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PHILIP MATTHEWS
Chapter One
Close that curtain!
Van, the twenty-third of that name, the one hundred
and thirty-sixth of the line of the dynasty of the Ta-Shan, the
nine hundred and forty-fifth sovereign of the world of the
present Age which is the Seventh Age of Asta, the Old
Mother, the Hidden, the Unmollified, the Possessor of All
Gifts, the Begrudger of Man; which is the Fourth Aeon of the
Third Cycle or Month of Chorsa, the Comforter, the Source
of Human Gifts, the Instructress, the Intercessress, the
Beloved of Man; which is, as Every Age of the World is, the
Hope of Agnanna, the Virgin, the Happiness of Man, the
Companion of Man, the Upholder of Man the Chosen of the
Goddess, the Lord of the World, the True Light of Man, the
Fount of Justice and Order, Emperor of the Sun, Duke of
Ten-Ra, Lord of Sen-Ra, Head of Ka-Ra, the Imperial City,
the Jewel of the World, Defender of Faith, Guardian of the
Priesthood, Protector of the Temple, Keeper of the Histories,
Store of Wisdom, Grand High Lord Commander of all the
Imperial Armies, High Lord of the Central Armies, Lord of
the Central Army, Chief-Commander of the Defenders of the
Ka-Ra; the Father of all Man, the Provider of the World, the
protector of Human Happiness, the Great Navigator, the
Maker of Boundaries, and Constant Husband,
Van the twenty-third, Emperor, sweltered in the
confined heat of the chamber, shouted irritably at his
secretary-slave, Hsin.
A wizened yellow head, almost bald, keen-eyed though
rheumy, prominent ears, ink mark on left cheek, popped up
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excellent land for grains. But I have told him again and again
that his island is one of the few places in that quarter of the
world where oil seed can be grown with ease on a large scale.
Do you know what that shows, Hsin? It shows how
hard it is to change people, even when it is to their advantage.
Now, you take Blas-Il. If I let them grow their grain,
what would happen? It could only be used as animal feed.
There is too much grain in the South already. Its impossible
to spare shipping to take it to the North-West regions, where
there is a shortage of grain. So what happens? It is used in the
South as animal feed and the inhabitants of Bias-Il return to
the kind of life they led three hundred years ago. The kind of
life, I remind you, which produced rebellion and the
destruction of everything there. Do they want that to happen
again? Why cant they see the wisdom of the present policy?
Look how things are now. They get premium prices
for their oilseed and their cities grow rich on the production
of oil, jars to contain it, and ships to carry it, Everyone is
busy and everyone gets well paid for his trouble. Shouldnt
they be happy?
Hsin, if that doesnt make people happy, what will?
Now, why do they want to go back to growing grain?
Yes, thats right its what their forefathers did. Thats it
precisely. They claim they have cultivated grain for how
long was it? Anyway, for some ridiculously long period.
Hsin interjected here in a smoothly practiced way:
For four thousand generations, Father. Since the
collapse of the Instrument, as they call whatever it was.
Yes, Hsin. See what I mean? And ignoring the
blasphemy implied in their claim, they must have been
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firm, though he did not like being this firm with his master. It
threatened to show up in an unfair way the peculiar weakness
of a ruler whose Will is said to be the very source of all order
in the world.
Emperors, at least, are not infallible.
We have told him that six times already, Father.
Then tell him six times again! Until I have such a
report I will not even entertain the idea of seeing him. And
thats that, Hsin.
Now the slave waved the roll.
This constitutes a report, Father.
Who do you serve, slave? Van was back to making
threatening remarks.
Hsin sighed inwardly:
I serve you, Father. As I always do. The priest insists
that he has made the report you request and has listed his
recommendations.
They are not recommendations, Hsin. They are
demands. And I will not brook anyone making peremptory
demands of me.
As on a cue, Hsin opened the roll, running his eyes
down it rapidly.
He says, Father, and I quote...
Van made a grab at the roll, but Hsin pulled it away:
Ive read the thing myself. I know what it says. Give it
to me and Ill show you what to do with it. Give it to me, I
say.
When his master advanced, Hsin put it behind his back.
Van glared at him, then deliberately struck him sharply
across the head:
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Give it to me. Ill end this nonsense now, once and for
all.
Hsin stepped back, a look of dogged, dumb obstinacy
on his face. His eyes did seem to float at the top of their
sockets, gazing unwaveringly up at his master. A red blotch
was appearing on his left temple.
Give it to me now, Hsin. Van crouched in front of his
slave, spreading his arms out. Ill take it from you if you
dont. Then you know whatll happen.
I cannot, Father. You dont know what you do. Hsin
continued to walk steadily backwards. His courage was
fatalistic, resigned to the possible dreadful outcome. Van
dived on him before he could dodge away and began to beat
his head until he brought a hand up to defend himself.
Immediately, Van darted around him and grabbed the roll
held in the slaves other hand.
He spun away holding it over his head, laughing
jeeringly. Hsin made no attempt to follow him. He stood with
lowered eyes, rubbing his face and head, enduring the rising
throb behind his eyes.
Now, Van shouted to the room, once he had regained
his chair, I will do what I said I would do.
The parchment tore raggedly and noisily. Again Hsin
heard tearing; then once again.
A despair with unspoken roots entered him. Having
little that could be called his own, he felt even that taken from
him. He rubbed his head and pitied himself in the way he had
done as a child. He curled up inside until he was nothing.
How should I punish you for your disobedience,
slave? Van shouted across recklessly.
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Chapter Two
The armed escort was intended to protect its Lord
against attack in a city where armed violence had become
commonplace.
It marched on iron-shod armoured boots, four ranks of
five in front and four ranks of five behind, with two men on
either side of the Lord making up the ninth, middle rank. It
marched in step, stamping along with no intention of
breaking pace.
In a world where the symbolic colour of armed power
was black, where less formal threat skulked in dark corners
and operated by hidden means, the yellow armour of this
armed band was noteworthy. On this account alone they were
instantly recognisable. But there were two other
distinguishing features. For one thing, every man was tall.
Not as tall as the blue giants of the Old Race, perhaps, but
taller than everyone else in the Empire with the exception of
the tallest Merura nobles. More, they had white skins and red
hair, a very novel feature when first seen on the streets of KaRa, the Imperial capital. Admittedly, white skin of itself was
not unheard of, some of the merchants and seamen from the
eastern lands bordering the Empire of the Dawn were white,
and some even had sandy hair. But the combination of white
skin, red hair, and such tall powerful bodies was novel and
striking. Taken all together, the sight of their tightly ordered
ranks, bright with white, red and yellow, marching through
the streets as their Lord went about his business in the city,
was an impressive sight.
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deliberate pace, echoing against the high walls and great iron
gates. They marched, but were more watchful. Here, if it was
ever agreed upon, opposition to the claim to right of way
would be contested. But now all was in darkness, though they
were watched from sentry huts and, perhaps, from private
chambers. What was seen was, from one side, a flank of
square yellow shields, from the other side, a line of axes and
a flank of yellow leather armour. In the flickering light of the
torches, the yellow was many-hued and ambiguous: ranging
from the dirty brown of mud, through sickly and brazen hues,
to rich gold and richer pure yellow.
To those that had turned to it in their desperate search
for an escape from fear, yellow was the colour of promise. To
those who witnessed it on such a night as this, in the guttering
light of the torches, passing along empty streets and avenues,
yellow seemed to promise everything: good and evil.
It seemed to be no more than a mirror of what the
perceivers themselves were.
The column marched on, up past the aristocratic
dwellings, and no one attempted to stop it. It approached the
great bridge over the waterway or moat that separated the
Imperial Compound from the rest of the city. The huge iron
gates beyond the bridge were closed, the bastions in darkness.
The axemen marched onto the bridge and marched towards
the gates, no slackening of pace, until a command was given.
Instantly, the column crashed to a halt. Silence
followed. Another order. An axe rang against the iron gate.
Silence.
A postern gate was opened. A black-skinned soldier
thrust his head out.
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You would have to take him with you now, this night,
my Lord, and take him from the Imperial Compound with
sure discretion. No, I assure you that no one will prevent you
from taking him, but, how should I say it? Ah, yes. It would
be helpful if no one saw him leaving the Compound.
The alternative, I fear, my Lord, for this old slave is a
most cruel death for what in other times would have been
seen to be a slight misdemeanour.
The young Merura still listened attentively.
There is but one condition, my Lord. This slave must
be kept incognito for the duration of your stay in Ka-Ra.
Were his presence in your household to become known, there
might, again even in these times, be serious repercussions.
But otherwise, my Lord, you will find him, in all seriousness,
a most useful addition to your staff.
The fact that I broach this request, my Lord, must
show you that, despite his little faults, he is a person liked
and respected in the Imperial household.
The Chamberlain felt the roll being pressed into his
hand under the cloak.
He smiled and nodded to the court attendants, who in
turn smiled and nodded their relief. One of them ran off
ahead.
I thank you, my Lord Hepteidon. You are
magnanimous.
And I thank you, my Lord Chamberlain. You are most
amiable.
Until the next time then, my Lord, under more
auspicious circumstances, I hope.
They bowed to one another and the little troop, of
attendants, axemen and Merura noble set off down the stairs,
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Chapter Three
The Emperor Van the Twenty-third, surnamed TaShan, but which had never been used, for the Emperor had no
peer, lay back, sated, on his pillows and experienced
numbness where once he had experienced a clamorous selfsatisfaction.
But numbness had its advantages.
Nowadays, numbness gave him, for a short time at
least, his own self. Van did not notice that in this short time
he gave himself over entirely to the erotic. But he actually
wanted that: it was where, for him now, value lay.
