The Sound of Seas (27 page)
Authors: Gillian Anderson,Jeff Rovin
EPILOGUE
T
he green lands loomed below, thick and full of new and colorful birds that flitted above and through the canopy. Whitecaps stormed the beaches with a healthy fury, washing a shore that glistened with countless beads of light set among the seemingly endless expanse of sand. The sound of the surf was energizing.
Not far above, an airship limped toward the coastline. It was battered and worn. Like its crew of twelve and its two guests, it was strained to near collapse, held together by strength of arm and will of spirit.
On deck, an exhausted
Standor
Qalaâat her command post for several sleep periods, without having restedâwatched the epic vista roll toward them as they soared below the thin clouds.
“I did not imagine such riches existed,”
Femora
Loi said from her side.
“She said it did,” Qala said.
“Who?”
“Someone quite remarkable,” the
Standor
said. She did not want to try and explain that the woman in the cabin was not the woman who had directed them here.
“I wish they could have seen this at home,” Loi said, his voice heavy.
“Perhaps they do see,” Qala replied.
The
Femora
shook his head. “I do not believe in the ascended,” the officer said. “I can say that, now that there are no Priests to prosecute me.”
“They were a resilient group, and the Technologists,” the
Standor
said. “Others may have escaped as we did.”
“I pray you are correctâonly for their lives, not their divisive beliefs.”
“See to a landing,” the
Standor
said. Her eyes drifted to the weakened balloon. “We will have to set down very soon.”
“Clearing or treetops?”
Femora
Loi asked.
“Treetops,” Qala said. “There might be predators and we have no weapons. We can re-rig the plank to descend from there.”
“The balloon?”
Standor
Qala considered the question carefully. “Deflate,” she said. “It hasn't much more life and I would not see it torn.”
“It will be done,” Loi replied.
As the
Standor
stood there, her beloved airship drifting lower and nearer to the trees, she heard a fresh creaking on the deck behind and below her. She turned to see Bayarma and Vilu, their eyes on the spectacle ahead. Qala motioned them to join her, and they climbed the narrow stairs. Qala could see that the woman's eyes were damp; she had a birth mother and birth daughter in Galderkhaan, and she had been mourning them in private. But her eyes quickly grew clear, her expression hopeful as she saw the new lands.
“Where are we?” Vilu asked eagerly as he gripped the railing and pulled himself up slightly.
“North,”
Standor
Qala replied.
“Lasha said there was nothing to the north but water,” the boy declared. “He told us he knew that because he was friends with Tawazh.”
“Lasha and the sky god will have to sort that out between them,” Qala replied. “For we have gone north, quite some distance, and there you see our new home.”
“What's it called?” Vilu asked.
“It doesn't have a name, as far as I know,” the
Standor
told him.
“Then let's call it Falkhaan-Qala,” he said. “That way people will always know who found it.” The boy beamed. “The greatest
Standor
in Galderkhaan, in all of history!”
“I'll think about that,” the
Standor
said, her gold eyes moving back to Bayarma. “Will you be all right?”
She looked at Qala with soft eyes. “The poet Volâyou know of him?”
“I do, though only from postings in the courtyards of . . .” Her voice trailed off, unable to say the name of any cities so recently lost. “I have seen some of his words, yes.”
“I read his scrolls to my daughter,” Bayarma said. “He wrote, âNothing is ever truly lost, so long as it is remembered.' I will never forget those who were unable to join us.” She stopped gesturing briefly to lay her hands on her chest. “They will always live here. Andâ”
She hesitated. With a look,
Standor
Qala encouraged her to go on.
“I believe in the Candescents,” the woman told her. “I believe they have a plan for us. I do not think we are here by accident.”
“We are here by the grace of the wind currents and by the heart of our crew,” Qala said. “If those be the work of the Candescents, then we are not here by accident.”
“Hull mooring imminent!”
Femora
Loi shouted across the deck to all hands.
The
Standor
put a loving arm around Bayarma's shoulders, picked up the boy with the other, and stepped back from the railing as the great airship sighed its last and thumped onto the sturdy tops of the great trees below. An emotional cheer rose from all quarters of the ship as the crew, save those who were deflating the balloon, turned toward the command post from their stations, toward their leader, waiting for instructions.
“Let us begin our new lives,” the
Standor
said as ropes secured the ship and envelope, and the survivors of Galderkhaan moved aft to meet their new home.
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GILLIAN ANDERSON is an award-winning film, television, and theater actor and producer, writer, and activist. She currently lives in London with her daughter and two sons.
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