I thought then of the bestial men I had been shown in the Bear Tower, men who had surrendered their humanity, haunted by guilt or despair. Our omophagist had been caged with them; and when he had seen them, and understood what they were, he had striven to speak.
"Father?"
"Yes, my son?"
"Could they, the inhumi, wipe us out too?"
"Of course."
"Then we should have killed Jahlee."
I shook my head to clear it of the cages and the stench. "That would not prevent it."
"It would help!"
"It would not. If anything, it would do more harm. Never forget, Hide, that what we are the inhumi quickly become. Jahlee was an ally in Gaon, and a friend at the farmhouse. She had fought for me and slain my foes, and learned their secrets too, so that she might meet me with them in the garden or whisper them at the window of my bedroom. Suppose that I were to wait until her back was to me, draw the long sharp blade I have not got, and plunge it into her back."
"I wish you had!"
"You would not, if you had seen and heard it. Her terrible scream ringing over this silent, desolate marsh. The hideous, misshapen thing writhing and bleeding at your feet that just a moment before had appeared to be a lovely woman. Try to imagine all that. Can you?"
He said nothing.
"You would have battered her head with the butt of your slug gun then, trying to end her agony. Her wig would have fallen from her head, and her eyes-her eyes, Hide-would roll up to you while she begged for her life, saying please, oh, please, Hide. Mercy for your mother's sake. Mercy! We were friends, I would have lain with you in the Bear Tower if only you had come to me. You know it's true! Spare my life, Hide!"
"No talk!" Oreb commanded.
I spoke again anyway. "You would have struck all the harder, smashing her toothless, blood-drinking mouth with the butt of your slug gun; but you would never be able to forget those eyes, which would return to stare at you-and at me, as well-in the small hours of many nights. When you were as old as I am, you would still see her eyes."
Reluctantly, he nodded.
"And a hundred years from now, every inhumi in the whorl would be a little harder, a little more cruel and proud, because of what we did here tonight. Remember-what we are, they must become."
"All right."
"When the war in Gaon was just about over, I freed my inhumi from their service - Jahlee among them. Why do you think I did that?"
He shrugged uncomfortably. "You didn't need them anymore."
"I could have found a great many uses for them. Believe me, I thought of many. I could have conquered the towns downriver and founded an empire. I could have used them to consolidate my hold on Han, and to tighten my grip upon Gaon. Nettle sent you and your twin to look for me, not so long ago?"
Hide nodded.
"I could have sent my inhumi to fetch all three of you to Gaon, where we would have become the ruling family, the sort of thing that Inclito's family is clearly becoming in Blanko; and when I died, you and your brother would have fought to the death for my throne.
"I rejected those possibilities and surrendered the throne the people of Gaon had given me instead, in part because I know what happened to the Neighbors, or believe I do-because I know that their towers still stretch to the damp skies of Green, when their cities here have crumbled into nameless hills."
I waited for him to speak; he only stared at me, open mouthed but wordless.
"On Green, the Vanished People had done what I had done in Gaon, Hide. They had made the inhumi serve them; and as time passed they had become more and more dependent upon their servants, servants whom they permitted to come here to feed, and perhaps carried here to feed. I myself had allowed my own inhumi to feed upon the blood of the people of Han, you see. It was war, I told myself, and the Man of Han would surely have done the same to us; but I had set my foot upon that path, and I was determined to leave it."
"What happened when all the Vanished People here were dead?" Hide asked in a strangled voice.
"I'm not sure it ever occurred," I told him. "A very few may have survived; a very few may survive here still. But a time came-I doubt that it was more than a few hundred years in coming-when it was no longer worthwhile for the inhumi to come here."
"What happened then?"
"I think you know," I told him, and wished him a good night.
Chapter 24
Sinew's Village
So much has happened since I last wrote that I feel I should begin another book - or end this one. Perhaps I will do both tonight; that would be fitting.
