This was a smelly place, and I was not surprised to learn that it had been the custom, years back, to execute their criminals by tying them up with a hood over their faces and chucking them into the marsh. But the bog got its own back. Eventually the bodies were spewed forth again in the spring rains, to float away down the river, providing their own curiosity, for their long immersion in the bog had preserved their bodies like tanned leather. I saw one once; the clothes were stiff and shrunken, but the whole effect was rather that of an amateur wood carving. This practice of execution had been discontinued some fifty years back, but the odd corpse resurfaced now and again.
The town itself was a prosperous one with everyone, from children to grandparents, all engaged in work connected with the silk trade. At one end were the weaving sheds, at another the huge barns where the silkworms were reared, in artificial heat if necessary. In between were the huge vats for the dyes, the boiling rooms, and the sheds of drying racks. Nearer the docks were the baling sheds.
We rented one of the ubiquitous summer workers" houses; it was like a thatched clay beehive, one large room with shelves built into the walls for food and utensils, a sleeping platform, a central brazier and smoke hole, and niches in the walls for lamps. The floor was covered with rush matting and there were a couple of functional stools and a low table. Clothes were hung from a pole above the sleeping platform. No windows, and the door was like a heavy sheep hurdle, to be placed as one desired.
Once we reached civilization again Ky-Lin had decided to revert to a smaller size to avoid embarra.s.sing questions, and now he travelled once more on my shoulder, ready to interpret if necessary. Coin was acceptable once more so there was no problem with food, nor with the warmer padded clothing I bought, the kind the locals wore. My hair had grown quite long, too, as it hadn"t been trimmed since we were in the Golden City, and I adopted the local custom, used by men and women alike, of plaiting it into a pigtail.
For six weeks the weather pressed in on us; rain, sleet, snow, gales, frost and ice. The little house however was warm and dry, raised as they all were from the streets to prevent flooding, and there was plenty to keep me busy.
Mending and repairing, bringing my journal up to date, going to the market, cooking and cleaning, buying off-cuts of silk for underwear-luxury!-and yet I yearned for action. To be so near and yet still so far from my objective kept me in a permanent fret for the better weather.
Growch, however, was in his element.
Fortunately for him, unfortunately for me, he had at last found his "fluffy b.u.ms." The town was full of them. It seemed that every family had one as a pet, and at the rate Growch was carrying on, there would soon be the same amount of half-breeds.
After the first complaint from an irate owner Ky-Lin and I put our heads together and decided Growch was one of the rarest dogs in the world: "He- whose-stomach-is-of-two-dogs-and-whose-legs-are-the-shortest-in-the- world." With a t.i.tle like that, who could resist seeing what the puppies would be like? The b.i.t.c.hes were soon literally queuing up and Growch was totally exhausted.
He came in one day, even filthier than usual, his fur matted and muddy, his stomach dragging on the ground, his tail and ears at half-mast, his eyes-what you could see of them-half-closed and his tongue hanging out like a forgotten piece of washing.
"Serves you right," I said unsympathetically. "It"s what you wanted, isn"t it?
The reason you came all this way with me?" I jabbed my needle into the sandal I was finishing off, trying hard not to laugh. "Unlimited s.e.x, that"s what you wanted, isn"t it? Well now you"ve got it, so don"t complain!"
" "Oose complainin"? I ain"t. It"s just-just I think I"ve gorra cold or somefin". . .
"Dogs don"t catch colds."
"Well, a chill, then. Think I"ll stay in fer a coupla days. Have a rest."
"All right," I said placatingly. "I"ll give you a dose of herbs, and if you have a fever we"ll have to cut down on meat. Slops and gruel for you, my boy," and I bent over my sewing again and coughed to hide my giggles.
The transition from winter to spring, when it finally came, seemed to take place over a couple of days only. One moment a grim wind blew from the north and the ground was hard with frost, the next the sun shone, the ice melted and caged canaries were singing outside every door. It seemed thousands of little streams from the bog emptied into the river, which awoke from its sluggish sleep and ran merrily between its banks once more. Bales of silk were loaded onto flat-bottomed boats and set off southward, but the first trading boats didn"t come upriver until the end of April, struggling against the swollen waters.
