"A thousand years. Not really very long; living memory for me, most of it. And on Earth there are complete daily records of practically everything that went on there from before that time... but Earth never Fell the way Ventus did. Miraculous." He shut the book; it made a satisfying thud and a waft of dust rose before his face.
"I take it you are glad we came," she said. "Despite the army outside?"
He waved his hand, dismissing either the dust or the besieging force. "Yes. I"m most likely to find out what I want to know here. In case they burn this library down, I"m going to read it."
"Read it? The whole thing? Tonight?" She didn"t hide her disbelief.
"Well... maybe not all. Most, anyway." He smiled, an increasingly common thing lately.
"But why? This queen, she is important to you for what she can tell you. I see that now. But why is she so special? You want to talk to her. Her people want to kill her. What has she done?"
Armiger inspected another shelf. "Of course you wouldn"t get much news living alone in the country as you did. Where to start, though? Galas has always been different, apparently.
"She was installed on the throne at a young age by the Winds. No one knows why. Whatever they wanted, she apparently didn"t provide it, because they haven"t lifted a finger to stop Parliament marching on her. But she"s done extraordinary things."
He came to sit on the arm of a couch near her. "Galas is the sort of philosopher-monarch who arises once in a millenium," he said. "She may rank with Earthly rulers like Mao in terms of the scope of her accomplishments. People like her aren"t content to merely rule a nation--they want to reinvent both it and the people who live in it."
Megan was puzzled, but interested now. "What do you mean, reinvent?"
"New beliefs. New religions. New economics, new science. And not just as a process of reform or nation-building. Rather as a single artistic whole. During her reign Galas has viewed her nation as an artistic medium to be shaped."
She shifted uncomfortably. "That"s... horrible."
Armiger seemed surprised. "Why? Her impulse has been to improve things. And she"s almost never used force, certainly not against the common people. Her actions are reminiscent of those of the Amarna rulers of ancient Egypt... sorry, I keep referring to things you can"t know.
"Anyway, what she did was give her people a completely new, and all-encompa.s.sing, vision of the world. Nothing has been left unchanged--art, commerce, she has even tried to reform the language itself."
Megan laughed. "That"s silly."
Armiger shrugged. "She"s failed at a lot of things. In terms of language, she tried to ban the use of possessives when speaking of emotional states, motives and people. So that you could not say, "he is my husband" for instance."
She glowered. "That is evil."
"But you could also not say that something is his fault, or her fault. She wanted to remove a.s.signments of blame from speech and writing, and refocus expression on contexts of behavior. To eliminate victimless crimes, crimes of ostracization, for instance the "crime" of being a h.o.m.os.e.xual. Also to move the emphasis of Justice away from blame and punishment to behavior management. Far too ambitious for a single generation. So it didn"t work.
"But no one on Ventus has ever thought of these things before. Galas is entirely original in her thinking."
"So why are they out there?" She pointed to the windows.
"Oh, the usual reasons. She started threatening the stability of the ruling cla.s.ses, at least in their own eyes. No ruler who does that ever stands for long. She"d built experimental towns recently, out in the desert. Each operated on some one of the new principles she espoused. Naturally most of them flew in the face of orthodox mores. Of course the salt barons will revolt if you display an interest in eliminating money from commerce!"
"You make me sound like a fool."
Galas stood in the doorway, in a blue morning-dress, her hair bound up by golden pins. Megan hurried to her feet and curtsied. Armiger languidly bowed, shaking his head.
"It is merely the voice of experience, your majesty. Humans become violent when they feel their interests are threatened."
Galas scowled. "They were never threatened! Parliament is a rumor-mill staffed by trough-fed clods who abuse the tongue of their birth every time they open their mouths. They all gabble at once and confuse one another mightily, and when this confusion is committed to paper they refer to it as "policy"."
"I won"t dispute that, having never attended," Armiger said.
The queen swept into the room. Two members of the royal guard followed, to take positions on either side of the doorway. "I had to try," Galas said bitterly. "For centuries no one has tried anything new! So what would be one more life in dumb service to tradition? Where would it get us, except back where we started when the wheel of this life had come around again? Someone had to ask questions men have been afraid to ask all that time. It has always been obvious to me that no one else would do it, either now or in the future. I had to do it all, even the things you call foolish. Else how could we know anything? Anything at all?"
Armiger said nothing, but he nodded in acquiescence.
"Sometimes one"s responsibility goes beyond one"s own generation," Galas said. She sat in the chair next to Megan"s, and smiled at her warmly. "I trust you slept well, lady?"
"Yes, thank you, your highness."
"And you, Sir Maut? Do you even sleep?" Her voice held a teasing note.
He inclined his head. "When it suits me." Then he frowned. "I hope you don"t view us a pair of jesters, here to distract you from what"s waiting outside your gates. My purpose is quite serious--as serious as your own situation."
Galas" eyes flashed, but she only said, "I remain to be convinced. That is all."
