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//-->A STONE IN HEAVENPoul Anderson[21 feb 2003—scanned for #bookz][03 mar 2003—proofed for #bookz]IThrough time beyond knowing, the Kulembarach clan had ranged those lands which reach south ofLake Roan and east of the Kiiong River. The Forebear was said to have brought her family up from theRingdales while the Ice was still withdrawing beyond the Guardian Mountains. Her descendants werethere on the territory she took when traders from West-Oversea brought in the arts of ironworking andwriting. They were old in possession when the first Seekers of Wisdom arose, and no few of them joinedthe College as generations passed. They were many and powerful when the long-slumbering fires inMount Gungnor awoke again, and the Golden Tide flowed forth to enrich this whole country, and theclans together established the Lords of the Volcano. They were foremost in welcoming arid dealing withthe strangers from the stars.But about that time, the Ice began returning, and now the folk of Kulembarach were in as ill a plightas any of their neighbors.Yewwl had gone on a long hunt with her husband Robreng and their three youngest children, Ngao,Ych, and little Ungn. That was only partly to get food, when the ranchlands could no more supportenough livestock. It was also to get away, move about, unleash some of their rage against the fates upongame animals. Besides, her oath-sister Banner was eager to learn how regions distant from WainwrightStation were changed by cold and snow, and Yewwl was glad to oblige.The family rode east for an afternoon and most of the following night. Though they did not hurry, andoften stopped to give chase or to rest, that much travel took them a great ways, to one of thehorn-topped menhirs which marked the territorial border of the Arrohdzaroch clan. Scarcity of meatwould have made trespass dangerous as well as wrong. Yewwl turned off in a northwesterly direction."We will go home by way of the Shrine," she explained to the others—and to Banner, who saw andheard and even felt what she did, through the collar around her neck. Had she wished to address thehuman unheard by anybody else, she would have formed the words voicelessly, down in her throat.The alien tone never came to any hearing but Yewwl's; Banner had said the sound went in through herskull. Eighteen years had taught Yewwl to recognize trouble in it: "I've seen pictures lately, taken frommoon-height. You would not like what you found there, dear."Fur bristled, vanes spread and rippled, in sign of defiance. "I understand that. Shall the Ice keep mefrom my Forebear?" Anger died out. For Banner alone, Yewwl added softly, "And those with me hopefor a token from her—an oracular dream, perhaps. And … I may be an unbeliever in such things,because of you, but I myself can nonetheless draw strength from them."Her band rode on. Night faded into hours of slowly brightening twilight. The storminess commonaround dawn and sunset did not come. Instead was eerie quiet under a moon and a half. The nullfirehereabouts did not grow tall, as out on the veldt, but formed a thick turf, hoarfrost-white, that muffled thehoofbeats of the onsars. Small crepuscular creatures were abroad, darters, scuttlers, light-flashers, andthe chill was softened by a fragrance of nightwort, but life had grown scant since Yewwl and Robrengwere young. They felt how silence starkened the desolation, and welcomed a wind that sprang up nearmorning, though it bit them to the bone and made stands of spearcane rattle like skeletons.The sun rose at last. For a while it was a red step pyramid, far and far on the blurry horizon. The skywas opalescent. Below, land rolled steeply upward, cresting in a thousand-meter peak where snow andice flushed in the early light. That burden spilled down the slopes and across the hills, broken here andthere by a crag, a boulder, a tawny patch of uncovered nullfire, a tree—brightcrown orsaw-frond—which the cold had slain. A flyer hovered aloft, wings dark against a squat mass of clouds.Yewwl didn't recognize its kind. Strange things from beyond the Guardian Range were moving in with thefreeze.Ungn, her infant, stirred and mewed in her pouch. Her belly muscles seemed to glow with it. Shemight have stopped and dismounted to feed him, but a ruddy canyon and a tarn gone steel-hard told herthrough memory how near she was to her goal. She jabbed foot-claws at her onsar's extensors and thebeast stepped up its pace from a walk to a shamble, as if realizing, weary though it was and rapidlythough the air was thinning, that it could soon rest. Yewwl reached into a saddlebag, took forth a strip ofdried meat, swallowed a part for herself and chewed the remainder into pulp. Meanwhile she had liftedUngn into her arms and cuddled him. Her vanes she folded around her front to give the beloved miteshelter from the whining, seeking wind.Ych rode ahead. The sun entered heaven fully, became round and dazzling, gilded his pelt and