Now, as always, the erotic operated through a
comparison. The Imperial bed was set towards the corner of
his chamber furthest away from the main doors and from the
windows. On the wall beside the bed was his favourite mural
painting. It had been a favourite of the Ta-Shan Emperors for
nineteen generations, for twenty-nine Emperors, though not
the obsession it had become for Van.
It depicted the Emperor Pay the Twenty-seconds
conquest of the South-eastern lands, called Zimp in the native
tongue and simply Nu, its ancient designation, by the
Imperial officials. There was the usual cavalcade of Emperor
and victorious Army a brown-skinned army then
prisoners, slaves and booty, including the mysterious Idol of
the ruling class, a complex structure made of a metal that
resembled silver, but which was brittle and could not be
worked by the Imperial metallurgists. The inside of this Idol,
Van recalled habitually, allowing his phantasy grow slowly
towards its moment, was a labyrinth of shelves, boxes,
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Van got off the bed and went down the chamber, under
the uneven brilliance of many lamps, feeling his body
beginning to heat in the stuffy dead tropical air of the room.
Hsin!
Then he remembered, but anyway going down to look
at the empty cot beside the overloaded table.
Hsin had to go. If that had not been followed through,
then everything would have begun to fall apart.
The Will must will.
He went to the side table and saw the little roll the
priest had left. He picked it up and glanced over at the
fragments of parchment lying at his chair.
What is to be done?
Locked up here, the Imperial Will now reaches only
into the dark. How many of my orders are actually carried
out?
I have not heard the dogs yet.
The priest had said
The Solution is this:
The solution to what?
He opened the roll and noted immediately how little
writing was on it, even though the parchment was small.
It began:
From the priest Hepteidon to His Imperial Majesty,
Van the Twenty-third, Greetings from your Loyal Son.
And before he could stop them, the words jumped into
his consciousness:
Son! Thats a bond that cannot be broken!
His hands were shaking.
I have no sons!
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Hepteidon untied the rope and lifted the sheeting away.
Now, little Hsin, you are safe for the moment.
Hsin blinked rapidly, though the light given by the two
lamps hanging from the ceiling was not strong. He gave the
tall Merura one baleful glance and went to work on the gag.
Meanwhile, Hepteidon found a chair and drew it over
and sat.
The first thing Hsin said, once he had cleared his throat
and moistened his mouth was:
You think this is funny?
Hepteidon leaned forward, elbows on knees supporting
his head.
No, no, Hsin. Dont misunderstand me. I am bemused,
thats all.
Hsin now looked around him. The room was bare,
except for some charts on a wall and a pile of rolls on a
scarred and stained table. He raised his eyes.
You are a scholar, Merura priest?
I am an Astronomer, secretary-slave.
Hsin nodded. Then he brushed his wrinkled tunic
clown. Having done this, he cocked his head suddenly.
It is cool here.
Hepteidon nodded and pointed to the window.
Hsin took a sharp breath.
There were no curtains!
In wonder he went to the window, feeling cool night
air play over his face.
Beyond a high wall was the sea, calm in starlight.
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But Sora came and took him and sat in the chair beside
Hsin. Uos flexed his arms, rubbing the wetness in the fold of
his left arm. The baby fell silent, its head turned into Sora.
Find a chair, Uos. Hsin, this is Sora, titled the Silent,
for she does not speak. And that is her child, a boy who is yet
unnamed. Sora, my lovely, this is the late secretary-slave of
the Emperor, Hsin, who has come to live with us.
Hepteidon went then and sat on the floor facing Hsin
and Sora, his back propped against the wall. He waited until
Uos has dragged a chair over to a spot which allowed him to
face both Hepteidon and Hsin
Now, Hsin, will you tell us of your death?
It was Sora who started, throwing a glance at the lateslave.
Hepteidon laughed at this and said.
Hsin will explain this joke of logic, wont you, Hsin?.
Hsin drew his legs in under him and resettled himself
again. With every one seated around him, he could lower his
eyes somewhat. Even so, the new pose made him appear even
more like a legendary saint, old, dried, yellow.
There is not much to tell, Im afraid, he began
tentatively, not used to speaking either narratively or to an
attentive audience. In short, I offended my master and in
punishment he sent me to my death. But old Tosa, the Keeper
of the Imperial Dogs...
How did you offend your master? Uos suddenly
asked, annoyed at Hsins lack of skill as a storyteller.
Oh, Hsin replied airily. In a moment of distraction I
forgot myself and failed to act like a slave.
Uos gaped, and Hsin quickly said,
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He went off then, saying he had his visitor to attend to, and
that he would try to find some way around this other
problem.
So, I was left with Tosa, to share a drink with him and
talk of old days. That was pleasant, for it had been a long
time since I was free to go out and about in the Compound
and talk to my old friends. Suddenly, then, some of the
attendants appeared, gagged and hooded me, and before I
knew it I was quick-marched by a long and, I suspect,
circuitous, route here.
There you are! And here I sit!
Sora looked quickly at Uos, and he studied her face
for a moment and then asked Hsin:
But why do you say you are dead, yellow saint?
Hsin laughed, highly amused by the realisation that his
storytelling had been successful. He bowed sideways to Sora:
My lady, it is in accordance with the Imperial Will
that I am dead. That Will decreed my death and so I am
dead.
It was Hepteidon who spoke now:
But tell me, Hsin, now that we are engaged in logic,
when or where did the Imperial Will, as such, specify your
death? On your own admission, all the Warrant commanded
was that you be placed among the dogs. And this, you say,
was done.
My dear Hepteidon, can you not see that my death
was intended by such a Command?
Hepteidon screwed up his face and began to interlace
his fingers over and over. Uos was gurgling behind his
hand. Sora stared expressionlessly at Hsin, then jerked and
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No, no, friend Hsin, Hepteidon the Astronomer-priestMerura Lord and other things, requests your assistance as a
man.
Hsin looked up, wrinkled his brow till it was deeply
corrugated. His eyes floated up and up.
To the extent that a dead man, upon which I insist, can
assist a living one, you have it.
Hepteidon, in the act of turning away, stopped and
asked with sudden intensity:
Hsin, what is a living man? No, no, but think about it.
We will talk again soon, I hope.
Uos came over and showed himself ready to guide
Hsin.
Rest, Uos. Do not grieve so. Remember his words.
As I do.
Sora picked up her baby and Hepteidon accompanied
them all to the door.
Back in the room, he saw the first glimmers of dawn
out over the sea.
Soon.
He drew the curtain and went to his cot.
There was a wet stain in the centre. Hepteidon smiled
and picked up the scabbarded sword.
Soon it will begin. It is inevitable.
He pulled out the sword, hearing it scrape loudly. It
gleamed.
There was a dent low down on one side.
Putting the sword and scabbard on a chair, he removed
his yellow robe and lay down. Almost immediately, he was
asleep.
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Chapter Five
But the citizens retired for the night, before the sun had
set, with a sense of foreboding. A fundamental change was
taking place in the Empire.
Everyone knew why this was happening, but no one
would speak it out.
Later, in the light of the setting moon, the familiar
tramp of the Lord Hepteidons troop of axemen was heard in
individual streets and avenues. The Lord Hepteidon once
again went to visit the Imperial Keep in order to carry out his
mysterious business.
Tonight, however, there were two departures from the
routine the citizens had become accustomed to. One they
noted for themselves; they remained ignorant of the second.
Early in the night it was noticed that the Lord Hepteidons
troop was not the usual tightly packed column of axemen.
The axemen were there, but they were accompanied now by
other tall barbarians, who carried no shields but who had
gigantic swords slung across their backs.
Later in the night the Lord Hepteidons troop was
heard again, marching iron-shod along the streets, marching
up towards the Imperial Keep. When the citizens peeped out
at this troop, they got a double shock. The soldiers were
black-skinned, and each of them wore yellow armour and
carried yellow shields.
Moreover, those citizens who lived near a bridge
crossing a boundary canal or waterway, saw that the Lord
Hepteidons troop took command of that bridge.
Thus, the Lord Hepteidon put one thousand soldiers on
the thoroughfares of the Imperial City, Ka-Ra, and took
command of all the key crossings and intersections. He also
put two hundred soldiers into the Compound of the
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Chapter Six
The Lord Chamberlain rose when Hepteidon entered
and pushed his cloak back with a practiced flip of his arms.
Ah, my Lord Hepteidon, I expected you. I received
word of your impending visit earlier in the night.
It is good of you to see me, my Lord Chamberlain.
Hepteidon began to feel the oppressive, dead atmosphere of
the room. Heat seemed to radiate from the curtains and
hangings and from the carpeted floor. Im afraid I come on
urgent business again, though this time I have no little
missive for His Imperial Majesty.
So I see, my Lord. The Chamberlains eyes creased
slightly with amusement. You make a more direct statement
of your, how shall I put it? Demand?
Goodness, no, my good Lord Chamberlain,
Hepteidon said quickly, eyeing behind the older Merura
towards the chairs.
Instantly, the Chamberlain turned, his cloak billowing
out, and indicated the chairs:
Wont you sit, my Lord.
Thank you.
When they had seated, the Chamberlain throwing his
cloak back again, Hepteidon continued:
You misunderstand the purpose of my visit this time,
my Lord Chamberlain. It is true that previously I have come
here petitioning for an answer to a report I had submitted for
His Imperial Majestys perusal. However, good Lord
Chamberlain, I come now to plead my case in law.
