The Dancer from Atlantis (16 page)

‘I had to wheedle him a little. Mother made the real fuss. Not that parents can stop you from trying out. But I didn’t
want to hurt them. I hadn’t gotten a real call, like the one that came to Ariadne Lydra. It just seemed exciting, glamorous
– am I shocking you? Please don’t think I’m not happy to serve Our Lady and Asterion. But I wouldn’t want to become a priestess.
I want lots of children. And, you know, a dancer meets practically every eligible bachelor in the Thalassocracy. With the
honor she’ll bring to his house, she can pretty well choose any of them. Maybe this spring will be my last festival to dance
in—’ Her trilling stopped. She caught his hand. ‘Why, Duncan, your mouth is all twisted up. You look ready to weep. What’s
wrong?’

‘Nothing,’ he said harshly. ‘I remembered an old hurt.’

She continued hand in hand with him. No man on Atlantis would dare take advantage of her, he thought. The paddock was lost
to view as their trail wound downward over the hills. Grass and brush stirred, trees soughed in the wind. He could smell her
flesh, still warm from exertion, warm as the sunlight on his back or the fingers that curled around his.

‘Tell me of yourself,’ she urged presently. ‘You must be very important for the Ariadne to keep you.’

Lydra had commanded strict silence about his prediction of catastrophe. He had to admit that, for the time being, it made
sense; public hysteria would help nothing. She’d wanted to suppress the entire story of his magical arrival in Egypt, but
he pointed out that that was impossible. The word had spread through Athens and Diores’ sailors must have passed it around
Atlantean taverns and bawdyhouses before returning home.

‘I don’t know that I myself count for much,’ Reid said to the girl. ‘But I’ve come a far and a weird way and am hoping the
high priestess can counsel me.’

He gave her simply his public narrative, no hint about time travel but much about America. She listened wide-eyed. As he talked,
he tried to recall Pamela’s face. But he couldn’t, really, for Erissa’s – young Erissa’s.

Lydra said: ‘You will remain here until I release you.’

‘I tell you, the Minos must be warned,’ Reid protested.

‘Will my word carry less weight with him than yours?’ she retorted coldly. ‘I am still not satisfied you speak truth, exile.’

No, he thought, I don’t imagine any rational person is ever ready to believe in the end of his world.

They stood on the temple roof in a chilly dusk. The lagoon
glimmered faintly metallic; land and city were swallowed by murk, in this age before outdoor lighting. But fire was in the
sky, a sullen red flicker reflected off the smoke that rolled out of the volcano. Now and then sparks showered from its throat
and there went an underground rumbling.

He gestured. ‘Does that not bear witness for me?’

‘It has spoken before,’ she answered. ‘Sometimes it spews forth stones and cinders and melted rock, and the voice of Asterion
roars. But a procession to the heights, prayers, sacrifices cast in, have always quieted him. Would he destroy the sanctuary
of his Mother, his Bride, and his Mourner?’

Reid threw her a glance. Beneath a cowl, her profile showed vague against darkling heaven; but he made out that she was staring
at the mountain more intently than her calm tone suggested. ‘You can smooth the people’s unease,’ he said, ‘till the last
day. What about your own, though?’

‘I am praying for guidance.’

‘What harm in sending me to Knossos?’

‘What good, thus far? Hear me, outlander. I reign over holy things, not over men. But this does not mean I’m ignorant of temporal
affairs. I could hardly be that and serve Our Lady’s interests. So I understand, perhaps better than you if you are honest
about your origin – I understand how grave a matter it would be to follow your advice.

‘Cities emptied, left deserted … for weeks? Think of moving that many people, feeding and sheltering them, keeping them from
blind panic at the awful thing threatened, losing them by hundreds or thousands when sickness breaks out in their camps, as
it surely will. And meanwhile the navy is far at sea, widely scattered for fear ships will be dashed together, therefore helpless.
But boats would speedily carry news to the mainland. The risk that the Achaeans would revolt again, make alliance and fall
on our coasts, is not small. And
then,
if your prophecy proved false – what anger throughout the realm, what mockery of temple and throne and the very gods – what
rebellion, even, shaking the already cracked foundations of the state! No, that which you urge is not lightly to be undertaken.’

Reid grimaced. She spoke with reason. ‘That’s why plans have to be laid soon,’ he begged. ‘What can I do to prove myself to
you?’

‘Have you a suggestion?’

‘Well—’ The idea had come to him already in Athens. He and
Oleg had discussed it at length. ‘Yes. If you, my lady, can persuade the temporal governor – wh-wh-which you surely can—’

The mountain growled again.

