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"As a test. No one will believe your disguise. But everyone will believe youre an armiger in fancy dress. Ive just proved it. " (We careened about a dray loaded with sand. ) "Besides, well win. I know this driver and his teams fresh. The others been carting that whore for half the night. "
I realized then that I would be expected to give Agia the money if we won, and that the other woman would claim my (nonexistent) chrisos from Racho if they did. Yet how sweet to humble him! Speed and the nearness of death (for I felt certain I would indeed be slain by the hipparch) made me more reckless than I had ever been in my life. I drew Terminus Est, and thanks to the length of her blade I could reach the onegars easily. Their flanks were already soaked with sweat, and the shallow cuts I made there must have burned like flames. "Thats better than any dagger," I told Agia.
The crowd parted like water before the drivers whips, mothers clasping their children as they fled, soldiers vaulting on their spears to the safety of windowsills. The conditions of the race favored us: the fiacre ahead to some extent cleared our path, and it was more impeded by other vehicles than we. Still we gained only slowly, and to get a few ells advantage, our driver, who no doubt anticipated a rich tip if he won, sent the onegars hurtling up a flight of broad chalcedony steps. Marbles and monuments, pillars and pilasters, seemed thrown at our faces. We crashed through the green wall of a hedge as high as a house, overturned a cartload of comfits, dove through an arch and down a stair wound in a half turn, and were in the street again without ever knowing whose patio we had violated.
A bakers barrow drawn by sheep ambled into the narrow space between our vehicle and the other, and our big rear wheel jolted it, sending a shower of fresh bread into the street and throwing Agias slight body against mine so pleasantly that I put an arm about it and held it there. I had clasped women so before - Thecla often, and hired bodies in the town. There was new bittersweetness in this, born of the cruel attraction Agia held for me. "Im glad you did that," she said in my ear. "I hate men who grab me," and covered my face with kisses.
The driver looked back with a grin of triumph, letting the maddened team choose its own path. "Gone down the Twisted Way - got them now - across the common and reach them by a hundred ells. "
The fiacre reeled and plunged into a narrow gateway in a barrier of shrubbery. An immense building loomed before us. The driver tried to turn his animals, but it was too late. We hit its side; it gave like the fabric of a dream, and we were in a cavernous space, dimly lit and smelling of hay. Ahead was a stepped altar as large as a cottage and dotted with blue lights. I saw it and realized I was seeing it too well - our driver had been swept out of his seat or had jumped clear. Agia shrieked.
We crashed into the altar. There was a confusion of flying objects impossible to describe, the sense of everything whirling and tumbling and never colliding, as in the chaos before creation. The ground seemed to leap at me; it struck with an impact that set my ears humming.
I had been holding Terminus Est, I think, while I flew through the air, but she was no longer in my hand. When I tried to get up to look for her, I had no breath and no strength. Somewhere far off, a man shouted. I rolled on my side, then managed to get my lifeless legs beneath me.
We seemed to be near the center of the building, which was as big around as the Great Keep and yet completely empty: without interior walls, stairs, or furniture of any kind. Through the golden, dusty air I could see crooked pillars that seemed of painted wood. Lamps, mere points of light, hung a chain or more overhead. Far above them, a many-colored roof rippled and snapped in a wind I could not feel.
I stood on straw, and straw was spread everywhere in an endless yellow carpet, like the field of a titan after harvest. All about me were the battens of which the altar had been constructed: fragments of thin wood braved with gold leaf and set with turquoises and violet amethysts. With some vague idea of finding my sword, I began to walk, stumbling almost at once over the smashed body of the fiacre. One onegar lay not far from it; I recall thinking it must have broken its neck. Someone called, "Torturer!" and I looked around and saw Agia - standing erect, though shakily. I asked if she were all right.
"Alive, anyway, but we must leave this place at once. Is that animal dead?"
I nodded.
"I could have ridden on it. Now youll have to carry me if you can. I dont think my right leg will bear my weight. " She tottered as she spoke, and I had to spring to her and catch her to keep her from falling. "Now we have to go," she said. "Look around . . . can you see a door? Quickly!"
