The Lost Gate

The Lost Gate.

by Orson Scott Card.

1.

DREKKA.

Danny North grew up surrounded by fairies, ghosts, talking animals, living stones, walking trees, and G.o.ds who called up wind and brought down rain, made fire from air and drew iron out of the depths of the earth as easily as ordinary people might draw up water from a well.

The North family lived on a compound in a sheltered valley in western Virginia, and most of them never went to town, for it was a matter of some shame that G.o.ds should now be forced to buy supplies and sell crops just like common people. The Family had spliced and intertwined so often over the centuries that almost all adults except one"s own parents were called Aunt and Uncle, and all the children were lumped together as "the cousins."

To the dozens and dozens of North cousins, "town" was a distant thing, like "ocean" and "s.p.a.ce" and "government." What did they care about such things, except that during school hours, Auntie Tweng or Auntie Uck would rap them on the head with a thimbled finger if they didn"t come up with the right answers?

School was something the children endured in the mornings, so they could spend the afternoons learning how to create the things that commoners called fairies, ghosts, golems, trolls, werewolves, and other such miracles that were the heritage of the North family.

It was their heritage, but not every child inherited. Great-uncle Zog was notorious for muttering, "The blood"s too thin, the blood"s too thin," because it was his considered opinion that the Norths had grown weak in the thirteen and a half centuries since the Evil One closed the gates. "Why else do we have so many weaklings who can"t send their outself more than a hundred yards?" he said once. "Why else do we have so few children who can raise a clant out of anything st.u.r.dier than pollen and dust, or heartbind with one of their clan? Why do we have these miserable drekkas like Danny in every generation? Putting them in Hammernip Hill hasn"t made us stronger. Nothing makes us stronger."

Danny heard this when he was eleven, when it wasn"t a sure thing yet that he was was a drekka. Plenty of children didn"t show any talent till they were in their teens. Or so Mama said, rea.s.suring him; but from Great-uncle Zog"s words Danny began to doubt her. How could it be "plenty" of children who showed no talent when Danny was now the only child in the Family over the age of nine who couldn"t even figure out whether he a drekka. Plenty of children didn"t show any talent till they were in their teens. Or so Mama said, rea.s.suring him; but from Great-uncle Zog"s words Danny began to doubt her. How could it be "plenty" of children who showed no talent when Danny was now the only child in the Family over the age of nine who couldn"t even figure out whether he had had an outself, let alone send it out to explore. When the other kids used their outselves to spy on Danny"s school papers and copy them, he couldn"t even detect that they were there, let alone stop them. an outself, let alone send it out to explore. When the other kids used their outselves to spy on Danny"s school papers and copy them, he couldn"t even detect that they were there, let alone stop them.

"Drive them away, can"t you?" demanded Aunt Lummy. "You"re the only decent student in this school, but they"re all getting the same marks as you because you let them cheat!"

"I know how how they"re doing it," said Danny, "but how can I drive them away when I can"t they"re doing it," said Danny, "but how can I drive them away when I can"t see see them or them or feel feel them?" them?"

"Just make yourself big," said Aunt Lummy. "Hold on to your own s.p.a.ce. Don"t let them crowd you!"

But these words meant nothing to Danny, no matter how he tried to act them out, and the cheating went on until Lummy and the other Aunts who taught the school were forced to make separate tests, one for Danny and one for all the others at his grade level. The instant result was that by age twelve, Danny was soon the only only student in his grade level, the others having been put back where they belonged. In the outside world, Danny would have been doing ninth grade work, two years ahead of his age. student in his grade level, the others having been put back where they belonged. In the outside world, Danny would have been doing ninth grade work, two years ahead of his age.

The other kids resented him more than ever, and therefore taunted him or froze him out as a drekka. "You"re not one of us," they said-often in those exact words. During free time they refused to let him come along on any of their escapades; he was never chosen for a team; he was never told when one of the Aunts was sharing out cookies or some other treat; and he always had to check his drawer for spiders, snakes, or dog poo. He got used to it quickly, and he knew better than to tell any of the adults. What good would it do him? How much fun would he have if some adult forced the others to take him along? What kinds of pranks would they do if they had been whipped for pooing his clean clothes?

So in this idyllic world of fairies and ghosts, G.o.ds and talking animals, Danny was a profoundly solitary child.

