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I heard his voice as one might hear the squeaking of mice: "Sometimes driven aground by the photon storms, by the swirling of the galaxies, clockwise and counterclockwise, ticking with light down the dark sea-corridors lined with our silver sails, our demon-haunted mirror sails, our hundred-league masts as fine as threads, as fine as silver needles sewing the threads of starlight, embroidering the stars on black velvet, wet with the winds of Time that goes racing by. The bone in her teeth! The spume, the flying spume of Time, cast up on these beaches where old sailors can no longer keep their bones from the restless, the unwearied universe. Where has she gone? My lady, the mate of my soul? Gone across the running tides of Aquarius, of Pisces, of Aries. Gone. Gone in her little boat, her nipples pressed against the black velvet lid, gone, sailing away forever from the star-washed shores, the dry shoals of the habitable worlds. She is her own ship, she is the figurehead of her own ship, and the captain. Bosun, Bosun, put out the launch! Sailmaker, make a sail! She has left us behind. We have left her behind. She is in the past we never knew and the future we will not see. Put out more sail, Captain, for the universe is leaving us behind. . . "
There was a bell on the table beside the carafe. Merryn rang it as though to overpower Hethors voice, and when Master Malrubius had moistened his lips with the tumbler, she took it from the Cumaean, flung what remained of its water on the floor, and inverted it over the neck of the carafe. Hethor was silenced, but the water spread over the floor, bubbling as though fed by a hidden spring. It was icy cold. I thought vaguely that my governess would be angry because my shoes were wet.
A maid was coming in answer to the ring - Theclas maid, whose flayed leg I had inspected the day after I had saved Vodalus. She was younger, as young as she must have been when Thecla was actually a girl, but her leg had been flayed already and ran with blood. "I am so sorry," I said. "I am so sorry, Hunna. I didnt do it - it was Master Gurloes, and some journeymen. "
Master Malrubius sat up in bed, and for the first time I observed that his bed was in actuality a womans hand, with fingers longer than my arm and nails like talons. "Youre well!" he said, as though I were the one who had been dying. "Or nearly well, at least. " The fingers of the hand began to close upon him, but he leaped from the bed and into water that was now knee high to stand beside me.
A dog - my old dog Triskele - had apparently been hiding beneath the bed, or perhaps only lying on the farther side of it, out of sight. Now he came to us, splashing the water with his single forepaw as he drove his broad chest through it and barking joyously. Master Malrubius took my right hand and the Cumaean my left; together they led me to one of the great eyes of the mountain.
I saw the view I had seen when Typhon had led me there: The world rolled out like a carpet and visible in its entirety. This time it was more magnificent by far. The sun was behind us; its beams seemed to have multiplied their strength. Shadows were alchemized to gold, and every green thing grew darker and stronger as I looked. I could see the grain ripening in the fields and even the myriad fish of the sea doubling and redoubling with the increase of the tiny surface plants that sustained them. Water from the room behind us poured from the eye and, catching the light, fell in a rainbow.
Then I woke.
While I slept, someone had wrapped me in sheets packed with snow. (I learned later that it was brought down from the mountaintops by sure-footed sumpters. ) Shivering, I longed to return to my dream, though I was already half-aware of the immense distance that separated us. The bitter taste of medicine was in my mouth, the stretched canvas felt as hard as a floor beneath me, and scarlet-clad Pelerines with lamps moved to and fro, tending men and women who groaned in the dark.
Chapter Five
The Lazaret
I do not believe I really slept again that night, though I may have dozed. When dawn came, the snow had melted. Two Pelerines took the sheets away, gave me a towel with which to dry myself, and brought dry bedding. I wanted to give the Claw to them then - my possessions were in the bag under my cot - but the moment seemed inappropriate. I lay down instead, and now that it was daylight, slept.
I woke again about noon. The lazaret was as quiet as it ever became; somewhere far off two men were talking and another cried out, but their voices only emphasized the stillness. I sat up and looked around, hoping to see the soldier. On my right lay a man whose close-cropped scalp made me think at first that he was one of the slaves of the Pelerines. I called to him, but when he turned his head to look at me, I saw I had been mistaken.
