Out Of The Silent Planet (11 page)

'To an eldil.'

'What is that? I saw no one.

'Are there no eldila in your world, Hman? That must be strange.'

'But what are they?'

'They come from Oyarsa - they are, I suppose, a kind of hnau.'

'As we came out today I passed a child who said she was taking to an eldil, but I
could see nothing.'

'One can see by looking at your eyes, Hman, that they are different from ours. But eldila are
hard to see. They are not like us. Light goes through them. You must be looking in the right
place and the right time; and that is not likely to come about unless the eldil wishes to be
seen. Sometimes you can mistake them for a sunbeam or even a movmg of the leaves; but when
you look again you see that it was an eldil and that it is gone. But whether your eyes can
ever see them I do not know. The seroni would know that.'

THE WHOLE village was astir next morning before the sunlight - already visible on the harandra -
had penetrated the forest. By the light of the cooking fires Ransom saw an incessant activity
of hrossa. The females were pouring out steaming food from clumsy pots; Hnohra was directing
the transportation of piles of spears to the boats; Hyoi, in the midst of a group of the most
experienced hunters, was talking too rapidly and too technically for Ransom to follow;
parties were arriving from the neighbouring villages; and the cubs, squeallng with excitement,
were running hither and thither among their elders.

He found that his own share in the hunt had been taken for granted. He was to be in Hyoi's
boat, with Hyoi and Whin. The two hrossa would take it in turns to paddle, while Ransom and
the disengaged hross would be in the bows. He understood the hrossa well enough to know that
they were making him the noblest offer in their power, and that Hyoi and Whin were each
tormented by the fear lest he should be paddling when the hnakra appeared. A short time ago,
in England, nothing would have seemed more impossible to Ransom than to accept the post of
honour and danger in an attack upon an unknown but certainly deadly aquatic monster. Even more
recently, when he had first fled from the sorns or when he had lain pitying himself in the forest
by night, it would hardly have been in his power to do what he was intending to do today. For
his intention was clear. Whatever happened, he must show that the human species also were hnau.
He was only too well aware that such resolutions might look very different when the moment
came, but he felt an unwonted assurance that somehow or other he would be able to go through
with it. It was necessary, and the necessary was always possible. Perhaps, too, there was
something in the air he now breathed, or in the society of the hrossa, which had begun to
work a change in him.

The lake was just giving back the first rays of the sun when he found himself kneeling side
by side with Whin, as he had been told to, in the bows of Hyoi's ship, with a little pile of
throwing-spears between his knees and one in his right hand, stiffening his body against the
motion as Hyoi paddled them out into their place. At least a hundred boats were taking part
in the hunt. They were in three parties. The central, and far the smallest, was to work its
way up the current by which Hyoi and Ransom had descended after their first meeting. Longer
ships than he had yet seen, eight-paddled ships, were used for this. The habit of the hnakra
was to float down the current whenever he could; meeting the ships, he would presumably dart
out of it into the still water to left or right. Hence while the central party slowly beat up
the current, the light ships, paddling far faster, would cruise at will up and down either side
of it to receive the quarry as soon as he broke what might be called his 'cover'. In this game
numbers and intelligence were on the side of the hrossa; the hnakra had speed on his side, and
also invisibility, for he could swim under water. He was nearly invulnerable except through
his open mouth. If the two hunters in the bows of the boat he made for muffed their shots,
this was usually the last of them and of their boat.

