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"Because it was the name of his brother, who died in infancy. "
"Wrong again. I have three and a half. It was because he wanted to brace up the ideas so many people here have about you. He wants them to think weve got a powerful witch on our side, so theyll fight Soldo instead of giving in. Theyre afraid. I think even Papa is, a little. "
I said, "He and they have good reason to be afraid. Ive seen war. "
Fava put in, "We told the teachers you were the most powerful strego in the whole whorl, but very good and a very good friend of Inclitos. Didnt we, Mora? And then I said Inclito gave a secret signal to bring you here in our hour of need. Mora didnt approve, but they thought it was because I wasnt supposed to say anything about the secret signal. If I knew the answer, Id ask you right now exactly how you plan to destroy Soldo without firing a shot. "
Oreb bobbed on my head. "Good man!"
Fava smirked. "Hed better be. "
"I havent the least intention of destroying Soldo, " I told her. "Im sure there must be many innocent people living there. Many and perhaps most of them must be poor people, too, bled white by their Duko and the inhumi. Cant we agree that they have sorrows enough without the death and destruction of war?"
"Youd better ask a game question instead, or Mora will. "
"Bad thing!" Oreb eyed Fava with disfavor.
I told her that I had no objection to Moras asking game questions, and added, "You know, Ive just realized why it is that the inhumi attack the poorest people so often. "
Mora snapped, "Because theyre stupid!"
"They arent, and in fact they cant afford to be. I grew up among very poor people, Mora. My own family was poor, though not in comparison to many others. There was enough money to send me, and my brothers and sisters, to the palaestra-but only just. "
Fava said sweetly, " We call it the academy. "
I shook my head. "Mora and her father and grandmother do, I suppose. You wanted another question for your game, so tell me-why did Moras grandmother call her first child Incanto?"
"Not fair! Youve got to know the answer. "
"I do. Do you?"
Oreb dropped to my staff to bob up and down. "Silk win!"
Mora asked, "Is that your real name?"
"No. " I tried to explain. "Silk has never really been my name. But when I first acquired Oreb I used to ask him questions about a man named Silk, and he picked it up. "
I waited for one of them to speak. When neither did, I said, "My question wasnt for Fava alone. You may answer it if you can, Mora. "
Her speech is always slow; this time it seemed slower than ever. "I want to think about the inhumi and the poor people first. Were not poor. "
"It isnt an invariable rule; but Ive traveled a bit, and in every place Ive been its the poor whom they attack most. "
That is everything of any importance that was said. Not long after that, we were admitted by the sullen chambermaid.
And now I have other things to write.
Chapter 7
Second Stories
We played the storytelling game again at dinner. This time Moras grandmother went first.
Salicas Second Story: Stuck in the Chimney.
This is a true story, something that actually took place in Grandecitta when I was a little girl. There was a terrible Strega living among us then. She was old and ugly, but she knew so much magic that everyone was afraid of her. When I was about old enough to walk, she fell in love. The unlucky young mans name was Dentro, and he was a quiet, handsome fellow youd think would be frightened to death if you so much as told him that a strega wanted to speak to him. But the strega could change her appearance whenever she wished, and whenever Dentro was around her, which was more and more often as the weeks passed, she became a beautiful young woman with a ravishing smile and a voluptuous figure. It did no good to tell Dentro that the fascinating young woman he saw was a wicked hag. The people in our district, who liked him and felt sorry for him, were at their wits end.
After goodness knows how much dithering and arguing among themselves, they resolved to lock him up, thinking that if he couldnt see her hed cease to love her, and hoping that shed go away in search of him. Some men his own age went to his house pretending they were on a friendly visit, overpowered him, tied him up, and carried him to a room that had been made ready to receive him. It was comfortable enough, but herbs and spells had been hung on every wall to keep the Strega from finding him as long as he was in it.