For a long time I sat beside our little fire, writing and watching the stars rise above the scrub-covered hills through which Hide and I had ridden that day. Jahlee had never really gone, I knew. Oreb had testified to that, and testified to it still, although I cautioned him again and again to keep his voice down lest he wake Hide. Our horses had testified to it as well - the inhumi always frighten horses, I believe; perhaps they smell the blood.
I needed no more proof, but I soon had it. The cold winter wind seemed to carry with it a steaming, fetid wind from Green, as a frigid old man, penurious and hoary with age, might bear in his arms the rotten corpse of a beautiful young woman. My eyes were on my paper, squinting and straining to see each letter I shaped there, for it is no easy business to write by firelight. And it seemed to me that to my left, at or beyond the very edge of vision, a great man-killer of Green stalked, each slow and careful stride that crushed the too-thin ice devouring twenty cubits. When I looked beyond the fire, its light revealed wide, dripping leaves in silhouette; and once a moth with wings wider than the sheets on which I wrote, opalescent wings stamped by some god with a strange device of cross and circle, fluttered toward the flames-only to vanish when I blinked.
Jahlee was waiting for me the moment my eyes closed, more beautiful in her embroidered gown than she had ever been when she went naked in the Red Sun Whorl. "This steaming heat becomes you," I told her. "You were made for Green."
She pretended to pout. "I thought this was going to be a great surprise to you, if it happened at all. You expected it all along."
"My son should have joined you here some time ago. He fell asleep long before I finished writing."
She nodded, her face expressive of nothing.
"Did you seduce him? He would have had more than enough time to resume his clothing and go, I imagine."
"That's none of your business!"
"You did not, or you would boast of it."
"I said it's none of your affair. Hasn't it struck you that he may not have wanted to see you? I told him you'd be along."
"Of course. Particularly if you bit him on the neck at climax, as you bit the neck of the trooper who took us to the fort over the ditch."
"I didn't!"
"You didn't bite Hide because you were unable to seduce him. That's what you must mean, since-"
"Boy come!" Oreb sailed overhead, again three times his normal size, and absurdly resembling a feathered dwarf with overlong arms.
"If we continue this fight," I told Jahlee, "Hide and I will drive you away, just as we drove you away from our fire beside the frozen marsh. This is Green, and you are a human being here. Remember Rigoglio? The spittle running from his mouth? The empty eyes?"
She did. I saw her shudder.
"I won't pretend to value your life more highly than you do yourself, but I value it. Let us be friends-"
I had wanted to say, Let us be friends again, as we were in Gaon, and in the farmhouse by the battlefield; but she was weeping in my arms, and there seemed no point in continuing.
Hide found us like that, and was well-mannered enough to wait until we separated before speaking. "I found some people, Father. She and I didn't want to talk anymore, so I said I was going to have a look around, and told her to wait here for you."
"I'm not your servant, little boy." Jahlee wiped her nose on her sleeve. "I wanted no more of your company. Your father's twice the man you are."
"I know. Do you want to see them, Father?"
"Yes. Your brother will be among them, I think."
"You don't look very much like-like you used to," Hide blurted. "Not even as much as you did in that other place, with the big river."
I said nothing.
"Me and Oreb will show you, if you want us to."
Half a league brought us out of the jungle and into cleared land where a raised path let us walk with dry feet between wide, flooded fields of rice. The Short Sun glowed behind us like a disk of white-hot iron, sending our shadows, dark ambassadors inhumanly tall, before us. My staff had not come with me; so I made one like it for myself as we walked, watching with amusement as well as interest how its shadow, wan at first, grew thick and black as the staff acquired weight, solidity, and reality.
Blanko, as I have said, is the only walled city I have as yet seen here. Qarya was a walled village; I had seen such villages on Green before, but their walls had been no more than rough palisades of pointed stakes, scarcely more than fences. Qarya's palisade was surrounded by a wide, water-filled ditch; it surmounted a wall of earth faced with brick, and every lofty paling was thicker than a man's body.
"Impressive," I told Hide.
"I'd rather have stone walls like they do in Blanko."