He knew everybody; everybody was kin to him. But he had been made ashamed of everything he did well, and even more ashamed of everything he could not do, and he regarded even those of the cousins who treated him kindly as if their kindness were pity. For who could genuinely like a boy so unworthy, whose existence meant no more than this: that the bloodlines of the North family were weak and getting weaker, with Danny the weakest of them all.

The irony was that Danny had been kept as a child apart since he was born-but for the opposite reason. His father, Alf, a Rockbrother with an affinity for pure metals, had found a way to get inside the steel of machines and make them run almost without friction, and without lubrication. It was such a useful and unprecedented skill that he had been made ruler of the Family, and was therefore renamed as Odin; but Danny called him Baba.

Danny"s mother, Gerd, was only slightly less remarkable, a lightmage who had learned to change the color of reflected light so that she could make things nearly invisible, or hide them in shadows, or make them glow as bright as the sun. For years Alf and Gerd had been forbidden to marry by old Gyish, who was then the Odin, for fear that the joining of two such potent bloodlines might create something awful-a gatemage, which the Norths were forbidden ever to have again, or a manmage, which all the Families were sworn to destroy.

But when Gyish retired after losing the last war, and machine-mage Alf was made Odin in his place, the Family voted almost unanimously to allow the marriage. Danny"s birth was the result, as close to a royal child as the Norths had had in many generations.

In his early childhood, Danny was pampered by all the adults. He was the golden boy, and great things were expected of him. He had been bright as a child-quick to read, clever with all the family languages, dextrous with his fingers, an athletic runner and leaper, curious to a fault, and clever of tongue so he could make almost anyone laugh. But as he got older, these traits could not make up for his utter lack of harmony with any of the magics of the Family.

Danny tried everything. He gardened alongside the cousins who had a way with herbs and trees and gra.s.ses-the ones who, as adult mages, would continue to make the North farms so astonishingly productive. But the seeds he planted grew weakly, and he could not feel the throbbing pulse of a tree.

He roamed the woods with those who had a way with animals-the ones who, if they could only form a deep bond with wolf or bear or (failing everything grand) squirrel or snake, would become Eyefriend or Clawbrother and roam the world in animal shape whenever they wished. But the creatures ran from him, or snarled or snapped at him, and he made no friends among the beasts.

He tried to understand what it meant to "serve" stone or water, wind or the electricity of lightning in the air. But the stones bruised his fingers and moved for him only if he threw them; the wind only blew his hair into a tangled mop; and storms and ponds left him wet, cold, and powerless. Far from being precocious, with magic he was slow. Worse than slow. He was inert, making no visible progress at all.

Yet, except for the loneliness, he didn"t hate his life. His long rovings in the woods were a pleasure to him. Since neither tree nor animal was drawn to him, he simply ran, becoming swift and tireless, mile after mile. At first he ran only within the limits of the family compound, because the trees that guarded the perimeter would s.n.a.t.c.h at him and then give the alarm, bringing the adult Seedguards and even Uncle Poot, the only Sapkin in the Family right now, to warn him not to leave.

But during this past winter-perhaps because the trees were dormant and less alert-he had found three different routes that allowed him to avoid the sentinel trees entirely. He knew that as a probable drekka he was being watched-Danny never knew when the outself of some adult might be following him. So he took different routes to these secret pa.s.sageways each time. As far as he knew, he had never been seen leaving. No one had challenged him about it, at least.

Liberated now, he would run and run, miles in whatever direction he chose. And he was fast! He could cover miles and still be home by suppertime. He would only stop when he came to a highway, a fence, a house, a factory, a town, and from the shelter of the woods or hedges or weeds he would watch the drowthers go about their lives and think: I am by nature one of them. them. Without affinities or powers. Living by the labor of their hands or the words of their mouth. Without affinities or powers. Living by the labor of their hands or the words of their mouth.

With one slight difference: Drowthers didn"t know they were bereft of all that was n.o.ble in the world. They had no sense of lost heritage. The North family ignored them, cared nothing about them. But if Danny tried to leave, all the Family secrets would be at risk. The stories told on dark nights, of traitors, of wars between the Westilian families, all ended the same way: Anyone who defied the Family and fled the compound without permission would be hunted down and killed.

