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The Hierarch whom Tzadkiel had called his son lay sprawled in the aisle. Over him surged the sailors, their knives flashing and many bloodied. Against them stood a score or so who seemed at first as weak as children — and indeed I saw at least one child among them — but held their ground like heroes and, when they had only their hands to fight with, fought weaponless. Because their backs were toward me, I told myself I did not know them; but I knew it for a lie.
With a roar that echoed from the walls, the alzabo burst from this encircled band. The sailors fell back, and in an instant it was crushing a man in its jaws. I saw Agia with her poisoned sword, and Agilus too, swinging a crimsoned avern like a mace, and Baldanders, unarmed until he seized a sailor and smashed another to the floor with her.
And Dorcas, Morwe
I dashed past Merryn and found myself between Gu
It seemed that I had no sooner joined the battle than it was over. A few sailors fled from the Chamber; twenty or thirty bodies lay upon the floor or over the benches. Most of the women were dead, though I saw one of the women-cats licking blood from her stubby fingers. Old Wi
“Who are they?” Gu
I shook my head, feeling I scarcely knew myself. Dr. Tabs seized her hand and brushed its fingers with his lips. “Allow me. I am Tabs, physician, playwright, and impresario. I’m—”
I no longer listened. Triskele had bounded up to me with blood-smeared flews, hindquarters quivering with joy. Master Malrubius, resplendent in the fur-trimmed cloak of the guild, followed him. When I saw Master Malrubius I knew, and he, seeing me, knew I did.
At once he — with Triskele, Dr. Tabs, the dead Master Ash, Dorcas, and the rest — fell to silver shards of nothingness, just as he had that night on the beach after he had rescued me from the dying jungle of the north. Gu
Not all were corpses. One stirred and groaned. We tried to bind the wound in his chest (it was from the doctor’s narrow blade, I think) with rags ripped from the dead, though blood bubbled from his mouth. After a time the Hierarchs came with medicine and proper bandages, and took him away.
The lady Apheta had come with them, but she remained with us.
“You said that I would not see you again,” I reminded her.
“I said that you might not,” she corrected me. “Had things fallen out otherwise here, you would not have.”
In the stillness of that chamber of death, her voice was scarcely a whisper.
Chapter XXII — Descent
“THERE MUST be many questions you want to ask,” Apheta whispered. “Let us go out into the portico, and I will answer them all.”
I shook my head, for I heard the water-music of rain through the open doorway.
Gu
“No,” Apheta told her. “But let us go out. It should be pleasant there, and we have only a short time now, we three.”
“I can understand you well enough,” I told her. “I’ll stay here. Perhaps some others among these many dead will begin to moan. That would make a fit voice for you.”
She nodded. “It would indeed.” I had seated myself where Tzadkiel had crouched on the first day; she sat down beside me, no doubt so that I might hear her better.
In a moment Gu
“Sorry for what? Because you fought for me? I don’t blame you.”
“Sorry the others didn’t, that the magic people had to defend you against us. Against all of us but me. Who were they? Did you whistle them up?”
“No,” I said. Apheta, “Yes.”
“They were people I’d known, that’s all. Some were women I’d loved. Many are dead — Thecla, Agilus, Casdoe… Perhaps they’re all dead now, all ghosts, though I didn’t know it.”
“They are unborn. Surely you know that time runs backward when the ship sails swiftly. I told you myself. They are unborn, as you are.”
She spoke to Gu
I said, “I can’t stop you from explaining all this, but do it elsewhere. Or let me go where I need not hear it.”
Apheta asked, “It gave you no joy?”
“To see them all again, tricked into defending me? No. Why should it?”
“Because they were not tricked, no more than Master Malrubius was on any of the occasions when you saw him after his death. We found them among your memories and let them judge. Everyone in this Chamber, save yourself, saw the same things. Has it not struck you as odd that I can scarcely speak here?”
I turned to stare at her, feeling I had been away and come back to hear her talk when it was of some other matter.
“Our rooms are always filled with the sound of water and the sighing of the wind. This was built for you and your kind.”
Gu
“I’ve known that since I was a boy.”
She nodded to herself, and for a moment I seemed to see the child she had been instead of the woman she had become. “But we haven’t. We hadn’t.” Her gaze left my face, and I saw her looking from corpse to corpse. “In religion, but sailors never pay much attention to that.”
For want of something better to say, I said, “I suppose not.”
“My mother did, and it was like she was crazy, someplace in a corner of her mind. You know what I mean? And I think that was all it was.”
I turned to Apheta and began, “What I want to know—”
But Gu
Apheta whispered, “When you sign aboard that ship, you sail from the Begi
“We didn’t think about it. Not until you made us. He made us see it. Zak.”
I asked, “And you knew it was Zak?”
Gu
Apheta whispered, “May I tell you? He is a reflection, an imitation, of what you will be.”
I asked, “You mean if the New Sun comes?”
“No. I mean that it is coming. That your trial is over. You have been obsessed with it for so long, I know, and it must be difficult for you to realize that it is truly over. You have succeeded. You have saved your future.”
“You have succeeded too,” I said.
Apheta nodded. “You understand that now.”
Gu