Rodvard felt a cold sweat of peril4. The silver bear leaped from his fingers, and it was his fortune that he caught it before it reached the floor. The captain sat with eyes down, not appearing to notice. Bottle clacked on table; the one-eyed man poured himself a deep draught5, and at the sound of the door opening, said; “Stay.”
Rodvard turned. Both the captain’s hands were on the table, gripping the winecup and he was staring into it as though it were a miniature of his beloved. “Come here.”
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(Fear: but what could one do or say?) Rodvard glided6 to his post in serving-position behind the chair. For a long breathless moment no sound but the steady pace of someone on the deck above, muted slap of waves and clatter7 of ship’s gear. Then the head came up, Rodvard saw how the rich lips were working (and in that single eye read not only the horrible lust8 he had expected, but that which gave him something akin9 to pity, a ghastly agony of spirit, a question that read; “Shall I never be free?”) Captain Betzensteg lifted the cup in his two hands and tossed off the contents at a gulp10, gagged, gave a growl11 of “Arrgh!” and, reaching up his left hand, ran it pattingly over Rodvard’s buttocks.
“No,” said the young man under his breath, pulling away. The captain jerked to his feet, violently oversetting his chair, and with distorted face, drove his fist against the table. “Idiot!” he cried. “Do you not know your benefit?” and reaching to his purse, tossed clanking against the bottle a handful of coins. Rodvard shrunk away, and giving a kind of mewing cry as the one-eyed creature leaped, tried for the door. His foot caught something, he took three desperate lunges, gripped the handle as the huge fist caught the side of his head and spilled him through onto the deck, senseless.
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When next he knew, there was a sour smell of wine, it was dark and dripping sounded. He could not think through the curtain of headache; the scampering12 was undoubtedly13 rat, but why? Where was added to why with slowly gathering14 memory—still on the ship certainly, since the bare boards on which he lay heaved with a slow and even beat.
The right side of his neck was sore, and the opposite soreness was on his head. He thought: ah, for why am I so punished? and heaved himself upon an elbow to find a pannikin of water by his side, which he drank greedily. It was dark, a kind of velvet15 twilight16; yet not so dark that he failed to make out that he lay prisoned in a narrow passage between tall casks that rose on either hand, groaning17 in their lashings. The quantity of light must mean day was outside, and he had lain a long time. Now he came afoot and wondered whether he should seek the deck, but decided18 contrary, since someone for some reason had brought him here, and there might be perils19 abroad. Sleep? Ah, no. He sat down to think out his situation, but could make no sense of any part, therefore abandoned the effort, and with a tinge20 of regret over his lost books, let his mind run along the line of Iren Dostal’s sweet rhymes until tears reached his eyes.
This could not occupy him forever, either; a profound and trembling ennui21 came on him, so his fingers made small motions tracing out an imaginary design. A long time; a step sounded, coming down from somewhere and then along among the casks. Krotz. He said:
“You must be careful. Oh, do not make a noise. He would hurt me if he knew I helped you. Here.”
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In the gloom something was thrust against Rodvard’s hand which, by the touch, he knew for a dish of congealing22 food. “What is it?” he asked. “I was struck and lost remembrance.”
“You truly do not know? I thought it was feigned23 when you failed to speak as he said you were to be thrown overside, and he took the young Kjermanash—.” A shout sounded flatly from above. “Oh, I could hurt him. I must go.” The last words went dim as Krotz disappeared among the tall columns of casks and Rodvard was left to his meditations24. The food was a stew25 of lamb, and it tasted like candle-grease.
Dark had come before the lad did again, with a meal even worse than its foregoer; trembling and unwilling26 to talk. Rodvard found himself fingering round the great casks from one curve to another, counting the planks27 in them and thinking whether there might not be some mathematical relation in the figures he counted. A futile28 thing to do, he told himself, wishing he had Dr. Remigorius’ philosophy, who often spoke29 of how a man should be complete in himself, since each one lives in a self-built cell of pellucid30 glass and may touch another only with, not through, that veil. Ah, bah! It is not true (he thought); I have been touched sharply enough by this very Remigorius, but for whom I’d not be in such a coil, with Lalette and Damaris, ideals thrown down, and on a mad voyage to nowhere. . . . There was something wrong with this, on which he could not put the finger—so now he fell to counting the planks again, or try to make a poem, ending the effort with an inward twitter, as though mice were running under his skin, as he waited, not with patience, for the next arrival of Krotz with his purloined31 food.