In these twilight times Norths may not have all the power they used to have before Loki closed the gates, before the centuries of war with the other families. But they were superb hunters. n.o.body evaded them. Danny knew he took his life in his hands every time he left. He was insane to do it. Yet he felt so free outside the compound. The world was so large, so full of people who did not despise him yet.

They have no talents like ours, and yet they build these roads, these factories, these houses. We have to import their their machines to air-condition our homes. We tie in to machines to air-condition our homes. We tie in to their their internet to get our news and send emails to the trusted rovers the Family sends out into the world. We drive in cars and trucks we buy from internet to get our news and send emails to the trusted rovers the Family sends out into the world. We drive in cars and trucks we buy from them. them. How dare we feel superior? None of these things are in our power, and when the Westilian families ruled the world as G.o.ds of the Phrygians, the Hitt.i.tes, the Greeks, the Celts, the Persians, the Hindi, the Slavs, and of course the Norse, the lives of common people were nasty, brutish, and short-nastier, shorter, and more brutal because of our demands on them. How dare we feel superior? None of these things are in our power, and when the Westilian families ruled the world as G.o.ds of the Phrygians, the Hitt.i.tes, the Greeks, the Celts, the Persians, the Hindi, the Slavs, and of course the Norse, the lives of common people were nasty, brutish, and short-nastier, shorter, and more brutal because of our demands on them.

The world would be better if there had never been such G.o.ds as these. Taking whatever we wanted because we could, killing anyone who got in our way, deposing kings and setting up new ones, sending our disciples out a-conquering-who did we think we were? In the long-lost world of Westil, where everyone was talented, it might have been fair, for everyone might have had a chance. But here in Mittlegard-on Earth-where only the few Westilian families had such powers, it was unjust.

These were the thoughts that Danny was free to think as he watched the teenagers come out of the high schools of Buena Vista and Lexington and ride off in buses or drive off in their cars. At home he never let himself think such things, because if he did his face might reveal his repugnance or dismay at something that a relative did or some old story of an ancestor"s adventures. His only hope of having any kind of useful life was to convince them that he could be trusted to be allowed out into the world, that his loyalty to the Family was unshakeable.

Meanwhile, he pored over the books that children were allowed to read, especially the mythologies, trying to understand the real history of the Westilians from the tantalizing tales the drowthers had collected. He once asked Auntie Uck which of the tales from Bulfinch"s Mythology Bulfinch"s Mythology were true, and she just glared at him and said, "All of them," which was just stupid. were true, and she just glared at him and said, "All of them," which was just stupid.

Somewhere there were books that told the true stories. He knew that family histories were kept-histories that went back thousands of years. How else could the adults make their cryptic references to this or that person or event in the distant past? All the adults knew these histories, and someday the other cousins would be given these secrets-but not Danny, the one best suited to read, understand, and remember. If he ever learned the truth about anything, he would have to find it out himself.

Meanwhile, he had to stay alive. Which meant that as much as he loved to run outside the compound, he only did it now and then, when he couldn"t stand to be confined in his loneliness another day; when it began to seem that it might be better just to go up to Hammernip Hill, dig his own grave, lie down in it, and wait for someone to come up and finish the job.

When he was a.n.a.lytical about it, he realized that running outside the compound was was a kind of suicide. A game of Russian roulette, without any idea of how many chambers there were in the revolver, nor how many bullets there might be. Just run to a secret pa.s.sageway and keep on running-that was how he pulled the trigger. a kind of suicide. A game of Russian roulette, without any idea of how many chambers there were in the revolver, nor how many bullets there might be. Just run to a secret pa.s.sageway and keep on running-that was how he pulled the trigger.

His life was not unrelenting solitude and hostility, of course. There were aunts and uncles who had loved him from childhood on, and they seemed to love him still, though some were certainly more distant now. And since Baba and Mama themselves had never particularly doted on him, certainly he could detect no difference in their indifference now. In many ways his life at home was normal. Normalish, anyway. anyway.

And maybe he would find a way to make himself useful to the Family so they would let him live.

He had tried to get them to let him become the family computer expert. "Let me set up a local area network," he said. "I"ve been reading about it online. We could have computers in every house, in every room, room, and they could share the same internet connection so we wouldn"t have to pay the cable company a dollar more." and they could share the same internet connection so we wouldn"t have to pay the cable company a dollar more."