I could not. "Why is it so urgent that we leave?"
"Use your nose if you cant use your eyes to see this floor. "
I sniffed. The odor in the air was no longer straw, but straw burning; at almost the same instant I saw the flames, bright in the gloom, but still so small that a few moments before they must have been mere sparks. I tried to run, but could manage nothing better than a limping walk. "Where are we?"
"Its the Cathedral of the Pelerines - some call it the Cathedral of the Claw. The Pelerines are a band of priestesses who travel the continent. They never - " Agia broke off because we were approaching a cluster of scarlet-clad people. Or perhaps they were approaching us, for they seemed to me to have appeared in the middle distance without warning. The men had shaven heads and held gleaming scimitars curved like the young moon and blazing with gilding; a woman with the towering height of an exultant cradled a sheathed two-handed sword: my own Terminus Est. She wore a hood and a narrow cape that trailed long tassels. Agia began, "Our animals ran wild, Holy Domnicellae . . . "
"That is of no moment," the woman who held my sword said. There was much beauty in her, but it was not the beauty of women who quench desire. "This belongs to the man carrying you. Tell him to set you on your feet and take it. You can walk. "
"A little. Do as she says, Torturer. "
"Dont you know his name?"
"He told me, but Ive forgotten. "
I said, "Severian," and steadied her with one hand while I accepted Terminus Est with the other.
"Use it to end quarrels," the woman in scarlet said. "Not to begin them. "
"The straw floor of this great tent is on fire, Chatelaine. Do you know it?"
"It will be extinguished. The sisters and our servants are crushing the embers now. " She paused, her gaze flickering from Agia to me and back to Agia again.
"In the remains of our high altar, which your vehicle destroyed, we found only one thing that seemed yours, and likely to be of value to you - that sword. We have returned it. Will you now also return to us anything of value to us you may have found?"
I remembered the amethysts. "I found nothing of value, Chatelaine. " Agia shook her head, and I continued, "There were splinters of wood set with precious stones, but I left them where they had fallen. "
The men shifted the hilts of their weapons in the hands and sought good footing, but the tall woman stood motionless, staring at me, then at Agia, then at me once more. "Come to me, Severian. "
I came forward, a matter of three or four paces. It was a great temptation to draw Terminus Est as a defense against the mens blades, but I resisted it. Their mistress took my wrists in her hands and looked into my eyes. Her own were calm, and in the strange light seemed hard as beryls. "There is no guilt in him," she said.
One of the men muttered, "You are mistaken, Domnicellae. "
"No guilt, I say. Step back, Severian, and let the woman come forward. "
I did as she told me, and Agia limped to within a long pace of her. When she would not come nearer, the tall woman came to her and took her wrists as she had mine. After a moment, she glanced toward the other women who had waited behind the swordsmen. Before I realized what was happening, two of them seized Agias gown and drew it over her head and away. One said, "Nothing, Mother. "
"I think this the day foretold. "
Her hands crossed over her breasts, Agia whispered to me, "These Pelerines
are insane. Everyone knows it, and if I had had more time I would have told you so. "
The tall woman said, "Return her rags. The Claw has not vanished in living memory, but it does so at will and it would be neither possible nor permissible for us to stop it. "
One of the women murmured, "We may find it in the wreckage still, Mother. "
A second added, "Should they not be made to pay?"
"Let us kill them," a man said. The tall woman gave no indication that she had heard any of them. She was already leaving us, seeming to glide across the straw. The women followed her, looking at one another, and the men lowered their gleaming blades and backed away. Agia was struggling into her gown. I asked her what she knew of the Claw, and who these Pelerines were.
"Get me out of here, Severian, and Ill tell you. It isnt lucky to talk of them in their own place. Is that a tear in the wall over there?" We walked in the direction she had indicated, stumbling sometimes in the soft straw. There was no opening, but I was able to lift the edge of the silken wall enough for us to slip under.
Chapter 19
THE BOTANIC GARDENS
The sunlight was blinding; it seemed as if we had stepped from twilight into full day. Golden particles of straw swam in the crisp air about us.
