Gene Wars - Hammerfall Part 15

"Then tell the truth! Why do you do this to her? Why not come in here and speak to me yourself?"

Marak! roared in his head.Marak, Marak, Marak ! so loudly that he flinched.

"Speak to me, d.a.m.n you, don't shout!"

"I've spoken to you," Norit's lips said, "for nearly thirty years, and you won't hear me. You hear what you want to hear." Norit hesitated, trembling. "You recast everything the way you want to hear it. You're very stubborn."

"It's my father's inheritance," he said. He caressed Norit's cheek and found his own hand trembling.

"I'm here. Tell me whatever she wishes, Norit. I love you. For your sake, I'll listen."

"I can't think!" Norit said in a faint voice. "I see things and I can't think about them, and I hear words and they don't make sense. She hates me; she says she doesn't, but I know she does!"

"Let her be!" he said to whoever possessed Norit. "Talk tome , and let her be!"

"Norit is far easier." Of a sudden Norit's head drooped, and her whole body sank into his arms, so that for a moment he feared Norit was dead... but Norit lay in his embrace, aware, and breathing as if she had run for her life.

"Luz wants you to listen," Norit whispered against him, teeth chattering. "Luz wants you to listen and not to fight her."

"Hush," he said. "Hush. I'll try." He did try. He shut his eyes and tried to make sense of the whisper in his skull.

"She thinks things," Norit said, at the limit of her expression, trembling. "She wants things. My ears buzz.

She's angry because you won't listen to her."

"I'm trying! Let her give us Hati back. Let her make sense and come into this room and talk to us face-to-face. It was she I saw in the metal hall, wasn't it? She's flesh and blood like the rest of us. Why won't she come here to talk?"

"Will she be safe, she asks."

"I swear she'll be safe. Just let her leave you alone." He wiped a strand of hair from Norit's cheek.

"Luz! Do you hear me?"

Somewhere a door opened. Theirs closed. He looked up from over Norit's head.

"We're locked in," Norit said in a faint voice.

"We'vebeen locked in," he said. "This whole d.a.m.ned place locks us in." He thought of Hati, who never but in the Beykaskh itself had experienced a roof. He thought of Hati shut in a little room, with no way out.

"She says..." Norit whispered. "She says... I should say exactly these words, and you have to listen."

"I'm listening."

"We have to go back. You promised the Ila to go back, and we have to. We have to tell the Ila... we have to tell the Ila..."

Suddenly the walls of the room went black, and the vision of the stars spread itself all across them. Norit cried out. Marak held to her; and suffered a vision of stars lit with lightning.

The tower rode that blue-glowing fire to the ground, and reached out arms and dug into the earth, substantial as a mountain, on a plain of gla.s.s.

And they still sat on a pale, foreign bed, clinging to one another.

"The beginning," a voice said from above them. "Your beginning. The First Descended."

Marak leapt up, but all around him was the desert, limned square, on the walls, a moving image with neither wind nor smell, and square-cornered.

From the tower, walkers went out across the desert.

Vision blurred, and caravans plied their trade, and all seemed ordinary.

"Do you see it?" he asked Norit, who had stayed seated on the bed. Her face said yes before she nodded and half hid her face in her hands.

"The tower of the Beykaskh," the voice said.

He turned slowly and Norit turned, until they saw the tower again, set against the red, saw-toothed upthrust of the Qarain.

Had they come a circle? Was that where they had come, after all their journey? Were they within the Beykaskh?

That tower stood, and the vision rose up on wings like the birds of the air and turned until he swayed on his feet and Norit leapt up and held to him for her own balance.

The tower became domed, and they swooped down at the level of the sand, dizzied, and powerless to stop the rush of vision.

The tower put forth walls, and the walls rose up, and the dome rose, and the walls shone with the sun.

"From this," their voice said, Luz said, "all else comes."

The Beykaskh suddenly poured out the Mercy of the Ila, and the Mercy of the Ila formed the reed-rimmed pool as he had seen it, but subtly changed.

Creatures like the beshti, but not, drank there, and he saw into the water, and saw moving creatures, and saw spirals and dots and chains, and them composed of smaller and smaller chains, and finally of small structures, not like the structures he had seen built of fire.

