Gene Wars - Hammerfall Part 11

Hati bought two silver bracelets, redemption for her honor. It was the bracelets he had intended, jewelry for Hati; but out of fairness he asked a gift for Norit as well. And Tofi, once he heard, bought bracelets each for his women, for Maol and Jurid. Then the ex-soldiers had grief from Malin, and Malin turned up with two bracelets. How had that happened? Marak asked himself with suspicion, and set the au'it to finding out where the money had come from, but to no avail. Even fear of the Ila could not unravel that mystery.

At such a spreading of coin and charges about, however, the whole of Kais Pori laid out a feast, dried and fresh fruit, and delicately spiced peas, with baked roots swimming in rare grease, a delicacy which some of the poor of the northwest had never sampled.

They all sat on the ground, farmer-style, and sucked grease from their fingers and dipped them in salt until they had had enough of both. Their au'it and the water-au'it had put their heads together, and talked, and talked, all through the meal. The villagers danced. Even they, the madmen, danced, and the prost.i.tute and the women with Tofi danced, while the antheiri hummed their notes and the drums thumped a rapid rhythm.

The drums became a voice, however, and the voices called out of the east. They drank beer while the voices dinned names into their ears. The vision of the tower built itself out of the dung fire.

Afterward, shamelessly, in the open-sided tent, their own, and ignoring the roofs of the village, Marak lay down with two women of very different kind. Hati, with new bracelets s.h.i.+ning in the dim light, silver against dark skin, let her skilled hands go wandering, and drew his where she wished them. Norit was shy, but cried out scandalously until Hati stopped her with her hand across her mouth, laughing, with embarra.s.sed glances toward the nearby houses.

Norit's eyes remained eloquent, and her whole body trembled and sweated with pa.s.sion. Norit made love amid her madness, and said she saw a s.h.i.+ning hall, and lights, and people walked there.

Marak himself saw the cave of suns; and Hati swore the same. The voices cried at them together, each in their own names, and the visions were the same vision and the whole world slid away toward the east under their backs.

They lay in each other's arms all night.

Malin and a certain woman of the village, the au'it reported, obliged various of the men, and the soldiers were out of sorts, so perhaps the mystery of Malin's bracelets was solved; but Marak let it go.

There was this to surviving the desert together, that life was worth celebrating, and those who had been wise could turn foolish and those who had been fools came out wise men; and if that was the source of Malin's bracelets, Marak decided that was Malin's business.

But in the night the visions increased, and the two ex-soldiers who had survived the Lakht, Malin's lovers, walked away from the village toward the east, simply walking.

Marak found it out in the morning, when they gathered for a generous breakfast of flatbread and milk.

They were two men short, Malin was smug in her collection of bracelets, and those two, once he knew the tale, he could all but feel, walking, walking, walking, waterless and foolish, put out with Malin, having had far too much drink last night, and having perhaps grown fonder of Malin than she of them.

"We should break camp and overtake them," Marak said. The visions and voices troubled him more by the moment.

"Let them go," Malin said: she had mistaken popularity for authority, and spoke out her opinions as she pleased.

"We have another day here," Tofi protested.

"The men will die of thirst out there," Marak said. He saw the hall and figures, as Norit had said. He saw men walking, and he had lost two men to those visions: Hati had said all visions were the same, and had they not seen what he had been seeing all night? "Unless we break camp now, they're dead men. They have the visions we have. The calling is east. For once, Ka.s.san and Foragi are right."

Tofi looked unhappy, but even Maol murmured, "East," and the look was in their eyes.

So they struck the tents, the slaves both moping through their task, mourning the rich tables of the village, and bundled up the gear a day ahead of their plan. They roused out the beasts, who were no more ready to leave than the slaves, and who put up a great protest of lamenting and moaning. The beasts fled the reach of the slaves, and predictably the whole village of Pori turned out to watch and laugh.

Hati frowned, but Norit thought it funny, and laughed, too. "A'ip!" Hati said sharply, the command to halt, and stalked out into the circling pursuit, seized her own reluctant beast by the halter lead, and brought him back. Then she snagged Marak's, and brought him back, to the cheers of the onlookers, who mocked the slaves and cheered the other beasts on.

The au'it solemnly wrote her account, perched primly on a pile of their baggage awaiting beasts to carry it.

The beasts tired, the slaves put out a great effort, and caught one after another of the rebel animals. They had traded two of the beasts to the lord of Pori, and by refitting the saddles with side poles, made their other excess animals into pack beasts, but those complained about the loading, and hated the poles. It was all a swirl of bawling beasts and complaints and calls for this and that item in the most possible confusion.

The water-au'it meanwhile measured out the flow by which they filled all the waterskins, theirs and those large ones the beasts carried, to the brim. They favored themselves, at the Ila's charge, with a last, full drink from the sweet water, and the lord of the village, not disparaging madmen who paid well, gave each of them a fresh fruit, even the slaves.

