by Gene Wolfe
Page 15
"Right now? Nothing at all. Its totally dark. "
"Yer said yerd blow hout yer glim, an yer did. Heard yer. Heard yer hopen, an blow, an shut hup. "
"Thats right. I can light it again if you wish, and use it to look around for wood. "
"Nae sunshine, bucky?"
"No. None. "
The hand on his shoulder, tight already, tightened still more. "What habout ther skylands? Onie light hup there?"
"No-wait. " He lifted his head, scanning the sky. "One little pinpoint of red. Its a city burning, I suppose, though just a spark to us. Thats what someone told me they were. "
"What habout ther hoose, bucky? Did yer gae Won Win?"
"No, not yet. I intended to, of course. "
"Then yer dont know hif theres lights hin hit, do yer?" Pigs voice shook.
"I-Im inclined to doubt it. The entrance was dark, and weI-saw no lights in the windows. I didnt ask Hound, but if he had seen one he would have mentioned it, Im sure. "
"What habout yer, Horeb? Yer was hin there wi me. "
"Bird go," Oreb confirmed cautiously.
"Yer Bens guid hin they dark. Bettern onie mans, haint that lily, Horeb? Look round noo, will yer? A favor ter ane whats yer friend?"
"Bird look. "
"Yer neednt be a-feared. What do yer see?"
"Pig, Silk. "
"Aye. What sides a us?"
"Big wall. Big house. "
"What a a woman, Horeb? Do yer see onie woman habout, watchin an listenin?"
"No girl. "
"Lookin hout ther winder, hit might be. "
"No, no. No see. "
There was a grunt of effort, followed by a thump as Pigs knee came down on the hard, dry grass. "Bucky, will yer help me? Yer me friend, yer said sae. Will yer?"
"Of course, Pig. " From the new angle of Pigs arm, Pig was kneeling before him. He groped for him and found the other hand, a hairy hand as large as good-sized ham, that grasped the pommel of the big sword. "Ill help you in any way I can. Surely you know that. "
"Recollect how yer felt a me face, bucky?"
"Of course. "
"Wanted ter prove ter yer Pig has nae een, bucky. Got me rag hover em, an some thinks Pigs soldierin. Wanted yer ter find hout fer yerself. "
"I understand. "
"Yer didnt have nae glim then, but yer does noo. Will yer light hit fer me, bucky? Fer ane second, like. "
"Certainly. It will be a relief to me, actually. Wait a moment. " He opened the lantern and got out the striker again. It flared, shooting yellow-white sparks that seemed as bright as thrown torches; the butter-yellow flame of the candle rose.
The rag was no longer across Pigs broad, bearded face. Widely spaced holes like the eyes in a skull stared at nothing.
"Can yer see em, bucky? See me een? Where they was?"
He made himself speak. "Yes, Pig. Yes, I can. "
"Gaen, haint they? They cut em oot?"
He lowered his lantern and looked away. "Yes, they are. They did. "
"Gets dirty, sometimes. Cleans hin em wi a rag hon the hend a me finer. "
"Man cry," Oreb informed him, and he looked back. Rivulets of moisture coursed down either side of Pigs broad nose.
"Ill clean them for you, Pig, if thats what you wish. With a clean cloth and clean water. "
"Went hin. " Pigs voice was almost inaudible. "Hin ther hoose ter find what might be found, bucky. An seen her. "
Silence. He opened the little black lantern again and blew out its candle, and could not have explained why.
"Dark hagain, bucky?" There was a hideous mirth in Pigs voice that hurt more than any tears.
"Yes, Pig," he said. "Dark again. "
"Yer dinna hask habout her, bucky. "
"No talk," Oreb advised him.
He ignored the warning. "I didnt think it the moment for prying questions. "
"Yer dinna care, bucky?"
"I care very much. But this isnt the time. Hound is unloading his donkeys, Pig, and expecting us to find firewood. Let us find firewood for him. We said we would. "
Later, when all three were sitting before a small fire in the large fireplace that had graced Bloods sellaria, Hound said, "Im going to have a look at my donkeys. Ive never had one get loose on a darkday, and I prefer that it never happen. " He rose. "Can I get either of you anything?"
