Helliconia: Helliconia Spring, Helliconia Summer, Helliconia Winter (57 page)

The hole was waist deep, the size of a small room.

The foreheads of the men were painted with central eyes.

Dathka appeared around the corner of the canvas and looked down into the excavation, grinning at his friend’s mishap.

‘What are you doing?’ Laintal Ay demanded of the three men.

Recovering from their astonishment, the three stood firm. One said, ‘This will be a shrine dedicated to great Naba’s Akha, and is therefore sacred ground. We have to ask you to leave at once.’

‘I own this ground,’ Laintal Ay said. ‘Show me your licence to rent a patch here.’

While the young men were exchanging looks, more pilgrims gathered round the hole, looking down and muttering. All wore black and white robes.

‘We haven’t got a licence. We aren’t selling anything.’

‘Where are you from?’

A large man with a black cloth wound about his head stood on the edge of the hole, accompanied by two older women who carried a large object between them. He called down in a pompous voice, ‘We are followers of the great Naba’s Akha and we are proceeding southwards, spreading the word. We plan to erect a small chapel here and we demand you remove your unworthy self immediately.’

‘I own this ground, every spadeful of it. Why are you digging down if you need to build a chapel up? Don’t you foreigners know air from earth?’

One of the young diggers said, apologetically, ‘Akha is the god of earth and underground, and we live in his veins. We shall spread his good news through all lands. Are we not Takers from Pannoval?’

‘You are not taking this hole without permission,’ Laintal Ay roared. ‘Get out; all of you.’

The large pompous man began to shout, but Dathka drew his sword. He stabbed forward. The object the two older women
carried was covered with a cloth. Pricking the cloth with his sword point, Dathka whisked the fabric away. An awkwardly crouching figure was revealed, semihuman, its frog eyes blind but staring. It was carved from a black stone.

‘What a beauty!’ Dathka exclaimed, laughing. ‘An ugly mug like that needs to be covered up!’

The pilgrims became furious. Akha had been insulted; sunlight was never allowed to touch Akha. Several men flung themselves at Dathka. Laintal Ay jumped out of the hole shouting, and set about the pilgrims with the flat of his sword. The skirmish brought a marshal and two of his men armed with staves to the scene, and in a short while the pilgrims were battered enough to promise their future good conduct.

Laintal Ay and Dathka continued on to Oyre’s new rooms in Vry’s tower, which was being rebuilt. Oyre had moved because the square about the big tower had become so noisy, with its wooden stalls and drinking booths. With Oyre had gone Dol and her small son, Rastil Roon Den, together with Dol’s ancient mother, Rol Sakil. As Aoz Roon’s absence lengthened, Dol had become concerned for her safety in a building that also housed the two increasingly unruly lieutenants, Faralin Ferd and Tanth Ein.

At the entrance to the tower, still referred to as Shay Tal’s Tower, four burly young freed Borlienian slaves were on guard. That arrangement was Laintal Ay’s doing. He received their salutes as he and Dathka entered.

‘How’s Oyre?’ he asked, already beginning to tramp upstairs.

‘Recovering.’

He found his beloved lying in a bed, with Vry, Dol, and Rol Sakil beside her. He went to her and she put her arms round him.

‘Oh, Laintal Ay – it was so horrible. I felt such fear.’ She stared into his eyes. He looked upon her face, seeing there weariness, caught in the faint lines under her eyes. All who went father-communing were aged by the experience. ‘I thought I’d never get back to you, my love,’ she said. ‘The world below becomes worse every time you visit it.’

Age had bent Rol Sakil double. Her long white hair covered her face, so that all that could be seen was her nose. She squatted
by the bed nursing her grandson, and said, ‘It’s only them who are old who fail to return, Oyre.’

Oyre sat up and clung more tightly to Laintal Ay. He could feel her shivering.

‘It seemed doubly awful this time – a universe without suns. The world below is the opposite of ours, with the original boulder like a sun below everything, black, giving out black light. All the fessups hang there like stars – not in air but rock. All being sucked slowly down into the black hole of the boulder … They’re so malign, they hate the living.’