sentlight aflow over the vanes that he spread in sheer eagerness. He was nearly grown, lithe, handsome; noruinous weather could dim the pride of his youth. His sister Ngao, his junior by three years, rode behind,leading several pack animals which bore camp gear and the smoked spoils of the hunt. She was slightlybuilt and quiet, but Yewwl knew she was going to become a real beauty. Let fate be kind to her!Having well masticated the food, the mother brought her lips around her baby's and, with the help ofher tongue, fed him. He gurgled and went back to sleep. She imagined him doing it happily, but knew thatwas mere imagination. Just six days old—or fourteen, if you counted from his begetting—he was as yettiny and unshapen. His eyes wouldn't open for another four or five days, and he wouldn't be crawlingaround on his own till almost half a year after that.Robreng drew alongside. "Here," Yewwl said. "You take him a while." She handed Ungn over for herhusband to tuck in his pouch. With a close look: "What's wrong?"The tautness of his vane-ribs, the quivering along their surfaces, the backward slant of his ears,everything about him cried unease. He need but say: "I sense grief before us."Yewwl lifted her right thigh to bring within reach the knife sheathed there. (Strapped to the left was apurse for flint, steel, tinderbox, and other such objects.) "Beasts?" Veldt lopers seldom attacked folk, buta pack of them—or some different kind of carnivore—might have been driven desperate by hunger."Invaders?" The nightmare which never ended was of being overrun by foreigners whom starvation hadforced out of their proper territory.His muzzle wrinkled, baring fangs, in a negative. "Not those, as far as I can tell. But things feel wronghere."In twenty years of marriage, she had learned to trust his judgment nearly as much as her own. While abachelor, he had fared widely around, even spending two seasons north of the Guardians to hunt in theuntenanted barrens there. He it was who had argued, when last the clan leaders met before the Lord ofthe Volcano, that this country need not be abandoned. Orchards and grazing would wither, ranchingcome to an end, but creatures native to the cold lands would move in; the Golden Tide would make themabundant; folk could live entirely off the chase, without falling back into savagery. Of course, thetransition would take lifetimes, and those would be grim, but surely the star-beings would help …Thus it was daunting to see him shaken. "What do you mark, then?" Yewwl asked."I am not sure," Robreng confessed. "It's been too long since I was in snow-decked uplands. Oncemy partner went down in a deep drift and was stuck, but we got him out. Our guide took us well clear ofhigh hillsides, but I can't recall why. He had few words of our language.""Banner," Yewwl said aloud, each word a fog-puff, "do you know of any danger we might be in?"Across hundreds of kilometers, the secret voice replied, "No. That doesn't mean there is none, yourealize. Your world is so different from mine—and so few humans have visited it, really, in all thesecenturies—and now everything is changing so fast—How I wish I could warn you.""Well, thank you, my oath-sister." Yewwl told Robreng what she had heard. Decision came. "I think Igrasp what the matter is. It's within us—in me too. I remember how these parts were fair and alive whenwe were children; we remember caretakers, pilgrims, offerings and feasts and Oneness. Today we comeback and find all gone dead and hollow. No wonder if dread arises." She straightened in her saddle."Strike it down! Onward!"Ych crossed a root of the mountain and dropped out of sight. In a moment, his shout rang over iceand rock. He had spied the Shrine.His kin urged their onsars to speed, from shamble to swing. Four massive legs went to and fro;sparks flew where hoofs smote rock. Between, the thick extensors did more than help support the body;they gripped, pulled, shoved, let go, seized hold afresh on the ground. Aft of the hump where saddles orpacks were, dorsal fins wagged, black triangles as high as a rider's head. Sweat gleamed on gray skin,sparse brown hair, big ears. Breath went loud, harsh, in and out of muzzles. Thews pulsed to the rockingmotion.Yewwl topped the ridge and glanced aloft. Sharply through the thin, clear air of the heights, she sawher goal.The tomb of Kulembarach stood on a ledge a third of the way up the mountainside. It was a dolmen,rough granite slabs chiseled out of some quarry, somehow brought here and fitted together, in an agebefore iron. But around it, generation after generation had built terraces, raised houses and statues,nurtured exquisite gardens where fountains played and flutes replied. Here had been gathered the finestworks of the clan and the best that traders abroad could bring home: pictures, jewelry, weavings, books,such awesome memorabilia as the Sword Which Held the Bridge, Amarao's cup, the skulls of the SevenHeroes, the quern of Gro the Healer.Today—Nearing, Yewwl