"Weve more than enough. "
As Hound left, Pig whispered, "Noo, bucky? Want ter hear habout her noo?"
He shook his head. "Wait until Hound comes back. "
"Want him ter hear hit? Thought yer dinna. "
"Of course I do. He knows this area and the people in it. Have you ever been here before, Pig?"
"Has Pig? Pig has nae!"
"Well, I have; but that was years ago. Ill have forgotten a great deal, even if I dont think I have. Ill have distorted more, and even the little I remember will be largely obsolete. I wanted to get you alone so I could find out what was troubling you. Now that I haveand it troubles me, too-Im eager to hear what Hound will say about it. " He waited for Pig to speak, and when Pig did not he added, "Of course I dont imagine that Hound can tell us how a man without eyes can see; but he may be able to tell us a something about what he has seen. "
"Man come," Oreb announced. "Come back. "
"I take it your donkeys havent strayed, Hound? You wouldnt have returned so quickly if that had been the case. "
Hound smiled as he resumed his seat. "No. Theyre fine. I worry too much about them, Im afraid, and I doubt that will be the last time I check on them tonight. It must seem silly to you. "
"Your concern for the animals in your care? Certainly not. But, Hound, Pig has confided something extraordinary to me, and hed like you to hear about it, too. "
"If its something I can help with, Ill do what I can. "
"Im sure you will. Pig went into this house alone when we first arrived. I neednt dwell upon how dark it was, or mention that Pig carried no light. "
Guardedly, Hound nodded.
"I wish it were not necessary for me to mention that Pig is blind as well. He is, and though I never doubted it, he insisted I verify it. I did, and hes totally blind. If you doubt it, I do not doubt that hell let you verify it as well. "
"Ill take your word for it," Hound declared, "but I cant imagine what this is leading up to. "
"Man see," Oreb explained concisely.
"Exactly. He saw a woman, here in this house. Is that correct, Pig?"
"Aye. "
"Now you know all that I do, Hound. Lets go on from there.
"It was dark, Pig. Not the mere darkness of night, in which one can often discern large objects, including persons, but pitch dark. The depths of this ruined villa must have been utterly lightless. How was it you were able to see her?"
"Dinna know. " Pig shook his head.
"Was she carrying a light? A candle, for example?"
"If shed a been," Pig said slowly, "Pig would nae been hable ter see hit ter tell yer. " He stretched out his hands. "Fire here, haint there? Auld Pig feels hit, feels ther heat a hit. Can Pig see hit, ter? Pig canna. "
"Could you see anything other than the woman? The floor she was standing on, for example, or the wall behind her?"
"Nae, bucky. Nor canna recall such. "
"It wasnt anybody you know?" Hound asked. "Tansy or-or some woman youve met in your travels?"
Pig turned his head, about ten degrees in error. "Would Pig know? Ter see?"
"I guess you wouldnt. " Hound fingered his chin.
"Man talk!" Oreb urged.
"All right, I will. I warned you this place is supposed to be haunted. Or anyway I warned you, Horn. Pig had gone on ahead, I think. "
"Haunted by a woman?"
"Yes. Do you want the whole story? Its the sort of thing children tell younger children, I warn you. "
"I do. What about you, Pig?"
"Ho, aye. "
"All right. Many years ago, a ve
ry rich man who had an ugly daughter lived here. This daughter was so ugly that no one would marry her. The rich man gave balls and parties and invited all the eligible young men in the city, but none of them would marry her. A witch came to his door all robed in black, and he fed her and gave her a card, and asked what he could do about his ugly daughter. The witch told him to lock her up where nobody except himself would ever see her. Whats wrong, Horn?"
"Nothing, except that Ive just realized for the thousanth time what an idiot I am. Go on with your story, please-Id like to hear it. "
"If you want me to. " Hound held up the wine bottle from which he had been drinking, saw that it was still almost full, and sipped. "The witch told him to lock up his daughter where nobody could see her until everybody forgot how ugly she was. So thats what he did. He locked her in a dark, bare room and kept the shutters closed day and night so that nobody would see her and brought her food himself, and pretty soon everybody forgot about her except the augur who had christened her. I dont know what her name was, though no doubt the augur did. "
"It was Mucor. "
Hound stared.
