Mother of Eden (33 page)

Part VII

Starlight Brooking

“Starlight?” murmured Julie. “I’m sorry to wake you, but do you think this is it?”

I opened my eyes, came back from my dreams into the world where Greenstone was dead and men with metal spears were coming for me in fast fast boats from across the Deep Darkness.

The others had stopped paddling, and were looking out over the water. Even the bats were looking. Ahead and to the left of us on Mainground, orange light lit up the smoke from many fires burning beside the water. Against it were the dark, square shapes of houses and shelters.

I stood up in the boat. The houseplace looked similar in size to Veeklehouse, but it sat right down next to the water rather than at the top of a cliff. Immediately alpway of it there was a dark gap in the forest where a great river opened out into the Pool like an enormous mouth. And from out of the river
came
a river, a wide band of darkness, almost black in the middle but a glowing orange-brown round its cloudy edges, that split the bright water in two, all the way out to World’s Edge. Ahead of us a single boat, one of those heavy double log-
boats that the Davidfolk used, was crossing from the bright water into this band of darkness.

A wave of nausea swept over me and I leaned, gagging, over the side.

Julie was with me, and Dixon, and Johnny, and three friends of Johnny’s called Peter, Jeff, and Talltree, who’d never been further than Nob Head. I watched them looking with bright and hungry eyes at the houses, the buckfat lanterns, the people in colored longwraps, just as me and Angie had once looked hungrily at Veeklehouse. But I’d seen many houseplaces now, and I scarcely even glanced at this one. I had other things I needed to think about, and what in the world looks interesting, anyway, when you’re feeling sick sick sick in your belly?

A young man came over to us. He had a wispy blond beard and a narrow face, and wore a green hat with a feather in it.

“You have to give me two stones if you’re going to leave your boat there, people,” he said in the odd, flat speech of Brown River. “That’s the Council rule. Two stones, and then one more for each waking you leave it there.”

“Stones?”
grumbled Dixon. “What do you mean by
stones
?”

I sighed. “It’ll be like sticks in Veeklehouse, won’t it, Uncle?” I suggested as patiently as I could. “Or cubes in New Earth.”

The boy turned toward me. “You got it, Einstein,” he said as he coolly checked me out. “Like sticks or cubes. And I’ll take sticks or cubes instead, if you prefer.” He noticed the two bats standing behind me and his eyes brightened. “Hey! Cutbats! Where did you people get those?”

I ignored his question. “Listen,” I said. “We’ll give you a metal cube then, instead of two of your stones?”

We’d brought with us two of the bags of metal that Greenstone had given to Dixon back at Veeklehouse, and I took out a cube, just like the ones I’d once flung in handfuls to the small people of New Earth.

“Where
do
you people come from?” the boy persisted, quickly accepting the metal, which was obviously worth a good deal more to him than two stones. “This is New Earth metal, and those are New Earth bats and a New Earth boat. But look at you lot in your skin wraps, and listen to the way you talk! No way are you from New Earth. So how did you come by all this?”

Me and Julie had agreed on a story.

“We live in a little poolside place,” I told him, “rockway some distance from here. It’s called Stonepool, but you probably haven’t heard of it. Sometimes the waves bring in things from out in the Pool: bits of wood, dead fatbucks, drowned people. That’s how we found this boat and the stuff on it. And we found one two other things, too. Are there any New Earth traders here who’ll be going back soon across the Pool?”

The boy looked at me. First off, he’d just seen a pretty young woman who he could enjoy imagining slipping with, but now he was curious about me in another way. How come the others deferred to this woman, I could see him wondering, even the fat man and the clawfoot woman, who were more than twice her age?

“Yeah, I could introduce you to some people. Give me another one two of those cubes and I could sort you out with most things.”

I nodded. “Later maybe,” I said, and as I spoke I checked the ring in its pocket on my skin waistwrap.

He laughed. “Yeah, okay. But what have you got that you think they’ll want?”

“That’s not your business, is it? We’ve given you a cube, and we’ll give you another later if you help us. Now leave us alone.”

He shrugged and walked off to meet another boat. I looked round at the others. The sickness was building up inside me to the point where soon I’d have to throw up again.

“Okay,” I said. “We’ll get all the stuff we need, and then we’ll meet these New Earth traders.”

The story we’d agreed on was that, along with the boat, a dead woman who looked a lot like me had washed up on our Grounds. She had the ring on her finger.

“
We’ll
meet the traders, Starlight,” Julie said firmly. “But you won’t. You told me yourself that hundreds of people over there saw your face and heard you speak.”

“Yeah,” said Peter, tall, strong-
shouldered, batfaced. “And these bloody bats will follow you wherever you go, and that’ll draw loads of attention. You should have left them behind.”

I didn’t answer him. I looked away from the Knee Tree group, at the shelters twenty thirty feet away, the people going back and forth, the stained orange flames of buckfat lamps. Nausea and grief and shame tainted everything, made it all seem false and futile.