The lad was faithful, but always looking over his shoulder; trembling so that it was nearly impossible to get two consecutive32 words from him, by which it came about that there was no plan for Rodvard’s escape when the word was that Charalkis Head had come in sight. The ship would lie that night in the harbor of Mancherei’s brick-built capital, and what counsel now? Shifting his feet like a dancer, Krotz said he thought Rodvard might easily slip past the deck-guard into the water; but this scheme split on the fact that he lacked the skill of swimming. All was still undecided that night; a sharp sword of apprehension33 pricked34 his fitful sleep, nor were matters amended35 when he was fully36 roused by hammerings over the doors of his prison.
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Kjermanash voices sounded their customary cackle. A shaft37 of light struck down, so brilliant that Rodvard’s dark-hooded eyes could scarcely bear it, and he shrank back along the cask-alley38, hands over face. It was not the best means of hiding; down swung one of the Kjermanash to fix the tackle for lifting out the cargo39, gave a whoop40 and pounced41, being presently joined by other sailors. There was much laughter and excited talk in their own language; they patted Rodvard and tweaked the long-grown hair on his face, then urged him up the ladder deckward, with “Key-yip! Kee-yup!” and a sheath-knife that banged him in the crotch from behind as he climbed, blinking.
At the top he stumbled out on a deck where the mate stood, wrinkling eyes against the sun. “Puke-face, by the Service! I thought you had been fish-farts long ago. Ohé, captain! Here’s your cheating mechanician!”
Now Rodvard noticed that Captain Betzensteg was a few paces beyond, talking to a man in a decent grey jacket and a red-peaked hat, but wearing no badge of status. The one-eyed monster turned, and his full lips twisted. “Put him in the lazarette with chains, since he’s so slippery. Well have the trial at sea.”
The single eye looked on Rodvard (and it said one thing only—“Death.”)
The young man staggered; he cried desperately42: “I appeal.”
“A captain’s judge on his own ship. I reject your appeal. Take him away.”
Said the man in grey; “A moment, Ser Captain. This is not good law for the dominion43 of Mancherei, in whose authority you now stand. We have one judge that stands above every mortal protestation, that is, the God of love, whose law was set forward by our Prophet.”
The captain snarled44, black and sour; “This is my ship. I order you to leave it.”
The man in the grey jacket had a thin, ascetic45 face. One eyebrow46 jagged upward; “This is our port. I order you to leave it without discharging a single item of your cargo.”
“You dare not. Our Queen—”
“Has no rule in Mancherei. That was tried out at the time of the Tritulaccan war. Young ser, what is the ground of your appeal to our law?”
(The Blue Star was cold as cold on Rodvard’s heart, but there seemed a bright shimmer47 like a haze48 in the eyes that met his, and not a thought could he make out through it.) He said; “Because the captain of this ship would be both jury and accuser.”
“He lies,” growled49 Betzensteg. “My underofficer is the accuser, for that this man refused to repair a drop-gear.”
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“That is a question of fact, to be decided by a court which can gain nothing from the decision,” said the man in grey, calmly. He swung to Rodvard. “Young man, do you place yourself in the justice of Mancherei, to accept the rule and decision of its authority?”
“Oh, yes,” cried Rodvard (willing to do anything to escape the terror of that baneful50 optic).
The man in grey produced a small paper scroll51 and touched Rodvard lightly on the arm. “Then I do declare you under the law of the Prophet of Mancherei; and you, Ser Captain, will interfere52 at your gravest peril. Young man, take your place in my boat.”
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Rodvard was motioned to the bow of the craft, from which floated a banner with a device much resembling a dove, but it was in the false heraldry of grey on white, and hard to make out. Spray was salt on his face; as they reached a stone dock a ladder was lowered down, and he would have waited for the grey man, but the latter motioned him imperiously to go up first.