"Thats better," Agia said. "Wait a moment now and let me get my bearings. I think the Adamnian Steps will be to our right. Our driver wouldnt have gone down them - or perhaps he would, the fellow was mad - but they should take us to the landing by the shortest route. Give me your arm again, Severian. My legs not quite recovered. "
We were walking on grass now, and I saw that the tent-cathedral had been pitched on a champian surrounded by semi-fortified houses; its insubstantial belfries looked down upon their parapets. A wide, paved street bordered the open lawn, and when we reached it I asked again who the Pelerines were.
Agia looked sidelong at me. "You must forgive me, but I dont find it easy to talk of professional virgins to a man whos just seen me naked. Though under other circumstances it might be different. " She drew a deep breath. "I dont really know a great deal about them, but we have some of their habits in the shop, and I asked my brother about them once, and after that paid attention to whatever I heard. Its a popular costume for masques - all that red. "
"Anyway, they are an order of conventionals, as no doubt youve already discerned. The red is for the descending light of the New Sun, and they descend on landowners, traveling around the country with their cathedral and seeming enough to set it up. Their order claims to possess the most valuable relic in existence, the Claw of the Conciliator, so the red may be for the Wounds of the Claw as well. "
Trying to be facetious I said, "I didnt know he had claws. "
"It isnt a real claw - its said to be a gem. You must have heard of it. I dont understand why its called the Claw, and I doubt that those priestesses do themselves. But assuming it to have had some real association with the Conciliator, you can appreciate its importance. After all, our knowledge of him now is purely historical - meaning that we either confirm or deny that he was in contact with our race in the remote past. If the Claw is what the Pelerines represent it to be, then he once lived, though he may be dead now. "
A startled glance from a woman carrying a dulcimer told me the mantle I had bought from Agias brother was in disarray, permitting the fuligin of my guild cloak (which must have looked like mere empty darkness to the poor woman) to be seen through the opening, As I rearranged it and reclasped the fibula I said, "Like all these religious arguments, this one gets less significant as we continue. Supposing the Conciliator to have walked among us eons ago, and to be dead now, of what importance is he save to historians and fanatics? I value his legend as a part of the sacred past, but it seems to me that it is the legend that matters today, and not the Conciliators dust. "
Agia rubbed her hands, seeming to warm them in the sunlight. "Supposing him - we turn at this corner, Severian, you may see the head of the stair, if youll look, there where the statues of the eponyms stand - supposing him to have lived, he was by definition the Master of Power. Which means the transcendence of reality, and includes the negation of time. Isnt that correct?"
I nodded.
"Then there is nothing to prevent him, from a position, say, of thirty thousand years ago, coming into what we call the present. Dead or not, if he ever existed, he could be around the next bend of the street or the next turn of the week. "
We had reached the beginning of the stair. The steps were of stone as white as salt, sometimes so gradual that several strides were needed to go from one descent to the next, sometimes almost as abrupt as a ladder. Confectioners, and the like had set up their stands here and there. For whatever reason, it was very pleasant to discuss mysteries with Agia while descending these steps, and I said, "All this because those women say they possess one of his glittering fingernails. I suppose it performs miraculous cures?"
"On occasion, so they claim. It also forgives injuries, raises the dead, draws new races of beings from the soil, purifies lust, and so on. All the things he is supposed to have done himself. "
"Youre laughing at me now. "
"No, only laughing at the sunshine - you know what it is supposed to do to womens faces. "
"Make them brown. "
"Make them ugly. To begin with, it dries the skin and creates wrinkles and so on. Then too, it shows up every little defect. Urvasi loved Pururavas, you know, before she saw him in a bright light. Anyway, I felt it on my face, and I was thinking, I dont care for you. Im still too young to worry about you, and next year Ill get a wide hat from our stock. "
Agias face was far from perfect now in the clear sunshine, but she had nothing to fear from it. My hunger fed at least as ravenously upon her imperfections. She possessed the hopeful, hopeless courage of the poor, which is perhaps the most appealing of all human qualities; and I rejoiced in the flaws that made her more real to me.