“You should ask for a good trade for the ring,” I said. “If our story was true, we wouldn’t just give it away; we’d be looking to get as much as we could. Tell them you want metal. Don’t let them have it until they’ve agreed to give you a
lot
.”

I looked at Dixon, fat Uncle Dixon, standing there with his belly hanging over his skin waistwrap, his mouth slightly open as he listened and tried to understand. I looked at my big, shy brother, Johnny. I looked at the three young men who’d never been further than Nob Head. Even Julie had never been further than that, apart from that one trip to Veeklehouse.

“Do you get that?” I asked. “Does it make sense to you?”

Julie nodded. “We get it, Starlight. Don’t worry. We may not have seen as much of the world as you have, but we’re not dumb.”

I turned and walked to the edge of the river. On the far side, three hundred feet away, many different kinds of trees hung their branches down low over the water, laden with lanterns, lighting up the muddy water beneath them so brightly it was more orange than brown. But the water had no light of its own—
there was too much mud in it for anything to shine up through it—
and out in middle, where it was nearly dark, hundreds of little dim shapes were zipping fast and low over the surface. They were jewel-
bats, skimming the river with their fingertips as they went back and forth, ready to snatch as soon as they felt the touch of a fish’s skin.

The two wingless bats had followed me, and now they stood next to me, staring out at those other bats that could fly so easily and so well. I took the ring out of my pocket and held it in the palm of my hand. I’d worn it for many wakings since I first saw it on the scarred finger of old Firehand Johnson. Many times I’d taken it off, turned it this way and that, held it up in front of white lanternflowers to read the tiny letters inside. But now, as I looked down at it—
at those tiny letters, at the way the two metals joined without a gap or a crack—
I felt I’d still never really seen it, never really noticed it at all. I should try, I decided. I should try to see it properly, just once, before I gave it away for good.

But what was it? What was I looking at? Didn’t you have to know what a thing was before you
could
really see it? (If you didn’t already know those shadows out there were bats, what would you see? Nothing but fast-
moving blurs!) I knew lots of stories about it, like everyone did—
it had been made on Earth, it had been found by John Redlantern, it had been snatched by Firehand out of that pot of boiling water—
but they
were
just stories, stories that had been wrapped round it, not the ring itself. So now I tried and tried, until my head ached, to push them from my mind and simply look at the ring.

It was just a
thing
. I could see that. Just a small small thing. When it was first made on Earth, no one could have known where it would go or what it would come to mean. But it was impossible to hold on to that, impossible to hold away the stories that had made this little object seem so big. In fact, so big had it become that it kept pulling
more
stories around itself, and growing bigger still. For it hadn’t finished. If our plan worked out, there’d be another story soon, of how the ring had come back again from Mainground, how the fishing girl from across the Pool had tried to steal it and ended up drowning. What fun the teachers would have with that!

The sickness moved inside me like a slinker inside the airtubes of a tree, and the ring’s shiny smoothness suddenly seemed spoiled and tainted. It wasn’t too late, even now, I thought, for me to finish the job that John hadn’t been brave enough to complete. It would be easy easy to toss it into the muddy water. I closed my hand round it. I half lifted it. . . .

“We need to move, Starlight,” said Julie, coming up behind me. “People are staring at us. These bloody bats of yours are getting us way too much attention.”

I lowered my hand, but I didn’t turn away from the river. The shadowy little jewel-
bats swooped and dived over the dark water, and, on the far bank, the treelanterns swayed slightly in the wind that blew across from New Earth.

“Come on, Starlight,” Julie’s voice was cross now. “You’re not being fair. You’re putting us all in danger.”

“Yes, I’m sorry.”

I turned round and, slowly, reluctantly, opened my fingers. “It’s weird. I wanted to throw it in the river just a moment ago, but now I don’t want to give it up at all. I mean, look at it, Julie! This is Gela’s ring!”

Julie said nothing, just held out her hand beneath mine. And then suddenly it was Julie holding the ring and me looking down at it, knowing I’d never touch it again. It was like when I came to the Great Cave and looked up at the black sky for that one last time before we passed into the light under the mountains.

Julie closed her hand. The ring had gone. The way it looked and felt was already only a memory.

Julie Deepwater

“So now I get rid of this,” I said, “and you take those bats with you in the kneeboat and head off up the river by yourself. Is that the plan?”

It had seemed possible back at Grounds—
Starlight was so changed, so full of knowledge that we had no inkling about—
but looking at her now, it just seemed crazy. She was pregnant, she’d crossed whole of Worldpool by herself, then almost at once come on another long, hard Pool journey all the way down here. And now she was planning to set off by herself
again,
paddling against the river’s flow.

“I’m going to come with you,” I decided. “You take the kneeboat and the bats upriver for a mile, and wait for me on the bank. I’ll come along as soon as I can.”

“But Julie, I can’t ask you to—”

“There’s no time for talking now. Take the boat and go.”

We’d pulled a kneeboat behind us all the way from Grounds. Now we took it down to the water and loaded it with food and some warm skins and a bag of those metal cubes. Starlight called the bats over to her, and said good-
bye again to her uncle and her brother.

