The Ships of Earth: Homecoming: Volume 3 (33 page)

But I’m not strong enough to stop him, if murder is in his heart.

〈Being there will be enough. But you
must
be there, and you must go now, for he is on watch now, and thinks that he and Sevet are the only ones awake … he will soon be scratching on Obring’s tent, and then it will be too late, you’ll not make it to the mountain unobserved.〉

Luet passed through the door of her tent, so sleepy that she still felt as if she were in a dream.

Why must I go down the mountain? she asked, confused. Why not just tell Obring and Sevet what Vas plans for them?

〈Because if they believe you, Vas will be destroyed as a member of this company. And if they don’t believe you, Vas will be your enemy and you will never be safe again. Trust me. Do this my way, and all will live, all will live.〉

Are you sure of this?

〈Of course.〉

You’re no better at telling the future than anybody else. How sure are you?

〈The odds of success are, perhaps, sixty percent.〉

Oh, wonderful. What about the forty percent chance of failure?

〈You are such an intelligent woman, you’ll improvise, you’ll make it work.〉

I wish I had as much faith in you as you seem to have in me.

〈The only reason you don’t is because you don’t know me as well as I know you.〉

You can read my thoughts, dear Oversoul, but you can never know me, because there is no part of you that can feel the way I feel, or think the way I think.

〈Do you imagine I don’t know that, boastful human? Must you taunt me for it? Go down the mountain. Carefully, carefully. The path is visible by moonlight, but treacherous. Obring is awake now; you have made it just in time. Now stay ahead of them, far enough that they can’t hear you, far enough that they can’t see.〉

Elemak had noticed when Sevet and Obring both took extra flagons from the stores. He knew at once what it meant—that there was a plan to make a run for Dorova. At the same time, though, he could not believe that
those
two would ever have come up with a plan together—they never spoke to each other privately, if only because Kokor made sure they had no opportunity. No, there was someone else involved, someone who was better at this sort of deception, so that Elemak hadn’t noticed his or her theft of an extra flagon.

And then, just before night, Vas had volunteered for the hated late watch, the second-to-last one before morning. Obring had taken the last watch already. It didn’t take a genius to realize that they intended to leave on Vas’s watch. Fools. Did they think they could make it down the mountain and across the waterless sand of the beach around the bay on two flagons of fresh water each? Not carrying babies they couldn’t.

They aren’t going to take their babies.

The thought was so outrageous that Elemak almost didn’t believe it. But then he realized that it must be true.

His loathing for Obring redoubled. But Vas … it was hard to believe that Vas would do such a thing. The man doted on his daughter. He had even named her for himself—would he leave her, heartlessly?

No. No, he has no intention of leaving her. Obring would leave his baby, yes. Obring would leave Kokor, for that matter—he chafed constantly in his marriage. But Vas would not leave his baby. He has another motive now. And it does not include escaping to the city with Sevet and Obring. On the contrary. His plan is to tell us that Sevet and Obring left for the city after he was asleep from his watch, and he followed them down the mountain, hoping to stop them, but instead he found their dead bodies, fallen from a cliff ...

How do I know all this? wondered Elemak. Why is this all so clear to me? And yet he could not doubt it.

So he gave himself the middle watch, and at the end of it, after he had wakened Vas and returned to his tent, Elemak did not let himself sleep, though he lay still with his eyes closed, breathing in a heavy imitation of sleep, in case Vas came to check on him. But no, Vas did not come. Did not come, and did not go to Obring’s tent. The watch dragged on and on, and finally against his will Elemak
did
sleep. Perhaps only for a moment. But he must have slept because he awoke with a start, his heart pounding with alarm. Something . . . some sound. He sat upright in the darkness, listening. Beside him he could hear Edhya’s breathing, and Proya’s; it was hard to hear anything else beyond that. As quietly as possible he arose, went to the door of his tent, stepped outside. Vas was not on watch, and neither was anyone else.