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the floor and her torso lay over the mattress. Before she could
recover, he dropped down over her, pinioning her shoulders
with his elbows and her bent body with the weight of his own
covering body. When she tried to push back and then wriggle
away to one and then to the other side, he used his hands and
forearms to press her face into the mattress. He ignored her
panic and thrashing and held her thus until she quietened,
Then he, too, relaxed. Immediately she freed her left shoulder
and swung her muscular arm up into his side, rolling her
body up on the momentum. Hepteidon lost his balance and
tipped sideways off her. She continued to roll on her back
along the side of the bed until she was facing him. Then she
dived, her fingers groping on his face for his eyes.
Now it was Hepteidons turn to thrash with his feet and
swing his arms blindly, twisting his head from side to side in
desperation. It was at this moment that he saw the stupid
chaos of it and the real threat to him.
This was planned!
Where there had been anger, there was now a cold,
cruel determination to put an end to the confusion and control
his opponent by any means possible.
First he rolled, using his greater weight, his left arm a
lever, taking the girl with him. Rolling, he let the girl roll on
him, then stopped his own movement with all the strength of
his right arm.
The girl went rolling off him onto the floor,
Lying on his side facing her, he swung his foot up into
her side, sending her skittering on the carpet, squealing with
real pain. He dived after her, grabbed her head and slammed
it into the floor, hearing the dull thud as bone was forced
through the pile of the carpet onto wood. When she continued
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The girl sat on the floor, staring at him with wide eyes.
The Emperor bent, smiling richly, and said frankly:
No, good Hepteidon, it wasnt planned. I told you she
was a sullen bitch. Anyway, what would be the point of
trying to harm you? The Empire is yours. I thought you were
one of the legendary brutal Meruras, whose idea of pleasure
is to beat a young girl to death. You are cruel, I can see that,
but I expect some of the priest-stuff has rubbed off. Made
you sentimental, another Merura trait.
Hepteidon gazed at his Emperor, listening to him, but
at the same time trying to clear his head. He tried to
remember something that was buried in a lie.
What was it?
The Emperor gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder
and indicated the girl on the floor.
Want to try again, lad?
Then he looked down and shook his head.
Well, lets talk in that case. The humour might come
back.
He went round behind Hepteidon and the mattress
trembled.
Get up, Little Ki. He didnt hurt you. Stop
pretending.
But Hepteidon saw that she wasnt pretending
anything. The expression in her eyes reminded him of
someone else. Her eyes were wide and bold; a defensive
frankness, he saw. There was also a hint of...
Hsin! The same kind of nervousness! As though in the
presence of a capricious absolute power.
Sit up here, Hepteidon. Well be just as comfortable
here as anywhere else.
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The girl moved her chin in such a way that Hepteidon
saw two things at once:
The girl was not sullen: These are not ordinary times,
Hsin had said that people had withdrawn into
themselves, that they awaited something. An event.
This girl was merely waiting.
This is how the fear reveals itself.
You keep me in suspense, Hepteidon.
The Emperors tone was one of resignation, a new
awareness of what being in someone elses power meant.
But Hepteidon followed his thoughts turning to look at
his Emperor.
The Emperor waits, too. These are the last days: the
Empire is no longer relevant.
Your Imperial Majesty must excuse me, Hepteidon
said, prevaricating in an obvious way. I am still confused.
I need not have come here!
Perhaps I could take some air at your window.
Hepteidon saw the movement in the Emperors eyes.
All eyes move like that now! He examines some great
power within him, to see whether he should exercise it or not.
All men are Emperors now: That is what freedom is!
But
Of course, Hepteidon. Feel free to do what you
please.
He knows!
Hepteidons mouth fell open and his eyes lit.
You know?
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been. Anyone says a word, and you have your men cut him
out...
By the way, what soldiers are you using, Hepteidon?
Its hard to see how youve managed what is in any case
obviously a brilliant manoeuvre.
Hepteidon had sorted out the fragments. Two pieces
were missing. Now he looked up.
Cant you guess?
No. Oh, wait. Ah, yes. Hepteidon the Astronomer!
That expeditionary force! Thats it! Just turned it around and
sailed down here. Yes.
How on earth did you persuade them? I mean, its an
obvious ploy, and we usually guard against it by sending
loyal officers.
Hepteidon was looking at the Emperor with
amazement again.
He doesnt know whats going on in his Empire.
Please read this Majesty.
The Emperor looked down at the creased fragments.
Oh, I cant be bothered now, Hepteidon. But tell me,
why did you want the entire resources of the Empire? Or was
that just a heavy hint?
Hepteidon sighed. It was so ridiculous that he wanted
to laugh, except
am I being manoeuvred?
The Emperor stepped away from the table and looked
closely at Hepteidon.
Well, what are you going to do with me? Im getting
nervous about it, I admit. Are you going to kill me or can I
live out my years in peace somewhere? Look, Im perfectly
willing to make out a Decree making you my son and heir.
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Hepteidon filled his cup again, then filled the other two
when they were thrust forward. He drank.
Look, he said somewhat thickly. If youll let me, Ill
tell you why I came here. In the first place, I would have been
content with an audience and the Decree I want. But I
suppose I expected you to move against me sooner or later. I
knew then that I would have to do this.
You mean, you dont want the Empire? the Emperor
asked tentatively, looking ready to lose his temper.
No, I dont want to be Emperor! Hepteidon shouted.
Then the Emperor was keenly interested.
Why not?
Because. Theres no such thing as the Empire any
longer.
But Im Emperor.
Then youre the Emperor of nothing. Anyway, you
seem to know nothing of whats happening in your Empire.
Hepteidon poured more wine. The Emperor had sat on
the floor, deep in thought. Then he seemed to decide:
What do you want the Empire for? I mean the
resources of the Empire, though I cant see any difference.
I want to invade the Empire of the Dawn.
The Emperor let his cup fall. It was empty. Slowly, as
though transfixed, he got to his feet and went to the sidetable. He began reading:
Greetings to Your Imperial Majesty, Van the Twentythird, from the priest, Hepteidon, Your Loyal Son:
I take the liberty of drawing to your attention some
observations on the present state of Your Most Blessed
Empire, I remind you of the confusion now spreading through
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look, Ill make you my son and Intended. Hows that? Youll
make a marvellous Emperor. And Itll be appropriate, after
all, the Emperor is called the Child without a Father.
Though Little Ki was nudging him ecstatically,
Hepteidon felt more foolish than he had before.
The Emperor was mad.
Now, youll need titles and everything for this
invasion. Ill make you Grand Duke of the North. In that
way, youll be senior to every one, except me. Ill give you
Orders to take command of all the Armies, for the specific
purpose of invading the other Empire from the north. Then
Decrees covering requisition and things. What else?
The Emperor was beginning to look agitated. Suddenly
he noticed the expression on Hepteidons face.
How else did you think this would be organised? Ill
give you command of the whole administration. Thatll give
them something to do. Look, you should take quarters here
for the first two years of so, while the initial preparations are
made.
Two years? Hepteidon ejaculated.
At the minimum. How long do you think it takes to
send orders around the Empire? Six months, then six months
for the usual stupid questions to come back and then another
six months to send blistering replies telling them to get off
their arses.
Hepteidon looked down at the Emperor.
Thats not the way to do it.
How, then?
How long did it take news of the Miracle of the North
to get round? A month? Thats how its done. One symbol
and one phrase.
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Hes actually entered his illusion, despite my warning!
...And he did exactly as he promised, Pol-Chi. He had
the whole bureaucracy put on to the project. Hundreds of
administrators, thousands of clerks and copyists. There were
yellow flags everywhere, everyone wore yellow, ships
coming in carrying nothing but yellow cloth and yellow
dyeing materials. Even the Priesthood went over to yellow,
pretending that yellow had always been the chief colour of
the Goddess. Admittedly, it had been important among some
orders of priests, but they dropped their counter-emphasis on
blue.
And it is amazing how quickly news of the Decrees
spread. I was right there. Rumour doesnt wait for the
bureaucracy to get moving. But the official instructions went
out very quickly afterwards. Suddenly, ships were pouring in
and out of the harbour, officials coming and going all the
time, all dressed in yellow. Father (Pol-Chi winced at
Hepteidons smug tone.) was at them day and night,
marching around the offices shouting at everyone, calling the
higher officials by the score up to the Keep for reports and
conferences.
Anyway, here we are. The whole Imperial Army is
converging on this coast. They estimate that both Central
Armies have finished landing and have moved inland. The
Northwest Army arrived last week, up near the Ka-Sila.
Thats, oh, about three hundred and fifty thousand soldiers
already. Ill have detailed maps for you soon, showing the
planned disposition of the Armies through the various stages.
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You can mark them off as they come. Another thing which is
of interest. These Northern tribesmen are arriving by the
thousand. They bring their food in the form of huge herds of
cattle! And as you might expect, the last Armies to arrive will
be those of the East and Far South. But you should have them
all here within the next two months.
Hepteidon sat back, pressing his fingertips together. On
either side of his upholstered chair stood large tables piled
with parchment rolls. The walls were covered with maps,
drawn by himself. Behind him hung the insignia of his rank,
which also served as the emblem of the Invasion Army, a
gate with seven horizontal bars and eight vertical bars
crossing them, with the inscription La-Tlu, the Light of the
North, across the top, and An-Akar, the Gate of Death,
across the bottom. The background was pale yellow, the gate
and lettering in gold.
He noticed Pol-Chis glance over his head at the
device.
Its good, isnt it? Speaks volumes. The seven bars of
the present Age crossing the eight bars symbolising the
Coming Age. The gate signifies the crossing, as it were, from
one Age to the other. He leaned forward again. You see,
Pol-Chi, it makes sense of whats happening. It tells us that
there will be a future, and that gives meaning to our present.
Pol-Chi nodded doubtfully.
He learned nothing. Hes inventing symbols, not
seeking them.