The whole town turned out to welcome the first string of barges, bearing long- needed supplies and the first of the seasonal workers, many of whom had relatives in the town. Ky-Lin and I had decided to start our journey north again within the week, so it was with holiday mood on me that I joined the rest of the town to watch the boats come in. I noted with satisfaction that the cargoes included dried fruits, grain, strips of meat and fish and cheeses, all goods that had been in short supply for the last month and that we would need for our journey.
Goods hauled ash.o.r.e, pa.s.sengers politely clapped and welcomed, bales of silk waiting to be loaded, we turned for our lodgings, content that the world had started awake again. In a few days we should be on our way.
"Got you!"
A hooded stranger, one of the pa.s.sengers, had stepped from behind one of the warehouses and grabbed me by the wrist, so tightly I fancied I could hear the crunch of bone.
"Let me go! You"re hurting me!" With my free hand I attempted to strike out at him, but he dodged the blow, holding me even tighter.
Growch growled warningly, and the stranger kicked out at him.
"You want to keep that cur of yours under control, Summer," came the voice again, but this time I recognized it, and my heart sank.
d.i.c.kon had found us again.
Chapter Seventeen.
His explanation of what had happened to him since he ran away when I was arrested was very plausible; I think that after all the rehearsal it must have gone through he even believed it himself.
After I had fed him-and I admit he needed food; he looked half-starved-and had gone out for a jar of heady rice wine to loosen his tongue, he settled down on a stool by the brazier, a second mug of wine in his hand.
"I just didn"t know what way to turn," he confessed. "I went chasing the bear, but he escaped me-where did he go, by the way? Never saw him again. Good riddance, I say. If it hadn"t been for him murdering his master you would never have been arrested in the first place."
As I remember it, he had been running in a different direction from the animal; as for the reason for my arrest, how could I blame Bear? I had never had my feet scorched to make me dance. I didn"t think it necessary to explain we had returned him to his own land.
"I couldn"t find your dog, either, but I see you got him back. I saw that heathen boy and his friends carrying off your baggage, but there were too many for me to tackle. Once a thief always a thief, I say; I never trusted him."
He took another swig of the wine.
"After that I went back to the palace and demanded an interview, late though it was." Unlikely even a minor palace official would have bothered to get out of bed; besides, they were looking for him, too. "I begged, I pleaded to be allowed to see you; I even offered a bribe"-as far as I knew he had no money at all-"but they said I would have to wait until morning.
"I walked the streets all night, my mind in turmoil, turning over in my mind the options open to us. I had little money, no influence, and my command of the language was not as good as it should be. I thought of you, all alone and helpless in some underground dungeon-" he leant forward and patted my knee "-and I wept to think of your suffering."
I"ll bet: he probably spent the night in a brothel. But now he was getting into his stride, aided by the wine.
"I went back to the palace at crack of dawn, to find everything in complete turmoil! I found that you had disappeared into thin air-"flown up into the clouds" was the way they put it-but of course I knew that was rubbish, even with your magic bits and pieces and talking animals, so I reckoned that you"d had some kind of help. I thought, too, that they might recognize me as having been with you, so I decided to lie low for a while till things settled down; found a nice young lady who let me stay rent free for a while. . . ." His face grew dreamy, and he finished the mug of wine. "That"s why I didn"t immediately come looking for you. How did you escape, by the way? Bribe the guards? Pick the lock?"
"As a matter of fact," I said stiffly, "that "little thief" as you called him, and his friends, pulled the bars from my cell and saw me safe on the road, together with my baggage, money, and extra provisions. He called it an exchange for the slavery I rescued him from."
"Oh . . . well, you never can tell, I suppose. Any more of that wine?"
"It"s quite strong," I said, refilling his mug for the third time.
"I"ve got a strong enough head to take p.i.s.s water like this. . . . Now, where was I?".
"Hiding," I said.
"Not for long, my dear, not for long! I found it very difficult to pick up your trail, though; no one had seen you go, though I realized you must have used one of the gates. After having questioned everyone I knew, and some I didn"t, I remembered those maps of yours. You know the ones: "Here be Dragons"?" I wondered whether he realized he had given himself away by confirming he had seen them. "I recalled the direction was north, but where? Here I was lucky." He tapped his nose. "I came across a mapmaker and-for a consideration-was allowed to take a peek and managed to copy a couple.