It was a welcome surprise. Tofi was ready, however, and gave the lord a token, one of their fine bronze heating-mirrors, wrapped in soft leather.

"Count this, too, from the Ila," Marak said in all honesty.

"We look forward to your return," the lord of Pori said, bowed deeply and cherished the big mirror against his heart.

Would they? Marak asked himself. He had not asked himself that question in their stay here. It was their mission. But would they?

The lord's wife presented a bundle of dried fruit, which was a fine gift, too, one which Marak did not intend to h.o.a.rd to himself; but by now he feared he was not as expressive as he wished.Marak, Marak , the voices were saying and in his head he saw the cave of suns and imagined Ka.s.san and Foragi descending rocks, afoot, in danger. In his blood was a fever to be moving he had not felt since the Ila's hall. Structures of fire shot through his vision, and the sweet-sour taste of the living fruit, dripping with juices, provided its own distraction. He bid farewell with juice-wet fingers and kept the pit in his mouth, too distracted for conversation or wit.

Haste, the voices seemed to say now.Haste , as if someone were waiting and impatient. Was the vision of Ka.s.san and Foragi added to the rest? Or did ordinary men see such things? He had never understood, having been mad all his life.

There was still loud complaint from the beasts, from the village edge to the caravan track outside, and onto the flat that stretched before them. But,Marak ! the voices said, over and over and over, and the fire was in the rest of them. Water and fresh fruit and willing flesh had no power like what seethed in the mad now. It had overpowered the soldiers. Now it overpowered even Malin, who might have wanted to stay in Pori. She wept. She ran off among the buildings. And she crept back again, and sought her riding beast, catching its rein. But she had no one to help her mount. She tried to make it kneel, and it only circled and bawled.

"d.a.m.n you!" she shouted. It made some of the villagers laugh, but none of the mad was amused.

"Do we want her?" Hati asked, in the haze of images and the din of voices.

Malin had gotten two village men to lift her up, and suffered indignities of their hands on the way. But she landed astride, her clothes utterly in disarray, and took the rein in both hands, and kicked the recalcitrant beast as fiercely as she could. It threw back its head and complained, but she had the rein in her hands, and turned him, to the howling mirth of the villagers.

"Let us go," Marak said to Tofi, who was already out of countenance with the sudden departure, and with Malin, and the missing soldiers.

"This isn't wise," Tofi said. "This isn't a race, omi."

Marak was sure it was not. But it satisfied the voices. And not even Malin could slither out of their grip.

Chapter Nine.

The stars in heaven are numbered and the Ila knows the names of them.

-The Book of Oburan They found their missing pairstaggering along toward noon, gla.s.sy-eyed and confused, on a steep shale.

Alive. That was the wonder.

"Where are you going, fools?" Marak asked.

"To the tower," Foragi said, and the other, Ka.s.san: "The cave."

"Give them water," Marak said. "They seem alive enough to save."

"Things are growing in our eyes," the one cried, and it was all too true: Marak knew; all the mad knew: there were times that the lines of fire seemed to proliferate, to demand attention, to build and build and build.

They had brought beasts saddled for their fellow fools, but it was too steep to mount, and they were big men, too heavy to lift up at the disadvantage of the slope. The ex-soldiers had to walk down.

"These men we can do without," Tofi said in a low voice as they rode. "The woman we can do without, most of all. They're the troublemakers. There always are, in a caravan, and these are ours."

"There always are," Marak agreed. "Without their bad example, someone else would have to be the fool. Would they not?"

Tofi gave an uncertain laugh, and thought about it on the way down the shale.

By the time they got down it was noon, and Foragi had cut his boot on a rock, and bloodied his foot.

That was not good. Tofi was out of sorts, and Marak this time agreed with him.

"We shouldn't camp near this accident," Tofi said. "We should bind that up, and get him on his beast, and be another hour away before we rest."

"We'll do that," Marak said, well knowing the reasons. He himself got the kit and bound up the wound and dried it with powders, and scoured the boot out with sand and liniment. The au'it recorded the men's recovery, and their treatment.

In the meanwhile they all baked in the sun, and the beasts grew ill-tempered before they set themselves under way, several of the pack beasts having sat down, then refusing to rise until they were completely unpacked and allowed to stand. Then they had to be packed up again, all to grumbling and complaint and bawling up and down the line.

They were at the edge of a stony plain, lower than the highlands of the Lakht, a region littered with fragments of shale. The persistent wind moved the sand always in the same direction, in great red ripples flecked with black, and there was no easy way across. The beasts complained. Men complained.

Tofi avowed he had no idea, beyond Pori, where they were bound, except the star Kop still would provide their easterly direction.

"East is all we have," Marak confessed to Hati, to Norit, to the au'it, and necessarily to the men who shared his tent, two hours later, in the h.e.l.lish heat of a still afternoon on the pan. "East. I don't know what else to do, now."