Sarpedon, master of Atlantis’ one small shipyard, ran a hand through his thinning gray hair. ‘I’m doubtful,’ he said. ‘We’re
not set up here like at Knossos or Tiryns, you know. We mainly do repair and maintenance work. Don’t actually build anything
larger than a boat.’ He stared down at the papyrus Reid had spread on a table. A finger traced the drawing. ‘Still – but no.
Too much material needed.’

‘The governor will release timber, bronze, cordage, everything, from the royal warehouse,’ Reid pressed him. ‘He only asks
for your agreement on feasibility. And it is feasible. I’ve seen craft like this in action.’

That wasn’t true, unless you counted movies. (A world of moving pictures, light at the flick of a switch, motors, skyscrapers,
spacecraft, antibiotics, radio links, an hour’s hop through the air between Crete and Athens … unreal, fantastic, a fading
dream. Reality was this cluttered room, this man who wore a loincloth and worshiped a bull that was also the sun, the creak
of wooden wheels and the clop-clop of unshod donkey hoofs from a street outside, a street in lost Atlantis; reality was the
girl who held his arm and waited breathlessly for him to unfold his next marvel.) But he had read books; and, while he was
not a marine designer, as an architect he was necessarily enough of an engineer for this work.

‘Um-m. Um-m.’ Sarpedon tugged his chin. ‘Fascinating notion, I must say.’

‘I don’t understand what difference it will make,’ Erissa ventured shyly. ‘I’m sorry, but I don’t.’

‘At present,’ Reid explained, ‘a ship is nothing but a means for getting from here to there.’

She blinked. Her lashes were longer and thicker, her eyes even more luminous, than they would be when she was forty and fading.
‘Oh, but ships are beautiful!’ she said. ‘And sacred to Our Lady of the Deeps.’ The second sentence was dutiful; the first
shone from her.

‘Well, in war, then.’ Reid sighed. ‘Consider. Except for sling-stones, arrows, and javelins, you can’t have a real battle
at sea before you’ve grappled fast to your enemy. And then it’s a matter of boarding, hand-to-hand combat, no different from
a
fight on land except that quarters are cramped and footing uncertain.’

He returned his glance to Sarpedon, reluctantly. ‘I admit that a vessel such as I propose will use more stuff than a regular
galley,’ he told the yardmaster. ‘In particular, it’ll tie up a great deal of bronze in its beak. However, the strength of
Crete has always lain in keels rather than spears, right? Whatever makes a more effective navy will repay the Thalassocrat
ten times over.

‘Now.’ He tapped his drawing. ‘The ram alone is irresistible. You know how fragile hulls are. This prow is reinforced. Striking,
it’ll send any opponent to the bottom. Soldiers aren’t needed, just sailors. Think of the saving in manpower. And because
this vessel can destroy one after another in a full-dress naval engagement, fewer of its type are needed than galleys. So
the size of the navy can be reduced. You get a large net saving in materials too.’

Erissa looked distressed. ‘But we have no enemies left,’ she said.

The hell you don’t, Reid didn’t say. Instead: ‘Well, you mount guard against possible preparation for hostilities. And you
maintain patrols to suppress piracy. And those same patrols give aid to distressed vessels, which is good for commerce and
so for your prosperity. And there are no few voyages to waters where the Minos does not rule and the natives might get greedy.
True?

‘Very well. This longer hull gives greater speed. And this strange-looking rudder and rig make it possible to sail against
any but the foulest winds, crisscrossing them. Oarsmen tire and need rest oftener than airs drop to a dead calm. What we have
here is a ship that’s not only invincible but can out-travel anything you’ve ever imagined. Therefore, again, fewer are required
for any given purpose. The savings can go into making the realm stronger and wealthier.

‘The governor is most interested,’ Reid finished pointedly, ‘and likewise the Ariadne.’

‘Well, I’m interested too,’ Sarpedon replied. ‘I’d like to try it. By Asterion’s tail, I would—! Um, beg pardon, Sister.
… But I dare not pledge it’ll succeed. The work’d go slowly at best. Not only because we’ve no large facilities here. You
wouldn’t believe how conservative shipwrights, carpenters, sailmakers, the whole lot of them are. We’d have to stand over
them with cudgels, I swear, to make them turn out work as peculiar as this.’ Shrewdly: ‘And no doubt we’ll have many a botch,
many a detail nobody had thought of. And sailors are at least as hidebound as craftsmen. You’ll not get them to learn a whole
new way of seafaring. Better you recruit among young fellows itchy for adventure. The town’ll have ample of those, now when
winter’s closing down the trade lanes. However, training them up will take time also.’