But why did you have to make me the Lord, oh, the
Grand High Lord of the Invasion Army. Im only a
Commander, Hepteidon. I dont know anything about leading
whole armies.
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Yes, I know that, Uos. Ill see what can be done. Oh,
Pol-Chi, this is Little Ki. Hepteidon gave the girl a warning
stare, Quieten down now, will you, and let her go.
She began to rub her wrist, where Hepteidon had held
her, transferring her gaze to Pol-Chi.
Then she ogled him.
Pol-Chi had to control his laughter. Instead, smiling, he
said to Uos:
Whats the problem?
Hepteidon hastened to answer:
Its Soras baby. Little Ki is jealous and tries to steal
him.
Shed better get one of her own, Uos said,
provoking Hepteidon.
Well, you refuse to do it, Uos. So dont bring that
up. He paused. Would you, Pol-Chi?
Would I what?
Give her a child.
Pol-Chi looked at the girl. She was obviously trained to
show herself off.
A Merura pet! He had heard of them. Who is she,
Hepteidon?
My father gave her to me. She wanted me to kill him,
so she had to go. He looked at Uos. I know shes vicious.
But thats the way shes been reared. She only understands
two things. Now he included Pol-Chi in his audience. Shes
been specially bred by the Emperor for her beauty and trained
to respond instantly to any sexual suggestion. Otherwise, she
behaves like an animal sometimes. She tried to kill me the
first time I met her.
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Its as well you dont carry a sword, Grand High
Lord, Uos said facetiously behind his back on the stairs.
I only defend myself, Pol-Chi replied, grinning back
up. Anyway, they usually went for Korkungal fully armed.
Indeed. But be careful, poet. Theres a funny bond
between them.
I saw that. Your manner confirmed it, old storyteller.
On the next landing Pol-Chi waited for Uos. The old man
looked brighter now. Pol-Chi threw his arms about him,
deliberately crushing his thin shoulders, feeling happy relief.
Then he asked, with unfeigned concern:
Wheres Sora?
Uos looked at Pol-Chi intently, then smiled hugely.
Ah, Pol-Chi, it is good to see you again. We thought
youd never come. Come on.
Pol-Chi was momentarily surprised by the fact that
they left the tower and went out into the sun, crossing among
men and horses, ducking around carts and pack mules,
avoiding random stacks of equipment and food.
At the entrance to the administrative building Uos
paused and looked back at the high wooden tower.
Its his Keep, like the Imperial Keep in Ka-Ra. When
he forgets himself, he refers to it as his Keep.
Pol-Chi looked up, identifying Hepteidons office at
the top.
Why not, I suppose?
Uos led the way into the gloomy corridor.
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You.
Who gave birth to it?
Sora, come back. He entreated her with his eyes.
She mellowed and grew pleasant and rounded.
You will think of a name, Pol-Chi. You will see.
Yes, Sora. He was conceived in Darkness, and born in
the North.
She started and seemed to look into him.
I told you, she said simply and then motioned him to
sit.
Uos brought meat and beer.
What name will it be, poet?
I dont know yet. I havent had much time to think
about it.
Itll be a relief when you do. Calling him boy is not
very close, is it.
Pol-Chi put the child down and took a plate and a
bowl. Sora refused the beer. Uos sat facing them, on the
floor.
Well, now, poet, what have you to tell us? he asked.
A quiet life, Uos. Farming. Suddenly loneliness
swept through him. My wife refused to come, even though
she knew I might never see her again, he found himself
saying, tears pricking his eyes.
Sora and Uos became very quiet; even the child
looked up with a serious concern.
Forgive me, both of you. And you, Pol-Chi added,
noticing the childs gaze. The boy immediately smiled,
showing Korkungals easy humour.
No, no, Uos said quickly. Talk if you want to. We
are your friends, after all.
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The weight was too great, crushing out his breath; then
it was not. It moved on him.
The child lay across Pol-Chi, regarding him with
curiosity. He tried to touch his eyes with two chubby fingers.
When Pol-Chi blinked, the child instead grasped his nose
tightly.
The room was bright, sunlight beginning to show in the
window.
You slept deeply, Pol-Chi.
Uos stood in the doorway, looking as though he, too,
had slept deeply.
Now Pol-Chi grasped the childs nose between two
fingers and pretended to twist it off. The child ducked back,
more puzzled than alarmed. Then it slid down his body, legs
held in readiness for contact with the floor. But when he
reached Pol-Chis gonads, he stopped and stared at them.
Pol-Chi suddenly laughed, his penis lolling and
shivering between his legs, and the child looked up at him,
the same look of quiet curiosity in his eyes.
Soon you will have your own, little man, Uos cried,
laughing too, coming to pick the boy up.
Feet padded in the corridor outside; a voice spoke
insistently and plausibly.
Little Ki darted into the room, twisting to evade Soras
restraining hand.
Uos carried the child deeper into the room, away from
the girl, asking with a lack of welcome:
What do you want now?
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Why does man contend with the Gods? The priests say
it is out of pride. But it is not so, and I will tell you why. It is
true that man falls out of harmony with the Gods, but not out
of pride he does it out of fear and ignorance. In their fear,
men forget the true Gods and create instead false Gods.
Then, in his ignorance, he follows the dictates of these false
Gods and thus sets out on the path to destruction.
You ask, why does man reappear on earth after each
destruction? The answer I fear to write. I set it down here
with humility and in trepidation. I ask you not to judge me
hastily for this answer, but to think long and hard on the
answer. I write it because I have found it to be the only
possible answer.
The answer is this: There is but one power in the
world. It is the power of man. Thus, the Divine power is
really the True Power of man. They are the one power. It is
mans fear of this truth which creates all the illusion and
ignorance which beset man and lead him to attempt his own
destruction, for he cannot face the truth and cannot live the
lie.
Now, and I speak with the greatest humility, I act as
though my answer were the true one. I construct the An-Akar
in order to force all men to face the truth. I, too, will face the
truth. Thus, I will know whether I am right or wrong.
I must speak honestly. I do not know how man will
know the truth. I only have faith that he will. I do not even
know how the An-Akar will operate, I can only say that it will
present the truth. In presenting the truth, the An-Akar will
present man to himself in his true form. I do not know what
this form will be, neither can I even faintly conceive it.
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will.
It was hard to make the dark appear in the dark.
The he
it: There was presence.
And he said, though he despaired of the foolishness:
Being by. No! No! The presence being by.
And the presence being by
And
Being there
No!
Who shouts?
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O!
And?
And?
?
And?
Its not true, of course. But they will always consider it
like that. It cant be helped, no matter what is done. Dont
ever forget that. No matter what you do.
There! Its not difficult to say. Its only difficult to say.
Yes. All the time. No matter what...
But. Yes, but.
No. Like this.
Then...
Theres no turning back, ever. Say it. You cannot do
two things at once. Ever.
What are you afraid of, anyway?
Im afraid of dying, of course!
Yes. Of course.
Dont mock me, Sora. Dont make me ashamed of
being frightened.
She sat back on her heels, her palms pressed together,
resting between her thighs.
Youre so good, Sora. Do you know that? I think Id
die for you.
He laughed:
Pol-Chi laughed and said:
The conventions of love, Sora. Self-sacrifice.
She smiled.
Do you bring me love, Pol-Chi?
He laughed again.
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Hepteidon said, Come in, Pol-Chi. Then: Oh, do you
want her to leave?
Little Ki sat cross-legged on Hepteidons cot, naked,
her body in the bright daylight glistening with oils. Her
nipples were large enough to make her breasts appear
bulbous.
No. I want to talk about her, too. But later.
Pol-Chi turned his back on her and sat down at an
angle to Hepteidon.
Oh, dont treat her like that, Pol-Chi. Shes not simply
brazen. She likes to show herself off. I find it stimulating in a
sublimely erotic way. I mean, I can look at her all day and not
want to couple with her.
Shes an Imperial pet, Hepteidon. I cant help my
reaction.
Oh, I understand now. Youre both black-skinned, I
didnt realise that. Perhaps she should go then. Or at least
dress.
No, no. Dont fuss about it, Hepteidon. Ill get used to
it.
I hope so. You know she likes you, Pol-Chi. Shes
simple-hearted, really. When she likes someone, she shows it.
All the time.
Well talk about that later. What I want to know now
is this. Where is my headquarters staff?
What do you mean?
Where are the senior officers and their staffs?
Oh, those. Theyre with their Armies, moving inland.
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Put so, yes. But, my Lord, being a pet, as you call it,
was not my choice.
But it was far better than any other alternative you
might have to suffer?
Yes. But there was no choice.
Do any of us have choice?
You do, my Lord.
How so, Little Ki?
You can choose to reject me.
Ah, but that appears as a choice only to you. For my
part, I have no choice.
Is the Lord Hepteidon an obstacle?
Not the Lord Hepteidon, Little Ki.
The woman, Sora, then, I thought that this morning.
You showed concern for her feelings.
I didnt know her feeling then. I merely assumed what
her feelings were.
Is she an obstacle now?
Ah, Little Ki. You press hard. Why are you so eager
to be possessed?
It is all Im used to.
So it is. I had forgotten. But a question.
Yes, My Lord?
What are your feelings for the child? You have caused
distress there.
My Lord Pol-Chi, a companion thinks for her master.
Sometimes she acts for him.
So Ive noticed.
Was it so obvious, my Lord?
To some extent, Little Ki. To some extent only.
That is good, my Lord. It is a difficult game to learn.
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I believe you. But you say, Little Ki, that you acted in
your masters interest.
Yes, my Lord. The little boy I like. He is serious and
curious. But my Lord Hepteidon has a deeper feeling for the
boy.
Do you know what they are, Little Ki?
You know my Lords condition. He wants a son.
