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The woman nodded, hesitated, then drew back from the door, and I stepped inside. Her house was even smaller within its thick walls than I had supposed, and it reeked with the smell of some strong vegetable boiling in a kettle suspended on a hook over the fire. The windows were few and small, and because of the depth of the walls seemed rather boxes of shadow than apertures of light. An old man sat upon a panther skin with his back to the fire; his eyes were so lacking in focus and intelligence that at first I thought him blind. There was a table at the center of the room, with five chairs about it, of which three seemed to have been made for adults. I remembered what Dorcas had told me about furniture from the abandoned houses of Nessus being brought north for eclectics who had adopted more cultivated fashions, but all the pieces showed signs of having been made on the spot.
The woman saw the direction of my glance and said, "My husband will be here soon. Before supper. "
I told her, "You dont have to worry - I mean you no harm. If youll let me share your meal and sleep here tonight out of the cold, and give me directions in the morning, Ill be glad to help with whatever work there is to be done. "
The woman nodded, and quite unexpectedly the little boy piped, "Have you seen Severa?" His mother turned on him so quickly that I was reminded of Master Gurloes demonstrating the grips used to control prisoners. I heard the blow, though I hardly saw it, and the little boy shrieked. His mother moved to block the door, and he hid himself behind a chest in the corner farthest from her. I understood then, or thought I understood, that Severa was a girl or woman whom she considered more vulnerable than herself, and whom she had ordered to hide (probably in the loft, under the thatch) before letting me in. But I reasoned that any further protestation of my good intentions would be wasted on the woman, who however ignorant was clearly no fool, and that the best way to gain her confidence was to deserve it. I began by asking her for some water so that I could wash, and said that I would gladly carry it from whatever source they had if she would permit me to heat it at her fire. She gave me a pot, and told me where the spring was.
At one time or another I have been in most of the places that are conventionally considered romantic - atop high towers, deep in the bowels of the world, in palatial buildings, in jungles, and aboard a ship - yet none of these have affected me in the same way as that poor cabin of stones. It seemed to me the archetype of those caves into which, as scholars teach, humanity has crept again at the lowest point of each cycle of civilization. Whenever I have read or heard a description of an idyllic rustic retreat (and it was an idea of which Thecla was very fond) it has dwelt on cleanliness and order. There is a bed of mint beneath the window, wood stacked by the coldest wall, a gleaming flagstone floor, and so on. There was nothing of that here, no ideality; and yet the house was more perfect for all its imperfection, showing that human beings might live and love in such a remote spot without the ability to shape their habitat into a poem.
"Do you always shave with your sword?" the woman asked. It was the first time she had spoken to me unguardedly.
"It is a custom, a tradition. If the sword were not sharp enough for me to shave with, I would be ashamed to bear it. And if it is sharp enough, what need do I have of a razor?"
"Still it must be awkward, holding such a heavy blade up like that, and you must have to take great care not to cut yourself. "
"The exercise strengthens my arms. Besides, its good for me to handle my sword every chance I get, so that it becomes as familiar as my limbs. "
"Youre a soldier, then. I thought so. "
"I am a butcher of men. "
She seemed taken aback at that, and said, "I didnt mean to insult you. "
"Im not insulted. Everyone kills certain things - you killed those roots in your kettle when you put them into the boiling water. When I kill a man, I save the lives of all the living things he would have destroyed if he had continued to live himself, including, perhaps, many other men, and women and children. What does your husband do?"
The woman smiled a little at that. It was the first time I had seen her smile, and it made her look much younger. "Everything. A man has to do everything up here. "
"You werent born here then. "
"No," she said. "Only Severian. . . " The smile was gone;
"Did you say Severian?"
"Thats my sons name. You saw him when you came in, and hes spying on us now. He is a thoughtless boy sometimes. "
"That is my own name. I am Master Severian. "
She called to the boy, "Did you hear that? The goodmans name is the same as yours!" Then to me again, "Do you think its a good name? Do you like it?"