But all they could think to say was, "How did you learn about these things?"

"I googled them," he said.

The result was that the family made a new rule that kids could access computers only with an adult in the room, and you had to be able to demonstrate at any moment just how the stuff you had on the screen was related to the cla.s.sroom a.s.signment you were supposed to be doing.

"Thanks a lot, drekka," Lem and Stem said as they beat him up a little behind the haybarn the next day. They were particularly annoyed because Danny"s inquiry had led to Auntie Tweng finding their files of p.o.r.nography, which got them a screaming tongue-lashing from their drekka mother, Miz Jane, and a whipping from one of Uncle Poot"s most savage hickories.

So now Danny was trying to make himself useful by helping train the kids who were just learning to create clants with their outselves. Not that Danny knew anything about clanting, but since the kids couldn"t see their own clants, Danny watched how the clants took shape and then reported to them on their results. Pure observation, but because Danny was doing it, an adult was free to do something else.

The trouble was that the three children whose clants he was supervising were Tina, Mona, and Crista, and instead of working on their a.s.signment-to make their clant as close to lifesize as possible-they were remaining under a foot in height and trying to make themselves as voluptuous as they could. All three girls were just starting to develop as women in their real bodies, but the miniature female bodies they were forming out of fallen twigs, leaves, and nutsh.e.l.ls were shaping up with huge b.r.e.a.s.t.s and exaggerated hips. Forest fairies, a drowther would have called them. Or s.l.u.ts.

"I"ll report this, you know," said Danny. But it was wasted breath-none of them was good enough at clanting to be able to hear anything through their clants. They could see, however-the outself could see whether it was formed into a clant or not-and one of them noticed Danny"s lips moving.

Almost at once, all three of the forest fairies turned to face him. Two of them flaunted their chests; the other turned around, thrust her b.u.t.tocks toward him, and waggled it back and forth. They could not have made their contempt more clear.

Danny didn"t care. It was better than getting beaten up by Lem and Stem. But it was his responsibility to make sure they worked on what they were supposed to work on. He had no authority himself, and even if he had, he couldn"t have done anything if they chose to defy him. Adults could use their own outselves to give the girls" clants a shove, which they would feel in their own bodies as well. But Danny had no outself, or hadn"t found one, anyway. The only thing he could do was find an adult and report them-but by the time an adult arrived, they"d be working on what they were supposed to work on, and the adult would be annoyed at Danny.

Not that the adult would doubt Danny"s word-he was known not to lie, and besides, they knew exactly what Tina, Mona, and Crista were like. But the very fact that Danny had to fetch an adult to enforce the rules meant that he really wasn"t worth very much as a clant-minder. Sometimes Danny was conscientious enough to report such antics as these, but most of the time he put his own survival ahead of the goal of pushing the children to develop their skills, and let them get away with whatever they wanted.

The danger was that when these children grew up, they would remember how worthless Danny had been as a child-minder, and far from being grateful that he hadn"t reported them when they were young, they"d realize he couldn"t be trusted to take care of their own children. Then he"d just be Poor Uncle Danny the drekka. Or Poor Old Danny, the body under the nameless headstone on Hammernip Hill.

All he could do was kick out at them, dispersing the stuff out of which their clants were formed, so they"d have to take a few moments to gather them up and shape themselves again. It took only a second or two-they"d been making forest fairies of this this size since they were nine or ten, and Danny was the darling little eight-year-old that they liked to pamper when adults were around or torture when they weren"t. size since they were nine or ten, and Danny was the darling little eight-year-old that they liked to pamper when adults were around or torture when they weren"t.

Well, even though Danny couldn"t make a clant the size of a thimble, he had listened well during the early lessons and remembered things that those with talent often forgot. For instance, he knew the warning about letting drowthers capture a small and fragile clant. "You hold the clant," Uncle Poot had told them, "and the clant holds you. you. If you let them capture you when you"re little, they can keep your outself from returning to your body, which leaves you completely helpless." If you let them capture you when you"re little, they can keep your outself from returning to your body, which leaves you completely helpless."

"Why can"t we just toss away the clant?" Danny had asked-for in those days, he still expected to be able to use these lessons.

