Gene Wars - Hammerfall Part 46

They went into the Ila's tent, and inside, Memnanan was there, just putting on his belt. With him in crowded circ.u.mstances, in the tent foyer, were three of his men, an au'it, and two tribesmen, one Haga, one Keran-neither Aigyan nor Menditak, it seemed, had left anything to chance, or to the Ila's goodwill. They had slept there, and had just begun to prepare for the day.

"Marak Tain," Memnanan said, looking at him as a man might look at the risen dead.

"Alive," Marak said. And added: "Grateful."

Memnanan nodded slightly, acknowledgment.

Hati said darkly. "My husband saved the Ila's life. But I doubt she's grateful. She's awake. I think we need to see her."

Memnanan indicated the way, the curtain. "My men take my orders. The priests... have come here.

They've been about. I haven't let them in-waitingyour orders,omi ."

The priests: a reservoir of the Ila's own makers, a source, like a well, of her former independence.

But there was, he suspected, no renewal there: if they were overcome in her. Luz's would win, every time, now, and every priest who took in the Ila's makers would now take in Luz's. That was the truth his own body told him. That was the answer the world had, from now on.

He pushed the curtain back. The Ila's servants, rising up to bar the way, saw him and hesitated. He simply walked through with Hati and Norit, in Memnanan's witness, and the tribesmen's, and flung back the last curtain.

The Ila, aware of them as they were of her, sat in her chair, waiting for them. Aui'it attended her. Her white skin, the red robes-those were the same. But bones stood out in her hands as they did in his.

They both had given up substance to the struggle.

Hati and Norit stopped one on a side of him. They were alike now, all together, all part of a set.

The Ila moved her hand, and the aui'it settled on the mats on either side of her and opened their books.

"You've had your way," the Ila said. "You think you've won."

"Luzhas won," Marak said, but he was unwilling, himself, to concede that without limits. He added, for himself: "So far."

"So far." The Ila's voice was weak, but edged. "I gave you your freedom. I gave everyone in the world theirfreedom , such as we had, so long as it lasted. Now there's one way, one blood, and one tribe in the world, andwe've joined it." She drew breath, and her eyes held the old fire. "So let theondat worry aboutthat ."

"So you have secrets," Norit said. "You change your makers at will. You're trying to change them now, but so far, it's not working, is it? We'll understand how you do that. Sooner or later,we'll know."

"Luz."

"Yes?" the answer came.

The Ila smiled... smiled with chilling serenity. "We'll see. Granted we have an immediate problem... still, we'll talk."

"Weare pragmatists," Luz said from Norit's lips. "You can't feed this ma.s.s of people, or shelter them.

We can. You think you can change my makers, given a hundred years, or two hundred, or three.Try ."

"'I a.s.sure you, I'll try."

"We should go," Marak said to his wives, and took them each by an arm and walked.

He had seen enough to satisfy himself the Ila was alive and that she had become one of the mad. But she was not content to be that-she never would be content. She meant to change the order of the world, and now meant to do it from inside their ranks.

Luz then would change it back, and so it would go, by degrees as tiny as the makers themselves. Now there were two G.o.ds on the earth, and neither one was, or would be, perhaps for all time to come, completely in power over the other.

There might be G.o.ds in the heavens, too, theondat , watching to see how it all came out: he believed his vision of the tower in the stars.

But theondat could scarcely observe a war of makers, carried on in the veins of two determined women.

Himself, he had done with G.o.ds, and had no desire to contend with makers. He put an arm about his wives, one on either hand, and went out through the curtain, taking one combatant out of speaking range, at least for now. It might be a while before the Ila heard the voices he heard, if she ever did.

He gave Memnanan a pa.s.sing courtesy, and went out into the morning. An au'it followed them, and took up her duty.

They packed up and they rode, a long, weary line of riders.

They went in a kind of twilight, the air cold, the sun thickly shrouded in slate gray cloud.

But the light was enough, finally, to show them a strange, up-thrust shape on the horizon.

It was the tower on its hill, on the rim of the land they,could see.

"We're almost there," Marak said, and pointed it out to his wives, who already knew.

Chapter Twenty-Six.

Another year is gone, as much as that means.

-Marak's Book The air was cold and clear, breath of man andbeast frosting on the wind... it was noon, though anyone who remembered the sky as it had been would never know it. Snow had fallen in the morning, and lay all about... more boded in the west, out of which all weather came, but Marak Trin had seen the stars scream down from the heavens. That was hazard. He had seen the deep snows. That was hardship. This little spit of snow failed to daunt him.

More, he was on his way home, and going home, in a logic that defied the tower's careful teaching, all distances were shorter.

Once a month at least he saddled up Osan and rode out as far as the cliffs of the Lakht.

Once a month he surveyed the lakes and the pools below the rim, gathered samples... and came back again, surrendered himself and Osan to Ian's examination. Luz wanted to be sure he had picked up nothing new and unplanned in his blood.

He had that examination ahead of him, a small price for his freedom. And he was as interested as Ian and Luz in the quality and persistence of the makers. That his so ably survived rea.s.sured theondat in their sky perch-theondat , who were coming to understand the Ila's methods themselves, and who therefore might feel less threatened by the wide expanse of... all Luz said existed out there among the stars.

His own travels were to the rim and back. That was enough.

Sometimes Hati came with him. Sometimes Norit joined them both. They had seen the whole world change, and skies darken, and the snows pile up.

