The Book of Night With Moon (50 page)

"She"? Which Power is he talking about? Which Powers
deal
with saurians, for pity's sake, except for the Lone One, way back when?
Rhiow listened… but no answer came.

She licked her nose.
But, oh dear Iau… another wizard. A
saurian
wizard.

The
first
saurian wizard?

And carrying his species' version of the Oath: an Oath in force. On Ordeal. Another wizard on Ordeal—

Great Queen of Everything, we're
all
going to die down here!

T
he walk went on, and on, and on, always downward, and the air got slowly more chill. Memory of past minutes started to dull for Rhiow in the wake of the repetition of stair after long stair, endless tunnels and dark galleries. The adrenaline jangle of the earlier hours had passed now, leaving only a kind of worn feeling, a state in which moving cost much more energy than usual. Light was at a premium down here, everywhere but near the central chasm: and Ith kept leading them farther and farther into tunnels in the living rock, away from the central delving.

Maybe "living" was a bad choice of words,
Rhiow found herself thinking, for once again she was starting to get that feeling that the stone was leaning in and listening to her, or as if she were trapped in some huge dark lung, the walls pressing in on the exhalation, out as the mountain breathed.

Every now and then their path would take them out again toward the edge of the abyss. All of them went with great caution then: Ith himself began to creep along like a cat, taking a step, pausing, listening, taking another step… sometimes crouching hurriedly back into the dark with the rest of them as, some ways ahead, a muttering party of other saurians would pass. The occasional narrow window would give them a brief glimpse down into the abyss, but as they went deeper, Rhiow was finding these looks out into the open less of a relief from the claustrophobic "breathing" feeling than they had been at first. The buildings, the terrible dark sculptures, the scale of the place itself were beginning to weigh on her spirit. Rhiow had heard that there had been
ehhif
in times not too long past who had meant to build in this idiom: vast belittling architectures, meant to make the creatures using them feel small and impotent, minuscule parts of some mighty scheme instead of free creatures all walking in the air under Rhoua's Eye together.
The Sun,
Rhiow thought,
wouldn't I give a great deal for a sight of Her now? Real Sun, through real air… even New York air as brown as one of Urruah's hamburgers and full of ozone…

But there was no hope of that now… and maybe never again. All Rhiow's life, it seemed, was being gradually drowned out in this darkness, with the occasional punctuation of glimpses of that faraway fire down at the bottom of the abyss. The city streets, sunrises and moonsets, the sound of honking horns, wind in the trees of the Park, all of it was being slowly dissolved in still black air, humming sometimes loudly, sometimes softly, with the buzz and hiss of saurian voices in their hundreds of thousands.
Maybe their millions. It seems likely enough….
And as they crept very slowly closer to the fire at the bottom of things, paradoxically the cold increased: they couldn't yet see their breaths, but that would come soon, Rhiow thought. She shuddered. She hated the cold, but she hated more, at the moment, what it stood for— the One Who doubtless awaited them down at the bottom.

"These long walks," Saash said somewhat wearily, coming up beside Rhiow, "they really take it out of you. Remember that time on Mars?"

"Oh, please," Rhiow muttered. Early in their work together, she and Saash had been involved in the rescue of an Andorrin climbing expedition that had come hundreds of thousands of lightyears to scale Olympus Mons… not in present time, but while it was erupting, in a previous geological era. The rescue had involved a timeslide that Rhiow and Saash had had to pay for, long walks through endless caves looking for the lost climbing party, much hot lava, and a lot of screeching from the expedition leader when the climbers were spirited out of the mountain just before it blew its top in the final eruption that made it the biggest shield volcano in this or any other known solar system. After days of trekking through those caves, hunting the lost ones by scent and lifesigns, and not a word of thanks for their rescue out of any of the Andorrins' multiple mouths, Rhiow had come away from the experience certain that wizardry and its affiliated technologies should be confined to the Art's certified practitioners. But there were large areas in this universe where (in the words of a talented and perceptive
ehhif
) science had become truly indistinguishable from magic, mostly because they were recognized as merely being different regions of the same spectrum of power, both routinely manipulated side by side by species among whom wizardry was no more covert than electricity or nuclear fusion.

Rhiow glanced ahead at Arhu, half-expecting some reaction along the lines of "You've been to
Mars?"
— but he was paying no attention. He and Ith were still walking together, talking quietly. The temptation to eavesdrop was almost irresistible. Two wizards on Ordeal, one of them almost certainly the first of his species…
what was going on?
Impossible to tell, but their body language had not warmed in the slightest. The brains holding this discussion might belong to wizards, both part of the same kinship— but the bodies were those of cat and serpent, distrusting one another profoundly. Arhu was stiff-legged and bristling, and looked like he wished he were anywhere else. As for Ith— Rhiow was uncertain what his kinesics indicated, except that his body was leaning away from Arhu while his head and neck curved toward him as they talked. At the very least, the message was mixed.

Saash was watching them, too. After a while she glanced over at Rhiow and said silently,
We're
all
going to die down here, aren't we? It's not just me.

