The Many-Coloured Land - 1 (39 page)

"Impressive," said Felice. "Can you do others?"

The Firvulag's eyes twinkled. "We have our favorites, little one. The visions-of-the-eye are the least of it, you understand."

"I do," said Felice. "Since you had to flee the amphicyons, I conclude that they're not affected by your powers."

The exotic sighed. "A perverse species. We have to watch out for the hyaenids, too, but at least they can't be tamed by the Foe."

"I can control bear-dogs," Fetke said in soft persuasion. "If I had a golden torc, I could help win this war of yours. Why won't you give me what you've already given Madame Guderian?"

"Earn it," said the Firvulag, licking his lips.

Felice clenched her fists. She forced a smile. "You're afraid. But I wouldn't use my metafunctions against any of you. I swear it!"

"Prove it."

"Damn you!" She started toward the tittle man, her doll-like face twisted with rage. "How? How?"

Madame intervened, "Felice, compose yourself. Be seated."

Fitharn stretched out his peg and groaned. "More wood for the fire! I'm chilled to the bone and my leg-long-gone torments me with phantom pain."

Amerie said, "I have a medication ... if you're certain that your protoplasm is near-humanoid."

He gave her a broad grin and nodded, extending the stump. As she applied a minidoser he cried, "Ah, better, better! Té's blessing, if you can use such a thing, Sister."

"Masculine, feminine, only aspects of the One. Our races are closer than you think, Fitharn of the Firvulag."

"Perhaps." The little man stared morosely into his winecup.

Madame said, "When you arrived, Fitharn, I was explaining to the newcomers my plan. Perhaps you will be good enough to assist me. Tell them, if you will, the story of the Ship's Grave."

Once again, the exotic's cup was filled with wine. "Very well come close and listen. This is Brede's Tale, which was told to me by my own grandfather, gone these five hundred years to Te's dark womb until the great rebirth, when Te and Tana shall be sisters no more, but One, and Firvulag and Tanu cease at last their contention in the truce that shall have no end..."

He was silent for a long while, holding the cup to his lips and dosing his eyes against the hot wine's rich fumes. Finally he set the vessel beside him, folded his hands in his lap, and told the tale in an oddly cadenced singsong:

"When Brede's Ship, through Té's compassion, brought us here, its mighty striving drained its heart and strength and mind, and so it died that we might live. When we left the Ship our flyers spread their curving wings, and people sang the Song together, friend with foe. We made our weeping way to where the Grave would be. We saw the Ship come burning from the east. We saw it coming through the high air and the low. It howled its agony. As the rising of a planet's sun dismisses night, so did the flaming of our Ship transform the very day, and make the Earth-star dim.

"The passing of the Ship devoured the air. The forests and the eastern mountains fell and thunder rolled around the world. The waters steamed within the brackish eastern seas. No living thing survived along the westward-trending path of death, but we watched sorrowing until the end. The Ship cried out aloud, it burst, it yielded up its soul Its falling made the planet moan. The air, the waters, planet-crust, and Ship had merged into a glowing holocaust of stormy wound. But we stayed there until the fire was quenched by rain and tears of Brede, and then we flew away.

"Then Pallol, Medor, Sharn, and Yeochee, Kuhsarn the Wise and Lady Klahnino, the Thagdal, Boanda, Mayvar, and Dionket, Lugonn the Shining One and Leyr the Brave, the best of Tanu and of Firvulag, went forth into the setting sun to find a living-place while still the Truce prevailed and none should fight. The Tanu chose Finiah on the riverside; but we, far wiser, took High Vrazel on the fogbound mountain crag. This being done, one task alone remained, to consecrate the Grave.

"In final flight the aircraft took to air. We rode within them to the place, and all embarked to stand upon a rim of land above a cup of liquid sky too wide to see across, while all around the land lay scorched and still. We watched a Great Ordeal, the first upon this world, with Sharn contending for the Firvulag and for the Tanu, bright Lugonn. With Sword and Spear they smote until their armor blazed and birds fell from the sky and heedless watchers lost their eyes. They battled for a month of hours and longer still, until the folk who watched screamed out as one, transfigured in the glory that redounded to the Ship and solemnized its death.

