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"Did you speak to it?"
"No, I did not speak to it. There were too many other things.
"You should have spoken to it."
"Dammit, I know I should have spoken to it, but I didn't. Now it is too late. The A and B is inside the City and we can't get to him."
"It's not only the A and B," said #1. "There is something else shut up behind those walls. We know not directly of it. We but suspicion it. We have only recepted it."
"You mean that you have sensed it."
"That is right," said #1. "Our feeling of it is most unreliable, but it is all that we can tell you."
Cushing and Meg went back at the end of the day to the deserted camp. A little later, Andy came ambling in to greet them. There was no sign of the other three. Ezra and Elayne had gone down the butte to talk with the Trees, and Rollo had simply wandered off.
"We know now, laddie buck," said Meg. "The A and B meant exactly what he said. The City's closed to us.
"It was that damn Elayne," said Cushing. "She was Cushing this eternity stuff that she has a hang-up on.
"You're too harsh with her," said Meg. "Her brain may be a little addled, but she has a certain power. I am sure she has. She lives in another world, on another level. She sees and hears things we do not see and hear. And anyhow, it does no good to talk about it now. What are we going to do if we can't get off this butte?"
"I'm not ready to give up yet," said Cushing. "If we want to get out of here, we'll find a way.
"Whatever happened to the Place of Stars," she asked, "that we started out to find? How did we go wrong?"
"We went wrong," said Cushing, "because we were going blind. We grabbed at every rumor that we heard, at all the campfire stories that Rollo had picked up. It wasn't Rollo's fault. It was mine. I was too anxious. I was too ready to accept anything I heard."
Rollo came in shortly after dark. He squatted down beside the other two and sat staring at the fire.
"I didn't find much," he said. "I found a quarry over to the west, where the rock was quarried for the City. I found an old road that led off to the southwest, built and used before the Trees were planted. Now the Trees close off the road. I tried to get through them and there was no getting through. I tried in several places. They simply build a wall against you. Maybe a hundred men with axes could get through, but we haven't got a hundred men with axes."
"Even with axes," said Meg, "I doubt we would get through."
"The tribes are gathering," said Rollo. "The plains off to the east and south are simply black with them, and more coming all the time. The word must have traveled fast."
"What I can't understand," said Cushing, "is why they should be gathering. There were the wardens, of course, but I thought they were just a few small bands of deluded fanatics."
"Perhaps not so deluded," said Meg. "You don't keep a watch for centuries out of pure delusion."
"You think this place is important? That important?"
"It has to be," said Meg. "It is so big. It took so much work and time to build it. And it's so well protected. Men, even men in the old machine days, would not have spent so much time and effort
"Yes, I know," said Cushing. "I wonder what it is. Why it's here. If there were only some way for us to dig out the meaning of it."
"The gathering of the tribes," said Rollo, "argues that it may be more important than we know. It was not just the wardens alone. They were backed by the tribes. Maybe sent here and kept here by the tribes. There may be a legend
"If so," said Meg, "a well-guarded legend. I have never heard of it. The city tribes back home, I'm sure, never heard of
it.
"The best legends," said Cushing, "might be the best guarded. So sacred, perhaps, that no one ever spoke aloud of them."
The next day, Rollo went with them for another tour of the City. They found nothing new. The wails stood up straight and inscrutable. There was no indication of any life.
Late in the afternoon, Ezra and Elayne returned to camp. They came in footsore and limping, clearly worn out.
"Here, sit down," said Meg, "and rest yourselves. Lie down if you want to. We have water and I'll cook some meat. If you want to sleep a while before you eat.
Ezra croaked at them, "The Trees would not let us through. No argument can budge them. They will not tell us why. But they would talk of other things. They talked of ancestral memories, their ancestral memories. On another planet, in some other solar system, very far from here. They had a name for it, but it was a complicated name with many syllables, and I failed to catch it and did not want to ask again, for it seemed of no importance. Even if we knew the name, it would be of no use to us. They either had forgotten how they got here or did not want to tell us, although I think they may not know. I'm not sure they ever saw the planet that they talked of. They were talking, I think, of ancestral memories, facial memories, carried forward from one generation to the next."
"You are certain of this?" asked Cushing. "Their saying they came from another planet?"
"I am very certain," Ezra said. "There is no question of it. They talked to me of the planet, as a man marooned in some strange place would talk about the country of his boyhood. They showed the planet to me-admittedly, a very fuzzy picture, but one could recognize certain features of it. An idealized picture, I am certain. I think of it as a pink world-you know, the delicate pink of apple blossoms in the early spring, blowing on a hill against a deep-blue sky. Not only was the color of the world pink, but the feel of it. I know I'm not telling this too well, but that's how it seemed to me. A glad world—not a happy world, but a glad world."
"Gould it be?" asked Cushing. "Could it be that men did go to the stars, to this pink world, bringing back with them the seeds of the Trees?"
"And," said Meg, "the Followers and the Shivering Snakes? The living stones as well? For these things ca
"And if all of this is true," said Rollo, "then this, after all, may be the Place of Going to the Stars."
Cushing shook his head. "There are no launching pads. We would have found them if there had been any. And so remote, so far from all the sources of supply. The economics of such a place as this would be illogical."
"Perhaps," said Rollo, "a certain amount of illogic could make a certain sense.
"Not in a technological world," said Cushing. "Not in the kind of world that sent men to the stars."
That night, after Ezra and Elayne were sound asleep, Rollo disappeared on another walkabout, and with Andy off to gambol with the Followers, Cushing said to Meg, "One thing keeps bothering me. Something that the Team told us. There is something else here, they said. Something other than the A and B. Something hidden, something we should find."
Meg nodded. "Perhaps, laddie boy," she said. "Perhaps there's a deal to find. But how do we go about it? Has that driving, adventurous brain of yours come up with a fresh idea?
"You sensed the living rock," said Cushing, "that night long ago. You sensed the Followers. They were a crowd, you said. A conglomerate of many different people, all the people they had ever met. You sensed that the robotic brain still lived. Without half trying, you sensed all these things. You knew I was sleeping in the lilac thicket."
"I've told you and told you, time and time again," she said, "that I'm a piss-poor witch. I'm nothing but an old bag who used her feeble talents to keep life within her body and ill-wishers off her back. A dowdy old bitch, vicious and without ethics, who owes you, laddie buck, more than I ever can repay you for taking me on this great adventure."
"Without half trying," said Cushing, "just as a flippant, everyday exercise of your talents