‘I have time,’ Reid snapped.

Lydra was not about to let him go. And she might well be right, that some such proof of his bona fides as this was needful.
Though she’d been strangely hesitant to endorse the scheme—

He added: The governor doesn’t want your promise that this ship will perform as well as I claim, Sarpedon. Only that it won’t
be a total loss – that it won’t sink when launched, for instance, or that it can be reconverted to something more conventional
if necessary. You can judge that for yourself, can’t you?’

‘I suppose I can,’ the yardmaster murmured. ‘I suppose I can. I’d want to talk over certain items, like ballasting when there’s
this weight in the bows. And I’ll want a model made to demonstrate these crazy fore-and-aft sails. But… yes, we can surely
talk further.’

‘Good. We’re bound to reach agreement.’

‘Oh, wonderful!’ Erissa hugged Reid’s waist.

He thought: Less wonderful than I’d hoped for. It’ll keep me busy, what times you don’t, my beautiful; and that’s essential,
or I’ll go to pieces brooding. It should win me more authority, more freedom, than I’ve got – maybe enough that I can persuade
the Minos to save … whatever is possible. And mainly, it’s one screaming anachronism for me to be aboard, so that maybe I’ll
be noticed and rescued by the time travelers who’ll maybe come here to watch doomsday.

For us to be aboard, Erissa?

Christmas approached.

Reid could hardly think of the solstice festival under its right name. Now Britomartis the Maiden gave birth to Asterion,
who would die and be resurrected in spring, reign with his consort Rhea over summer and harvest, and fade away at last before
Grandmother Dictynna. Atlantis had less need of mid-winter
rejoicing than they did in the gloomy northlands, Reid remembered. But its people lived close to their gods. They honored
the day by processions, music, dancing – in the streets, after the maidens had danced with a bull in the town arena – exchange
of gifts and good wishes, finally feasts that often turned into orgies. For a month beforehand, they bustled and glowed with
readymaking.

Erissa took Reid around as much as her duties and his shipyard work allowed. The purpose was to sound out prospective crewmen;
but in this season especially, he and she were apt to be welcomed with wine, an invitation to dinner, and conversation afterward
until all hours. The motive wasn’t only that her presence was considered to bring luck to a house and he was a celebrity –
would have become more of one were he less withdrawn, less inclined to sad reveries. The Atlanteans were glad of any new face,
any fresh word; their whole spirit was turned outward.

Often he couldn’t help sharing their gaiety and Erissa’s. Something might yet be done to rescue them, he would think. The
construction project was going well, and fascinating in its own right. So if several rhytons had eased him, and Erissa sat
gazing at him with lamplight soft upon her, and an old skipper had just finished some tremendous yarn about a voyage to Colchis,
the Tin Islands, the Amber Sea … once, by God, storm-driven to what had to be America, and a three-year job of building a
new vessel after the Painted Men were persuaded to help, and a long haul home across the River Ocean … he would loosen up
and tell them, from his country, what he guessed they could most easily understand.

Afterward, walking to their boat, the links they bore guttering in the night and now lifting her out of shadow, now casting
her back: he wasn’t sure if he himself understood any longer what he had been talking about.

The day after solstice dawned clear and quiet. In the town and the farmsteads they slept off their celebrations, on the isle
their devotions. Reid, who had had little of either, woke early. Wandering down dew-soaked garden paths, he found Erissa waiting
for him. ‘I hoped you would come.’ He could scarcely hear her. The lashes moved along her cheekbones. ‘This is … a free time
… for everyone. I thought – I packed food – I thought we might—’

They rowed, not to the city but to a spot beyond which she indicated. Their route passed through the shadow of the volcano;
but it too was still this day, and little silvery fish streaked the water. Having tied the boat, they hiked across a ridge,
the narrowest on Atlantis, to the seacoast. She knew these hills as well as did any of the bulls they glimpsed, majestically
dreaming near hay-filled racks in an otherwise empty huge landscape. A trail led them to a cove on the southern shore. Cliffs
enclosed it, save where they opened on a blueness that sparkled to the horizon. Closer at hand the water was green and gold,
so clear that you could see pebbles on the bottom yards from the sandy beach. Wavelets lapped very gently; here was no wind.
The dark bluffs drank sunlight and gave it back.