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Pity moved Marak’s hand to her cheek, gently, gently, and wiped a tear. “You are not to blame,” he said. “Norit. You are notto blame.”
“I love you,” Norit said. “You were kind to me, and I love you. Remember it if I can’t.”
It was like a good-bye. It haunted him. And there was nothing he could do to help her. He brushed her cheek, straightened her hair.
“Let her speak to me,” he said. “Let her speak. Let’s see if we can make sense of this. And damn this Luz, she’ll give you back your right mind again when she’s done.”
“I hear,” Norit’s lips said. And Norit’s eyes were in torment.
“Then tell the truth! Why do you do this to her? Why not come in here and speak to me yourself?”
Marak! roared in his head. Marak, Marak, Marak! so loudly that he flinched.
“Speak to me, damn you, don’t shout!”
“I’ve spoken to you,” Norit’s lips said, “for nearly thirty years, and you won’t hear me. You hear what you want to hear.” Norit hesitated, trembling. “You recast everything the way you want to hear it. You’re very stubborn.”
“It’s my father’s inheritance,” he said. He caressed Norit’s cheek and found his own hand trembling. “I’m here. Tell me whatever she wishes, Norit. I love you. For your sake, I’ll listen.”
“I can’t think!” Norit said in a faint voice. “I see things and I can’t think about them, and I hear words and they don’t make sense. She hates me; she says she doesn’t, but I know she does!”
“Let her be!” he said to whoever possessed Norit. “Talk to me, and let her be!”
“Norit is far easier.” Of a sudden Norit’s head drooped, and her whole body sank into his arms, so that for a moment he feared Norit was dead… but Norit lay in his embrace, aware, and breathing as if she had run for her life.
“Luz wants you to listen,” Norit whispered against him, teeth chattering. “Luz wants you to listen and not to fight her.”
“Hush,” he said. “Hush. I’ll try.” He did try. He shut his eyes and tried to make sense of the whisper in his skull.
“She thinks things,” Norit said, at the limit of her expression, trembling. “She wants things. My ears buzz. She’s angry because you won’t listen to her.”
“I’m trying! Let her give us Hati back. Let her make sense and come into this room and talk to us face-to-face. It was she I saw in the metal hall, wasn’t it? She’s flesh and blood like the rest of us. Why won’t she come here to talk?”
“Will she be safe, she asks.”
“I swear she’ll be safe. Just let her leave you alone.” He wiped a strand of hair from Norit’s cheek. “Luz! Do you hear me?”
Somewhere a door opened. Theirs closed. He looked up from over Norit’s head.
“We’re locked in,” Norit said in a faint voice.
“We’ve beenlocked in,” he said. “This whole damned place locks us in.” He thought of Hati, who never but in the Beykaskh itself had experienced a roof. He thought of Hati shut in a little room, with no way out.
“She says…” Norit whispered. “She says… I should say exactly these words, and you have to listen.”
“I’m listening.”
“We have to go back. You promised the Ila to go back, and we have to. We have to tell the Ila… we have to tell the Ila…”
Suddenly the walls of the room went black, and the vision of the stars spread itself all across them. Norit cried out. Marak held to her; and suffered a vision of stars lit with lightning.
The tower rode that blue-glowing fire to the ground, and reached out arms and dug into the earth, substantial as a mountain, on a plain of glass.
And they still sat on a pale, foreign bed, clinging to one another.
“ The begi
Marak leapt up, but all around him was the desert, limned square, on the walls, a moving image with neither wind nor smell, and square-cornered.
From the tower, walkers went out across the desert.
Vision blurred, and caravans plied their trade, and all seemed ordinary.
“Do you see it?” he asked Norit, who had stayed seated on the bed. Her face said yes before she nodded and half hid her face in her hands.
“ The tower of the Beykaskh,” the voice said.
He turned slowly and Norit turned, until they saw the tower again, set against the red, saw-toothed upthrust of the Qarain.
Had they come a circle? Was that where they had come, after all their journey? Were they within the Beykaskh?
That tower stood, and the vision rose up on wings like the birds of the air and turned until he swayed on his feet and Norit leapt up and held to him for her own balance.
The tower became domed, and they swooped down at the level of the sand, dizzied, and powerless to stop the rush of vision.
The tower put forth walls, and the walls rose up, and the dome rose, and the walls shone with the sun.
“ From this,” their voice said, Luz said, “ all else comes.”
The Beykaskh suddenly poured out the Mercy of the Ila, and the Mercy of the Ila formed the reed-rimmed pool as he had seen it, but subtly changed.
Creatures like the beshti, but not, drank there, and he saw into the water, and saw moving creatures, and saw spirals and dots and chains, and them composed of smaller and smaller chains, and finally of small structures, not like the structures he had seen built of fire.
These structures were dots, only dots of colors, and they changed and multiplied, and faded into larger things, and larger, and larger, and larger, threatening, and enveloping, until he saw the dots become small packets, and those packets become rows, and those rows become sheets, and those sheets become the skin of a man, and his ear, and his face, and his head and his body. He had no idea why this vision so terrified him, but the rapid shifts had made him both dizzy and afraid.
“ These are the makers,” Luz said. “ The Ila understands. Now you know what she knows. The makers flowed out into the pool and the beasts she had brought drank, and bred, and changed as the Ila directed. The beasts changed, and men changed to fit this land. Doesn’t your scripture say that she divided the beasts from the vermin?”
“I know nothing about it,” Marak retorted, because none of it made sense at all, and he cared nothing about it, only for escaping this place and taking Norit and Hati with him. It was not the act of friends to try to awe him with such a show. “I don’t believe in the scriptures or the priests. And if you want anything from us, open the doors. Bring the walls back. Give us Hati back. And the au’it.”
“ This was five hundred thirty-eight years ago,” Luz said, “ when she created the pool and sent out this new breed of men, under priests she instructed. This was five hundred thirty-eight years ago when the First Descended took this world and hid from their enemies.”
There was a new thread. “What enemies?” he asked.
“ Enemies her predecessors made. She found a desert and transformed it. She sent out the makers and by them she fitted her creation to survive. She set up the priests to teach a history she wrote. As far as the priests’ god exists, she is that god, and the devil of your belief is her enemy. Both are false. But we’re not here to argue philosophy. We’re here to save as much as we can save, before her enemy destroys this creation of hers. You are a resource to us, a threat to them, and we’ve won a reprieve: we’ve won this world, we’ve won the chance to save you, if you’ll only listen. That’s why we’ve called you here … to save your lives.”
It was too much to swallow at one taking. All around him, within his arms, was the evidence of intentions not as benign as the promise. And all his knowledge a lie? He refused to fall down and worship their truth, either.
“ What do you think of us, Marak Trin Tain? Do you want to listen?”