‘It’s true,’ agreed Dol, soothing her old mother. ‘They hate us and would eat us up if they could.’

‘They snap at you as you go by.’

‘Their eyes are full of evil dusts.’

‘Their jaws too …’

‘But your father?’ Laintal Ay prompted, bringing her back to the reason for her entering pauk.

‘I met my mother in the world below …’ Oyre could say no more for a moment. Though she clung to Laintal Ay, the world of air to which he belonged as yet seemed less real to her than the one she had left. Not one kind word had her mother for her, only blame and recrimination, and an intensity of hatred that the living scarcely dared reveal.

‘She said how I’d disgraced her name, brought her in shame to her grave. I’d killed her, I was responsible for her death, she had detested me since she first felt me stir in her womb … All the bad things I did as a child … my helplessness … my scumble … Oh, oh, I can’t tell you …’

She began to wail horribly to release her grief.

Vry came forward and helped Laintal Ay hold her. ‘It’s not true, Oyre, it’s all imagination.’ But she was thrust away by her weeping friend.

All had been in pauk at some time. All looked on in gloomy sympathy, locked in their own thoughts.

‘But your father,’ Laintal Ay said again. ‘Did you meet him?’

She recovered sufficiently to hold him at arm’s length, regarding him with red eyes, her face glistening with snot and tears.

‘He was not there, thanks be to Wutra, he was not there. The time has not yet arrived when he must fall to the world below.’

They gazed round at each other in puzzlement at this news. To cover a dread that Aoz Roon was, after all, with Shay Tal, Oyre went on talking.

‘Surely he won’t become that kind of evil gossie, surely he has lived a life full enough not to turn into one of those little bundles of malevolence? At least he’s spared that fate a while longer. But where is he, all these long weeks?’

Dol began to weep by infection, snatching Rastil Roon from her mother, rocking him, and saying, ‘Is he still alive? Where is he? He wasn’t so bad, to be honest … Are you sure he wasn’t down below?’

‘I tell you he wasn’t. Laintal Ay, Dathka, he’s still somewhere in this world, though Wutra knows where, that we can be sure of.’

Rol Sakil began to wail, now that her movements were not hampered by the infant.

‘We must all go down to that terrible place, sooner or later. Dol, Dol, it will be your poor old mother’s turn next … Promise you’ll come and see me, promise, and I promise I’ll say no word against you. I will never blame you for the way you’ve become involved with that terrible man who has afflicted all our lives …’

As Dol comforted her mother, Laintal Ay tried to comfort Oyre, but she suddenly pushed him away and climbed from the bed, wiping her face and breathing deep. ‘Don’t touch me – I stink of the world below. Let me wash myself.’

During these lamentations, Dathka had stood at the back of the room, his stocky figure against the rough wall, his face wooden. Now he came forward.

‘Be silent, all of you, and try to think. We are in danger and must turn this news to our advantage. If Aoz Roon is alive, then we need a plan of action till he gets back – if he can get back. Maybe fuggies have captured him.

‘I warn you, Faralin Ferd and Tanth Ein plot to take over control of Oldorando. First, they mean to set up a mint, with that worm Raynil Layan in command of it.’ His eyes slid to Vry and then away again. ‘Raynil Layan already has the metal makers at work, minting a coinage. When they control that and pay their
men, they will be all-powerful. They will surely kill Aoz Roon when he returns.’

‘How do you know this?’ Vry asked. ‘Faralin Ferd and Tanth Ein are his friends of long-standing.’

‘As for that …’ Dathka said, and laughed. ‘Ice is solid till it melts.’

He stood alert, looking at each, finally letting his gaze rest on Laintal Ay.

‘Now we must prove our real worth. We tell nobody that Aoz Roon is still alive. Nobody. Better that they should be uncertain. Leave everyone in doubt. Oyre’s news would prompt the lieutenants to usurp power at once. They would act to forestall him before he got back.’

‘I don’t think—’ Laintal Ay began, but Dathka, suddenly in command of his tongue, cut him short.