In the light skirmishing parties there were two things a brave hunter could aim at. He could
keep well back and close to the long ships where the hnakra was most likely to break out, or
he could get as far forward as possible in the hope of meeting the hnakra going at its full
speed and yet untroubled by the hunt, and of inducing it, by a well-aimed spear, to leave the
current then and there. One could thus anticipate the beaters and kill the beast - if that was
how the matter ended on one's own. This was the desire of Hyoi and Whin; and almost - so
strongly they infected him - of Ransom. Hence, hardly had the heavy craft of the beaters begun
their slow progress up-current amid a wall of foam when he found his own ship speeding northward
as fast as Hyoi could drive her, already passing boat after boat and making for the freest water.
The speed was exhilarating. In the cold morning the warmth of the blue expanse they were clearing
was not unpleasant. Behind them arose, re-echoed from the remote rock pinnacles on either side
of the valley, the bell-like, deepmouthed voices of more than two hundred hrossa, more musical
than a cry of hounds but closely akin to it in quality as in purport. Something long sleeping
in the blood awoke in Ransom. It did not seem impossible at this moment that even he might be
the hnakra-slayer; that the fame of Hman hnakrapunt might be handed down to posterity in this
world that knew no other man. But he had had such dreams before, and knew how they ended. Imposing
humility on the newly risen riot of his feelings, he turned his eyes to the troubled water of
the current which they were skirting, without entering, and watched intently.

For a long time nothing happened. He became conscious of the stiffness of his attitude and
deliberately relaxed his muscles. Presently Whin reluctantly went aft to paddle, and Hyoi came
forward to take his place. Almost as soon as the change had been effected, Hyoi spoke softly
to him and said, without taking his eyes off the current:

'There is an eldil coming to us over the water.'

Ransom could see nothing - or nothing that he could distinguish from imagination and the dance
of sunlight on the lake. A moment later Hyoi spoke again, but not to him.

'What is it, sky-born?'

What happened next was the most uncanny experience Ransom had yet had on Malacandra. He heard
the voice. It seemed to come out of the air, about a yard above his head, and it was almost
an octave higher than the hross's - higher even than his own. He realized that a very little
difference in his ear would have made the eldil as in-audible to him as it was invisible.

'It is the Man with you, Hyoi,' said the voice. 'He ought not to be there. He ought to be going
to Oyarsa. Bent hnau of his own kind from Thulcandra are following him; he should go to Oyarsa.
If they find him anywhere else there will be evil.'

'He hears you, sky-born,' said Hyoi. 'And have you no message for my wife? You know what she
wishes to be told.'

'I have a message for Hleri,' said the eldil. 'But you will not be able to take it. I go to
her now myself. All that is well. Only - let the Man go to Oyarsa.'

Thete was a moment's silence.

'He is gone,' said Whin. 'And we have lost our share in the hunt.'

'Yes,' said Hyoi with a sigh. 'We must put Hman ashore and teach him the way to Meldilorn.'

Ransom was not so sure of his courage but that one part of him felt an instant relief at the
idea of any diversion from their present business. But the other part of him urged him to hold
on to his new-found manhood; now or never - with such companions or with none - he must leave
a deed on his memory instead of one more broken dream. It was in obedience to something like
conscience that lie exclaimed:

'No, no. There is time for that after the hunt. We must kill the hnakra first.'

'Once an eldil has spoken,' began Hyoi, when suddenly Whin gave a great cry (a 'bark' Ransom
would have called it three weeks ago) and pointed. There, not a furlong away, was the
torpedo-like track of foam; and now, visible through a wall of foam, they caught the metallic
glint of the monster's sides Whin was paddling furiously. Hyoi threw and missed. As his first
spear smote the water his second was already in the air. This time it must have touched the
hnakra. He wheeled right out of the current. Ransom saw the great black pit of his mouth twice
open and twice shut with its snap of shark-like teeth. He himself had thrown now - hurriedly,
excitedly, with unpractised hand.

'Back,' shouted Hyoi to Whin who was already backing water with every pound of his vast strength.
Then all became confused. He heard Whin shout 'Shore!' There came a shock that flung him
forward almost into the hnakra's jaws and he found himself at the same moment up to his waist
in water. It was at him the teeth were snapping. Then as he flung shaft after shaft into the
great cavern of the gaping brute he saw Hyoi perched incredibly on its back on its nose - bending
forward and hurling from there. Almost at once the hross was dislodged and fell with a wide
splash nearly ten yards away. But the hnakra was killed. It was wallowing on its side, bubbling
out its black life. The water around him was dark and stank.