The pierside street hummed with an activity that to Rodvard seemed far more purposeful than that of languid Netznegon, with horses and drays, porters bearing packages, men on horseback or in little two-wheeled caleches, pausing to talk to each other under the striped shadows thrown across the wharfs53 by a forest of tall masts. Their clothes were different. From a tavern54 came a sound of song, though it was early in the morning. (It seemed to Rodvard that most of the people were more cheerful than those of his homeland; and he thought it might be that the Prophet’s rule had something to do with it.)
“This way,” said one of the barge-rowers, and touched him on the arm. He was guided across the dock and up to a pillared door where persons hurried in and out. “What is your name?” asked the grey man, pausing on the step; made an annotation55, then said to the rower guide; “Take him to the Hawkhead Tavern and see that he has breakfast. Here is your warrant. I will send archers56 for the complaining mate, but I do not think the court will hear the case before the tenth glass of the afternoon.”
“I am a prisoner?” asked Rodvard.
The other’s face showed no break. “No; but you will find it hard to run far. Be warned; if you are not condemned57 unheard, no more are you released because the accuser overrode58 his right. The doctrine59 of our Prophet gives every grace, but not until every debt is paid and the learner finds by what it was he has been deceived.”
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He made a perfunctory salutation and turned on his heel. Rodvard went with the rower, a burly man in a shirt with no jacket over it, asking as he strode along; “What was it he meant by saying I’d find it hard to run far?”
The face composed in wrinkles of astonishment60. “Why, he’s an Initiate61! You’d no more than think on an evasion62 when the guards would be at your heels.”
Rodvard looked at him in counter-surprise (and a shiver ran through him at the thought that these people of the Prophet might somehow have learned to read minds without the intervention63 of any Blue Star, a thing he had heard before only as a rumor). “What!” he said to change the subject. “I see no badges of status anywhere. Is it true that you have none in Mancherei?”
The man made a face. “No status in the dominion—at least that is what the learners and diaconals say in their services.” He looked across his shoulder. “They’ll give you status enough, though, if you hold to their diet of greens and fish. Bah. Here we are.”
The breakfast was not fish, but an excellent casserole of chicken, served by a red-faced maid, who slapped the rower when he reached for her knee. He laughed like a waterfall and ordered black ale. Rodvard hardly heard him, eating away with appetite in a little world of himself alone (hope mingling64 with danger at the back of his mind), so that it was a surprise when the rower nudged him and stood.
“The reckoning’s made for you, Bogolan,” he said. “Come the meridian65, you’ve only to ask for bread and cheese and beer. Go out, wander, see our city; but do not fail to return by the tenth glass; and take notice, your Dossolan coin will buy nothing in shops here, it is a crime to take such monies.”
He swaggered out. The last words recalled Rodvard to his penniless condition, and he looked along himself uncomfortably, seeing for the first time how the black servant’s costume he had from Mathurin was all streaked66, dirty and odorous, with a tear at the breast where the badge had been wrenched67 off. There was no desire to present himself to the world in such an appearance. He shrank back behind the table into the angle made by panelling and the tall settee to think and wait out his time, watching the room around him. On the floor of the place, the press of breakfasters was relaxing; maids were deliberate over clattering68 dishes, calling to one another in strong, harsh voices. He could not catch the eye of any to use his Blue Star in reading her thought, which might have been a pastime; and his own affairs were in such suspense69 and turmoil70 that thinking seemed little use. After a while the shame of merely crouching71 there overcame that of his garb72, so he got up and went outside.
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The town was in full tide, and noisy. There was no clear vista73 in any direction, the streets lacking Netznegon city’s long boulevards, angling and winding74 instead. The buildings were set well apart from each other. Rodvard feared being lost among the intricacies of these avenues, therefore formed the design of keeping buildings on his right hand and so going around a square, crossing no streets, which must ultimately bring him safely to his starting-place.
The district was one of houses of commerce, mingled75 with tall, blank-faced tenements76. A droll77 fact: there were no children in sight. In the shop-windows were many articles of clothing, so beautifully made they might have been worn by lords and princesses. He did not see many other goods, save in one window that displayed a quantity of clerks’ materials, rolls of parchment, quills78 and books, nearly all finely arabesqued or gilded—which set him to wondering about what manner of clerks worked with such tools.