Quietly, quietly he went to Vas’s tent. Gone, and Sevet, too—but baby Vasnaminanya was still there. Elemak’s heart filled with rage at the monstrosity of it. Whatever Vas was planning—either to abandon his daughter or kill the child’s mother—it was unspeakable.

I will find him, thought Elemak, and when I do, he will pay for this. I knew there were fools on this journey, fools and dolts and weaklings, but I never knew there was someone
so cruel-hearted. I never knew that Vas was capable of this. I never knew Vas at all, I think. And I never will, because as soon as I find him he’ll be dead.

It was so easy, leading them down the mountain. Their trust in him was complete. It was the payoff for his year of pretending not to mind that they had betrayed him. If he had ever shown even a spark of anger, beyond a certain coldness toward Obring, there was no chance the man would have trusted him enough to come along like a hog to the slaughter. But Obring
did
trust him, and Sevet too, in her sullen way.

The path itself had some difficulty—more than once he had to help them through a tricky place. But in the moonlight they often couldn’t see how very dangerous a passage it was, and whenever it was hard, he would stay and help them. So carefully taking Sevet’s hand and guiding her down a slope, or between two rocks. Whispering: “Do you see the limb you must hold on to, Obring?” And Obring’s answer, “Yes,” or a nod, I see it, I can handle it, Vas, because I’m a
man.
What a laugh. What a joke on Obring, who is so pathetically proud to be included in this great plan. How I will weep when we come down to carry the bodies back up the mountain. How the others will cry for me as I hold my little daughter in my arms, crooning to her about her lost mother, and how she is an orphan now. An orphan—but one named for her father. And I will raise her so no trace of her traitorous mother remains in her. She will be a woman of honor, who would never betray a good man who would have forgiven her
anything
but to give her body to her own sister’s husband, that contemptible, slimy little social climber. You let him empty his little tin cup into you, Sevet, my dear, and so I will have done with you.

“Here’s the place where Nafai and I tried to cross over,” he whispered to them. “See how we had to traverse that bare rock, shining in the moonlight?”

Obring nodded.

“But the ledge that saved his life is the real path,” said
Vas. “There’s one hard place—a drop of two meters—but then it’s a smooth passage along the face of the cliff, and then we reach the easy part, right down to the beach.”

They followed him past the place where he had silently watched Nafai’s struggle. When it was clear that Nafai was going to make it after all, then he had called out and come to help him. Now he would help them down onto the ledge. Only he would not climb down to join them. Instead he would kick Obring in the head and send him over the side. Sevet would understand then. Sevet would know why he had brought her here. And she would, at long last, beg him for forgiveness. She would plead with him for understanding, she would weep, she would sob for him. And his answer would be to pick up the heaviest stones he could find and throw them down on her, until she had to run along the ledge. He would drive her to the narrow place and still he would throw stones until finally she stumbled or was knocked off balance. She would fall then, and scream, and he would hear the sound and treasure it in his heart forever.

Then, of course, he would climb down the true path to the bottom, and find their broken bodies where the pulse had been. If one of them happened somehow to still be alive, he would have no trouble breaking a neck or two—it wouldn’t be surprising to anyone, to find their necks broken in the fall. But he doubted they’d live. It was quite a long fall. The pulse had been completely shattered. That annoying little pizdoon Nafai would have been just as broken up if he hadn’t found that invisible ledge to land on. Ah, well, Nafai was only an annoyance—Vas didn’t care much whether he lived or died, as long as the pulses were all destroyed so they would have to head back to civilization. And now, before they
did
turn back, was his chance to have his revenge and yet no one would suspect him. “I think they must have heard me following them, because they were going much too fast, especially for nighttime travel. And then I saw they were heading for that ledge. I knew how dangerous it was, I called out to them, but they didn’t understand, I guess, that I was warning them away.

Or maybe they didn’t care. God help me, but I loved her! The mother of my child!” I’ll even shed a tear for them, and they’ll believe me. What choice will they have? Everyone knows that I long since forgave and forgot their adultery.