"At last, brave Sharn could bear no more. He fell with Sword in hand, steadfast until the end. The victory was won by bright Lugonn whose Spear had caused the crater's lake to boil and liquefied the rocks and conjured sparkling dew that merged its tears with ours. And thus the votive offerings of Man and Blade were chosen for the consecration of the Grave. We marched away, the voices of our minds raised up in Song for one last time in honor of the Ship and also him who there was offered up to captain it upon its voyage to the healing dark. There, comforted within the Goddess's womb, they wait the coming of the light..."

The Firvulag raised his cup and drained it. He stretched his arms with a pop and crackle of ligaments and sat staring at Felice with a whimsical expression.

Madame Guderian said, "Within this ancient tale are certain pieces of information that repay our study. You will have noted the reference to aircraft. These are dearly machines of some sophistication, since they were able to leave the moribund Ship prior to its entrance into Earth's atmosphere. Given the advanced technology implied by the encapsulation of the passengers within the intergalactic organism, one can hardly assume the smaller craft to be simple reaction-engine fuelers. It is more likely that they were gravo-magnetically powered, like our own eggs and subluminal spaceships. And if so..."

Richard interrupted, wide-eyed. "They'd probably still be operational! And Pegleg said his people marched away from the Grave, so they must have left the aircraft there. Son of a bitch!"

"Where are they?" cried Felice. "Where's this Grave?" The little Firvulag said, "When a person dies among us, the remains are taken by the family or friends to a secret place, one that none of the mourners has ever seen before. After the interment ceremony, the grave is never visited again. Its very location is blotted from the mind lest the remains be disturbed by the Foe or by irreverent rascals who would steal the funerary offerings." "Quaint customs," Richard said.

Felice wailed, "Then you don't know where the Ship's Grave is?"

"It's been a thousand years," the little man replied.

Richard flung the ladle into the stewpot with a clang. "But, dammit, it's gotta be a whackin' great crater! What'd he say, ? A cup of liquid sky too wide to see across.' And it lies east of Finiah."

"We have been searching," Madame said. "Ever since I first heard the tale three years ago and conceived the plan, we looked for the Ship's Grave as best we could. But understand the terrain, Richard! The Black Forest lies beyond the Rhine to the east In our day it was a minor range, a picturesque parkland full of hikers and carvers of cuckoo clocks. But now the Schwarzwald mountains are younger and higher. There are portions well above twenty-five hundred meters, rugged and dangerous to cross and a notorious haunt of les Criards, the Howling Ones."

"And do you know who they are?" inquired the Firvulag,

smirking at Richard. "They're the people like me who don't like people like you. The snotty ones who won't let King Yeo-chee or anyone else tell 'em who their enemies are."

Madame said, "We have, over the past years, done a precarious exploration of the middle portion of the Black Forest -range, north of Finiah. Even with the help of friendly Firvulag such as our good friend Fitharn, the project has been fraught with peril. Ten of our people have been killed and three driven mad. Five more vanished without a trace."

"And we lost some of our lads to the Hunt, too," Pegleg added. "Guiding humans just isn't healthy work."

Madame went on, "Forty or fifty kilometers east of the Black Forest begins the Swabian Alb, a part of the Jura. It is said to be full of caves inhabited by monstrous hyenas. Not even the malign Firvulag care to dwell in this territory, although it is rumored that a handful of grotesque mutants eke out a pathetic livelihood in sheltered valleys. Yet it is in this inhospitable country that the Ship's Grave is most likely to be found. And with it, not only workable flying machines but perhaps other andent treasures as well."

"Would there be weapons in the aircraft?" Felice asked.

"Only one," said the Firvulag Fitham, staring into the fire. "The Spear. But it would be enough, if you could get your hands on it."

Scowling, Richard said, "But I thought the Spear belonged to the guy named Lugonn, and he was the winner of the fight!"

"The winner received the privilege of sacrificing himself," Madame explained. "Lugonn, Shining Hero of the Tanu, raised the visor of his golden glass helmet and accepted the thrust of his own Spear through his eyes. His body was left at the crater, together with the weapon."

"But what the hell good would this Spear do us?" Richard asked.

Fitharn spoke softly. "It isn't the kind of weapon you might think. Any more than the Sword of our late hero, Sharn the Atrocious, which the obscene Nodonn has had in his thieving clutches in Goriah for forty years, is any kind of ordinary sword."