She didnt, but she very quickly found out what they had done. Soon the luck of the whole district turned bad. If a man fell down, he broke both his arms. No woman could make a stew without burning it. If one child threw a stone at another, he put out his eye. Houses caught fire for no reason at all, and fires that had been doused with four cisterns sprang up again by magic. Things got so bad that they had to produce Dentro again and let thestrega marry him. As you can imagine, they liked her less than ever after that.
Well, one evening a man who lived in a house near ours happened to ride past hers. He was in a hurry, but he could not help noticing Dentro, as black as any printer, standing on her roof and poking a broom down her chimney. She had him cleaning her chimney himself, you see, instead of hiring a sweep to do it.
Such parsimony made our neighbor angry, and he clapped his spurs to his horse, as angry people always do, and fairly flew down the road until he came to a graveyard. Then out popped the Strega from behind a gravestone and into the road, where she stood like this and stopped his horse so abruptly that he was nearly thrown, calling, "Whats your hurry, loafer?"
It made our neighbor angrier than ever. "Im going for the doctor, " he told her. "Your Dentros fallen into the chimney and cant get out. If you ask me, hes dead. "
She turned as white as boiled icing and limped out of his way, and when he met his friends at the tavern, they had a good laugh about the trick hed played on her.
Now up there in the Whorl, as Incanto here will tell you, the wild storms we had were the work of devils, who mixed and served them up to us in the same exact fashion that Green does down here. Stregas can make devils do their bidding, and this strega waited until our neighbor was called out of the city on business, and then had them make one for him that flattened half the houses in Grandecitta. It did so much damage, in fact, that he heard about it in the foreign city where he was and hurried home to see if his own house still stood.
He had nearly reached it, when who should he meet trudging down the road but the strega. She stepped into his path and stopped him as she had before. "Hurry home, loafer, your wifes stuck in the chimney. "
He laughed, because his wife was a great, heavy woman, exceedingly fond of her plate and not at all inclined to move from her chair for any reason, and he thought that there was no chimney in all of Grandecitta big enough for her to get stuck in. But when he got home, he found his house half demolished and no wife. It was about this time of the year, when nights are liable to be chilly, so as night drew on he picked up some sticks of broken furniture and built a little fire in the fireplace of what was left of their bedroom. The chimney wouldnt draw, and I think you can guess what came out of it the next day, when he and my father climbed up to the top and dropped a broken timber down it to clear it.
And how much damage the devils had done to her, pulling her up into there.
"Violent storms can do surprising things, " Inclito said.
"Ive seen splinters driven into trees like nails. "
Fava nodded. "Ive seen that, too, and worse. Why dont you arrange for a storm to flatten Soldo, Incanto?"
"If I could, Id consider it. Unfortunately I cant do anything more to harm the Duko than you can-which may be harm enough. Well see. "
"Good thing?" Oreb inquired.
"No. But she may become one. "
Mora addressed her grandmother. "Youve told us over and over that Incantos a strego. Are you saying that hes wicked? Thats impossible!"
; The old lady flushed, and the faint touch of pink that rose to her cheeks gladdened my heart. "No, not at all. Not all stregas are wicked. You mustnt read such meanings into every old story you hear. "
To me she said, "I didnt intend to offend you, Incanto, really I didnt. I would never treat a guest like that, and Ive felt ever so much better since Ive been sleeping with a fire in my little fireplace and bolting my door and both the windows as you told me. "
I picked up a dish of dumplings that chanced to be near my place and passed it to Fava, saying, "Have some. Theyre tender and savory, and you must be hungry. " She gave me a murderous look.
"I went first tonight just as I promised I would, " the old lady told us. "Wholl go next? How about you, Mora darling?"
Moras Second Story: The False Friend and the True Friend.
Once very long ago, there were two little girls whose houses were only a few steps apart, but were far from any other houses at all. This was soon after the first landers, I suppose, when there were only a few people here and everything was unsettled. One little girl was very good and very kind, but the other little girl was a liar, a cheat, and a thief. Just the same, the two played together neatly every day. They had to, because there was nobody else for either of them to play with.