Here!" He reached into his tattered clothes and brought out a couple of pieces of rice paper, the folds marked with the sweat from his body.
Gingerly I unfolded the sc.r.a.ps, still warm from his body. The first one was very like the ones I had copied at Matthew"s house although with more detail: a couple more rivers and towns, more routes. The other was far more precise and Ky-Lin, viewing them from his hiding place on my shoulder, gave a little hiss when he saw it. I looked more closely. The Silk River was marked quite clearly, although in the unintelligible (to me) picture scribble they used. Here was our town, mountains to the north and west, and what looked like a plateau to the northwest.
d.i.c.kon was now nodding, his eyes closed, his body swaying on the stool.
"Keep that one," whispered Ky-Lin. "That is one we could use. If he won"t part with it, we"ll copy it while he sleeps."
But even as I prepared to tuck it away in my jerkin the mug fell from his lax fingers, his eyes snapped open and he reached and took the map from my hand.
"Oh, no you don"t! I"m not having you running off on your own again. I have the maps, and we go for the treasure together!"
"There isn"t any treasure! There never was!"
"Rubbish! What kept you going all this long time? We"ve been all through this before, and I know you"re lying."
There was no point in arguing.
"If you really believe that, then go and look for it on your own. As for me, I am on a private pilgrimage to find a friend and there is no, repeat no, money at the end of it." I rose to my feet. "There is a spare blanket over there but you"ll have to sleep on the floor. If you wish to relieve yourself there is a communal latrine at the end of the street."
Later I peered down from the sleeping platform; he was m.u.f.fled up in the blanket on one of the gra.s.s mats, snoring gently. Slipping to the floor I made up the brazier and brewed myself a mug of camomile tea, an excuse in case he woke, though I usually had one before I went to bed anyway.
"What"s so special about the map?" I whispered to Ky-Lin.
He sipped at the tea. "Nice . . . The map shows that we are on the right track. It also indicates the way we must take once we cross the Desert of Death."
I shivered. "We must go that way?"
He nodded. "If you can study that map you will see it is the most direct route.
The only other way lies through the mountains, which are notorious bandit country."
I had had enough of bandits.
"Then we had better pinch the map and copy it. Is he fast enough asleep, do you think?"
"I shall make sure. . . ." He trotted across the floor. I saw him touch d.i.c.kon"s face with one of his hooves, there was a tiny puff of what looked like pinkish smoke, and he trotted back, nodding his head. "You can take it now; I gave him a little Sleepy Dust."
Together we studied the map. He pointed to where the town was marked: "We are here." With his delicate antennae he traced a way around the bog, shook his head and marked a path across the middle. "Quicker; as I remember there are markers."
I didn"t ask how long it was since he had been this way. "What if they are no longer there?"
"We"ll check first. After the bog the trail winds along that valley bottom to the desert. The Desert of Death," he repeated.
"Is it-is it that bad?"
He hesitated. "I have only been there once, and I was with my master and the others of my kind. Then it was not too bad, but you must realize that my brethren can manage on little water and food if necessary, and my Lord had reached such an exalted plane of consciousness that he could, I believe, have existed on air alone." He was perfectly serious. "Besides which, there was a town and temple halfway across."
"Isn"t it very hot?"
"Yes, during the day. At night it can be equally cold. The terrain is difficult too. It is a bare, arid place, littered with small stones and rocks. It is necessary to carry all one"s food and water; it is not called the Desert of Death for nothing. However if we take care and prepare ourselves properly it shouldn"t be too difficult. I am sure I can find the temple again, and there we can stay for a while and stock up with fresh provisions; it is on the only oasis we shall come across."
He paused and his antennae flicked across the map.
"Once across the mountains we are in the foothills of the final range of mountains. Over them, just there, marked by a circle, is a Buddhist monastery. It looks over a deep valley, and in the center of that valley there is a conical hill-they say it could be the core of a long-extinct volcano-and because of the way the light falls and its distance, they call it the Blue Mountain. In the margin of the map is written: "This is believed to be the home of Dragons." This, by the way, and whatever your friend says, is an original map, not a copy."