The inn swung round its circle to present him its door again. It was not yet the meridian, therefore he crossed the street and made another circuit, this time reaching a street where there were many warehouses79 with carts unloading. Round the turn from this was a house of religion, with the two pillars surmounted80 by an arch, as in Dossola, but the arch was altered by being marked with the device of a pair of clasped hands, carved in wood. A man came out; like the one who had rescued Rodvard from the ship, he was dressed in grey. The look of his face and cant81 of his head were so like the other’s that Rodvard almost spoke to him before discovering he was heavier built. The grey clothing must be a kind of uniform or costume.
A wall bordered the grounds of this building, with a cobbled alley, which had a trickle82 down its middle. Rodvard followed it, pausing to look at wind-torn placards which lay one over the other, proclaiming now a festival for a byegone date, the departure of a ship for Tritulacca, a notice against the perusal83 of the latest book by Prince Pavinius, or a fair for the sale of goods made by certain persons called the Myonessae, a new word to Rodvard. The alley at length carried him to face the inn again. He wished for a book to beguile84 the time, but that being a vain desire, went in to seek his former place. Not until he sat down did he see that the nook opposite him was occupied.
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It was a little man, hunched85 in a long cloak, so old that his nose hooked over his chin, making him look like a bird. Before him was a mug of pale beer; he was deep in thought and did not look up as Rodvard sat down, but after a moment or two sipped86, smacked87 his lips and said; “Work, work, work, that’s all they think of.”
Said Rodvard (glad of any company); “It does not do to work too heavily.”
The gaffer still did not elevate his eyes. “I can remember, I can, how it used to be in the Grand Governor’s time, before he called himself Prophet, when on holy days we did not labor88. And we going out on the streets to watch processions pass from Service with the colors and silks, but now they only sneak89 off to the churches as though they were ashamed of it, then work, work, work.”
He drank more of his beer. Rodvard was somewhat touched by his speech, for though he was hardly one to defend Amorosians to each other, it was just these processions in silks while so many were without bread that bore hard on Dossola. He said; “Ser, it would seem to me that no man would worry for working, if he could have his reward.”
The old man lifted his eyes from his mug (Rodvard catching90 behind them a feeling of indifference91 to any reward but calm) and said; “Silence for juniors, speech for seniors.”
One of the maids approached; Rodvard asked for his bread and cheese and beer, and drew from her a smile so generous that he looked sharp (and saw that she would welcome an advance, but the thought at the back of her mind was money). The ancient shivered down into his cloak again, not speaking till she was gone.
Then he said; “Reward, eh? What use is your reward and finding money to spend when it buys nothing but gaudy92 clothes and a skinfull of liquor, no credit or position at all? Answer me that. I tell you I would not be unhappy if we went back to the old Queen’s rule, and that’s the truth, even if they send me to instruction for it.”
“Ser, may I pose you a question?” asked Rodvard.
“Questions show proper respect and willingness to be taught. Ask it.”
The food came. Rodvard nibbled93 at his cheese and asked; “Ser, Is it not better and freer to live here where there is no status?”
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“No status, no,” said the old man, gloomily. “And there’s the pain, right there. In the old days a man was reasonable secure where he stood, he could look up to those above and share their glory, and we had real musicians and dancing troupes94 as many as a hundred, who made it an art, so that the souls of those who watched them were advanced. Where are they now? All gone off to Dossola; and now all anyone here can do is work, work, work, grub, grub, grub. It is the same in everything. I can recall how joyous95 I was when I was a young man in the days of the Grand Governor before the last, and received my first commission, which was to carve a portrait bust96 for Count Belodon, who was secretary financial. A bust of his mistress it was, and I made it no higher than this, out of walrus97 ivory from Kjermanash, as fine a thing as I ever did. But now all they want is dadoes for doorways98. No art in that.”
“Yet it would seem to me,” said Rodvard, “that you have some security of life here, so that no man need go hungry if he will labor.”
“No spirit in it. Will go on, men working like ants till one day they are gone and another ant falls into their place. No spirit in it; nothing done for the joy of creation, so they must have laws to make men work.”
He went silent, staring into his beer, nor could Rodvard draw more words from him. Presently a young lad with long, fair hair came peering down the line of booths until he reached this one, when he said that the old man, whom he addressed as grandfather, must follow him at once to the shop, where he was wanted for carving99 the face of a clock.
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