More people came, but the girls were used to each other by that time. They played together as before, no longer as little as they had been, and seemed closer than ever. No one could understand it, because the one was so very nice and the other was so very, very bad.
But they did it just the same.
A little settlement that was nowhere near them grew to a town and broke out in politics, as it seems towns always do. The good little girls father got involved in it, and when the other side won, the town took his land and told him that he and his family had to move away. The good little girl was so brave and strong then that even people who hated her father admired her and talked about her "noble spirit. "
But the bad little girl wept bitterly and would not be consoled. She helped her friends family pack, working harder than anybody, and showered everyone in it with presents. Some of the pretty things she gave them she was really giving back, because they were things she had taken from them to begin with. But many others were her own dearest possessions. When they left, she walked beside their wagon crying, and when night came, and they got ready to camp next to the road, she embraced her little friend for the last time and started back home.
She was already tired, so she walked slowly. The night passed and the sun came up again, and she was not home yet. An old woman who knew both families was going out to milk her cow just then. She saw the bad girl, and how terribly tired she was, and got her to come inside and sit down, and shared her breakfast.
"Ive known you all your life, Mora, " the old woman said after they had talked a bit, "and youre as mean and selfish a child as ever I saw. Whats gotten into you?"
"Im very, very selfish, exactly as you say, " the bad little girl replied, "and she was the only friend I had. "
"Ive heard that story before, " Fava told Mora firmly.
"Bad thing!"
"But it was the other way round. Youve got the parts mixed up. "
Mora shook her head. "Ive told the truth. Even liars like me tell the truth sometimes. " She has a mole or wart in the middle of her left cheek; unless I am vigilant I find myself looking at it instead of her expression, and that can be a serious mistake.
My hosts mother said, "I like it the way Mora told it. So often the people in stories are either completely bad or completely good. Moras saying that even bad people can be good sometimes, and I agree. " It was clear that she had no idea what her granddaughter had been talking about.
Inclito asked, "How about you next, Fava?" Seeing her reluctance he shrugged. "Or I will, if you rather do it that way. "
She nodded eagerly.
Inclitos Second Story: The Mercenarys Employer.
There are lots of stories I could tell, but Mama and Mora have heard them. Fava has heard a lot of my stories too by now. Even you, Incanto. I told stories when I drove you that I should have saved. So what Im going to tell tonight is one I just heard from somebody else today. Not even Mama has heard it.
These days theres all this war talk. I wouldnt want to scare Mora and Fava, but they know it already. Even if nobody said anything out here, theyd hear it in town.
In a war theres no such thing as too many men. Too many to feed, maybe, but never too many to fight. You got enough, maybe you wont have to fight at all. The Dukos been hiring mercenaries to fight for him and to scare us, we think we should get some too. For us theres never enough cards, but we got a few.
So today Im in town to talk to some and look them over for us. One of them tells me this.
The last time he fights, its for this big town down south. When a lander comes here, mostly it sets down in just the one place. Everybody knows that. And the people, they take out all the old supplies that were in it. Then they say, "Im here, what do I need with this lander now?" So pretty soon the cards are all gone out of it, and lots of the wiring. Sometimes I go into other peoples houses and sit down, and it is a couch out of a lander. Theres steel and titanium, all that stuff, and the people it brought think they need it.
This town down south is different. A god tells them they got to leave their lander like it is, just take supplies and nothing else. Thats what they all say, he says. Maybe somebody just says a god said it. Who knows about that stuff? Anyway, they take the supplies and leave the rest. This is all years ago.
So after a while it goes back up. Wonderful. It goes back to the Long Sun Whorl and gets more people from their city up there and comes back. It keeps on doing that.
Things are bad there, like in Moras story. People fight and steal. Theres no justice. You want to win your case, you pay a big bribe. The biggest bribe wins. So pretty soon they say, "Thiss no good. Lets some of us go back with the lander next time. Well find somebody real honest and wise up there and make him come back here and straighten everything out. " This mercenary never heard of anybody doing it before and neither did I. But he says thats what they said they did.