“Okay, Dix,” I said as she paddled slowly off up the river, and before he had a chance to start crying. “Let’s go find that guy with the—”

I broke off because I’d spotted something over his shoulder. It was a new boat arriving from out in Pool. As it caught the orange light of the fires and lamps of Brown River, I saw that it was another New Earth boat, and a big one, with men paddling down either side, naked down to their waists. And at the front of it was a tall man with thick gray hair and a long, dark wrap.

“Okay, change of plan,” I told the others. “You need to go, you need to go
right now,
and I need to get rid of the ring. We do
not
want to meet that guy.”

“But Julie—” began Dixon.

“Look over there, Dixon. Don’t you remember him? The bloke with the same name as you? Did Starlight not tell you that it was him that ended up doing for Greenstone, him that wanted her beaten and thrown down into a fire?”

It was obvious that Starlight hadn’t told him. His eyes widened in horror, and, though his mouth moved, no words came.

“Get the boat in the water now, Dixon,” I told him, speaking slowly and clearly, like he was a child. “Head straight out into middle of the river where it’s dark, turn toward the Pool, and then keep paddling hard for at least a waking before you think of stopping. I’ll deal with this ring and then go after Starlight.”

Another New Earth boat had appeared behind the first one. I had no doubt about it: They’d come after the ring, just as Starlight had said they would, and, not knowing where to start, they’d come to their friends at Brown River to seek their help.

I quickly kissed Dixon and the others good-
bye, and then turned and headed back to the shelters while they were pushing their boat out onto the water. I found a woman who was trading in things made of redmetal—
knives, brooches, rings—
and told her the story of the dead woman thrown up on poolside by the waves.

I wasn’t much of an actor. When people had done those old stories back on the Grounds—
“Gela’s Ring,” “Michael’s Names,” “Jeff’s Shining Ride”—
I’d never offered to play a part. But now I had no choice.

“It looked like there’d been a fight or something,” I said. “Her wrap was all ripped up, and she had a big old spear hole in her belly. No sign of who’d done it. There wasn’t anyone else on the boat, alive or dead; only two weird bats in a cage. But anyway, she had this ring on her finger.”

As I handed her the ring, I watched the woman’s face changing from barely polite to interested interested interested.

“I didn’t know metal came in these colors,” I told her. “I thought all metal was red. And it’s got writing inside it, too. Look how tiny it is! Those New Earth people are
smart
smart, aren’t they? I don’t know what it says, but it makes me think of Gela’s ring in that old story.”

If I hadn’t been so scared, if I hadn’t been worrying about that tall, cold man and his men with their metal spears, it would have been funny watching that trader trying to hide her excitement.

“It’s not a bad piece of work” was all she said as she held it up, tipping it this way and that so she could read the words inside, but her voice was all tight and choked up. “You can’t read at all?” she asked, doing her best to sound casual.

“No,” I lied. “None of us can where I come from. What does it say?”

I quickly glanced around me while she was still busy looking at it. No sign of Chief Dixon or his ringmen yet.

“Oh
 
.
.
. just
 
.
.
. just someone’s name, I think. What do you want for it, anyway?”

I’d happily have given her the thing for nothing, so as to get out of this place as quickly as I could, but I knew Starlight was right. It was important that Chief Dixon believed her to be dead, not only for her sake, but for the sake of Knee Tree Grounds, and if that story was going to be convincing, I needed to hold out for a good trade. Why else would some fishing woman have taken the trouble to bring this thing down to Brown River?

“Well,” I said, forcing myself not to look round again for Chief Dixon, “I figure that ring is better made than
any
of the stuff on your table, if you don’t mind me saying so, and I can see that everything else you’ve got here is made of ordinary redmetal, not that fancy white and yellow stuff. So I reckon it’s worth something. And I bet there’s a story behind it, too. I mean, what was that woman doing out on a boat in first place? So I reckon
 
.
.
. well
 
.
.
. how about you give me twelve good metal arrowheads for it, and two of these metal knives?”

It was obvious that the woman would have happily given much more—
I could see she was struggling not to show how pleased she was—
but she still felt the need to argue with me. Perhaps she thought if she accepted too quickly, I’d become suspicious and change my mind.

“These are good good arrowheads,” she said. “The best. All the way from Brightrest in New Earth. Ten and no knife.”

I couldn’t help myself from glancing round just once, but there was no sign yet of the men from New Earth.

“No way,” I told her. “Twelve and two knives, or I’ll go somewhere else.”

The trader shrugged. She was more relaxed now, and on familiar ground. “Twelve and one knife,” she said.

“No, two.”

She sniffed and rubbed her nose. “Well, okay. It’s a pretty thing, and I’ve taken a fancy to it, I must admit. Twelve and two knives it is. It’s your lucky waking.”

Oh, she was
slow
slow counting them out, slow slow putting them into a buckskin bag, slow slow tying it with string. But, even when she was done, I had to make myself walk slowly too, however much my heart longed to run.

Not that I
could
really run, anyway, with these bloody feet of mine.