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Hound snapped his fingers and looked pleased.
"Youve guessed it? What is it? I confess I have only the foggiest ideas. "
Hounds mouth opened, then shut again.
Bison said, "Tell us. Id like to know, too. "
"No. I wont. I apologize, Calde. Im sorry, Horn. But I like General Mint, and Pigs my friend. If they want us to know, they can tell us. "
Oreb bobbed approval. "Wise man!"
Bison smiled. "Shall we try to force it out of him, Horn?"
He shook his head. "Hes right, and so is Oreb. Hound, you surprise me about once a day. I believe Ive said something like that to you before, and its true. I hadnt thought through the ethical implications. General Mint is an extraordinarily good woman, and a wise one. If she believes her question-and its answer-demands privacy, shes probably correct. "
Hound laid a finger to his lips.
As she came through the doorway, Mint announced, "There will be four hot meats, Im afraid, instead of the five cook planned. But Pig has tasted the shirred oysters for me and pronounces them excellent. "
"Aye. Horeb? Horeb habout?"
"Bird here. No go. "
"Gie yer ae. Yer nae had ther like. "
"Good Pig!"
With her chair back at the table, Mint speared an artichoke heart with her fork. "Where was I? Oh, yes, I was trying to explain about the man who shot me. "
Bison gave her a concerned look.
"Yes, I was. Thats what I was circling around toward. That and the ghost. Pig wants to know about the ghost. He asked me back in the kitchen. "
"See ghost?" Oreb repeated.
"I didnt, Oreb, but my cook did. Horn, I want to tell you these things particularly. You say youre looking for Silk. "
"I am. "
Bison said, "So is someone else. I want to tell you about that before we finish lunch, but Ill let my wife go first. "
"Thank you. I dont know whether these things Im going to tell you will help you, Horn, but they may. "
He nodded. "Please go on. Im very grateful. "
"I used to be calde. I dont know whether you remember our law here. The one concerning succession says that the calde can designate his own successor. He can tell the people whom he wants, or leave a paper in case he dies. Calde Silk resigned, and in the speech Ive described he designated me. "
He nodded again.
"The Ranis government was beside itself. " Mints smile warmed them. "Here they had been saying that Vironese women were slaves, and Viron had its first woman calde. We thought at first that the man who shot me might have been working for the Trivigauntis. But he was Vironese, and if there was a Trivigaunti connection we couldnt trace it. "
Hound asked, "Isnt it possible that he shot you just because youre a woman? There are men who feel like that, or anyway they say they do. "
Bison shook his head. "Not many. "
"But there are some. Isnt that right, Horn?"
"Yes, there are, Im sure. One would be sufficient. "
Mint said, "I agree, but I dont think thats what it was. Neither does my husband, though he wont say so. "
"I have no opinion. Weve never been able to learn enough for me to form an opinion. "
"I have my own, just the same. You see, when I became calde, the sun went out. I dont mean the moment I assumed the office. It was about a week later. "
"Eight days," Bison said.
"Yes, eight days. It had been hot, terribly hot, and from what we were able to find out, even hotter in Urbs than it was here. We lost about a hundred citizens to heatstroke, mostly old people, but in Urbs it was over a thousand. We conferred with the Ayuntamiento then, Calde Silk, my husband, and I. It wasnt a formal meeting, but it lasted for hours and we learned a great deal, as did Calde Silk, I feel sure. "
Pig swallowed. "Calde yet call him. "
"Yes, he retains the title even though hes out of office, just as I do. Just as I retain my rank of general, for that matter, though Im not on duty or fit for it. "
Honeysuckle carried in a steaming tray.
"Horn, do you remember what I told you long ago about the tunnels? How they carry warm air to the surface of the whorl and return cooler air to the interior?"
He nodded.
"Spider explained it to me while I was his prisoner. He had learned it from Councilor Potto, and Potto had learned it from Tarsier. The meeting was Silks idea, as I should have said, and he told us about a tunnel hed seen that was entirely blocked with water. There are others, far too many, that have collapsed and are blocked with stones and earth. "
"Thats why it gets too hot?" Hound asked. "Is that what youre saying?"