"Fair enough." Armiger moved from his perch on the arm of the couch, to sit down properly. "So, who am I, and what do I want of you? That is what you would like to know."
Galas nodded. Megan saw that the moth-note Armiger had written her was stuck, folded, through the belt of her dress. Perhaps she had been rereading it over breakfast. For rea.s.surance?
Megan couldn"t begin to imagine what it must be like for her, with those men camped outside, waiting permission to brutalize and destroy everything. Servants killed, treasured possessions robbed... but Galas was outwardly cool.
She must be crying inside. It"s cruel of Armiger to give her any hope now.
"Ask me anything," said Armiger. "Ask me something to test my knowledge, if you wish."
"Were all my mistakes obvious?" blurted the queen. "Is what I"ve fought for all my life trivially simple anywhere else? Am I a primitive, next to the people who live on other stars?"
"They might think so," said Armiger. "I do not."
"If you are what you say you are, then it makes all the pain I"ve suffered--and inflicted--pointless." Galas was not looking at them, but off into the middle distance. "I"ve been so busy since you arrived, making final preparations... the a.s.sault will come soon. But there hasn"t been an instant when I didn"t wonder why I was bothering. If everything I"ve tried to discover was learned millenia ago... I feel like the G.o.ds are laughing at me. I feel like an ant all puffed up with pride over having laboriously mapped out the boundaries of a garden. I don"t think you can tell me anything to change that impression."
Armiger smiled. "I must be the fool, then, to waste my time talking to an ant."
"Don"t make light of this!" She rose and went to stand over him. Megan was amazed at how Galas seemed to tower over Armiger, though the difference in their heights was such that even with him sitting, they were almost eye to eye.
Armiger was unfazed. "I was not. It is you who are belittling yourself."
Galas whirled and walked to the windows. "Then tell me I"m wrong! Tell me about the heavens--who lives there, what are they like? Have you walked on other planets? Talked to their people? Are they all-knowing, all-wise--or are they fools like us?"
Armiger"s smiled grew wider. "They are all-knowing, but no wiser than anyone else. In fact, since they know everything they believe they possess the wisdom of the ages. Hence, I"d have to say, they are bigger fools than you."
"But I don"t want to hear that either," said the queen. "Because it means there is no progress. If I educate my people and yet they remain fools, why have I bothered?"
Armiger crossed his arms, shrugged at Megan, but said nothing.
"All right," said Galas. She turned around and leaned on the windowsill. "Tell me about the heavens, please. I do want to know."
Many leagues away, Jordan Mason paused in his whittling and closed his eyes. He had been basking in the wan autumn sunlight and listening to Armiger and Megan with half an ear. He sat on a log by the remains of last night"s fire; he faced away from the wagon, where the girl Tamsin was hiding again.
Jordan had told a carefully edited version of the story of the Boros catastrophe yesterday. Both Suneil and his niece had listened intently. He had excluded any mention of Axel and Calandria, and said nothing about August"s duel or the attack by Turcaret"s men. Apparently the word was out that Yuri and Turcaret had been killed; Jordan simply shrugged and said he hadn"t seen that. His story was that he had panicked and run. Since he was visiting the household on his own anyway, he had just kept walking when daybreak came. Suneil seemed to accept this. It wasn"t at all implausible that he should want to get as far away from the place as possible, after all.
Suneil had arisen early this morning, but had said little. Jordan walked the boundaries of the small encampment, kicking the dirt and wondering whether his presence here was endangering these two.
When he heard Galas ask Armiger about the heavens, he forgot all about his problems. Megan had never asked about that, and Jordan was intensely curious. When he closed his eyes he could see what Armiger saw, and if he stayed still the voices became clearer and clearer, until he seemed to be there with them.
The words seemed to emerge from his own mouth. Whenever that happened, Jordan felt almost as though they were his own thoughts he was speaking, and he invariably remembered them with perfect clarity later. Just now he was saying, "The stars in the night sky have their retinue of planets. Millions are inhabited, but if you gaze up at them tonight, know that only one in every thousand you see has people living by it, there are that many. Millions have been visited and explored, but for every one of them a million more are still mysteries.
"Humans like yourself moved into the galaxy a thousand years ago. Your ancient homeworld is now a park, where few can go except by special permission. All the other worlds in the home system were settled centuries ago, and are overflowing now. The"ve even dismantled the minor planets and smaller moons and built new habitats with them. The population of that star system is now over seventy trillion.
"Many other stars have similarly huge civilizations. Add to that the dozens of alien species, genetically altered humans, cyborgs, demiG.o.ds and G.o.ds, and the peace you see in the sky seems more and more like an illusion."
"What are these things?" asked the queen. "Cyborgs? DemiG.o.ds?"
"Mecha," said Armiger curtly. "But designed by people for the most part. Some people have had themselves transformed into mechal beings, so that they can live in hostile environments, like open s.p.a.ce, or the crushing depths of giant planets" atmospheres. The boundary between human and nonhuman began to blur centuries ago, and now it"s completely gone."
"And you? What are you?"