"Then he must have stolen it. . . ." But I was not really concerned with that; all I could do was concentrate on that little hill on the map. It looked so near, but also, if the truth were told, so insignificant a thing to hold all my dreams.
"I saw it once in the distance," said Ky-Lin, "and it did look blue, but I did not know then that it was rumored a dragon lair. Come, you should make a copy before he wakes."
My hands were shaking so much both with antic.i.p.ation and the discovery that my mountain did exist, that it took me longer than I had antic.i.p.ated to complete the copy, but we managed to get the original back in d.i.c.kon"s clothing without him waking.
"Ky-Lin," I whispered. "How soon can we go?"
He considered. "The weather is set fair, new provisions have come into the town, we have the confirmation of the map . . . two days, perhaps."
"Why not tomorrow?" I couldn"t wait to leave.
"Provisions to buy and pack for a start; you need to make a proper list. Then we shall need a half-dozen water skins, more blankets, a length of rope and you could do with a new pair of strong boots. In order to carry all the baggage, I shall have to grow again, and you will have to alert your friend to my existence."
I glanced over at d.i.c.kon. "But he"s not coming!"
"You don"t want him to accompany us?"
"Certainly not! We"ve managed fine without him so far."
"He could be useful carrying the baggage. . . ."
"I-I just don"t want him along, that"s all." I couldn"t explain it. It wasn"t the sort of thing you could put into words. I could quote his cowardice, his obsession with the thought of treasure, his searching of my belongings, the way he literally seemed to haunt my every move, but it wasn"t just that; it was something deeper and more frightening. Inside of me there was an unspoken dread of him: not what he was but what he might become. He posed a threat to my future happiness, of that I was sure, but how or why I had no idea. It was like waking to a day of brilliant sunshine and being convinced that it would rain before nightfall, but far more sinister than that. All I was sure of was that I couldn"t explain it.
"Very well; if you can manage the purchasing tomorrow, and the packing, then we"ll make it the day after. I"ll tell you again what we need in the morning."
"Can you give him some more Sleepy Dust?"
Ky-Lin hesitated. "It is not good for humans to give them too much. Ideally there should be a twelve-month between each dose. But he did not take much tonight; perhaps a small dose will do no harm."
From the moment he awoke in the morning d.i.c.kon did his unintentional best to hamper all my attempts to organize our departure; he was a positive pain, following me round the town as I made my purchases.
"Why are you buying that? We"ve got a couple already. What do we need those for? When are we setting out? Where are you supposed to be going on your pilgrimage? How are we getting there? I hope you don"t think I"m going to carry that. Are we going to hire some sort of transport? How much money have you left? Are we going to do another performance?" Etc., etc., etc., till I could have screamed.
But I knew I had to behave in a calm and rational manner, as if the last thought on my mind was to escape from him that very night, so I made up answers to those questions I couldn"t answer truthfully, telling a heap of lies with a smile on my face and my fingers mentally crossed. Fifteen Hail Marys later . . .
By late afternoon I think I had persuaded him we would not be leaving for a few days" time, and I tried to make my frantic packing that evening look like routine tidying up. He eyed the sacks, packs and panniers with distrust.
"We"ll never carry all that!"
"It"s not more than we can manage; you carry your share, I"ll carry mine."
"I shall just look like a donkey. . . ."
"No more than usual," I said briskly. "Now, what would you like for supper?"
We dined well, as Growch and I would be snacking until we had crossed the bog, and we didn"t know how long that would take, so it was chicken soup with chopped hard-boiled eggs, fried pastry rolls filled with bean shoots and herbs, and chopped chicken livers in a bean and lentil pudding. I had camomile tea, d.i.c.kon had rice wine. I thought to allay further suspicion by begging for a further look at his maps, knowing what his reponse would be.
"Oh, no you don"t! I"m not having you learn them by heart and then steal a march on me! Once we"re on the road together you can take another look."
I yawned. "Have it your own way. There"s no hurry. I"m for bed. The clearing- up can wait till the morning. Blow out the lamp before you go to bed, please. .