Is that all?
My Lord, I am not trained to understand mysteries.
Ah. Let me put it this way, Little Ki. Does the Lord
Hepteidon also desire the mother of the child, Sora?
I think so, my Lord. But it is not a simple desire.
How so, Little Ki?
It is hard to explain. He is in awe of her, yet he wants
to command her. But, my Lord, he neither loves her nor
desires her as a woman.
What of Korkungal, the father of the child? You have
heard of him?
Yes, my Lord. Again, there is complexity. My Lord
Hepteidon was not jealous of the barbarian, which is
surprising; yet perhaps it is not. But I feel it is difficult to
describe it I feel, that Korkungal died to cover a deeper
wrong. Can you understand that?
Yes, Little Ki. You express it very well. Ive
suspected the same, but I cant discover the deeper wrong
either. But now tell me of Uos, Little Ki.
Uos needs warmth, my Lord Pol-Chi. But he is witty
and energetic.
How well you put that too, Little Ki. Uos needs
warmth. You are perceptive.
I thank you for allowing me to be, my Lord.
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Pol-Chi almost tripped over Griron in the twilight,
seated as he was in the entrance to the converted temple. He
picked him up and said:
Have you come to see Ilgem again, Griron?
He carried him around to the front of the building and
pointed over the stockade.
Look, there it is. See how bright it is, even though
there is still daylight.
The child looked intently, following the line of PolChis finger. Then he saw it, and he danced in Pol-Chis
arms, raising his hands to the star.
You greet it, little man. But youre right. It brings
beauty first. You are right to acknowledge that.
When the child quietened, Pol-Chi took him indoors.
He went down the corridor to the first lighted room. Uos
and Hepteidon looked up from their interrupted conversation.
Pol-Chi set Griron on the floor. He immediately crawled over
to Uos and sat between his legs.
Do you know, Uos? It has suddenly struck me that
your colouring is similar to Korkungals. Was your hair red?
Uos caressed Grirons head gently.
No, Pol-Chi. It was fairer. He grinned with sudden
cunning. I know what you are thinking, though.
And?
Who knows, Pol-Chi?
Hepteidon interrupted.
Uos, youre not implying that you could be the father
of Griron, are you?
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some Ages, but that the theories they developed were also
useful but contradictory.
So I asked them to explain their work to me. They
said that in their opinion the only subject fit for study was
man himself. They said that they were using their great
machine to study all the knowledge of the Ages of man...
To find out why man endured, Uos, as Hepteidon
said in his writing?
Yes, Pol-Chi. To find out what purpose there was in
the existence of man. Now, they began from the argument
that the mere existence of man implied some kind of
meaning. They insisted that such an implication was, strictly
speaking, self-evident. That man is, as they phrased it, means
something. They seek to discover what that something is.
According to their researches, man appears, in the various
Ages, to have done everything imaginable. They have created
paradises, and have created hells; they have been kind and
loving to each other and all living things, and they have been
unimaginably cruel. They have spent Ages living like animals
on earth, and in other Ages they have flown like birds up to
the stars. The archivists say man has also thought and
dreamed everything, and they showed me paintings and
writings, which they said, with study, would prove to be
masterpieces in any Age.
The archivists then said that while man has done all
these things, it was hard to understand, from their own point
of view as students of all the Ages, what the single purpose of
it all was, except perhaps the passing imprint of mans
continuous existence.
Here I raised our preoccupations and asked them if the
ending of Ages had meaning in themselves. For the
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subject. Once again they said that they knew little. Their most
valuable opinion, derived from all their work, was that the
important feature of divinity from the point of view of man
was that divinity did not know. Now, Pol-Chi, they were
careful on this point. They meant simply that divinity was
incapable of knowing as such, which is not a matter of having
no knowledge. Hence, they concluded that divinity could not
act, or desire, or have purpose. But they, again, were careful
to point out that they believed that divinity did have motion.
Their reason for saying this was simple and, as so much of
their theories are, contingent on what they believed about
man. They said that if divinity was motionless as well as
unknowing, then man could have no idea, never mind
experience, of divinity. But, they argued, as man had an idea
of divinity, even if it was only a word, an empty symbol at
best, then it was necessary to suppose that divinity had some
way of making its presence known. This way, they theorised,
was by means of motion.
But, Uos, why are the archivists so confident that
divinity doesnt know, as you say?
Quite simply, Pol-Chi, because, as the archivists
argue, there is nothing to know. They said that of course
divinity might well have knowledge of itself or of its own
plane of being, but that it could not have knowledge of mans
planes of existence, because planes were meaningless to the
divinity. If this wasnt the case, they continued, if the divinity
and man shared, as it were, planes of being, then man would
have more knowledge of divinity than he seems to have. I
think the archivists reason for saying that man and divinity
can share some kind of motion is that they believe motion is
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men had lived and died, the fact that their researches
indicated the presence of one abiding desire common to all
men made death seem irrelevant. perhaps because they dealt
with Ages of men, the archivists seem unable to focus upon
individual life and death. However, they always insisted that
the great human desire they spoke about resided only in men
as individuals, and not in groups, races, Ages, or some
generic notion of mankind. And, as I have already said, they
seemed to be sympathetic to those Ages which studied
individual motions, such as thought, speech and actions, as
the site of the solution to the mystery of man. Hence, death
must have preoccupied them at some stage, though it
obviously does not now.
They said two things about death. In the first place
they said that no reliable knowledge could be gained about
death, because, they said, it is the supreme private and
subjective experience. In their own terminology, death is the
one motion that each individual man undergoes for himself
alone. By its very nature, no report can be made of it, at least
no report that could be valued as knowledge. They said they
possessed hundreds of theories of the after-life, theories of
incarnations, judgments, paradises and hells, shadow worlds,
and unions with gods and goddesses. But, they continued, the
fact that such theories have consistently failed to reassure
men in any permanent way indicated that they could not
produce true knowledge. Furthermore, they said that many
Ages produced theories which said that death was a complete
end to man, that like all other life man simply rotted and
returned to the earth which had nourished him. The archivists
were of the opinion that this last theory was by far the most
useful theory of death, because it had the advantage of
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which we had gathered that evening, I saw that they had all
remained in their places. It was as though they had submitted
me to some test and now awaited the result of that test. When
I entered that room, my face must have been bright with
inspiration, for they all showed delight and some even
cheered. Then, patiently and with many happy smiles, they
awaited my question. I said, But you have described death in
exactly the same way as you describe the divinity! Both of
them are forms of what you call unintelligible motion!
Pol-Chi, Hepteidon, they merely sat there nodding to
me, their whole persons suffused with such pure intellectual
joy! Then one of them, Jon, their leader, said, Yes, my dear
Uos, it seems from our reasoning that death is divinity, and
divinity is death. But, he continued, they suspected an error
in logic or a peculiar limitation of language had brought them
to this conclusion. He allowed that certainly the hypothesis
might be true, to the extent that any hypothesis might be true
or to the extent that anything is possible, just as everything
could be impossible. But he cautioned me to be wary of the
conclusion, for, as he pointed out, the equation was
ultimately meaningless.
I must say, remembering that evening now, that I
came closest to them at that time. To celebrate my success
and their own contentment, and mine needlessly to say, a
measure of their beautiful drink, which is neither wine nor
beer, was brought out. That night was the only occasion that
my talent as storyteller was exercised among them. And in
my experience they provided the finest audience my tales
ever had, for they listened with open hearts and naive
credibility to everything I had to say.
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When Uos came in, he was staggering under the
weight of a large, elaborately sealed jar. Pol-Chi jumped up
to help him carry it into the room.
This is part of your ration, Grand High Lord of the
An-Akar.
I forgot to tell you, Pol-Chi, that various supplies of
food, drink and clothing were allocated to your rank. We had
them brought here for you the other day.
Special rations, Hepteidon?
Of course, my Grand High Lord. You no longer eat or
drink with the common soldiers. You must be careful to
attend to the privileges of your exalted rank.
Uos laughed gleefully, pulling pointlessly at the
stopper of the jar.
We need Korkungal now, Pol-Chi said, laughing.
Hepteidon, do you have the sword?
While Pol-Chi and Uos cut and prised with the sword,
Little Ki left the side of the sleeping Griron, leaving him in
the care of Sora, and came to watch the labour of opening the
jar. She cheered loudly with Pol-Chi and Uos when they
succeeded in extracting the stopper. Hepteidon brought the
cups and Pol-Chi tipped the jar to fill them.
Its a good wine, Pol-Chi. Better than beer.
As you say, Hepteidon, I must attend to my
privileges.
When each had a cup, Pol-Chi lifted the sword and
sighted down the blade in order to attract their attention. Then
he raised it above his head and shouted:
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Sora said,
You cannot will it, Hepteidon.
Pol-Chi observed:
But he tries to will it through the negation of a
negation, Sora. Look, he seeks the other impossibility. He
seeks a slavery which is the refusal to serve.
Uos sinking blithely on moist odorous warmth said
mockingly, laughing back against Little Kis Mu-Ra:
Will it make him rise?
Little Ki, radiating warmth, said:
Refuse him, Sora. Refuse him.
Sora covered her breasts in a casual way and said:
No, Hepteidon. I will not.
Hepteidon showed rage and swung his arm, Sora
stepped back, arching her body, eluding him. He came
forward, his face a mask, snarling:
I will possess you, Sora! No one here will stop me!
He lunged and grabbed her, swinging her off balance
and throwing her on to the floor.
Uos remarked:
Observe the rise.
Hepteidon dived on top of her, pinioning her, glaring at
her with
If there is a darkness in love, this is it. Here is the
Other Door.