These structures were dots, only dots of colors, and they changed and multiplied, and faded into larger things, and larger, and larger, and larger, threatening, and enveloping, until he saw the dots become small packets, and those packets become rows, and those rows become sheets, and those sheets become the skin of a man, and his ear, and his face, and his head and his body. He had no idea why this vision so terrified him, but the rapid shifts had made him both dizzy and afraid.

"These are the makers," Luz said. "The Ila understands. Now you know what she knows. The makers flowed out into the pool and the beasts she had brought drank, and bred, and changed as the Ila directed. The beasts changed, and men changed to fit this land. Doesn't your scripture say that she divided the beasts from the vermin?"

"I know nothing about it," Marak retorted, because none of it made sense at all, and he cared nothing about it, only for escaping this place and taking Norit and Hati with him. It was not the act of friends to try to awe him with such a show. "I don't believe in the scriptures or the priests. And if you want anything from us, open the doors. Bring the walls back. Give us Hati back. And the au'it."

"This was five hundred thirty-eight years ago," Luz said, "when she created the pool and sent out this new breed of men, under priests she instructed. This was five hundred thirty-eight years ago when the First Descended took this world and hid from their enemies."

There was a new thread. "What enemies?" he asked.

"Enemies her predecessors made. She found a desert and transformed it. She sent out the makers and by them she fitted her creation to survive. She set up the priests to teach a history she wrote.

As far as the priests' G.o.d exists, she is that G.o.d, and the devil of your belief is her enemy. Both are false. But we're not here to argue philosophy. We're here to save as much as we can save, before her enemy destroys this creation of hers. You are a resource to us, a threat to them, and we've won a reprieve: we've won this world, we've won the chance to save you, if you'll only listen.

That's why we've called you here ... to save your lives."

It was too much to swallow at one taking. All around him, within his arms, was the evidence of intentions not as benign as the promise. And all his knowledge a lie? He refused to fall down and worship their truth, either.

"What do you think of us, Marak Trin Tain? Do you want to listen?"

"I'll listen," he said. "You keep your d.a.m.ned hands off us. And bring Hati here!"

The sunlight grew on the walls, and whitened, and the vision was done. He found Norit's trembling had spread to his own limbs. Nothing he knew was true? Where did lies start and stop?

The door whisked open. He expected a monster. He saw instead a perfectly ordinary woman, in house clothes, without a robe, like a prost.i.tute. She had no definite age. With robes, she might have been a baker, a potter, a weaver. But she was very, very pale. Only the Ila had such skin.

The Ila, and, he guessed, Luz.

"Marak," Luz said in her own voice, and with an accent neither westerly nor easterly, only mildly strange. "Norit." This with a nod to his companion, who clung trembling to his arms.

"So what do you want?" Marak asked. He held Norit close, and then on a second thought, put her apart from him. He had drawn the Ila's lightning. He might draw this woman's: he expected it, because he was not in a mood to bow down, with Hati unaccounted for. "One thief calls the other a liar. What does it mean to the man who's lost his silver?"

"Bad news," Luz said. "The Ila could tell you, but she erased all the records five hundred years ago. The Ila settled here, where she had no right to settle. Her enemies have found her, they've set about to wipe this earth clean of life, and we've argued that we can unmake her makers and create benign ones. There, do you understand it?"

"I understand you want something from us, and I doubt you're telling more truth than the Ila does."

"Are you willing to die for her sake?"

"No, I'm not willing to die. No more than the rest of us."

"Yet you promised to go back to her."

"I've reason."

"So you will go."

"I may."

"You might save no few lives if you did. But I warn you that you may lose your own. There's safety here, and if you leave it, you run a risk of not getting back in time. It's moments before the destruction."

"And this is a safe place?"

"It will remain safe. Her enemies have agreed. They let us be here, to work out this problem."

"Problem," he scoffed.

"Not that we don't share it, Ian and I. We've agreed to be down here. We've agreed not to leave this place, ever. That's no small thing."

"Down here. Where ishere ?"

"On this world, so to speak. This earth. This patch of land. You're on a round world circling a star, Marak Trin Tain. That's knowledge she took from your grandfather's grandfathers."

"Does it matter?" He disbelieved anything she offered. "Does it matter, except that I get out of here with the people I walked in with?"