"Im afraid Ive never thought much about it, but yes, I suppose I do. It seems to suit me. " I had finished shaving, and seated myself in one of the chairs to tend the blade.
"I was born in Thrax," the woman said. "Have you ever been there?"
"I just came from there," I told her. If the dimarchi were to question her after I left, her description of my habit would give me away in any case.
"You didnt meet a woman called Herais? Shes my mother. "
I shook my head.
"Well, its a big town, I suppose. You werent there long?"
"No, not long at all. While you have been in these mountains, have you heard of the Pelerines? Theyre an order of priestesses who wear red. "
"Im afraid not. We dont get much news here. "
"Im trying to locate them, or if I cant, to join the army the Autarch is leading against the Ascians. "
"My husband could give you better directions than I can. You shouldnt have come up here so high, though. Becan - thats my husband - says the patrols never bother soldiers moving north, not even when they use the old roads. "
While she spoke of soldiers moving north, someone else, much nearer, was moving as well. It was a movement so stealthy as to be scarcely audible above the crackling of the fire and the harsh breathing of the old man, but it was unmistakable nonetheless. Bare feet, unable to endure any longer the utter motionlessness that silence commands, had shifted almost imperceptibly, and the planks beneath them had chirped with the new distribution of weight.
Chapter 15
He Is Ahead of You!
THE HUSBAND WHO was supposed to have come before supper did not come, and the four of us - the woman, the old man, the boy, and I - ate the evening meal without him. I had at first thought his wifes prediction a lie intended to deter me from whatever criminality I might otherwise have committed; but as the sullen afternoon wore on in that silence that presages a storm, it became apparent that she had believed what she had said, and was now sincerely worried.
Our supper was as simple, almost, as such a meal can be; but my hunger was so great that it was one of the most gratifying I recall. We had boiled vegetables without salt or butter, coarse bread, and a little meat. No wine, no fruit, nothing fresh and nothing sweet; yet I think I must have eaten more than the other three together.
When our meal was over, the woman (whose name, I had learned, was Casdoe) took a long, iron-shod staff out of a corner and set off to look for her husband, first assuring me that she required no escort and telling the old man, who seemed not to hear her, that she would not go far and would soon return. Seeing him remain as abstracted as ever before his fire, I coaxed the boy to me, and after I had won his confidence by showing him Terminus Est and permitting him to hold her hilt and attempt to lift her blade, I asked him whether Severa should not come down and take care of him now that his mother was away.
"She came back last night," he told me.
I thought he was referring to his mother and said, "Im sure shell come back tonight too, but dont you think Severa ought to take care of you now, while shes gone?"
As children who are not sufficiently confident of language to argue sometimes do, the boy shrugged and tried to turn away.
I caught him by the shoulders. "I want you to go upstairs now, little Severian, and tell her to come
down. I promise I wont hurt her. "
He nodded and went to the ladder, though slowly and reluctantly. "Bad woman," he said.
Then, for the first time since I had been in the house, the old man spoke. "Becan, come over here! I want to tell you about Fechin. " It was a moment before I understood that he was addressing me under the impression that I was his son-in-law.
"He was the worst of us all, that Fechin. A tall, wild boy with red hair on his hands, on his arms. Like a monkeys arms, so that if you saw them reaching around the corner to take something, youd think, except for the size, that it was a monkey taking it. He took our copper pan once, the one Mother used to make sausage in, and I saw his arm and didnt tell who had done it, because he was my friend. I never found it again, never saw it again, though I was with him a thousand times. I used to think he had made a boat of it and sailed it on the river, because that was what I had always wanted to do with it myself. I walked down the river trying to find it, and the night came before I ever knew it, before I had even turned around to go home. Maybe he polished the bottom to look in - sometimes he drew his own likeness. Maybe he filled it with water to see his reflection. "
I had gone across the room to listen to him, partly because he spoke indistinctly and partly out of respect, for his aged face reminded me a little of Master Palaemons, though he had his natural eyes. "I once met a man of your age who had posed for Fechin," I said.