No,
Rhiow said,
I'd say not.
Odd, how when it could have been just her, she would almost have welcomed it.
But no,
Rhiow thought to herself,
that's never really been an opportunity. We're in conjoint power at this point, "roped together" as the
ehhif
idiom would have it: what happens to one of us on this job, we've always known would happen to all of us….
She wanted to laugh a little at herself, except that she felt so dead inside.
And here I was so worried about being shy an extra life. It's going to be a lot more than that, soon.

Urruah, pacing along with them, looked ahead at Arhu and Ith, and lashed his tail in a meditative sort of way.
He wouldn't eat,
he said.

No. That was interesting. He didn't sound very happy, either… not like that other saurian we heard talking about their "Great One."

Saash looked thoughtful.
Neither did the saurians who were watching that one work,
she said.
They
are
individuals, Rhi… not everyone has to be completely enthusiastic about whatever's going on down here.

All right, I know what you mean. It's just… it's hard to think of him as one of us. But he
is
… he wouldn't have been given the Oath, otherwise. And he definitely has a troubled sound.

They walked a little way more. Rhiow was still worrying in mind at the tone of Ith's voice.
Sweet Iau,
she thought,
I'm so tired.

"Ith," she said suddenly.

He looked at her, as if surprised anyone besides Arhu would speak to him: and Arhu looked, too. "This way," he said. "A long way yet."

"No, that's not what I meant." Rhiow glanced at the others. "Let's stop and rest a little. I'd like to get the rest of this mess off me; the scent is potentially dangerous. And we can all use a breather…."

I was wondering when you were going to suggest it,
Urruah said, somewhat caustically, as he glanced around them, and then flopped down right where he was.
We don't all have your iron constitution.

We don't all constantly load ourselves up with stuff from MhHonalh's, either. You should try cat food sometime. I know a good dietetic one….

Urruah made an emphatic suggestion as to what Rhiow could do with diet cat food. Rhiow thought his idea unlikely to be of any lasting nutritive value. But she grinned slightly, and then turned back to Ith, who had hunkered down next to Arhu, by the wall of the long corridor where they sat. Arhu looked once up and down the corridor with a listening expression, then started washing.

"Arhu?" Rhiow said. "Anything coming?"

"Not for a while yet," he said, not looking up from washing his white shirtfront, now mostly pink.

"All right." Rhiow looked over at Ith. "You
are
hungry, aren't you?" Rhiow said.

Pause. "Yes."

"Then why didn't you eat, back there?"

A much longer pause. Arhu, in the middle of a moment's worth of washing, glanced up, watching thoughtfully.

"Because there was no one to force me," Ith said. "Workers are not given food often… but when it is given them, they must eat; if they are reluctant, they are forced… or killed. Warriors, also, are forced… or killed. If one will not eat and do one's work, whatever that might be… one becomes food."

"And you were about to…"

A very long pause, this time. "I looked about me," Ith said, very softly, "and realized I did not wish to be food." He stopped, and actually suited action to words, glancing around him guiltily as if afraid someone would hear; the sentiment was apparently heretical. "It seemed to me that there should be another way for us to survive. But if ever one spoke of such possibilities, one was found mad… and immediately sacrificed. People would say, 'The flesh tastes better when the mind is strange…' And they would laugh while they ate."

Rhiow looked at Saash, who shuddered, and Urruah, who simply made a face. "But I wanted to live my own life," said Ith, "not merely exist as meat in some warrior's belly." Another look around him, guilty and afraid. Rhiow found herself forced to look away in embarrassment. "A long time I kept my silence… and looked for ways to come away from the depths, some way that would not be forbidden. There were no such ways; all roads are guarded now, or sealed…. Finally I thought I would even try to go to the Fire and end myself there, rather than be food. I was going to go… I knew the ways; like many others I have gone out to gaze at the Fire, never daring to creep close…. Then the voice spoke to me."

" 'All roads are guarded,' " Urruah said. "How did you get out, then?"

"I—" Ith hesitated. "I stepped— between things, I went—"

"You
sidled,
" Arhu said. "Like this." And did it where he sat, though with difficulty.

Ith's jaw dropped. Then he said, "Even here, it is hard." A second's look of concentration, and he had done it, too: though, as with many beginners, his eyes were last to vanish, and lingered only half-seen in the air, a creepy effect for anyone who didn't know what was causing it. Then he came back, breathing harder, and folded his claws together, possibly a gesture of satisfaction.

"Down here, yes, it's tough," Rhiow said. "It's the presence of the Fire down below us, and of other lesser ones like it. They interfere. It will become impossible, as we go deeper."

"But I
did
it there," Ith said, looking at her suspiciously. "My work is down deep; I fetch and carry for the warriors who are housed in the delvings some levels above that Fire. To come away I had to come by the guards who watch the ways up out of the greatest depths. It… was hard, it hurt…"

"The cheesewire effect," Urruah muttered. "Too well we know. But you got out anyway."

"I passed many guards," Ith said, looking sidewise at Urruah. "None of them saw me. Finally I came up here, where no one comes except workers who are sent under guard; they all passed me by. And I went where the voice told me to wait… and you came."