"Direct and to the point. I know your reputation. I can see why you got here. Dare I believe you're one who might get back?"

"I'm supposed to tell the Ila what I find here."

"Tell her. Perhaps she'll want to come here."

The Ila, travel across the desert? Join madmen?

"She won't."

"Don't be so sure. I'll send you with a message. She may hear it."

"What message?"

"The same she sent to me."

Therewas a flaw in the woman's omniscience. Slight as it seemed, he leapt on it, took perverse satisfaction in that flaw. "She sent you nothing. She doesn't even know you exist."

"Oh, but she did send, all the same. She doesn't knowwhat I am, but she sent you to find that out. Her message is that she understands what we've done, she understands it's challenged her creation, she understands her makers have failed against ours, and take it for granted that she's tried to cure the mad.

But she can't. She's gathered all the visions. She knows their meaning. She knows someone is here, and by the fact we've beaten her makers, she has an idea who we are. But she wants to know what we mean to do, and why, and that's what you're to tell her."

"What do you mean to do?"

"Gather survivors. Keep them alive. And when theondat change this world so that nothing she's loosed will survive, we'll set new makers loose, ones theondat will approve."

"Theondat ."

"Her enemies."

"And our lives?"

Luz was silent a breath or two, then: "I regret risking them again. But if there's one power that can call the rest to shelter, it won't be a handful of madmen urging the village lord to come here. She can call them. Her priests can. We couldn't make war on her: her hold is too secure. But we can use her influence over her own creation. The G.o.d of this world can bring us the people and save their lives. But you're almost too late... if you're not too late already. I can direct you. I can talk to you and I can talk to theondat and I may secure you a safe course, but not if they know I'm bringing the Ila herself to safety.

It's a risk."

"Then why do you take such a risk?"

"She's not as innocent as the rest of you-she wasn't the one who poured out makers on anondat world, not one of that company, but she was part of it. Her worst sin was to save lives... your lives. She took this place for a refuge. But politics-" Luz shook her head. "Five hundred years of argument about your fate, and you've threatened no one. She's threatened no one. She can't leave. We've persuaded theondat to this compromise: that they may change this world so the makers are forced to change, but we may moderate that change: we can remove the threat and a.s.sure theondat we can stop it. Her cooperation would make our work easier. Say that. Tell her I'll make her welcome. Tell her there is an escape, a narrow one, and the window may close before she can take it, even as it is. We were given thirty years, and those years were up when the Ila sent us this unexpected gift. She knows that we've loosed new makers. Tell her to listen to you, and listen to me, and come to the tower while there's still time."

"With the mad? The Ila of Oburan, to live with the mad?"

"Oh, very much so," Luz said. "One needs not erase history. One needs only fail to teach one generation of children. Fail with two, and the destruction widens. She may deserve her d.a.m.nation for what she has done, but it was done, perhaps, to keep you content with what limited things she could give. To make you her good servants. And keep you alive, for company."

The land circling a star and wars with some tribe named theondat , and dots and creatures let loose in their very blood. He had had nature to explain the world that was, but he had never understood why nature was what it was, either. He had never understood the vermin, or where men came from, except what the priests said, that the First Descended dropped down from the heavens and divided beasts from vermin.

"Where are theondat ?" he asked.

"Up above, where you can't reach them. Believe this: that you threaten the peace. It's not the land you have. The enemy doesn't care about that. It's thatyou exist according to the Ila's plan, and that the Mercy of the Ila continues to pour out makers; useless, we say, since you've overburdened the land as it is, and never will be more than you are, but it's your existence, all the same, that prolongs the war. You loosed makers ontheir world. They don't forget that. They wish you dead."

He understood everything down totheir world . He had no idea where that was. But he understood revenge. He understood it was useless to plead against it, and he knew that survival required allies.

"They gave us thirty years," Luz said, "to loose our own makers, and to gather our people and our goods and our records, before this world changes into what it will be. Thirty years ago we set to work.

Thirty years ago we went out across the Lakht and into the villages, such as we could reach. We loosed new makers, in your blood, and they set to work, and enabled you to hear us, and brought a great many to us. Then the Ila, as you call her, gave us this final gift, in you. So we send you back to her with a message. A last chance. That's all you need to know."