One pale umber morning the Saschan Islands loomed out of the sea: three ancient volcanic necks surrounded by shelves of detritus where grew groves of psilla, kianthus, candlenut, lethipod. On each island a town climbed the central crag, beehive huts stacked one on the other like the cells of a wasp-nest. Black openings stared out to sea; wisps of smoke rose into the air.
The Nhiahar entered the inner bay and, swerving to avoid a ferry, approached the south island. On the dock waited bowlegged Saschanese longsh.o.r.emen in black breech-clouts and black roll-toed ankle-boots. Theytook the hawsers; the Nhiahar was warped alongside. As soon as the gangplank settled into place the longsh.o.r.emen swarmed aboard. Hatches were opened; bales of leather, sacks of pilgrim-pod meal, crated tools were taken to the dock.
Reith and Zap 210 went ash.o.r.e. The captain called dourly after them: "I make departure at noon exactly, aboard or not."
The two walked along the esplanade, the crag and its unnatural encrustation of huts rearing above them. Zap 210 glanced over her shoulder. "They are following us."
"The Gzhindra?"
"Yes."
Reith grunted in disgust. "It"s definite then. They have orders not to let us out of their sight."
"And we are as good as dead." Zap 210 spoke in a colorless voice. "At Kazain they will report to the Pnume and then nothing can help us; we"ll be taken down into the dark."
Reith could think of nothing to say. They came to a small harbor protected from the sea by a pair of jetties, which narrowed to become a ferry slip. Reith and Zap 210 paused to watch the ferry arrive from the outer islands: a wide scow with control cabins at either end, carrying two hundred Saschanese of all ages and qualities. It nosed into the slip; the pa.s.sengers debarked. As many more paid toll to a fat man sitting before a booth and surged aboard; immediately the ferry departed. Reith watched it cross the water, then led Zap 210 to a waiting area set with benches and tables beside the ferry slip. Reith ordered sweet wine and biscuits from a serving boy, then went to confer with the fat fare-collector. Zap 210 looked nervously here and there. In the shadow of a flight of steps she thought to glimpse two shapes robed in gray. They wonder what we"re doing, Zap 210 told herself.
Reith returned. "The next ferry leaves in something over an hour-a few minutes before noon. I"ve already paid our fares."
Zap 210 gave him a puzzled inspection. "But we must be aboard the Nhiahar at noon!"
"True. Are the Gzhindra nearby?"
"They"ve just taken seats at the far table."
Reith managed a grim chuckle. "We"re giving them something to think about."
"What should they think about? That we might take the ferry?"
"Something of the sort."
"But why should they think that? It seems so strange!"
"Not altogether. There might be a ship at one of the other islands to take us somewhere beyond their knowledge."
"Is there such a ship?""None that I know of."
"But if we take the ferry the Gzhindra will follow, and the Nhiahar will leave without all of us!"
"I expect so. The captain would have no qualms whatever."
The minutes pa.s.sed. Zap 210 began to fidget. "Noon is very close." She studied Reith, wondering what went on in his mind.
No other man of Tschai-at least none she had yet seen-resembled him; he was of a different sort.
"Here comes the ferry," said Reith. "Let"s go down to the slip. We want to be the first in line."
Zap 210 rose to her feet. Never would she understand Reith! She followed him down to the waiting sea. Others came to join them, to push and squirm and mutter. Reith asked: "What of the Gzhindra?"
Zap 210 glanced over her shoulder. "They"re standing at the back of the crowd."
The ferry entered the slip; the barriers opened and the pa.s.sengers surged ash.o.r.e.
Reith spoke in Zap 210"s ear. "Walk close by the collector"s hut. As we pa.s.s, duck inside."
"Oh."
The gate opened. Reith and Zap 210 half-walked, half-ran down the way.
At the collector"s hut, Reith lowered his head and slipped within; Zap 210 followed. The embarking pa.s.sengers pushing past, handed their fares to the collector and marched down to the ferry. Near the end of the line came the Gzhindra, trying to peer through the surge ahead of them. They moved with the crowd, down the ramp, aboard the ferry.
The barrier closed; the ferry moved out. Reith and Zap 210 emerged from the hut. "It"s almost noon," said Reith. "Time to return aboard the Nhiahar."
CHAPTER TEN.
SOUTHEAST TOWARD KISLOVAN gusty winds drove the Nhiahar. The sea was almost black. The swells which rolled up and under the ship spilled rushes of white foam ahead.