Soras face showed the strain of her resistance, her
lovely, regular brown features drawn into a mask of great
economy of expression.
It is said, you know, that the giver cannot receive.
That is the secret motion of charity.
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Laughter.
Or if the Chosen cant pass in the Door, then the Beast
wont either.
Sora rolled away from Hepteidons blossom and licked
the sweat on her lips, fingering her tender vagina. She lay,
stretching the gentle curves of her alluring body, then kicked,
her foot swinging across the floor into Hepteidons groin.
Such love as is concentrated there.
Hepteidon jerked, knees coming up, whimpering in his
ecstatic extremity. Now Sora went closer and brought her flat
palm down on to his ear. Hepteidons skull bounced off the
wooden floor, resounding.
So much for theology.
But his knee came up, unbeknown to Sora, and caught
her on the hip, driving her over. Hepteidon was up then, his
hand swinging at her falling head.
This tale Ive heard before.
But who defends? Who attacks?
Ambiguities?
What else?
They say that when the dog succeeds in catching his
tail, the Gods smile and bestow blessings in abundance.
This dog will die of exhaustion first, I think. What do
the Gods of dogs do then?
Pol-Chi picked Sora up bodily and swung her behind
him, and then faced Hepteidon.
Hello, Hepteidon. You are a mighty Warrior.
He put his hand on his trembling moist red shoulder to
restrain him.
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It must be now, Hepteidon. The time comes.
But, Pol-Chi, all I can see is chaos. The Armies have
disintegrated.
Ah, Hepteidon. Completion only comes at the end.
Dont you know that? Until then, there is only confusion.
How will you get them to move? They hide in their
tents all the time now in fear of Ilgem.
Pol-Chi laughed discreetly, not wishing the assembled
officers below to see or hear.
We will give them a Holy Word for a Holy Protection,
Hepteidon. Then we will make it impossible to stay.
How so? Is it magic you work, Pol-Chi?
There is no magic, High Duke, only desire.
Pol-Chi stood up and raised his arms above the sea of
yellow uniforms and armour. At once the buzz of talk
stopped.
My Lords and Chief-Commanders! Thank you for
gathering here today. I know some of you had far to travel in
the heat. You demonstrate your loyalty to your Grand High
Lord.
The reason for calling you here is simple. Some of
you perhaps have already guessed. I hope you are pleased.
But for those of you still in the dark, I will give the reason
directly, for there is otherwise much to tell.
My Lords and Chief-Commanders, the reason for
calling you here is this, we now march on the Empire of the
Dawn! In less than a month we will sit on its border!
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He bent his head and parted his long hair to expose his
neck. Three vertebrae jutted in the smooth red skin. His voice
muffled, he said.
See, my God rides me, Pol-Chi.
Ah, but Hepteidon, why burden me? I am not your
slave. Will this death.
I, too, am a slave, Pol-Chi. I cannot command my
God.
Then beseech it of your God. Tell him to order your
death.
I cannot. My will is incapable. I cannot demand of my
Master.
Then I again call on your God to kill you.
A shadow fell across Hepteidons back. Sora carried
Griron, straddling her hip.
He wants me to kill his god, Sora. But it is an
unnecessary burden. He cannot see that.
Sora nodded and looked to one side, behind Pol-Chi.
Little Ki stood regarding Hepteidon, arms folded under her
breasts.
Hepteidon was once a man, Pol-Chi. Make him a man
again.
You are as wise as ever, Sora my lovely.
An Emperor cannot will his own death, Little Ki said
softly.
Ah, Beautiful Lady, but a man can do what an
Emperor cannot. Isnt that right, Hepteidon? You talk now
only of gods and slaves, not of men. Why is that?
Men cringe as slaves now, Pol-Chi.
Were men ever otherwise, good Hepteidon?
No.
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Pol-Chi stood on the brow of the low hill and looked
down into the yellow mist on the broad river. To the yellow
clad soldiers behind him, he said.
This is the place. Pitch the tents along here.
He swept his arm out along the brow. Then he ran
down the hill, jumping and driving through the high yellowbrown grass, skirting bushes and trees.
The riders came forward at his command.
Along the river on either side of here. Tell the Army
Lords to maintain the disposition as they approach. This is
important. There is to be no manoeuvring for central position.
Tell them I expect them here tomorrow night. They must
approach in order, under strict march, with banners and
pennants unfurled. Now, ride!
He watched them jostle and turn in a body. Dust hung
in the air behind the galloping hooves. Then he turned back
and looked up the hill.
Above the brow of the hill hung Ilgem, half the size of
the moon, gibbous and yellow.
Pol-Chi raised his arms to Ilgem.
Soon, star-with-no-name. Now are the Last Days. The
days when there is nothing to be done.
He laughed loudly in the cool dawn air. His laughter
was swallowed up in the stillness.
He set off across the slope of the hill, climbing towards
the huddled group of pack-horse handlers.
Good morning, soldiers.
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more had walked away, and now two lay on the ground in
trances. If I were to stop Binin in its tracks, you would think
it a great miracle. Wouldnt you, grandfather? You would,
you miserable old ballocks. You want something for nothing.
But let me tell you, if I were to stop Binin, you might call it a
miracle, but would you call it a truth? No, youd go back to
grumbling about the food, or the weather, or the work you
had to do.
Grandfather, therell be no truth for you until you see
the truth in yourself. Until then, Ive no truth for you.
Pol-Chi turned and walked quickly away, blindly
pushing through the grass at first, but then arcing down
towards the column approaching from the vest.
A stream of abuse followed him. It was suddenly cut
off and the bustle of fighting came instead.
Pol-Chi jumped from tuft to tuft across the marshy
strip at the bottom of the hill. Two birds took flight from a
nearby pool, and Pol-Chi watched with surprise as they flew
off, skimming the slope of the hill, then follow the river
north.
The land inclined slightly, rising from the river to the
level of the Grasslands. The column was trailing over the
skyline, coming down the incline, heading towards the
picketed pack-horses over to Pol-Chis right, below the
soldiers campfire.
An outrider spotted him and wheeled his horse and
galloped over, kicking up the fine yellow dust of the plain.
The rider was crouched low behind his mounts straining
head, urging it on with frenetically beating heels. Only at the
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Do you think this is the first time the sky has fallen,
Pol-Chi? Everything has its end, even our present sky.
And men survive?
A few, Pol-Chi.
How is that, Manosur? I know of a few men who will
survive, but they are deep in the earth.
Intensely curious, Manosur now leaned forward.
In the earth, Pol-Chi? I have never heard of such a
thing. But that is good to hear. That is ingenious.
Perhaps. They hide in caves. They live in these caves,
Manosur. They survive all the Ages.
Ah. That is heartening, Pol-Chi. It is good to hear that
men can do that.
Perhaps, Manosur. But tell me, how do the few
survive?
Topar protects them, Pol-Chi. After all, he is our
God.
Pol-Chi glanced at Uos and then at the Savage.
The Lair of the Dragon!
But Manosur laughed, looking slyly from Uos to PolChi and back again.
The Dragon? Oh, no, Pol-Chi. The Dragon looks after
its own kind alone. The Men must find the protection in the
arms of Topar and not look to the Dragon.
They climb high into the mountains, then, Manosur?
Uos asked in a persuasive voice.
There are caves there, priest-magician. He paused,
and looked keenly at Uos and Pol-Chi. Do you seek the
protection of Topar? He spoke softly. You are friends of the
Brigan, who gave much joy to my family.
Pol-Chi looked at the ground.
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Ill tell you what I think, Uos. There are three things
in my mind which I cannot plausibly tie together, things
which come from three different sources. The Savages say
that the Dragon flies up to the stars. The archivists told you
that men have flown to the stars. And Hepteidon once said
that the prophecy he heard contained no superstition.
Hepteidon was a man of science, as you know, so such a
judgment is to be taken seriously.
Uos busied himself with his satchel, speaking in a
muffled voice.
How do you tie these three threads together, Pol-Chi?
Ha, Uos, only by a foolish hope.
Now Uos looked sharply at Pol-Chi.
Tell me, Pol-Chi. I am deeply interested.
Pol-Chi began to walk away.
No, Uos. It contains too much sadness. He looked
back. I want no part of it.
Uos grabbed the reins of his horse and tugged it to
follow him.
No part in what, Pol-Chi?
In the truth, Uos.
Pol-Chi, what truth?
Turning, arms akimbo, Pol-Chi shouted across the
intervening expanse of dry yellow-brown grass:
There are men in the stars.
Uos ran after him, pulling the horse and stumbling.
Where is the sadness in that, Pol-Chi?
Sweeping his hand towards the skyline above, Pol-Chi
shouted bitterly.
What of all these millions on earth, Uos? They are
left to seek a miracle only!
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Lords, Officers, and soldiers of the Hu-An-Akar.
Greetings from your kinsman Pol-Chi, Grand High Lord.
Kinsmen, I greet you on your arrival at the site of the
End. before you is the An-Akar, which rises like a yellow mist
in the morning, obscuring strange new countries, hiding the
new place from your eyes.
Kinsmen, how do we clear this fog from our eyes? How
do we pass through the An-Akar, the Gate of Shadows, the
Gate of Death? I will speak to you plainly, for in the Last
Days only honesty is possible. There is no future for lies or
manoeuvres.
Kinsmen, how do we remove this fog? I will tell you.
There must be a miracle! There must be a new thing among
men. You all look now upon the yellow mist, what is this
yellow mist? It is the foolishness of our thoughts. It is the
compulsion of our wills! It is the blindness of our desires!
Kinsmen, we must here have an end to this foolishness,
to this compulsion, to this blindness. We must strive, now that
we face the yellow mist of the An-Akar in the Last Days of
man, to put an end to thought, to will, even to desire.