could barely make out the balustrades of the terraces, overflowed by snow. Frosthad shattered several, and brought low a number of the sculptures which elsewhere stood forlorn as thestricken trees. When the last caretakers must depart or die, cold had numbed them into carelessness, firehad escaped a hearth, nothing but blackened stonework was left of the delicately carpentered buildings.Bereft of its wooden gate, the arch before the tomb gaped with horrible emptiness.The onsars turned onto the road which led thither. It ascended too abruptly to be much drifted over,and the paving blocks were not yet sundered and tumbled and split, except in a few places. They rangunder hoofs, answering the wind that wailed and bit and scattered a haze of dry ice crystals to shatterwhat sunlight came over the eastern shoulder into this darkling passage. Beyond the Shrine grounds themountain rose steeper yet for a space, in a talus slope which clingplant had once made colorful but whichwas now only jagged and bleak. Above it, where the slope was easier, the snowpack began, that wenton over the peak. It formed a white cliff, meters tall, mysteriously blue-shadowed.Nonetheless … amidst the ruins, rearing over banks, upbearing what had fallen upon it during thenight, the dolmen remained, foursquare. Kulem-barach abided, at watch over her people. To those whosought her, she would still give dreams and luck … or, at least, the strength that came from rememberingthat she had prevailed in her day, and her blood endured … Yewwl's pulse thuttered.Ych was already there. When no keepers were left, that had earned him the right to greet theForebear on behalf of his party. He unslung the bugle at his saddlebow and put it to his lips. Ridingaround and around the tomb, he challenged desolation with the hunting call of his mother.The snowcliff stirred.A mighty wind rushed downward from it, smote like hammers, roared like thunder. Statues and treeboles toppled before the blow.Earth shuddered. Hill-huge masses broke from the sliding precipice, flew, struck, smashed and buriedwhat they hit. Behind them came the doom-fall itself.Yewwl never remembered what happened. Surely she vaulted to a stance on her saddle and sprangfrom it, spreading her vanes, as if she were about to attack game on an open plain. Surely she wentgliding, and she did not come down soon enough to be engulfed. Therefore surely she caught updrafts,rode the buffeting airs that the slide hurled before it, crashed bruised and bleeding but not truly woundedin her body, down onto a ridge above the path of destruction.What she knew, at first, was nothing but a noise that should break the world apart, blindness, chokedthroat, tumbling well-nigh helpless—being tossed against raw rock and clawing herself fast while chaosraged—finally, silence, but for the ringing in her ears; and pain; and dazedly rising to stare.Where the Shrine had been, the road, the onsars, her companions: snow filled the vale, nearly as highas she was. A mist of crystals swallowed vision within fifty meters; it would be hours in settling. Suddenlythere was no wind, as if that also had been seized and overwhelmed."Robreng!" Yewwl screamed. "Ungn! Ych! Ngao!"It took her hours of crawling about and shouting to become certain that none of them had escaped.By then she was at the bottom of the slide, in the foothills under the mountain.She staggered away. She would not rest before she must, before flesh and bones fell down in a heap.And then she would not be long a-swoon; she would rise again, again she would howl and snarl hersorrow, she would hunt and kill whatever stirred in the waste, because she could not kill the thing thathad slain her darlings.In Wainwright Station, Miriam Abrams slapped the switch of her multitransceiver, tore herself free ofevery connection to it, and surged from her chair. A calculator happened to be lying on the console shelf.She dashed it to the floor. It didn't break as she wanted, but it skittered. "God damn them!" she yelled."God damn them to the deepest hole in hell!"The single person in the room with her was Ivan Polevoy, electronician, who had had some tinkeringto do on a different piece of equipment. He had seen Abrams rapt in her rapport with the native, but notwhat was happening, for side panels effectively blocked his view of the video screen. The womanmaintained that her relationship was sufficient invasion of privacy—though she admitted "privacy" was anotion hard to apply between unlike species. She herself spent incredible lengths of time following the lifeof her subject. The Ramnuan obviously didn't mind, no matter how intimate events became. Possiblyshe'd not mind if other humans observed too. However, Abrams had made it plain from the start, acouple of decades ago, that she alone would receive the raw data. The reports she prepared on thatbasis were detailed, insightful contributions to xenology; but nobody else knew how much she chose toleave out.The former