"Why ther wee folk douses yer glim. " Pig helped himself to a handful of fragrant roast pork.
"If that means what I think, youre both right," Mint told Hound. "Heat accumulates, our summers are much too hot and our winters too mild. To keep things from getting worse, Pas blows out the sun. We didnt know that then, but the gods have told us since, and so have the godlings.
"What was I was going to say was that I made two decisions at that conference. The first was that we wouldnt let anyone else leave the whorl. And the second was that we would put crews to work clearing the tunnels under Viron, directed by Councilor Tarsier. I said I made those decisions, and I did. But we all agreed, even Silk. "
"We had lost too many people already," Bison explained. "If Trivigaunte had resumed the war, we would have fallen like ripe fruit. The darkness was even worse. It had everybody terrified. Clearing the tunnels may have helped, and we got Urbs to do it too. Whether its helped or not, at least it lets everybody feel that were doing something. "
Mint smiled again. "Trivigaunte declared a victory. It was unexpected, but very welcome. They said we had capitulated to the will of Sphigx. So we said we had, too, and it would have been difficult for them to attack us after that. Why are you shaking your head, Horn? Dont you believe me?"
"Yes. " He moved a lettuce leaf on his plate so as to obscure Scyllas likeness and laid down his emblazoned silver fork. "Yes, of course. I would believe you even if you said things a thousand times more fantastic than that. I was thinking that it cant be the way things are now. People are boarding landers again to go to Blue or Green. Theyve got to be. "
"They are," Mint said. "We-"
Bison interrupted her. "Why do you say that?"
"General Mint said the gods had told you that Pas puts out the sun, and that a godling had confirmed it. I, too, have spoken with a godling. Having newly returned to this Long Sun Whorl, I may perhaps have regarded the conversation as less extraordinary than it was. "
"A huge one," Hound told them. "He sat in its hand. It bent its fingers up to keep the rain off. "
"None of which matters at all. What does matter is what it saidwhat it told me. "
"Silk talk!" Oreb suggested.
"Yes, he does. Too much at times, and doesnt eat enough. These are excellent rolls. " He took another, and buttered it.
Mint asked, "Isnt your name Horn?"
He glanced at her. "Of course it is. Oh, that. Oreb calls me that, thats all. Hes accustomed to calling his master Silk, it seems; and he considers me his master now. No doubt hell return to Patera Silk when we find him. Oreb seems to be looking for him, too. "
Bison said, "What did the godlings say to you? Im waiting to hear that. "
"And Im waiting to hear where Silk is. I should offer to trade information. In fact, I do. Ill tell you, of course, whether we trade or not-as calde you have a right to know. But will you tell me? As a reward for being open with you?"
"Yes," Mint said.
Bison sighed. "My wife has a habit of committing us to more than we can do. I dont know where Calde Silks living at present, although I could probably find out. My ignorance is intentional. If I explain, will that be enough?"
"Id prefer you do more," he said.
"Then Ill try. My wife told you how she became calde. The dar
kdays began shortly afterward, and the first godling came. "
"I understand. "
"Heres what she was leading up to. We think the man who shot her may have done it because he thought Silk would be calde again if she died. Theres a feeling-"
"Its not widespread," Mint told them, "but its there. "
"A feeling among a few people that the gods are angry at Viron because hes no longer calde. "
Pig rumbled, "Wanted ter gang, mistress said. "
"He resigned his office voluntarily," Mint affirmed, "just as I told you. He didnt even ask me whether Id accept it. That may have been wise of him, because I dont think I would have. As it was, I was fool enough to take it when he named me as his successor. "
Bison told her, "You had to. Theyd have rioted. "
"I suppose. I can only thank the gods, as I do, that I had the good sense to resign after I was shot, and to use my wound as an excuse. "
"Your wound was very severe. "
"It kept me from sitting at my desk. " She smiled. "I can joke about it now, you see, and say that I got terribly tired of lying on my stomach. But the shot broke my right hip, and I pray for the day when I can joke about that as well. Horn, you said people were leaving in landers again. "
He nodded.