His eyes were emptier than any human eyes I had ever seen, and they seemed to watch spirits invisible to me. "Glory to the Group of Seventeen," he said.
"Good morning. Do you know anything about the way this place is run?"
A shadow appeared to cross his face, and I sensed that my question had somehow made him suspicious. He answered, "All endeavors are conducted well or ill precisely in so far as they conform to Correct Thought. "
"Another man was brought in at the same time I was. Id like to talk to him. Hes a friend of mine, more or less. "
"Those who do the will of the populace are friends, though we have never spoken to them. Those who do not do the will of the populace are enemies, though we learned together as children. "
The man on my left called, "You wont get anything out of him. Hes a prisoner. "
I turned to look at him. His face, though wasted nearly to a skull, retained something of humor. His stiff, black hair looked as though it had not seen a comb for months.
"He talks like that all the time. Never any other way. Hey, you! Were going to beat you!"
The other answered, "For the Armies of the Populace, defeat is the springboard of victory, and victory the ladder to further victory. "
"He makes a lot more sense than most of them, though," the man on my left told me.
"You say hes a prisoner. What did he do?"
"Do? Why, he didnt die. "
"Im afraid I dont understand. Was he selected for some kind of suicide mission?"
The patient beyond the man on my left sat up - a young woman with a thin but lovely face. "They all are," she said. "At least, they cant go home until the war is won, and they know, really, that it will never be won. "
"External battles are already won when internal struggles are conducted with Correct Thought. "
I said, "Hes an Ascian, then. Thats what you meant. Ive never seen one before. "
"Most of them die," the black-haired man told me. "Thats what I said. "
"I didnt know they spoke our language. "
"They dont. Some officers who came here to talk to him said they thought hed been an interpreter. Probably he questioned our soldiers when they were captured. Only he did something wrong and had to go back to the ranks. "
The young woman said, "I dont think hes really mad. Most of them are. Whats your name?"
"Im sorry, I should have introduced myself. Im Severian. " I almost added that I was a lictor, but I knew neither of them would talk to me if I told them that.
"Im Foila, and this is Melito. I was of the Blue Huzzars, he a hoplite. "
"You shouldnt talk nonsense," Melito growled. "I am a hoplite. You are a huzzar. "
I thought he appeared much nearer death than she.
"Im only hoping we will be discharged when were well enough to leave this place," Foila said.
"And what will we do then? Milk somebody elses cow and herd his pigs?" Melito turned to me. "Dont let her talk deceive you - we were volunteers, both of us. I was about to be promoted when I was wounded, and when Im promoted Ill be able to support a wife. "
Foila called, "I havent promised to marry you!"
Several beds away, someone said loudly, "Take her so shell shut up about it!"
At that, the patient in the bed beyond Foilas sat up. "She will marry me. " He was big, fair skinned, and pale haired, and he spoke with the deliberation characteristic of the icy isles of the south. "I am Hallvard.
"
Surprising me, the Ascian prisoner announced, "United, men and women are stronger; but a brave woman desires children, and not husbands. "
Foila said, "They fight even when theyre pregnant - Ive seen them dead on the battlefield. "
"The roots of the tree are the populace. The leaves fall, but the tree remains. "
I asked Melito and Foila if the Ascian were composing his remarks or quoting some literary source with which I was unfamiliar.
"Just making it up, you mean?" Foila asked. "No. They never do that. Everything they say has to be taken from an approved text. Some of them dont talk at all. The rest have thousands - I suppose actually tens or hundreds of thousands - of those tags memorized. "
"Thats impossible," I said.
Melito shrugged. He had managed to prop himself up on one elbow. "They do it, though. At least, thats what everybody says. Foila knows more about them than I do. "
Foila nodded. "In the light cavalry, we do a lot of scouting, and sometimes were sent out specifically to take prisoners. You dont learn anything from talking to most of them, but just the same the General Staff can tell a good deal from their equipment and physical condition. On the northern continent, where they come from, only the smallest children ever talk the way we do. "
I thought of Master Gurloes conducting the business of our guild. "How could they possibly say something like Take three apprentices and unload that wagon?"