The old man looked up at me; as quickly as the shadow of a bird might cross some gray rag thrown out of the house upon the grass, I saw the realization that I was not Becan come and go. He did not stop speaking, however, or in any other way acknowledge the fact. It was as if what he was saying were so urgent that it had to be told to someone, poured into any ears before it was lost forever.
"His face wasnt a monkeys face at all. Fechin was handsome - the handsomest around. He could always get food or money from a woman. He could get anything from women. I remember once when we were walking down the trail that led to where the old mill stood then. I had a piece of paper the schoolmaster had given me. Real paper, not quite white, but with a touch of brown to it, and little speckles here and there, so it looked like a trout in milk. The schoolmaster gave it to me so I could write a letter for Mother - at the school we always wrote on boards, then washed them clean with a sponge when we had to write again, and when nobody was looking wed hit the sponge with the board and send it flying against the wall, or somebodys head. But Fechin loved to draw, and while we walked I thought about that, and how his face would look if he had paper to make a picture he could keep.
"They were the only things he kept. Everything else he lost, or gave away, or threw away, and I knew what Mother wanted to tell pretty much, and I decided if I wrote small I could get it on half the paper. Fechin didnt know I had it, but I took it out and showed it to him, then folded it and tore it in two. "
Over our heads, I could hear the fluting voice of the little boy, though I could not understand what he was saying.
"That was the brightest day Ive ever seen. The sun had new life to him, the way a man will when he was sick yesterday and will be sick tomorrow, but today he walks around and laughs so that if a stranger was to come hed think there was nothing wrong, no sickness at all, that the medicines and the bed were for somebody else. They always say in prayers that the New Sun will be too bright to look at, and I always up until that day had taken it to be just the proper way of talking, the way you say a babys beautiful, or praise whatever a good man has made for himself, that even if there were two suns in the sky you could look at both. But that day I learned it was all true, and the light of it on Fechins face was more than I could stand. It made my eyes water. He said thank you, and we went farther along and came to a house where a girl lived.
I cant remember what her name was, but she was truly beautiful, the way the quietest are sometimes. I never knew up till then that Fechin knew her, but he asked me to wait, and I sat down on the first step in front of the gate. "
Someone heavier than the boy was walking overhead, toward the ladder.
"He wasnt inside long, but when he came out, with the girl looking out the window, I knew what they had done. I looked at him, and he spread those long, thin, monkey arms. How could he share what hed had? In the end, he made the girl give me half a loaf of bread and some fruit. He drew my picture on one side of the paper and the girls on the other, but he kept the pictures. "
The ladder creaked, and I turned to look. As I had expected, a woman was descending it. She was not tall, but full-figured and narrow-waisted; her gown was nearly as ragged as the boys mothers, and much dirtier. Rich brown hair spilled down her back. I think I recognized her even before she turned and I saw the high cheekbones and her long, brown eyes - it was Agia. "So you knew I was here all along," she said.
"I might make the same remark to you. You seem to have been here before me. "
"I only guessed that you would be coming this way. As it happened, I arrived a little before you, and I told the mistress of this house what you would do to me if she did not hide me," she said. (I supposed she wished me to know she had an ally here, if only a feeble one. )
"Youve been trying to kill me ever since I glimpsed you in the crowd at Saltus. "
"Is that an accusation? Yes. "
"Youre lying. "
It was one of the few times I have ever seen Agia caught off balance. "What do you mean?"
"Only that you were trying to kill me before Saltus. "
"With the avern. Yes, of course. "
"And afterward. Agia, I know who Hethor is. "
I waited for her to reply, but she said nothing.
"On the day we met, you told me there was an old sailor who wanted you to live with him. Old and ugly and poor, you called him, and I could not understand why you, a lovely young woman, should even consider his offer when you were not actually starving. You had your twin to protect you, and a little money coming in from the shop. "