'They are both photoaic weapons," Madame said. "The only two that the exotics brought from their home galaxy. They were to be used only by the great heroes, to defend the Ship in case of pursuit or, later, in the most exalted forms of ritual fighting."

"Nowadays," said Chief Burke, "the Sword only serves as the trophy of the Grand Combat. Nodonn's had it so long because the Tanu have won the contest for forty years running. Needless to say, there's little chance we'd ever be able to get our hands on the Sword. But the Spear is another matter."

"Christ!" Richard spat in disgust "So to make Madame's plan work, all we have to do is mount a blind search over two-three thousand square kloms crawling with man-eating spooks and giant hyenas and find this antique zapper. Probably clutched in some Tanu skeleton's hand."

"And around his neck," Felice said, "is a golden torc."

"We will find the Ship's Grave," Madame stated. "We will search until we do."

Old Claude hauled himself to his feet with some difficulty, limped over to the pile of dry wood, and picked up an armful. "I don't think any more blind hunting will be necessary," he said, tossing the sticks onto the blaze. A great cloud of sparks soared into the Tree's black height.

Everybody stared at him.

Chief Burke asked, "Do yon know where this crater might be?"

"I know where it has to be. Only one astrobleme in Europe fits the bill. The Ries."

The stout fighter with the pipe smacked his own forehead and exclaimed, "Das Rieskessel bei Nordlingenl Naturlich! What a bunch of stupid pricks we've been! Hansi! Gert! We read about it in kindergarten!"

"Hell, yes," sang out another man from the crowd. And a third Lowlife added, "But you gotta remember, Uwe, they told us kids a meteorite made the thing."

"The Ship's Grave!" one of the women cried out "It it's not just a myth, then there's a chance for us! We really might be able to free humanity from these bastards!" An exultant shout went up from the rest of the crowd.

"Be silent, for the love of God!" Madame implored them.

Her hand were clasped before her breast almost prayerfully as she addressed Claude. "You are certain? You are positive that this, this Ries must be the Ship's Grave?"

The old paleontologist picked up a branch from the woodpile. Scuffing an area of dust flat, he drew a vertical row of X's.

"There are the Vosges Mountains. We're on the western flank, about here." He poked, then slashed a line parallel to, and east of, the range. "Here's the Rhine, flowing roughly south to north through a wide rift valley. Finiah is here on the eastern bank." More X's were drawn behind the Tanu city. "Here's the Black Forest range, trending north-south just like the Vosges. Same basic geology. And beyond it, slanting off to the northeast, the Swabian Jura. This line I'm drawing under the Jura is the River Danube. It flows off east into the Pannonian Lagoon in Hungary, someplace over under the woodpile. And right about here..."

The entire company was on its feet, straining to see and holding its collective breath as the old man stabbed his branch down.

"...is the Ries astrobleme, A few kloms north of the Danube, at the site of the future city of Nördlingen, maybe three hundred kloms east of here. And sure as God made little green apples, that's your Ship's Grave. It's a crater more than twenty-five kloms in diameter. The largest in Europe."

There was an uproar among the Lowlife folk. People crowded in to congratulate Claude and get refills of wine. Someone got out a reed flute and began to play a sprightly tune. Others laughed and danced about. The day that had begun in panicked flight from exotic enemies showed signs of ending as a celebration.

Ignoring the merrymakers, Madame whispered to Chief Burke. She and the Native American beckoned to the remnant of Group Green and withdrew into a deeply shadowed part of the hollow sequoia.

"It may be possible," Madame said, "just barely possible, to implement the plan yet this year. But we will have to set out at once. You must lead, Peo. And I must also go to detect and repel the Howling Ones. We will require your help to find the crater, Claude and that of Felice to coerce hostile animals same coin as that unjustly used. The loss of your starship, of your livelihood, was not enough and you know it! You must give of yourself, and then you will no longer despise yourself. Help us. Help your friends who need you.

"Damn..." He bunked away the mist that had risen in his eyes.

Save.

His words were barely audible. "All right." The others were all looking at him, but he could not see their eyes. "I'll go with you. I'll fly the aircraft back here if I can. But that's all I can promise."