Since the debacle at noon, he had regretted leaving Pori. His haste to put them on the road seemed foolish to him now that they had found the soldiers alive, even if another night might have lost them. They had lost others. Proffa the tailor had been a fine man, worth ten of those two. But an underlying urgency gnawed at his reason. He saw it working in the soldiers. He saw it building in others. There was no more economy and no more common sense where that impulse took over. Structures built within his eyes.

They shaped letters.Hurry , they said.No delay .

They burned there, overlying the world.

"I see words," he admitted to Hati.

"How can you see words?"

"I see them," he said. "Like the au'it. I read. We're late for something. We have to hurry. I don't know why that's so. The soldiers knew it. Maybe they can read, though I'd have doubted it."

The au'it wrote all they said, for the Ila's record.

"I see people walking," one of the others said, Kosul the potter, who sat nearby, and that, it struck him, was exactly what Norit had said. "They want us all."

"The people there in the tower want us," Norit said in this council of equals they had made in their tent.

"I don't know why."

Heads generally nodded agreement.

And who had said there were people in the tower? But now they all believed it, and everyone agreed.

Whether or not the soldiers could read, he had no idea. They had chosen the shade of the other tent, preferring the company of Maol and Tofi and the slaves, who detested them... most of all preferring Malin, who would not come near Hati, and there were only two tents in which to shelter.

Marak's skin crawled. He wanted to rise up and deny all relations.h.i.+p with the rest of them.

And yet he increasingly formed a notion in his head not only of a threat sweeping down on them from every quarter of the earth, but of a refuge toward which they walked, one at the very heart of all the mystery they pursued, one they must reach soon, or die.

He s.h.i.+vered, and Norit caught the s.h.i.+ver, and so did Hati, then no few of the others.

All at once, for no reason whatsoever, he-all of them, perhaps-saw a hall of suns; and figures moving shadowlike among them. Structures traced fire across his vision.

He shouted. He clenched his hands and saw a door before him, and that door moved with no hand touching it, like the Ila's doors, but what was behind that door he could not answer and did not want to know.

A man cried out near him, and fell down in a fit. "I see spirits!" he cried. "The G.o.d! The G.o.d! Ila save us and intercede! I see the G.o.d!"

Fever rushed over Marak's skin, making his heart beat hard and his ears roar with sound.

Marak, a single voice said, wis.h.i.+ng his attention, and he tried to give it, but the images came pouring through. From the other tent, at greater remove, there were shrieks and shouts.

Tower and cave and star, and each opened, and divulged a heart of structures and shapes and forms and light, all jumbled together. Walls were built of light and fire. Structures had tastes. Sounds had texture like rough sand.

He shouted. He leapt up and found something to lean on, the smooth strength of a tent pole, proving where he was. He rested his head against it, and stayed there long, long, not daring move until the visions stopped.

The fever had come back, as if he had taken a wound; and when his vision cleared he saw Norit had clenched her arms across her stomach and Hati had her hands braced before her mouth, gazing at nothing at all.

They had rushed out into the wilderness like novices, they had found their lost, and now they suffered for it.

Tofi came over to find them in that condition. Men were lying in fits and others lying tranquilly staring at the ceiling. "What's this?" Tofi cried, and then began to back out from under the shade of the tent, as if he feared for his life. They all might be in that condition, in both tents, all but the sane.

Marak roused himself so far as to lift his head. "Resting," Marak said. "Only resting. Is it time to move?"

Marak! The voices screamed at him, shook him, raged at him with lights.Hurry, hurry, hurry !

"It's time," Tofi said fearfully, doubtless longing for Pori, and safety, and sane men.

Marak, pulled Hati up, saw the vacancy in her eyes, and shook her. "Wake," he said. "Wake. Sleep in the saddle."

No father, no mother, no sister, no wife, no lover could divert them. Lifelong, one purpose, one need.

East. East. East, where the sun begins.

Norit, too, he pulled to her feet. The au'it and Tofi woke the others, and they began to pull the stakes and collapse the tents.

Malin and the soldiers, it turned out, had gone, simply walked ahead of them when the madness had taken hold, and no one had noticed until they all mounted up, and there were two beasts too many. So all their haste to leave Pori was wasted, and no one much cared about three fools madder than the rest of them.

But Marak cared. The land descended, beyond the dunes, in more dry, broken shale, black rock that heated enough in the afternoon to blister a human foot, and the beasts hated the footing... the heat hurt even through their pads, and their long, thin legs had trouble dealing with a skid.

More, there began to be blood on the shale, and off toward the shadowing east, an ominous gathering of vermin dotted the sky.

They were following three fools. What could they expect?

Yethaste! haste! haste ! the voices railed, and the tower built itself, and fire ran across the horizon.

"They're leaving blood," Hati said, on the slide above him. "This is not safe."

"What is safe?" Tofi asked with an anxious laugh, from below them. They were on the steep part of the shale, now, and every step the beasts made cracked into a thousand sliding fragments. "What has been safe?"

He no more than said it than there came a loud slippage and dark rush of dust and shale past them, and beasts bawled and s.h.i.+ed in a cascade of fragments.