"You were right. A lot of people want Silk back. Some simply feel that Silk is the calde the gods want. Others think Silk was right, that the gods want us to keep sending people outside. I stopped it. I ordered a complete cessation, and had my Guards seize every lander. Pas had put soldiers down there to protect them originally. Did you know that?"
"Aye," Pig said.
Hound shook his head. "Well, I didnt. Did you, Horn?"
"Yes. Silk told me about one, and later we found the bodies of others in the tunnels. Theyd been painted blue, not green like ours. They had been shot with slug guns. "
"As I was not. He had a needler. " Mints smile turned bitter. "He wouldnt have been able to get a slug gun that close. Where was I?"
Hound said, "About having the Caldes Guard take charge of the landers. Ive never even seen one. I suppose Im the only one here who hasnt. "
"Nae me," Pig declared, and Oreb seconded him: "No see. "
"The soldiers Pas had posted there so long ago were killed by men who wanted to steal the cards they knew were in the landers. We replaced them with our own. Five soldiers to each lander. Wasnt that it, dear?"
Bison nodded.
"When I was shot, my husband wanted to punish everyone who had expressed a desire to go-"
"The ones who had demonstrated and signed petitions," Bison said. "That had started after the first darkday, and Id gone to a lot of trouble to find out who the organizers were, and then who the rest were. The Chapter was behind a lot of it. "
"Good Silk!" Oreb exclaimed. "No cut!"
He nodded. "Im not surprised. "
"Pas had spoken to the Prolocutor, supposedly," Bison told them. "The usual cant. "
"At any rate," Mint said, "we decided it was best to defuse the unrest as much as we could. " She glanced toward Bison for confirmation, and he nodded.
"It would have been terrible to have to arrest all those people. We would have had another revolution-"
Bison snorted.
"Oh, we would have won," she said. "I agree completely about that. But what a victory! Having killed the people we should have led, we could go around congratulating ourselves. "
"You decided to allow some people to go-to do the will of Pas, if youll allow the expression. "
Bison said, "Certainly. It was just that we didnt feel that it was Pass will to destroy Viron, and we had reached that point. Under Silk so many had left that the city was about to collapse. That was why he had to go. "
"Then you cant object to my taking him to Blue-but you dont know where he-"
"Lives. Exactly. And youre not the only one looking for him, Horn. Are you aware of that?"
He shrugged. "I know some men came to Ermines last night. That was where we stayed, and supposedly-I admit I find this hard to credit-Silk was there, too. "
Bison nodded. "They beat the desk clerk. They demanded that he tell them which room Silk had, and he said quite honestly that Ermines had no guest of that name and showed them his register. They beat him pretty badly, and roamed through the corridors until the Guard chased them out. "
"Bad men?" Oreb inquired.
"You didnt arrest them?"
"We tried. "
Mint said, "I havent heard of this. What do they want with Calde Silk?"
"To take him to Blue. So they say. "
Mint pursed her lips and looked thoughtful.
Hound told Bison, "We heard the disturbance outside our room, and a shot. "
"Three, twas. " Pigs big hands were groping the snowy tablecloth for more food.
Mint nudged a platter of venison madere until it was within his reach. "You said New Viron had sent you, Horn, and that you have been gone for nearly a year. Is it possible New Viron sent them out, too? When you didnt come back?"
Slowly, he shook his head. "Its possible, but I doubt it. I think I saw one talking to the clerk at Ermines. He wasnt dressed like one of us; and though there are some very foreign-looking people in New Viron now, I dont believe they would have sent someone like that for Patera Silk. "
Bison said, "Theyve got a lander. They came in one, and theyve set a guard on it. If you can find Silk. . . " He glanced at Mint.
"Here Silk!" Oreb sounded annoyed.
"You may be right. " Mint nodded. "Thats another thing we have to talk about, the ghosts. But lets dispose of this first. May I speak without interruption for one actual minute?"
Hound said, "Please do. "