"They wouldnt say that at all - just grab people by the shoulder, point to the wagon, and give them a push. If they went to work, fine. If they didnt, then the leader would quote something about the need for labor to ensure victory, with several witnesses present. If the person he was talking to still wouldnt work after that, then he would have him killed - probably just by pointing to him and quoting something about the need to eliminate the enemies of the populace. "
The Ascian said, "The cries of the children are the cries of victory. Still, victory must learn wisdom. "
Foila interpreted for him. "That means that although children are needed, what they say is meaningless. Most Ascians would consider us mute even if we learned their tongue, because groups of words that are not approved texts are without meaning for them. If they admitted - even to themselves - that such talk meant something, then it would be possible for them to hear disloyal remarks, and even to make them. That would be extremely dangerous. As long as they only understand and quote approved texts, no one can accuse them. "
I turned my head to look at the Ascian. It was clear that he had been listening attentively, but I could not be certain of what his expression meant beyond that. "Those who write the approved texts," I told him, "cannot themselves be quoting from approved texts as they write. Therefore even an approved text may contain elements of disloyalty. "
"Correct Thought is the thought of the populace. The populace cannot betray the populace or the Group of Seventeen. "
Foila called, "Dont insult the populace or the Group of Seventeen. He might try to kill himself. Sometimes they do. "
"Will he ever be normal?"
"Ive heard that some of them eventually come to talk more or less the way we do, if thats what you mean. "
I could think of nothing to say to that, and for some time we were quiet. There are long periods of silence, I found, in such a place, where almost everyone is ill. We knew that we had watch after watch to occupy; that if we did not say what we wished to say that afternoon there would be another opportunity that evening and another again the next morning. Indeed, anyone who talked as healthy people normally do-after a meal, for example - would have been intolerable.
But what had been said had set me thinking of the north, and I found I knew next to nothing about it. When I had been a boy, scrubbing floors and running errands in the Citadel, the war itself had seemed almost infinitely remote. I knew that most of the matrosses who manned the major batteries had taken part in it, but I knew it just as I knew that the sunlight that fell upon my hand had been to the sun. I would be a torturer, and as a torturer 1 would have no reason „ to enter the army and no reason to fear that I would be impressed into it. I never expected to see the war at the gates of Nessus (in fact, those gates themselves were hardly more than legends to me), and I never expected to leave the city, or even to leave that quarter of the city that held the Citadel.
The north, Ascia, was then inconceivably remote, a place as distant as the most distant galaxy, since both were forever out of reach. Mentally, I confused it with the dying belt of tropical vegetation that lay between our own land and theirs, although I would have distinguished the two without difficulty if Master Palaemon had asked me to in the classroom.
But of Ascia itself I had no idea. I did not know if it had great cities or none. I did not know if it was mountainous like the northern and eastern parts of our Commonwealth or as level as our pampas. I did have the impression (though I could not be sure it was correct) that it was a single land mass, and not a chain of islands like our south; and most distinct of all, I had the impression of an innumerable people - our Ascians populace - an inexhaustible swarm that almost became a creature in itself, as a colony of ants does. To think of those millions upon millions without speech, or confined to parroting proverbial phrases that must surely have long ago lost most of their meaning, was nearly more than the mind could bear. Speaking almost to myself, I said, "It must surely be a trick, or a lie, or a mistake. Such a nation could not exist. "
And the Ascian, his voice no louder than my own had been, and perhaps even softer, answered, "How shall the state be most vigorous? It shall be most vigorous when it is without conflict. How shall it be without conflict? When it is without disagreement. How shall disagreement be banished? By banishing the four causes of disagreement: lies, foolish talk, boastful talk, and talk which serves only to incite quarrels. How shall the four causes be banished? By speaking only Correct Thought. Then shall the state be without disagreement. Being without disagreement it shall be without conflict. Being without conflict it shall be vigorous, strong, and secure. "