"You have to be able to spin and leap to cast away the bits from which you made the clant," said Uncle Poot. "If they trap you so you can"t move far enough, the bits of clant stay bound to you. It"s just the way it works."

"I"ll just make my my clant with scissors," Friggy, Danny"s best friend in those days, had boasted. "Then I"ll cut my way out." clant with scissors," Friggy, Danny"s best friend in those days, had boasted. "Then I"ll cut my way out."

"Make your clant with scissors?" Uncle Poot had laughed. "Why not make it with a gun and shoot your captors through the sack they caught you in?"

"The clants that children make are faint and small," said Danny. "They have no strength in them."

"That"s right," said Uncle Poot. "The son of Odin never forgets. It"s only truly a clant when it"s full-size and every bit as solid as you are in your own body. Until then it"s a small or a faint or a face, and it could no more lift a pair of scissors than a boulder."

Remembering such lessons, Danny pulled his tee-shirt off over his head and then idly scratched his side, as if that had been his purpose. The girls made their clants point at him and pantomime rolling on the ground with laughter-they really were quite good at giving lifelike movements to their smalls-but all that mattered to Danny was that they weren"t paying attention to the danger they were in. It took only a moment for Danny to have his shirt down on top of the two nearest fairies and another moment for him to gather it into a sack containing them.

The third was free, and it leapt and scampered up the sack, up his arms, into his face. But it was a mere annoyance-he swept it away with a brush of his hand and the pieces of it fell to the ground. He expected that girl-he had no way of knowing which it was, since they weren"t good enough yet to put their face on the clants they made-to drop her outself back to the ground and form the clant again, so he didn"t wait around to see. Instead he gripped the tee-shirt in his teeth and began to climb the nearest branchy tree.

No one climbed trees better than Danny, and this time he moved so fast it seemed to him that he was flying, just tapping the branches with his hands and feet. Meanwhile the fairies in the bag kept trying to jump and spin so they could shed their clants and return to their bodies, but they didn"t have the strength to do much more than jostle the bag a little.

At a high branch, Danny stopped climbing, took the tee-shirt out of his mouth, and tied it so tightly to a slender branch that there was hardly room for the clants to move at all. Then he let himself back down the tree, taking much longer jumps downward than he had managed on the way up. When he reached the bottom, the third girl"s clant was nowhere to be seen.

So Danny walked back to the house, to tell Uncle Poot what he had done.

But it was Great-uncle Zog and Grandpa Gyish who intercepted him on the path, and they gave him no chance at all to explain that he was only teaching the girls a lesson.

"Where are they!" screamed Grandpa Gyish.

"What kind of drekka bags a child!" Great-uncle Zog bellowed at him. "I"ll have you up the hill for this, you fairy-thief, you child-abuser!" And then he was shaking Danny so hard that he was afraid his head would come clear off. Years of flying with the eagles had caused old Zog"s arms and shoulders to bulk up and he had so much strength that he could break a big man"s neck with a swipe of his hand-he"d done it more than once in the wars. So it was a relief when Auntie Uck and Auntie Tweng showed up and clung to both Zog"s arms, dragging him away from Danny.

As it was, Zog didn"t let go-the Aunts dragged him, but he dragged Danny, his grip like a talon on Danny"s shoulder. He staggered to keep his feet under him so that he didn"t have his full weight dangling from Zog"s ma.s.sive grip. Who would have thought an old man could be so strong?

A few minutes later, the adults who were in the compound had gathered, and Danny found himself in the midst of something like a trial-but without the legal forms they saw in the TV shows. There was Danny and there was his accuser, Crista, the oldest of the girls, and there was Gyish, presiding like a judge in Baba"s absence, with Zog as the prosecutor.

But that"s where the resemblance to a fair trial left off, for there was no one to speak in Danny"s defense. Not even Danny-whenever he tried to speak, Zog slapped him or Gyish shouted him into silence. So the only story anyone could hear was Crista"s.

"We were trying so hard to make our clants big," she said, "that we didn"t even see that Danny was sneaking up on us with a giant sack. He caught all three of us but I just barely managed to get out before he sealed the neck of it with Tina and Mona inside. And then he broke my clant in pieces and before I could put myself together he was gone, up in the sky."