"So would they, I'm sure-and they will have them soon."
Jahlee, clinging to my free arm, looked up quizzically. "What good is all this, when inhumi can fly?"
Half a dozen older men were sitting or lounging by the gate; thinking that they might have overheard her, I changed the subject as quickly as I could. "I have never seen you so beautiful, and I owe it to you to tell you that. The sun is very strong here, and I would have said that no woman's face could endure it without revealing some slight imperfections; but yours does."
She smiled at that, her beautiful, even teeth flashing in the brilliant light.
The oldest man there, a man as white-bearded as I, who sat his rough stool as if it were the throne of Gaon, spat. "She's no inhuma, miralaly, and the lad here's no inhumu. But what about you?"
"I am a man, exactly as you are."
"Push back those big sleeves and show your wrists."
I did, giving my staff to Hide and turning my hands this way and that, by no means certain what it was that he wanted to see.
One of the others, gray and lame, pointed to Jahlee. "This your wife?"
"Certainly not," I told him; she whispered in my ear, "You need only ask, Incanto darling."
"The boy's wife?"
"He's my son. His name is Hide, and he is not yet married. My own name is Horn. This woman is a friend, nothing more and nothing less. Her name is Jahlee."
The white-bearded man hawked portentously and spat, clearly a signal for the others to be quiet. "That's an evil name for any woman."
"Then I'll change it," she told him. "What would you like it to be?"
He ignored her. "What do you want here?"
"We've come to see another son of mine, Hide's older brother Sinew." There was a slight stir as I said this. "He lives here, I believe, and if someone will just tell us the way to his house, we'll trouble you no further."
"You're Sinew's father?"
I nodded.
The white-bearded man eyed the circle of onlookers and selected one. He made a gesture of command, and the man he had designated hurried away.
I started to follow him, but a fat man with an oily black beard blocked my path, saying, "Sinew's the rais-man here. You know that?"
I shook my head. "I didn't, but I'm delighted to hear it. Will he come when that man asks him to?"
"He's not going to. He's going to the maliki-woman by the well. That's the women's place. She'll talk to your woman."
Jahlee laughed as though she were at a party. "You had better be nice to me, Incanto, or I'll tell her all sorts of fascinating lies about you, beginning with the time you ate all those mice."
"Better you told the truth about him-" the black-bearded man began.
Hide drew me to one side, whispering, "He won't know you, or I don't think so."
"Then I'll have to prove that I'm who I say I am, as I did when you and I met."
Jahlee touched my arm. "I think this must be the whatever-they-said woman coming. Do you really want me to talk to her?"
"At first, at least."
She was taller than most women and stiffly erect, hatchet faced and hawk-nosed. The white-bearded old man made her a seated bow, to which she replied with a frigid smile and an inclination of her head.
"We saw them coming, Maliki," he said. "They had something big flying right over them. Didn't seem like a inhumu, but big enough for a little one. It didn't like our looks in Qarya, and headed back to the jungle 'fore they come to our gate."
Jahlee curtsied. "That was Incanto's pet bird, Maliki. He lets it fly free and come and go as it wants. It's quite harmless, I promise you."
Maliki surveyed us; something about her iron-gray hair, straight and drawn back so tightly that it resembled a helmet, woke a spark of memory that flickered and died.
She turned to Jahlee. "Is Incanto the young one or the old one?"
"The old one, Maliki."
The lame man muttered, "He's Sinew's pa, he says."
She motioned for him to be silent. "What is the young one's name?"
"Cuoio, Maliki."
"It's Hide really," Hide told her, "and my father's name is really Horn."
Maliki did not so much as glance at him. "Are you lying to me, girl? What is your own name?"
"No, Maliki. Cuoio was the name he gave me when we met. I wouldn't lie to you, Maliki."
"You would lie to anyone." Coming nearer, Maliki stroked her hair. "You're very beautiful indeed, and a born troublemaker. I've seen a thousand like you, though most weren't half as good-looking. Where did you sleep last night?"