Jordan felt Armiger"s hands form fists in his lap. "DemiG.o.d. Human once, I think--but I no longer remember. I"m ancient, your highness, but mortal. Even the G.o.ds are mortal. And I will die, unless I can find a secret known only to the Winds of Ventus."
Armiger was lying, according to what Calandria had told Jordan when they travelled together. She had told him the demiG.o.d had come to Ventus to subvert the Winds, and take control of the entire world. He knew Armiger was weakening, though, and Jordan didn"t know if he could trust Calandria May.
"What is this secret?"
"It is the secret of why the Winds ignore or abuse humanity," said Armiger.
Galas laughed. "Countless generations have wondered that. I do too. Do you believe I have the secret?"
"I think you may know more than you realize."
"You came to see me because of the legends," she accused. "They say the Winds placed me on the throne, so I am a.s.sumed to know their secrets. For a G.o.d, you are rather naive, Maut."
He waved a hand dismissively. "The legends brought you to my attention, but even if they"re wrong, I made the right choice in coming to you. I am sure of it."
"Now you speak like a courtier."
"My apologies."
Galas returned to her seat. Jordan admired her through Armiger"s eyes; she was not so old as she had appeared in the throne room--perhaps in her late thirties. This war was aging her prematurely, he thought. He wanted to touch her, but had never learned the trick of making Armiger"s limbs move at his own urging.
"Why not just ask the Winds of another world?" asked the queen.
"There are no other Winds. There is no other place like Ventus."
Jordan watched Galas" eyes widen. He remembered sympathetically how he had reacted when Calandria told him the same thing. "But," she started, "you just spoke of millions of worlds--trillions of people--"
"There are a million organizing principles in human s.p.a.ce. None resemble Ventus. Your world is unique, and the records of the design of the Winds were lost in a war centuries ago. Most of humanity lives in something known as the Archipelago--an immense region whose boundaries are so vague that much of its citizenry doesn"t even know of its existence."
"Now you"re talking madness," smiled the queen. "Not that anything you"ve said so far would survive debate in the House."
"Archipelago is the only answer to ruling a population of trillions, who own a million different cultures, mores and histories." He shrugged. "It is simple: an artificial intelligence--a mechal brain, if you will--exists that mediates things. It knows each and every citizen personally, and orchestrates their meetings with others, communications and so on so as to avoid irreconcilable conflict. Beyond that, it stays out of sight, for it has no values, no desires of its own. It is as if every person had their own guardian spirit, and these spirits never warred, but acted in concert to improve people"s lives."
"A tyranny of condescension," said Galas.
"Yes. You worried earlier that everything was known. Well, yes and no. The government of the Archipelago has the sum of human knowledge and can speak it directly into people"s minds. But it"s only the sum of human knowledge. It is only one perspective. Here on Ventus, something quite different has come to exist. A new wisdom, you might say. The sum of the knowledge of an entire conscious world, unsullied by human perspective. Ventus, you see, is infinitely precious."
"Then why aren"t they here? A trillion tourists from the sky?"
"The Winds don"t permit visitors. Though there are a few, I suppose--researchers vainly trying to crack the cyphers of the Diadem Swans. Hiding from the Winds, of course."
"But you slipped in."
"I did. The Winds know something I must learn if I am to survive. I cannot speak to them. So I must ask you, as the one person on Ventus who knows them best, to help me."
"And why should I help?"
Armiger stood and walked to one of the tall windows. "Outside your gates is an army. That army did not need to come here. You need never have embarked on the path that led you here. And you knew things would end this way, didn"t you? It was inevitable from the moment you began to try to change the fundamental beliefs of your people."
Below this high window he could see a crowded, hectic courtyard. Beyond that, walls, then the hazy, unbelievable crush of the besieging army.
"They had to kill you in the end," he said.
"Yes," said the queen in a small voice. "But I had to try... to end this long night that has swallowed the whole world."
He turned, and Jordan felt his eyes narrow, his mouth set hard. "Then help me. If I survive, I may well be able to do what you could not."
"I said, h.e.l.lo."
Jordan looked up. Suneil"s niece Tamsin stood in front of him, arms crossed, her head c.o.c.ked to one side.
He was annoyed at the interruption, and almost told her to go away-but he was a guest of these people, after all. "I was meditating."
"Uh, huh. Looked more like sleeping with your mouth open."
Jordan opened his mouth, closed it again, and then said, "Did you want something?"
"Uncle wants a good supply of firewood in the wagon before we get to the border. Isn"t that why you"re here, to do that stuff for us?"
Jordan stood and stretched. "It is indeed." He saw no need to say anything more to this shrew.
"Well good," she said as she followed him into the gra.s.s. "We wouldn"t want any freeloaders on this trip."
Jordan noticed that Suneil was watching this exchange from the vicinity of the wagon. "I"ll work my keep," said Jordan, as he increased his stride to outdistance her.
"See that you do!" she hollered. Then, apparently satisfied, she limped back to the wagon and began arguing with her uncle about something.