Then they had seen them melt.

The tribes had spread a few tents outside now, weary of the confinement, and there were a few structures outside, these days, outposts from which trained observers watched the changes in the world.

But it was the tents that the tribes longed to see. Aigyan and Menditak talked about establishing outlying camps, and seeing what living could be made out there, given adequate supplies, but Luz said it was too early, that they had yet to release the living things they had engineered... that was their word for it: engineered . Everything would fit together. The tribes would have their livelihood. There would be a place in the world for them.

There was no sign of vermin. Nothing grew, but a handful of small things that had greatly interested Luz... he had brought those back years ago.

But of larger life, nothing moved.

He argued for making the trek up to Pori, such as remained of it, if anything remained on the Lakht. He found it hard even yet to think that nothing at all had survived. Luz sent her fliers up there, and they found nothing different than what was below, but Marak thought a man might see more, do more, find out more.

Theondat remained suspicious. He knew about them. He knew about other worlds. He knew how the Ila's people had pushed too fast in their own investigations of territory, antagonized theondat and fought a war with makers-the details were disputed, and the Ila claimed that never was the case, but Luz thought otherwise, and theondat seemed to.

He knew how the Ila had come here and done everything she could to survive, fearing Luz's kind as much as she feared theondat -which argued that the Ila had known there was a wrong, and justice for it.

He knew very many more things about the world he owned than he had ever suspected. He knew that they were allowed to live here, that Luz had made some arrangement with theondat , that, in a sense, they were as observed as Luz's specimens in the lab, to see what the makers in them would do, and to see how the world recovered.

The hammer had come down in the sea, and the shock had rung around the world until it melted the rocks of the eastern ocean, and cracked the world, as Norit had put it, like a broken pot. The earth poured out floods of molten rock, and went on shaking, and sent up smoke to darken the sun-but Luz showed the villagers how to build walls that would not fall in earthquake, and promised the tribes new tents that, with very little effort, could keep out the cold.

It was all what people had done once before, the Ila said, disdainful of their effort. And she would have shown them those things if they had needed them.

They knew. They had put together all the books that reached the tower, and there were no secrets.

Deep in the tower depths now was the record of everything that had been erased off the earth. He was written there. So were all of them, every bearer of every book, and all they had done. So were things written there that theondat might not like to know-he had no idea: certain books he knew Luz and Ian and the Ila kept to themselves. He knew various things, being what he was, that those three might wish kept quiet, but he had no disposition to talk about them, and no one cared, outside, anyway. All the excitement these days was about the outposts, and the beshti that were being let out.

There had been a time breathing the air outside had burned a man's chest, a time when even beshti could not thrive above ground. In those days they had gone out with masks and machines.

But Luz said the sea survived. Luz had already loosed makers into the creatures he brought back, to be released again. And he had dug down under thin patches of new snow and sowed seeds as far as the cliffs... being born a villager, he found himself doing what a villager did, and planting crops, of a sort, whatever might come of them.

The Ila said they had done all that before, too, and with a great deal more work, too, except they had had the vermin to carry the makers. She and Luz held long, long discussions.

So, well, he scattered seeds. With no vermin in the world to eat them, they would wait. Seeds were good at waiting.

By midday he rode into clear view of the tower, over a remembered last rise in the land.

He was surprised. He saw tents, white tents far outlying the walls they were building, a stubborn little clump of them well out from the tower. He would all but wager those were the an'i Keran. And that other one, equally separated, in an opposite direction-those might well be Haga.

It was spring. He supposed Luz herself might have encouraged this sudden flowering into the open, if it had not been a spontaneous rebellion. The tribes were getting restless under a solid roof.

It was a very good sight, those tents. But the tribes would have to devise a way to signal their differences, some badge of color and pattern. He was sure they would find it.

He crossed the last flat before the tower hill, leaving solitary tracks in the snow behind him, seeing a pattern of tracks going out to the tents. There were beshti out there, on either hand.

And being the only traveler out of the west, and having all that activity outside the tower, he was not surprised to be noticed.

He was not surprised to hear voices,Marak, Marak, Marak -and not surprised to feel that increasing warmth in the world that defined home, wherever it was.

His wives knew now he was coming. They were paying attention.

They came out from the tower to meet him as he rode up toward the doors, Norit anxious to welcome him home, Hati eager to ask what he had seen.

The children came running out, too, Lelie's daughter's youngsters, and his and Hati's great-grandchildren running across the light coating of snow... that young-looking man that had come out was Memnanan's tall son Memnanet, father to several generations himself, with Lelie.

They were a tribe, themselves. They had gotten to be... and a handful of all of them did not age, and healed of their wounds-templates, Luz called them, not their word for it. Memnanan had become one: the three who ruled their lives counted him necessary. And for that reason Memnanan knew he was back, as he knew exactly where Memnanan was, out in the tents, arguing with Aigyan on issues he could almost guess.

But of all the rest, pa.s.sing the clamorous rush of small children, it was Hati who came running out to meet him, Hati, forever young, braids and veils flying, bracelets flashing gold under the leaden sky.

He slid down from the besha's saddle and opened his arms.

But, almost within his reach, she stopped and looked up, light touching her, and the tower, and the astonished children, who gazed skyward half in fear.

Marak looked up, too, at a long-forgotten power in the heavens.

Sunlight, if only for an instant, found its way through the clouds.