"Im sorry, I didnt mean to interrupt. Go on, I want to hear the rest. "
"This augur would come to the rich mans house and ask about her. Each time the rich man would make some excuse, saying that his daughter was ill or away. Soon the augur became suspicious. He had a hatchet, and he would come at night with his hatchet and chop open the shutter and let the ugly daughter out. Then she would go from house to house asking people to take her in. No one would because she was so ugly, and so she played tricks on them, throwing their supper plates at them and making them hit themselves with their own fists, and so on.
"But a god told the augur to go away, and he did. General Mint killed the rich father, and there was nobody left to let the ugly daughter out or feed her, so she starved to death in her room. But her ghost still haunts the house, walking on top of the wall or on the roof, and sometimes she stops travelers. If she stops you and youre polite to her, shell tell your fortune and bring good luck. But if you even hint at how ugly she is, shell curse you and youll die within a year. "
"Tell good!" Oreb applauded with his wings.
Hound smiled. "There it is. Thats all I know except that theres a family in Endroad who claim to have the hatchet, which they say the augur left behind. Ive seen it and its just an old hatchet, with no magic powers as far as I know. You look very thoughtful, Horn. "
He nodded. "I am, because your story suggests that Silk has left Viron-that hes on Blue or Green, if hes still alive. Patera Silk was the augur who pried open Mucors shutter with his hatchet, and thus beyond question the augur in the story. Id guess that the wise witch in black robes represents someones confused recollection of Maytera Rose; but Silk was the augur. There can be no doubt of that. "
He turned to Pig. "No one-very much including me-ever asked what became of the other people who were living here, but we should have. Silk killed Blood, and Echidna killed Musk; Hyacinth became Silks wife, and Silk cared for Mucor until she came to Blue with her grandmother. Doctor Crane-I almost forgot him, and I shouldnt-was killed in error by the Guard. I have no doubt that some others, many of Bloods bodyguards particularly, were killed in the battle that freed Silk and the other prisoners the Ayuntamiento was holding here. Still, there must have been two or three dozen cooks and maids and footmen and prostitutes. "
Pigs eyeless face addressed the fire. "They tell yer how onie blind mon can see a woman, bucky?"
"No, Pig. Not really; but they tell me something equally important that I may have been in danger of forgetting-that real stories, real events, never really end. When Nettle and I wrote our few pages about Blood, we thought that Bloods story and this big houses were over and done with. Blood was dead and the house had been looted, and there was nothing left to do but write it down as we had heard it from Silk and Hyacinth and the old man who had built the kite. He had come with us to Blue, by the way, and didnt want us to use his name, although he told us a great deal about Musk and his birds. We never foresaw that Blood and his daughter and his house would live on in legend, but that is clearly what has happened. "
" Tis a book hor somethin yer wrote, bucky?"
"Yes, that my wife and I wrote together. May I have some of your wine, Hound?"
"Certainly. You said you didnt want any. "
"I know. " He wiped the mouth of the bottle, and put it to his own.
"Hon me haccount, bucky?"
"Yes. You cant drink since youve lost your sight. That, at least, is what youve told me. "
"Aye. A mon what drinks has got ter see, hor falls. "
"I understand. We were together, you and I, Pig-closer than either of us is to Hound, though he and Tansy have treated us so well. If you couldnt drink wine, I wouldnt. Were going to be separated for a while now, and to tell you the truth, I think a few swallows of Hounds good wine may be needed to keep off the ghosts. Here you are, Hound, and thank you. "
Hound accepted the bottle. "Do you mean the ugly daughter?"
"Was nae hugly ter me," Pig said rather too loudly.
"Silk talk!"
"No, Ill be looking for Mucor-for the daughter in your story. " He stood, aided by his staff. "Im going to leave my lantern here with you. As you say, the candle is valuable and may be irreplaceable. I shouldnt need it to see her any more than Pig needed eyes. It had never occurred to me to ask how Silk saw Mucor when she wasnt physically present. "
Pig rose, too. "Comin wi yer, bucky. "
"I-this is something I would prefer to do alone. "
"Be blind Was me, bucky. Horeb can tell yer, but better yer had somebody whats hused ter hit. Bucky. . . "