One bl.u.s.tery morning Zap 210 joined Reith where he stood at the bow.
For a moment they stood looking ahead across the heaving water to where Carina 4269 dropped prisms and fractured shards of golden light.
Zap 210 asked, "What lies ahead?"
Reith shook his head. "I don"t know. I wish I did."
"But you worry. Are you afraid?"
"I"m afraid of a man named Aila Woudiver. I don"t know whether he"s alive or dead."
"Who is Aila Woudiver, that you fear him so?"
"A man of Sivishe, a man to fear ... I think he must be dead. I was kidnapped out of a dream. In the dream I saw Aila Woudiver"s head split open."
"So why do you worry?"
Sooner or later, thought Reith, he must make all clear. Perhaps now was the time. "Remember the night I told you of other worlds among the stars?"
"I remember."
"One of these worlds is Earth. At Sivishe I built a s.p.a.ceship, with Aila Woudiver"s help. I want to go to Earth."
Zap 210 stared ahead across the water. "Why do you want to go to Earth?"
"I was born there. It is my home."
"Oh." She spoke in a colorless voice. After a reflective silence of fifteen seconds, she turned him a sidelong glance.
Reith said ruefully, "You wonder if I am insane."
"I"ve wondered many times. Many, many times."
Though Reith himself had put the suggestion, he was nonetheless taken aback. "Indeed?"
She smiled her sad grimace of a smile. "Consider what you have done. In the Shelters. At the Khor grove. When you changed eels at Urmank."
"Acts of desperation, acts of a frantic Earthman."
Zap 210 brooded across the windy ocean. "If you are an Earthman, what do you do here on Tschai?"
"On the Kotan steppes my s.p.a.ceship was wrecked. At Sivishe I"ve built another.""Hmmf ... Is Earth such a paradise?"
"The people of Earth know nothing of Tschai. It"s important that they do know."
"Why?"
"A dozen reasons. Most important, the Dirdir raided Earth once; they might decide to return."
She gave him her swift side-glance. "You have friends on Earth?"
"Of course."
"You lived there in a house?"
"In a manner of speaking."
"With a woman? And your children?"
"No woman, no children. I"ve been a s.p.a.ceman all my life."
"And when you return-what then?"
"I"m not thinking past Sivishe right now."
"You will take me with you?"
Reith put his arm around her. "Yes. I will take you with me."
She heaved a sigh of relief. Presently she pointed ahead. "Beyond where the sun glints-an island."
The island, a great crag of barren black basalt, was the first of a myriad, to scarify the surface of the sea. The area was home to a host of sea- foragers, of a sort beyond Reith"s previous experience. Four oscillating wings supported a cl.u.s.ter of dangling pink tentacles and a central tube ending in a bulbous eye. The creatures drifted high and low, dipping suddenly to seize some small wriggling sea-thing. A few drifted toward the Nhiahar; the crewmen lurched back in dread and took shelter in the forecastle.
The captain, who had come up on the foredeck, sneered in disgust. "They consider these the guts and eyes of drowned seamen. We sail the Channel of Death; these rocks are the Channel Teeth."
"How do you navigate by night?"
"I don"t know," said the captain, "for I have never tried. It is risky enough by day. Around each of those rocks lies a hundred hulks and heaped white bones. Do you notice, far ahead, the loom? There is Kislovan!
Tomorrow will find us docked at Kazain."
As evening approached long strands of clouds raced across the sky and the wind began to moan. The captain took the Nhiahar into the lee of one of the larger black rocks, nosing close, close, close, until the sprit almost sc.r.a.ped the wet black stone. Here the anchor was dropped and the Nhiahar rode in relative safety as the wind became a screaming gale. Great swells drove through the black crags; foam crashed high up and fell slowly back.
The sea boiled and surged; the Nhiahar wallowed, jerking at the anchor line, then floating suddenly loose and free.With the coming of darkness the wind died. For a long period the sea rose and fell in fretful recollection, but dawn found the Charnel Teeth standing like archaic monuments on a sea of brown gla.s.s. Beyond lay the bulk of the continent.
Proceeding through the Charnel Teeth under power, the Nhiahar at noon nosed into a long narrow bay and by late afternoon drew alongside the pier at Kazain.
On the dock two Dirdirmen paused to watch the Nhiahar.
