'What is it?' Crowrane demanded, speaking for everyone.
The Gatherer's here,' one of the women panted, eyes darting from one black face to the next.
The men who had young children rode past her, their saddle-chairs clacking against each other as they scrambled across the bridge. Carnelian stared stunned, then remembered Poppy.
This can't be,' said Crowrane, aghast. 'He's not due until next year.'
Carnelian was gripped by another sickening realization: Fern's doom had come.
The woman seemed to be swallowing a stone getting her breath back. 'He came in the night as he always does.
The Tribe woke to find his tents already set up in the Poisoned Field.'
More of the hunt were streaming into the ferngarden while the women rushed around trying to stand in their way. 'We must hide the Standing Dead. They must be hidden.'
'Hide them where?' Ravan demanded.
Verging on hysteria, the women looked to Crowrane for help. The Elders, my father ... they've told everyone ...' They looked at Carnelian, at Osidian. They mustn't be seen.'
Carnelian felt nauseous. His world had come to pieces and now so would that of all these people he loved. If he or Osidian were found there, the Masters would destroy the Tribe. He saw desperate indecision in Crowrane's eyes.
'What are the creatures babbling about?' a voice asked in Quya.
Carnelian turned to see Osidian calm amidst the storm. His hand commanded Carnelian to answer. Finding his voice, he explained the disaster. Of all the emotions he had been expecting Osidian to feel, rage was the most unexpected.
Crowrane was arguing with the women.
Osidian looked away to the northern horizon. They seek us. I had expected that they would, but not so soon. I am not yet ready.'
'Ready for what? Who is it that seeks ... ?' Carnelian remembered whose creatures the childgatherers were. 'How could the Wise know we are here?'
'I did not say that they know where we are precisely, but you yourself told me they saw where we left the Guarded Land; saw our captors were from this plain.' Osidian smiled a dark smile. 'Of course, down here, without their watch-towers, they can only fumble blindly hoping to find. The fact they have set their childgatherers to the search implies much.'
Carnelian thought about it. 'Otherwise it would be the legions that sought us out.'
Osidian's smile grew colder still. 'My mother would see to that.'
Then they do this without her knowledge. Why?'
Osidian frowned. 'Who knows what has come to pass in Osrakum since we left.' He smiled again. 'Still, this development is suggestive.'
He leered at Carnelian. Tell me, my Lord, shall we allow ourselves to be found?'
Carnelian regarded him with horror. 'Why would the Wise seek to know where we are, other than to destroy us?'
'Or by finding us, pull down my beloved mother.'
Cold rage infused into Carnelian. 'If we are found here these people will be punished.'
'Exterminated,' said Osidian, taking pleasure in the word.
'You two Standing Dead, dismount,' commanded Crowrane, but Carnelian ignored him and addressed Osidian.
'I will not allow you to endanger the Ochre.'
Osidian sneered. 'Will not allow? I do not yet choose to reveal myself to the Wise, but you can be certain my decision pays little heed to your threats, Carnelian; even less to what might happen to these.' He indicated the people round them with a dismissive gesture of his hand. 'I have other plans.' Osidian turned his aquar with his feet. 'Come.'
'Dismount, I say,' bellowed Crowrane. 'Surround them.'
Carnelian saw Ravan, Krow, others of the young men of the hunt hanging back, looking from their Elder to the Master.
'Where?' Carnelian asked Osidian. 'We shall return to our quarry.'
Carnelian glanced at Crowrane, who was pouring threats on the youths. The two of us, Osidian? Alone?'
'And why not. Do you fear the predators?' He snorted. 'You are transparent, Carnelian. You hope to save your barbarian boy.'
Carnelian glared at Osidian, hating him. 'We both know he cannot be saved.'
'What then?'
'Poppy.'
Osidian frowned hearing the name. 'Akaisha means to give her up to the childgatherer.' Osidian dropped his head in exasperation. He looked up. 'And?'
'I will not let her do it.'
Osidian let his head flop back closing his eyes and groaned. 'And if you go back in there and the ammonites see you? I thought my Lord expressed the wish to save his precious barbarians?'
'I will be careful.'
Osidian fixed him with the terrible green intensity of his eyes. 'I forbid it. This course of action imperils your life.'
'Nevertheless, I will attempt to save the girl,' said Carnelian and coaxed his aquar forward towards the bridge.
Ravan began pleading with Osidian who turned on him. 'Choose to follow me or remain.'
He glared at Krow. 'You too.'
The youth moved his aquar to Osidian's side.
'My mother will expel you from our hearth,' cried Loskai.
'So be it,' said Krow.
This exchange seemed to make Ravan decide. 'I'm yours, Master.'
Crowrane raged. 'I'm your huntfather. You will obey me.'
Carnelian could not bear to watch any longer and directed his aquar towards the bridge.
'You mustn't,' the women cried trying to grab hold of his saddle-chair. The Elders ...'
'Hang the Elders,' Carnelian cried, making his aquar advance through them, then, when he was sure they would not be hurt, he spurred his aquar into a run across the bridge. He was through the gate before they could bar it against him. Once in the ferngarden he glanced back and saw Osidian already riding away with Krow, Ravan and some others.
THE CHILDGATHERER
The flesh tithe is a core instrument of the Policy of Domination.