chief of planetside operations had supported her in that policy. It was doubtless prudent,when little was known about Ramnuan psychology. Nowadays Abrams was the chief, so the staff didn'tobject either. Besides, their own jobs or projects kept them amply busy, undermanned as the place was.Hence Polevoy had to ask in surprise: "Damn who? What's wrong, Banner?"It was as if her nickname calmed her a little. Yet she had borne it for many years. Translated from thelocal language—wherein it derived from the flag which identified Wainwright Station at a distance totravelers—it had practically supplanted "Miriam," even in her mind. At this hour, it seemed to tell her thatdear ones died, but the race lived on.Regardless, tears glistened on her lashes. The hand shook that fished a cigarette from a tunic pocket,struck it, and brought it to her mouth. Cheeks caved in with the violence of her smoking. Her voice washoarse rather than husky, and wavered."Avalanche. Wiped out Yewwl's whole family … and, oh, God, the Shrine, the heart of her clan'shistory—like wiping out Jerusalem—" A fist beat itself unmercifully against the console. "I should haveguessed. But … no experience … I'm from Dayan, you know, warm, dry, no snow anywhere, and I'vejust been a visitor on worlds like Terra—" Her lips drew wide, her eyes squinched nearly shut. "If I'dthought! That much snowpack, and seven Terrestrial gravities to accelerate it—Yewwl, Yewwl, I'msorry.""Why, that's terrible," Polevoy said. After a pause: "Your subject, she's alive?"Abrams jerked a nod. "Yes. With nothing to ride, no tent or supplies or tools or anything but whatshe's got on her person, and doubtless not a soul for a hundred kilometers around.""Well, we'd better send a gravsled for her. It can home on her transceiver, can't it?" Polevoy wasfairly new here."Sure, sure. Not right away, though. Don't you know what grief usually does to a Ramnuan? It's aptto drive him or her berserk." Abrams spoke in rough chunks of phrase. "Coping with that is a problemwhich every society on this planet has had to solve, one way or another. Maybe that's a main reason whythey've never had wars—plenty of individual fights, but no wars, no armies, therefore no states—Asoldier who lost his buddy would run amok." Laughter rattled from her. "Too bad we humans don't havethe same trait. We wouldn't be cobwebbed into our Terran Empire then, would we?" She stubbed outthe cigarette, viciously, and started the next. "We'll go fetch Yewwl when she's worked off the worst ofwhat's in her, if she lives through it. Sometime this afternoon." That would be several standard dayshence. "Meanwhile, I can be preparing to take on the wretched Empire."Shocked, Polevoy could merely say, "I beg your pardon?"Abrams slumped. She turned from him and stared out a viewscreen. It gave a broad overlook acrossthe locality. On her right, the Kiiong River flowed seaward, more rapidly than any stream on Terra orDayan would have gone through a bed as level as was here. Spray off rocks dashed brilliant above watermade gray-green by glacial flour. Sonic receptors brought in a booming of great slow airs under morethan thirty bars of pressure. Beyond the river was forest: low, thick trunks from which slender branchesswayed, upheld by big leaves shaped like parachutes, surrounded by yellowish shrubs.To her left, eastward, chanced to be rare clarity. Dun pyrasphale rippled across twelve kilometers toRamnu's horizon. Trees and canebrakes broke the sameness of that veldt; a kopje reared distance-blued;clouds cruised above, curiously flattened. A small herd of grazers wandered about, under guard of amounted native. A score of flying creatures were aloft. When Abrams first arrived, this country hadswarmed with life.Overhead, the sky was milky. Niku, the sun, appearing two-thirds as wide as Sol seen from Terra,cast amber light; a frost halo circled it. Diris, the innermost moon, glimmered pale toward the west. Itwould not set until Ramnu's long day had become darkness."Another ice age on its way," Abrams mumbled. "The curse of this world. And we could stop it andall its kind. Whatever becomes of us and our Empire, we could be remembered as saviors, redeemers,for the next million years. But the Duke will not listen. And now Yewwl's people are dead.""Uh," Polevoy ventured, "uh, doesn't she have a couple of children who're adult, married?""Yes. Andtheyhave children, who may well not survive what's coming down from the north,"Abrams said. "Meanwhile she's lost her husband, her two youngsters, the last baby she'll ever bear; herclan has lost its Jerusalem; and none of that needed to happen." Tendons stood forth in her neck. "Noneof it! But the Grand Duke of Hermes would never listen to me!"After more silence, she straightened, turned around, said quite calmly: "Well, I'm done with him. Thishas been the last thing necessary to decide me. I'm going to leave pretty soon, Ivan. Leave for Terra [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]