Their caste was high, perhaps Immaculate; they were young and vain; they wore their false effulgences aslant and glittering. Reith"s heart rose in his throat for fear that they had been sent to take him into custody. For such a contingency he had no plans; he sweated until the two sauntered off toward the Dirdir settlement at the head of the bay.
There were no formalities at the dock; Reith and Zap 210 carried their belongings ash.o.r.e and without interference made their way to the motor- wagon depot. An eight-wheeled vehicle stood on the verge of departure across the neck of Kislovan; Reith commissioned the most luxurious accommodation available: a cubicle of two hammocks on the third tier with access to the rear deck.
An hour later the motor-wagon trundled forth from Kazain. For a s.p.a.ce the road climbed into the coastal uplands, affording a view over the Channel of Death and the Charnel Teeth. Five miles north the road swung inland. For the rest of the day the motor-wagon lumbered beside bean-vine fields, forests of white ghost-apple, an occasional little village.
In the early evening the motor-wagon halted at an isolated inn, where the forty-three pa.s.sengers took supper. About half seemed to be Grays; the rest were people Reith could not identify. A pair might have been steppe- men of Kotan; several conceivably were Saschanese. Two yellow-skinned women in gowns of black scales almost certainly were Marsh-folk from the north sh.o.r.e of the Second Sea. The various groups took the least possible notice of each other, eating and returning at once to board the power- wagon. The indifference Reith knew to be feigned; each had gauged the exact quality of all the others with a precision beyond any Reith could muster.
Early in the morning the power-wagon once more set forth and met the dawn climbing over the edge of the central plateau. Carina 4269 rose to illuminate a vast savanna, clumped with alumes, gallow-trees, bundle- fungus, patches of thorn-gra.s.s.
So pa.s.sed the day, and four more: a journey which Reith hardly noticed for his mounting tension. In the Shelters, on the great subterranean ca.n.a.l, along the sh.o.r.es of the Second Sea, at Urmank, even aboard the Nhiahar, he had been calm with the patience of despair. The stakes were once again high. He hoped, he dreaded, he strained for the power-wagon to go faster,he shrank from the thought of what he might find in the warehouse on the Sivishe salt flats. Zap 210, reacting to Reith"s tension, or perhaps beset with premonitions of her own, retired into herself, and took small interest in the pa.s.sing landscape.
Over the central plateau, down through a badlands of eroded granite, out upon a landscape farmed by clans of sullen Grays, went the powerwagon.
Signs of the Dirdir presence appeared: a grey b.u.t.te bristling with purple and scarlet towers, overlooking a rift valley, walled by sheer cliffs, which served the Dirdir as a hunting range. On the sixth day a range of mountains rose ahead: the back of the palisades overlooking Hei and Sivishe. The journey was almost at an end. All night the motor-wagon lumbered along a dusty road by the light of the pink and blue moons.
The moons set; the eastern sky took on the color of dried blood. Dawn came as a skyburst of dark scarlet, orange-brown, sepia. Ahead appeared the Ajzan Gulf and the clutter of Sivishe. Two hours later the motor-wagon lumbered into Sivishe Depot beside the bridge.
CHAPTER ELEVEN.
REITH AND ZAP 210 crossed the bridge amid the usual crowd of Grays trudging to and from their work in the Hei factories.
Sivishe was achingly familiar: the background for so much pa.s.sion and grief that Reith found his heart pounding. If, by fantastic luck, he returned to Earth, could he ever forget those events which had befallen him at Sivishe? "Come," he muttered. "Over here, aboard the transit dray."
The dray creaked and groaned; the dingy districts of Sivishe fell behind; they reached the southernmost stop, where the wagon turned east, toward the Ajzan sh.o.r.e. Ahead lay the salt flats, with a road winding out of Aila Woudiver"s construction depot.
All seemed as before: mounds of gravel, sand, slag; stacks of brick and rubble. To the side stood Woudiver"s eccentric little office, beyond the warehouse. There was no activity; no moving figures, no drays. The great doors to the warehouse were closed; the walls leaned more noticeably than ever. Reith accelerated his pace; he strode down the road, with Zap 210 walking, then running, then walking.
Reith reached the yard. He looked all around. Desolation. Not a sound, not a step. Silence. The warehouse seemed on the verge of collapse, as if it had been damaged by an explosion. Reith went to the side entrance, looked within. The premises were vacant. The s.p.a.ceship was gone. The roof had been torn away and hung in shreds. The workshop and supply racks were a shambles.