I’m not a very demanding man. I don’t expect perfection from others. I get along and do my part. But when someone treats me like a worm, as if I didn’t exist, as if I didn’t
matter
then I don’t forget, no, I never forget, I never forgive, I simply bide my time and then they see: I
do
matter, and despising me was the gravest error of their lives. That’s what Sevet will be thinking as the stones strike her and she has no place to flee to except the open air as she falls to her death: If only I had been true to him, I would live to raise my daughter.

“Here,” he said. “Here’s the place where we have to drop down to that lower ledge.”

Sevet was clearly frightened, and Obring put on a mask of bravado that showed his fear as clearly as if he had simply wet himself and whimpered. Which he would do soon enough. “No problem,” he said.

“Sevet first,” said Vas.

“Why me?” she said.

“Because the two of us can lower you down more safely,” said Vas. And mostly because then I can kick Obring in the head as soon as I lower
him,
and you’ll already be trapped on the ledge where you can see everything but do nothing.

It was going to work. Sevet squatted at the lip of the ledge, preparing to turn and go over the side. And then there came that other voice, that unexpected, terrible voice.

“The Oversoul forbids you to go down, Sevet.”

They all turned, and there she stood, shining in the moonlight, her white gown flapping a little in the wind, which was stronger where she stood.

How did she know? thought Vas. How did she know to come here? I thought the Oversoul would consent to this—simple justice! If the Oversoul had not wanted him
to do this, to make Obring and Sevet pay for their crime, then why didn’t he stop him before? Why
now,
when he was so close? No, he wouldn’t let her stop him at all. It was too late. There would be
three
bodies at the bottom of the cliff, not two. And instead of climbing back up the mountain, he would take three flagons of water and head for Dorova. He would get there and leave again long before any accusations could overtake him. And in Seggidugu or Potokgavan, wherever he ended up, he would deny everything. There
were
no witnesses, and none of these people would have standing anyway. He would lose his daughter—but that would be fit and fair punishment for killing Luet. It would all be even. He would owe no debt of vengeance to the universe, and the universe would owe no debt of vengeance to him. All would be balanced and setded and right.

“You know me, Sevet,” said Luet. “I speak to you as the waterseer. If you go down that ledge you’ll never see your child again, and there is no greater crime in the eyes of the Oversoul than for a mother to abandon her child.”

“As
your
mother did to you and Hushidh?” said Vas. “Spare us your lies about crimes in the eyes of the Oversoul. The Oversoul is a computer set by some distant ancestor to keep his eyes on us, and nothing more—your own husband says so, doesn’t he? My wife is not superstitious enough to believe you.”

No, no, he shouldn’t have said so much. He should have
acted.
He should have taken three steps and shoved the frail-bodied girl off the edge. She couldn’t possibly resist him. Then, having seen him do murder, the others would be all the quicker to obey and be on their way—to safety, to the city, they
think.
To argue with her was stupid. He was being stupid.

“The Oversoul chose the three of you to be part of her company,” said Luet. “I tell you now that if you go over that edge, you will not live to see daylight, not one of you.”

“Prophecy?” said Vas. “I didn’t know that was one of
your many gifts.” Kill her now! he screamed inside, and yet his own body didn’t heed him.

“The Oversoul tells me that Nafai has made his bow and arrows, and they fly straight and true. This expedition will continue, and you will continue with it,” she said. “If you go back now, your daughters will never know that you once abandoned them. The Oversoul will fulfill her promises to you—that you will inherit a land of plenty, and your children will be a great nation.”

“When were any of those promises for
me?
” said Obring. “For Volemak’s sons, yes, but not for
me
. For me it’s nothing but taking orders and getting yelled at because I don’t do everything the way King Elemak wants me to.”

“Stop whining,” said Vas. “Don’t you see that she’s trying to ensnare us all?”

“The Oversoul sent me here to save your lives,” said Luet.

“That’s a lie,” said Vas. “And you know it’s a lie. My life has not been in danger for a single moment.”

“I tell you that if you had succeeded in your plan, Vas, your life would not have lasted five more minutes.”

“And how would this miracle have happened?” asked Vas.

That was when Elemak’s voice came from behind him, and he knew that he had lost everything.