Kinsmen, you must understand this: thinking does not
make it so; willing does not make it so nor does desire make
it so.
Kinsmen, you must understand this: There is nothing to
be done! In the Last Days of man, at the entrance to the AnAkar, there is no longer time or place; there is no future;
there is no hope. There is absolutely nothing to be done.
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Kinsmen, stand now before the yellow mist of the AnAkar and understand what I, your leader and guide, tell you:
Think of nothing, strive for nothing, desire for nothing.
Kinsmen, tell yourself that your past is nothing, that your
world is nothing, your future is nothing.
Kinsmen, tell yourselves this last thing. This is the final
thing to tell yourselves: I AM NOTHING!
Kinsmen, trust me, your guide, when I tell you these
things. Only by becoming nothing will the new thing appear
among men. Only in this way will the yellow mist disappear,
and the An-Akar be passed.
Kinsmen, this is the miracle you seek!
Become nothing and you will see all there is to be
seen!
Then look, Kinsmen, and behold the truth of men.
See into the Ek-Min, Kinsmen. See the Green Field of
Peace!
My Lord?
When Little Ki saw that she had finally attracted PolChis attention, she rolled over on the bed of skins and
pillows, carefully lifting and then settling her breasts, so that
both lolled down one over the other, without dragging on her
shoulders unduly.
Pol-Chi dismissed the scribe and put his hands on his
knees.
My Lord, why do you not tell them that there is no
death?
Why, Slave, telling does not make it true.
But I believe you.
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And because?
Little Kis eyes widened. She finally broke her gaze
and looked down at her body.
And because, Imperial Slave?
She tensed her shoulders and dropped her chin onto her
chest. Pol-Chi took his hand away. She did not look up as she
spoke.
Three things come to mind, my Lord. Two from
memory and the third from my reason. The first is my
memory of why the Emperor, my master, gave me away. I
betrayed a willingness to see him die by his own will. The
second is what you said to Hepteidon after Sora had
mutilated him. You told him that he could not utter the truth
now. She looked up into Pol-Chis eyes. Did Hepteidon
utter the truth? Is freedom not the truth?
Pol-Chi merely crinkled his eyes and prompted.
The third thing, Little Ki? From your reason.
My Lord, Hsin showed the Emperor a truth!
Hepteidon once told me of a thing that puzzled him. Hsin had
explained to him that in some way he was dead merely
because the Emperor had expressed his Will. Yet Hsin did
not actually die until Hepteidon himself had secretly willed
his death. What perplexed Hepteidon was the possibility that
Hsin obeyed his, Hepteidons, will rather than that of the
Emperor. But, I ask myself now, why did Hepteidon wish for
Hsins death? Hsin would have been very useful to him, yet
he sought his death that night. Why? For the same reason that
the Emperor had condemned Hsin? He showed Hepteidon the
truth that night.
Pol-Chi nodded repeatedly.
And, Little Ki?
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the slave is free, because the only control which exists in the
slave is that exercised by the master. This is the truth the
slave possesses. Man projects the desire which is precisely
opposite to his actual condition, a desire for absolute control.
In his actual condition man in fact is absolutely unwilling to
control: his condition is that of pure freedom.
But this freedom is without purpose and man denies
this fact. Here he denies that he even created this freedom
himself.
On another level, which was shown to me by
Hepteidon, mans reason, as such, is the internal expression
of slavery. Here man claims to know. By the exercise of
number, he claims to control, by means of knowledge, that
which he secretly does not wish to control. Thus the
incompleteness of measure, and the pure act of self-reflection
it demonstrates, in that number always remains in itself while
appearing to measure things, shows the illusion of mans self
love in its most pure and abstracted form.
This love, Little Ki, is mans most seductive illusion,
for it comes closest to expressing the true resolution of mans
condition. Ostensibly, it expresses mans desire for union. In
fact, it betrays mans real unwillingness to achieve union, for
it operates, as I learned for myself, only in terms of what each
man and woman wants for his or herself. Again, what is
wanted is absolute control. Where it does get beyond mere
desire, and this I learned also, to the self-giving, it always
seeks either self-denial, which is nothingness, or a reciprocal
giving, which is a conspiracy of mutual control, that, once
again, denies mans primordial establishment of freedom.
Little Ki seemed to be swooning. She spoke in a
pitched voice, as though in response.
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Pol-Chi finished speaking and watched his priestsecretary inscribe the remaining symbols. The noon sun was
pleasantly hot. In the west Ilgem was setting, squat and
ocherous, partly obscured by the dust raised by the
approaching Army.
When his priest-secretary had finished, Pol-Chi said:
Have it copied now, Plia. Be sure there are sufficient
copies for distribution to the army scribes. We will need ten
thousand copies by tomorrow.
Two riders appeared on the skyline, paused, and then
galloped down the incline towards the hill.
Uos studied them as he walked carefully towards
Pol-Chi. He limped slightly, going down on his left leg.
Uos.
Pol-Chi.
Uos sat in the chair vacated by the priest-secretary.
Who comes, Uos?
Red tunics, Pol-Chi. Imperial couriers.
Ah, yes. It is time for that.
What will he do?
Take command, of course, Uos.
Of what, Pol-Chi?
Pol-Chi laughed, throwing his head back, hooding his
eyes.
Of the invasion, Uos.
Uos seemed to shrink in his chair.
The riders disappeared from view below. The sound of
the hooves changed as the horses crossed the marshy strip.
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Pol-Chi nodded.
If words have meaning, Uos. If human understanding
has any reality, then it is as the archivists say it is.
But are you not sceptical, Pol-Chi? Before, your
scepticism saved you from error.
There is no longer any time for scepticism, Uos.
These are the Last Days. Cant you understand even that?
But this philosophy, Pol-Chi, cant you understand
that it might not be true?
Uos, if I believed instead, for whatever reason, that
the marriage of the sun and moon, or even the resurrection of,
say, Korkungal, was required, dont you know that I would
seek that? No, wait, Uos, I will relent with you, for you have
come to understand much that you were unwilling to
understand. Three insights, from different sources, gather
here to instruct and guide me. In my own poem, the very line
that Hepteidon baulked at is the one concerning the reference
to the cold heart of the goddess:
And within a gown sheer black she wears
The Mark of Man: a Heart grown cold.
Thus, Hepteidon the man of science involuntarily
expressed the deep knowledge of men. Then I heard of
Tantors dream, which you could not understand. But I saw,
at least, though not in full awareness, the significance of the
reference to an incomplete female. Then when I heard the
philosophy of the archivists of Mu-Ra, again I saw
incompleteness.
You see, old man, it is not my own delusion which I
follow, nor that of the archivists, nor merely that of an old
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It is a new time, Little Ki, Pol-Chi said gently. In the
new time there are new ways. Let the new ways be.
Little Ki moved towards him in a desire for
reassurance.
But if the Emperor asserts his claim, Pol-Chi?
Then you must act according to the new way.
But I dont know the new way, as you call it. Little
Ki said with mild exasperation.
Pol-Chi stroked her perfect shoulder to calm her.
Little Ki, trust me. The way is in you.
She nodded submissively, biting her lip, staring at the
grass made yellow by torchlight.
Pol-Chi looked to the west, towards the setting waning
moon. The dust cloud was higher, enveloping the moon in its
gauzy extremities.
The movement of five million men created a low
rumble that filled the night with eerie disturbance. Already
the leading units had reached the skyline above the river: a
line of torches marked the edge of the plain, fading on either
side, north and south, into the distance. Now and again
singing could be heard from the throats of thousands and tens
of thousands of marching soldiers.
The Hu-An-Akar was arriving.
Pol-Chi turned away, pausing momentarily to look at
the river mist, faint and yellow in the weakening moonlight.
Then he looked north, sorting through the innumerable stars
till he found Le Tlu, the North Star, winking steadily at him.
Without Ilgem, it was like the eve of an invasion.
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To the An-Akar.
They drank.
Then the Emperor hissed.
Cant I have Sora?
Pol-Chi signalled for more wine, then answered.
Youll have to ask her, Emperor. Ive already told you
that.
Oh, all right, The Emperor got to his feet. But you
know, Pol-Chi, you really dont know how to use your
influence.
Pol-Chi laughed and drank.
Ill tell you this, though, Emperor. Dont be tempted
to take her, just because shes so slight. Hepteidon tried that
and he lost his prick.
The Emperor raised his brows.
Her? He looked over at Sora. Anyway, he could
never handle women. Isnt that right, Little Ki? She nearly
killed him the first time.
The Emperor slapped his thigh with humour, and went
off towards Sora.
Pol-Chi shifted over beside Little Ki.
How goes the new way, Black Beauty?
Little Ki shivered her shoulders, sending her bosom all
atremble.
Silence, Pol-Chi?
Pol-Chi tweaked her left nipple.
And?
Little Ki shivered again, this time with pleasure,
glancing down at Pol-Chis fingers tweaking her nipple.
Silence, Pol-Chi? I tell you. Silence is the prerogative
of those who have the power to give.
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There was sufficient light now.
Ilgem hung huge and bright yellow, high in the western
sky. To the east the first rays of the sun began to lighten the
golden mantle that lay across the earth.
It is lovely, Uos.
Tense, Uos nodded jerkily.
No harm in seeing that, Pol-Chi.
Ha! It is necessary to see that. It contains a truth.
Little Ki ducked out of the Imperial pavilion, rubbing
her belly to ease the goose pimples.
Sora says we should drink hot wine. Van agrees with
her.
Pol-Chi nodded abstractly, looking at the effect the
chill morning air had on Little Kis nipples. Uos looked also
and commented:
That Ilgem brings no warmth is also a fact.