‘Who has the best claim to rule if Aoz Roon is dead? You, Laintal Ay. And you, Oyre. Loilanun’s son and Aoz Roon’s daughter. This infant of Dol’s is a dangerous counterargument that the council could seize on. Laintal Ay, you and Oyre must become united at once. Enough shilly-shallying. We’ll command a dozen priests from Borlien for the ceremony, and you will make the announcement that the old Lord is dead, so the two of you will rule in his stead. You’ll be accepted.’

‘And Faralin Ferd and Tanth Ein?’

‘We can look after Faralin Ferd and Tanth Ein,’ said Dathka, grimly. ‘And Raynil Layan. They have no general support, as you do.’

They all regarded each other soberly. Finally, Laintal Ay spoke.

‘I am not going to usurp Aoz Roon’s title while he is still alive. I appreciate your cunning, Dathka, but I will not carry out your plan.’

Dathka put his hands on his hips and sneered. ‘I see. So you don’t care if the lieutenants do take over? They’ll kill you if they do – and me.’

‘I don’t believe that.’

‘Believe what you wish, they’ll certainly kill you. And Oyre, and Dol and this kid. Probably Vry too. Come out of your dreams.
They are tough men, and they have to act soon. The blindnesses, rumours of bone fever – they’ll act while you sit and mope.’

‘It would be better to get my father back,’ Oyre said, deliberately looking not at Laintal Ay but Dathka. ‘Things are in flux – we need a really strong ruler.’

Dathka laughed sourly at her remark and watched its effect on Laintal Ay without replying.

A heavy silence fell in the room. Laintal Ay broke it by saying awkwardly, ‘Whatever the lieutenants may or may not do, I am not going to bid for power. It would only be divisive.’

‘Divisive?’ Dathka said. ‘The place is divided, it’s sliding into chaos with all the foreigners here. You’re a fool if you ever believed Aoz Roon’s nonsense about unity.’

During this argument Vry had remained unobtrusively by the trapdoor, and was leaning with arms folded against the wall. She came forward now and said, ‘You make a mistake by thinking only of earthly things.’

Pointing towards the baby, she said, ‘When Rastil Roon was born, his father had just disappeared. That is three quarters ago. The time of double sunset is past. So it is three quarters since the last eclipse, I will remind you. Or the last blindness, if you prefer the old term.

‘I must warn you that another eclipse is approaching. Oyre and I have done our calculations—’

Dol’s aged mother set up a wail. ‘We never had these afflictions in the old days – what have we done to deserve them now? One more will finish everybody off.’

‘I can’t explain the why; I’m only just learning to explain the how,’ Vry said, casting a sympathetic glance at the old woman. ‘And if I’m correct, the next eclipse will be of much greater duration than the last, with Freyr totally concealed for over five and a half hours, and most of the day filled with the event, which will have begun when the suns rise. You can imagine the kind of panic that may ensue.’

Rol Sakil and Dol started to howl. Dathka ordered them abruptly to be quiet, and said, ‘A day-long eclipse? In a few years, we’ll have nothing but eclipse and no Freyr at all, if you’re right. Why do you make such claims, Vry?’

She faced him, looking seekingly at his dark countenance. Fearing what she saw, she answered deliberately in terms she knew he could not accept. ‘Because the universe is not random. It is a machine. Therefore one can know its movements.’

Such a deeply revolutionary statement had not been heard in Oldorando for centuries. It went entirely over Dathka’s head.

‘If you are sure, we must try to protect ourselves with sacrifices.’

Without bothering to argue, Vry turned to the others, saying, ‘The eclipses will not last for ever. They will go on for twenty years, getting shorter after the first eleven. After number twenty, they will not return.’

Her words were meant to reassure. The expression on their faces showed the pain of their inward thought: in twenty years, none of them was likely to be alive.

‘How can you know what’s going to happen in the future, Vry? Even Shay Tal couldn’t do that,’ Laintal Ay said heavily.

She wanted to touch him, but was too shy. ‘It’s a matter of observation and gathering old facts, putting everything together. It’s a matter of understanding what we know, of seeing what we see. Freyr and Batalix are far apart, even when they appear close to us. Each balances on the edge of a great round plate. The plates are tipped at an angle. Where they intersect, there eclipses happen, because our world is in line with Freyr, with Batalix between. Do you understand that?’