"He flew?" demanded Gyish.

"Yes!" cried Crista. "He flew away and dropped the bag outside the compound and now we"ll never get them back!"

It took a moment before she realized that she had pushed too hard. For the adults were all shaking their heads and some were laughing derisively.

"Danny? Fly?" said Uncle Poot. "If only he could."

"You can see that Crista"s lying," said Uncle Mook. "Maybe everything she said"s a lie."

"It"s not a lie!" shouted Gyish-he had made no pretense of impartiality. "I saw the poor girls" bodies lying helpless in the house! Children so young don"t have the strength to bring their outselves back when their clant is captured! Nor the skill to wake up their own bodies when their outselves are clanting! They might never wake up!"

"Let"s hear from Danny," said Aunt Lummy mildly.

Zog turned on her savagely. "A drekka has no voice here!"

"But the son of Odin and Gerd has the right to speak in his own defense," said Lummy. And Mook, her husband, moved closer to her, standing beside her, to give more force to what she said.

"What will we hear from him him but lies?" said Gyish. "I know what drekkas and drowthers are-they"ll say anything to save their worthless lives!" but lies?" said Gyish. "I know what drekkas and drowthers are-they"ll say anything to save their worthless lives!"

"If he is so determined to save his life," said Aunt Lummy, "why would he harm these children, whom we trusted to his care?"

"Because they hate us! Drekkas hate us worse than drowthers do!" Gyish was almost frothing at the mouth. Danny realized that he was seeing now what lay behind the muttering and grumbling that were Gyish"s usual form of speech. The old man"s wrath and shame at having lost the war and the seat of Odin had made him into this poisonous old gnome-or so he seemed, because he stooped to point a quavering finger at Aunt Lummy as if he meant to jab it through her heart if she took one more step toward him.

"Piffle," said Auntie Uck. "You"re behaving like a child, Grandpa Gyish, and Zog, you"re just a bully. Let go of the boy at once-you"ve probably broken his shoulder and you know we don"t have a first-rate healer anymore." She turned to Gyish again. "Which you"ll you"ll rue if you let your anger give you a stroke!" rue if you let your anger give you a stroke!"

It took Uck"s no-nonsense tone and unintimidated look to get Gyish back to his normal level of grumbling, while Zog tossed Danny on the ground and stood there, fists clenched, waiting for Danny to be such a fool as to try to rise again.

He needn"t have worried. Danny"s shoulder hurt so badly that he could only lie there, holding it with his other hand, trying not to cry.

"Danny," said Uncle Mook, "tell us what happened."

"I already told you what happened!" shouted Crista.

Uncle Poot silenced her with a glare. "We already heard your lies, girl. Now we"ll see if Danny can come up with better ones."

"Well, boy?" asked Zog. "You heard them! Answer!"

"They were staying small," said Danny, "and giving themselves huge b.o.o.bs."

"So what!" shouted Gyish. "So what if they were! It"s what they do! They"re stupid little girls, it"s what they do!"

"I knew that if I went to fetch you, Uncle Poot, they"d lie and say they were trying to be big."

"I wouldn"t have believed them," answered Poot.

"But you wouldn"t have punished them, either," said Danny. "So they"d just have kept on doing it." He heard the other adults murmur their agreement.

"So now you"re a critic, is that it?" Uncle Poot replied. "Telling me that I"m not good at training youngsters?"

"It doesn"t excuse you putting them in a sack!" said Zog. And the adults murmured their agreement at that, too.

"I didn"t have a sack," said Danny. "I stood there right in front of them and took off my shirt and walked right over to them. It was plain enough what I was doing-if they"d been paying any attention. I didn"t expect to actually catch catch them with my shirt! I just wanted to give them a scare, remind them to take their study seriously. But when I found that two of them were in the shirt, I didn"t know what to do. If I just let them go, they"d mock me and I"d never be able to get them to do what"s right without bothering some adult. The whole point of having me watch them is so none of you has to be bothered, isn"t it?" them with my shirt! I just wanted to give them a scare, remind them to take their study seriously. But when I found that two of them were in the shirt, I didn"t know what to do. If I just let them go, they"d mock me and I"d never be able to get them to do what"s right without bothering some adult. The whole point of having me watch them is so none of you has to be bothered, isn"t it?"