the altar of the Pelerines, but he cut me short.
"All this is speculation. You did not see this jewel upon the altar, nor did you feel the woman"s hand when she gave it to you, if in fact she did.Where did you get it?"
"I found it in a compartment of my sabretache." It seemed that there was nothing else to say.
Barbatus turned away as though disappointed. "And you..." He looked toward Baldanders. "Ossipago has the jewel now, and he got it from you. Where did you get it?"
Baldanders rumbled, "You saw me. From the drawer of that table." The cacogen nodded by moving his mask with his hands. "You see then, Severian, his claim has become as good as yours."
"But the gem is mine and not his."
"It is not our task to judge between you; you must settle that when we are gone. But out of curiosity, which torments even such strange creatures as you believe us to be-Baldanders, will you keep it?" The giant shook his head. "I would not have such a monument to superst.i.tion in my laboratory."
"Then there should be little difficulty in effecting a settlement," Barbatus declared. "Severian, would you like to watch our craft rise? Baldanders always comes to see us off, and though he is not the type to rhapsodize over views artificial or natural, I should think myself that it must be worth seeing." He turned away, adjusting his white robes.
"Worshipful Hierodules," I said, "I would very much like to, but I want to ask you something before you go. When I arrived, you said you had no greater joy than seeing me, and you knelt. Did you mean what you said, or anything like it? Were you confusing me with someone else?"
Baldanders and Dr. Talos had risen to their feet when the cacogen first mentioned his departure. Now, though Famulimus remained to listen to my questions, the others had already begun to move away; Barbatus was mounting the stair that led to the level above, with Ossipago, still carrying the Claw, not far behind him. I began to walk too, because I feared to be separated from it, and Famulimus walked with me. "Though you did not now pa.s.s our test, I meant no less than what I said to you." His voice was like the music of some wonderful bird, bridging the abyss from a wood unattainable. "How often we have taken counsel, Liege. How often we have done each other"s will. You know the water women, I believe. Are Ossipago, brave Barbatus, I, to be so much less sapient than they?"
I drew a deep breath. "I don"t know what you mean. But somehow I feel that though you and your kind are hideous, you are good. And that the undines are not, though they are so lovely, as well as so monstrous, that I can scarcely look at them."
"Is all the world a war of good and bad? Have you not thought it might be something more?"
I had not, and could only stare.
"And you will kindly tolerate my looks. Without offense may I remove this mask? We both know it for one and it is hot. Baldanders is ahead and will not see."
"If you wish, Worship," I said. "But won"t you tell-" With a quick flick of one hand, as though with relief, Famulimus stripped away the disguise. The face revealed was no face, only eyes in a sheet of putrescence. Then the hand moved again as before, and that too fell away. Beneath it was the strange, calm beauty I had seen carved in the faces of the moving statues in the gardens of the House Absolute, but differing from that as the face of a living woman differs from her own life mask.
"Did you not ever think, Severian," she said, "that he who wore a mask might wear another? But I who wore the two do not wear three. No more untruths divide us now, I swear. Touch, Liege- your fingers on my face."
I was afraid, but she took my hand and lifted it to her cheek. It felt cool and yet living, the very opposite of the dry heat of the doctor"s skin.
"All of the monstrous masks you"ve seen us wear are but your fellow citizens of Urth. An insect, lamprey, now a dying leper. All are your brothers, though you may recoil."
We were already close to the uppermost level of the tower, treading charred wood at times-the ruin left by the conflagration that had driven forth Baldanders and his physician. When I took my hand away, Famulimus put on her mask again. "Why do you do this?" I asked.