When he recollected himself they were all on shore, wet, steaming, trembling with exertion
and embracing one another. It did not now seem strange to him to be clasped to a breast of
wet fur. The breath of the hrossa, which, though sweet, was not human breath, did not offend
him. He was one with them. That difficulty which they, accustomed to more than one rational
species, had perhaps never felt, was now overcome. They were all hnau. They had stood shoulder
to shoulder in the face of an enemy, and the shapes of their heads no longer mattered. And he,
even Ransom, had come through it and not been disgraced. He had grown up.

They were on a little promontory free of forest, on which they had run aground in the confusion
of the fight. The wrreckage of the boat and the corpse of the monster lay confused together
in the water beside them. No sound from the rest of the hunting party was audible; they had
been almost a mile ahead when they met the hnakra. All three sat down to recover their breath.

'So,' said Hyoi, 'we are hnakrapunti. This is what I have wanted all my life.'

At that moment Ransom was deafened by a loud sound a perfectly familiar sound which was the
last thing he expected to hear. It was a terrestrial, human and civilized sound; it was even
European. It was the crack of an English rifle; and Hyoi, at his feet, was struggling to rise
and gasping. There was blood on the white weed where he struggled. Ransom dropped on his knees
beside him. The huge body of the hross was too heavy for him to turn round. Whin helped him.

'Hyoi, can you hear me?' said Ransom with his face close to the round seal-like head. 'Hyoi,
it is through me that this has happened. It is the other Amana who have hit you, the bent
two that brought me to Malacandra. They can throw death at a distance with a thing they have
made. I should have told you. We are all a bent race. We have come here to bring evil on
Malacandra. We are only half hnau - Hyoi...' His speech died away into the inarticulate. He
did not know the words for 'forgive', or 'shame, or 'fault', hardly the word for 'sorry'.
He could only stare into Hyoi's distorted face in speechless guilt. But the hross seemed to
understand. It was trying to say something, and Ransom laid his ear close to the working mouth.
Hyoi's dulling eyes were fixed on his own, but the expression of a hross was not even now
perfectly intelligible to him.

'Hna - hma;' it muttered and then, at last, 'Hman hnakrapunt.' Then there came a contortion
of the whole body, a gush of blood and saliva from the mouth; his arms gave way under the
sudden dead weight of the sagging head, and Hyoi's face became as alien and animal as it had
seemed at their first meeting. The glazed eyes and the slowly stiffening, bedraggled fur,
were like those of any dead beast found in an earthly wood.

Ransom resisted an infantile impulse to break out into imprecations on Weston and Devine.
Instead he raised his eyes to meet those of Whin who was crouching - hrossa do not kneel -
on the other side of the corpse.

'I am in the hands of your people, Whin,' he said. 'They must do as they will. But if they are
wise they will kill me and certainly they will kill the other two.'

'One does not kill hnau,' said Whin. 'Only Oyarsa does that. But these other, where are they?'

Ransom glanced around. It was open on the promontory but thick wood came down to where it joined
the mainland, perhaps two hundred yards away.
'Somewhere in the wood,' he said. 'Lie down, Whin, here where the ground is lowest. They may
throw from their thing again.'

He had some difficulty in making Whin do as he suggested. When both were lying in dead ground,
their feet almost in the water, the hross spoke again.

'Why did they kill him?' he asked.

'They would not know he was hnau,' said Ransom. 'I have told you that there is only one kind of
hnau in our world. They would think he was a beast. If they thought that, they would kill him
for pleasure, or in fear, or' (he hesitated) 'because they were hungry. But I must tell you
the truth, Whin. They would kill even a hnau, knowing it to be hnau, if they thought its death
would serve them.'

There was a short silence.

'I am wondering,' said Ransom, 'if they saw me. It is for me they are looking. Perhaps if I went
to them they would be content and come no farther into your land. But why do they not come out
of the wood to see what they have killed?'

'Our people are coming,' said Whin, turning his head. Ransom looked back and saw the lake black
with boats.

The main body of the hunt would be with them in a few minutes.

'They are afraid of the hrossa,' said Ransom. 'That is why they do not come out of the wood. I
will go to them, Whin.'