Little Ki followed their eyes down, grinned, and
wriggled her torso.
Uos and Pol-Chi smiled appreciatively, both sensing
the jest.
Then Little Ki looked down at them and remarked:
And Ilgem has a lesson for the bulls.
Tight-scrotumed, Uos and Pol-Chi laughed heartily.
Sora came out, carrying a large steaming jar in both
hands. Behind, the Emperor trailed, gold cups collected in his
crossed arms.
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Griron!
Immediately the flap of the nearest pavilion moved and
Griron appeared, toddling on his little fat legs. He moved
carefully but steadily over the uneven ground, the grass
brushing his chest and face at times.
When he was close enough, Pol-Chi pointed to the gap
between the Emperor and Uos. Obediently, Griron swerved
and made for that point.
Whose child is that?
Soras, Majesty.
I wouldnt have believed it, my dear. Why, you look
only... And you are the father, Uos?
Thats not certain, majesty.
And yet shes fussy about me, the Emperor muttered
loudly.
When Griron had plopped down into place, Pol-Chi
said,
The drummers, Emperor?
KENHARTDU!
Four drummers came running up over the brow of the
hill, eyes starting, mouths gaping. They ran up and waited,
panting furiously, clutching drums and sticks in spasming
hands and arms.
Where do you want them, Pol-Chi?
Over there, Pol-Chi replied, pointing behind Little
Ki.
Right, drummers, get over there. Hurry!
The drummers hurried. When they had settled
themselves, Pol-Chi leaned around Little Ki. and said to
them:
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This beat bump-bum, bump-bum, bump-bum, bumpbum. Yes, thats it. Bump-bum...Good... When I signal like
this... No. In a moment...when I do signal, beat out that tattoo
only thirty times. Understand? Thirty times? Good. Then
stop! Right. Ready yourselves.
Pol-Chi turned back to his circle.
Now, when the drumming starts, we will hold hands. I
warn you now, once we have clasped hands, theres no letting
go. Then well take it from there... Youll see.
Pol-Chi shivered. The Emperor tried to take Soras
hand immediately, but she pulled away.
Be patient, majesty, Uos said, weary with tension.
Then Pol-Chi signalled the drummers.
Bump-bum, bump-bum, bump-bum.
Drums up on the ridge took up the beat Bump-bum, bump-bum, bump-bum, bump-bum.
The sound grew as drums further away on either side
picked it up. In a very short time, all the drums of the Hu-AnAkar were pounding in unison BUMP-BUM, BUMP-BUM, BUMP-BUM...
Pol-Chi took the hands of Little Ki and Sora. Uos and
the Emperor reached for adjacent hands.
A powerful ripple went round the group, going from
Pol-Chi to Sora to the Emperor to Griron to Uos to Little Ki.
It earthed itself in Little Ki and she threw her head up, her
nipples stood out then she gave a long scream of
pleasure.
The drum beat was powerful, reverberating through the
ground, echoing in the river mist.
BUMP-BUM, BUMP-BUM, BUMP-BUM...
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he couldnt.
He began,
Pol...
And his voice froze.
Then
Twenty-five thousand front rank soldiers gasped
And
What are you doing here?
Being present, of course.
Indeed. Is that what you call it? Its a pretty gross
presence. Where are you from?
Earth?
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Griron nodded.
Why have you returned? You seemed to have
advanced far.
The Emperor found his tongue loosened.
How can this child talk?
I dont know, Griron. To say farewell, perhaps.
Uos said:
Where were you, Pol-Chi?
In another Aeon, Uos.
Aeon?
Yes, about twice as far as this from... Well, fairly
advanced.
But whats an Aeon?
I dont know. Like an Age, I suppose, but on another
level or plane.
Should I grow up now, Pol-Chi? Im not sure. I seem
to upset the Emperor.
Do you want to, Griron?
I KNEW IT WOULDNT WORK, UOS, Sora
screamed with rage.
No. Id rather let it take its own course, Pol-Chi.
Youre all mad! How can this brat speak like that? Its
only about a year old.
Are you going to leave us soon, Pol-Chi? Little Ki
began to cry gently.
The soldiers gasped again, louder because more
soldiers could see.
Oh, shut up, majesty. You can be such a pain in the
arse at times.
Thats wise, Griron. Dont cry, Little Ki. Ill try to
explain later.
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When the last pavilion blew away, Pol-Chi, Little Ki,
Uos-Tarko, Sora-Kalistera, and Griron found themselves
exposed to the eschatological elements.
Wed better find shelter if were going to hang around
here, Uos said, shivering already.
A stark, branching fork of lightning pierced the cloud,
seeking earth in the west. Immediately, thunder crashed and
rolled and reverberated all around them.
The powerful winds were unrelenting, the torrential
rain unceasing.
Pol-Chi rubbed his soaking hair and looked at his hand.
We could take these skins into the lee of the hill.
Sora stood up and a gust blew her over, sending her
staggering through the wet grass.
The others concentrated on gathering up the skins, bent
and tensed against the wind and rain.
More lightning, splitting the air above them. The
thunder was deafening, churning their stomachs.
Griron attached himself to Little Ki, who best
withstood the storm.
Pol-Chi led the way, rolled skins against his chest, out
of the rain. Sora groped for his arm, her hair plastered to her
face.
The south-facing slope of the hill did offer shelter,
from the wind though not from the rain.
When they were all huddled together under an
embankment, skins wrapped about them. Uos asked:
Why are we hanging around here?
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Chosen. The least we did there was to ensure that there was a
Chosen. He gestured to Griron.
The ground quaked, worse this time than ever before.
Little Ki braced herself, the soaking robe clinging to
her body allowing every little tremble and roll to be clearly
seen.
Uos, she asked with forced calm. How soon now?
Im not sure, Little Ki. I havent seen Ilgem since
yesterday morning. But I think itll pass at about quarter the
moons orbital radius. Perhaps today or tomorrow. Thatll be
the worst point.
Will it get worse than this?
Oh yes, much worse.
Griron peeked around his mother.
You have a great sympathy for the earth, Little Ki,
havent you?
Yes, Griron. I feel it all inside me, here. She pointed
to her left quaking breast.
Griron nodded seriously.
Thats good. I think thats important, Little Ki.
Multiple bolts of lightning streaked down. One hit a
body of soldiers up on the valley side. The thunder was
sickeningly loud.
Uos coughed above the uproar.
Look, were going to have to go soon. We cant whisk
off to other dimensions at the last moment.
Pol-Chi looked up.
That reminds me, Uos. What did you experience in
the circle?
Me? Uos shrugged dismissively. I thought those
shocks we had would kill me. But there was nothing
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Selsara.
Where?
On the Torp of Sastra, bending on the Gyre of Arp.
Bending?
Turning back, but only on the Gyre.
But turning back, Selsara?
Enlightenment must be possible. It must have a
beginning.
Why do you still seek enlightenment?
No, no, Mataran. I serve to give enlightenment to
those attached to the Gyre.
Ah. You bring the light in the dark, Selsara. The light
that preserves the dark.
Yes, Mataran, I give love, The Black Light of
Presence. You have known its frisson.
Often, Black Goddess.
I am glad, Bull, that I gave you love. I couldnt know
then. Love cannot be known; only its empty place, always
filling, can be seen.
You gave much love, Selsara, I see that now. But why
do you serve now, Black Beauty?
Ah, Rampant Bull, how far you have gone. You forget
that others still need.
But those in need take, Little Pet. There is no need to
serve. Why, then, do you still serve?
Go, Bull, you no longer need me. I can see that.
But why do you stay?
I have no other place to go.
Ah, Black Beauty, why do you court ignorance still?
Did I not show you the truth?
Your truth is not my truth, Bull. I serve freely.
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Trin!
Pilto?
See, you were not long away, my friend.
Just three earth days, Pilto.
Did you witness the ending of the Age, then? Thats
always a spectacular event, in any Aeon.
Yes, Pilto. And to say farewell to my friends.
Are you sad?
Yes.
The ending of an Age is bitter, Trin. But as you said,
motion is free. Dont let attachments to what is gone rule
you.
You are right, of course, Pilto.
Come with me now, my friend. You have much to
learn.
More illusions, Pilto?
There are always illusions. There must be limits.
There are no limits in the end, Pilto.
Dont be bitter, Trin. Youll forget, believe me. We all
suffer separations in one Aeon or another.
Dont you know, man of the five hundred and twentyninth Aeon? There is no forgetting, because there is no
remembering.
Youre agitated, Trin. Be careful. You dont know
your power yet.
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Dont I, Pilto?
Dont do it, Trin. Be patient. There is always time.
I must, friend Pilto. There is only one enlightenment.
So there is only one truth.
How can you know something like that, Trin?
Anyway, there are many here who would dispute that.
I dont know it, Pilto, I see it. But tell me, as a matter
of interest, what is a Kalo?
Ive never heard of such a thing, Trin.
Have you ever heard of the Gyre of Arp?
No. But why all these questions?
Tell me, then, Pilto, how do you know the Aeons
exist?
What curious questions. I have experienced them,
Trin. Thats why I say they exist.
But who told you of their existence? Pilto, who
prepared you to expect them?
No one, of course. I discovered them for myself,
Trin.
Why am I here, Pilto? Why am I not in a Kalo, or on a
Gyre?
I dont know what youre talking about, Trin.
Then tell me this, do I resemble your friend Sin?
You ask too many questions, Trin. You must be
patient and learn the knowledge of this Aeon. Then all your
questions will be answered.
Very well, Ill answer them myself. You called me
here, Pilto, in the name of friendship.
It is sincere friendship, Trin.
What do you fear, Pilto? Why do you refuse to use the
power you have discovered?
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