Ammonites of the appropriate lores and levels (feel the appendices attached to this reel) are despatched annually to perform a demographic audit and evaluation of the tributary populations.
It is the core of the Policy of Domination that the tributary populations shall enforce the strictures of the auditing procedure upon themselves. In seeking to protect their own offspring from the tithe, kin can be expected to betray any infringement by others in the group. The greatest benefit accruing from this technique is not that it compels obedience without expense to the Commonwealth, but rather that it foments internecine conflict in the tributary populations precisely at the points where its individuals are most closely bonded.
(extracts from a codicil compiled in beadcord by the Wise of the Domain Tribute)
Morbid silence reigned beneath the mother trees as Carnelian crept up rootstairs and along paths fearing that, at any moment, he might be spotted. It seemed that the brooding menace of the faraway swamp had come to lair in the Grove. Peering through the branches of a cedar he spied people engaged in furtive rituals around its trunk.
When he reached Akaisha's tree he did not approach it by its open, downhill side, but instead ducked under the uphill branches. Hearing voices, he remained crouched, peering across the sleeping hollows to where he could see many of his hearthmates. Sil's lilt carrying through the silence was answered by her mother's heavier tones. Imagining Whin's reaction to seeing him there, Carnelian's courage slipped away. The danger he was putting them in froze his feet to the ground. This is my home, he told himself, but did not believe it. Not today. Today you are a Master; one of the Standing Dead. One of the monsters who have sent their servants to rape the Tribe of its children. He despised the arrogance that had made him imagine that he could save Poppy. In the gloom beneath the cedar, a boy was being prepared by his mother. Who was there to take care of Poppy, to give her comfort? It was her need that melted Carnelian into motion. The cedar bristled against his shoulders, then he was able to straighten up and, shaken by his heart, he began to wind his way through the hollows.
'Great M
other!' cried Sil.
Grief drained the blood from his head as Carnelian saw Fern standing beside her.
'You're not welcome here,' shrieked Sil. 'You brought the Gatherer.'
Carnelian could do nothing but stare at the accursed legionary collar gleaming darkly at Fern's throat.
'Why are you here?' his friend asked.
Akaisha appeared with Whin. 'Are you trying to get us all killed?'
'Where's the other one of your kind?' asked Whin.
'Out on the plain,' Carnelian answered.
Akaisha grasped Carnelian's arm. 'Didn't they catch you at the Newditch? Did no one warn you? We sent messengers to every gate in case you should return.'
'Yes, but... Poppy,' he said.
Akaisha's face sagged and she let go of him as Whin flamed to anger.
'You risk the Tribe for the sake of one child?' Carnelian saw the pain in Fern's eyes and wanted to tell him he had come for him too. 'One child?' barked Sil.
Her anger ignited Carnelian's own. 'Do you find that so hard to believe?' He scanned their faces. Whin's eyes glazed as she looked into herself. The same expression came over the other faces. Only Akaisha's eyes were seeing him and, in her face, there was something of shame.
She turned to her hearthsisters. 'I'll deal with this.'
Wild-eyed, Sil was led away by her mother.
'Where's Ravan?' asked Fern.
'Out on the plain ... he remained with the Master out on the plain,' Carnelian replied.
Fern hung his head. Akaisha looked at her son, already grieving for him. She put on a smile.
'If your brother hasn't come it's because he can't bear to see you torn from us.'
Her certainty was only a veneer. She peered out through the leaves and branches towards the plain as if she might hope to see Ravan in the far distance. 'Otherwise, he would most certainly be here.'
Carnelian wished he could confirm her hope. Her eyes lensed with tears, she took his hand and led him away from Fern. Carnelian saw as if for the first time the children of the hearth, shivering naked, the hair being scraped from their heads. Fathers and mothers, faces coloured by anger and pale fear, stiffened to masks by the tears they refused to shed that would break their children's courage.
Carnelian searched for Poppy and saw her, alone, kneeling over a leather bowl, water dripping from her face and hair. She began rising, ready to come running, but he shook his head and she understood and fell once more to her knees.
Akaisha squeezed his hand. 'She's not as abandoned as she looks, Carnie. Before you appeared, I was helping her get ready.'
‘I’ve never believed you to be uncaring.'
Akaisha flushed. 'I pray the Gatherer will take her in place of my granddaughter.'
'I know,' he said, letting her see in his eyes he was not judging her.
Carnelian glanced round looking for Fern. Holding his daughter in one arm, he was stooped over a bowl with Sil. As he concentrated on shaving the tiny head, his wife was examining his face as if she were engraving every curve and line in her memory. Carnelian envied her closeness to him.
'Don't mind his manner, Carnie, he's beside himself with fear,' said Akaisha in a low voice.
He looked round at her. 'His daughter?'
'My granddaughter will not be chosen,' she said fiercely. 'Of course he fears for her but today he has more reason to fear for himself.' She looked over at her son, sorrow ageing her. 'He's lived bravely with what must happen but he didn't expect it to come so soon. He's not had time to prepare himself for what will be done to him today.'
Today?' Carnelian said, his stomach knotting.
Misery was welling in her eyes. They're sure to want to make an example of him before the Tribe ...'
Tears began to spill down her cheeks. Instinctively, Carnelian embraced her, but she pushed him away, running the back of her arm across her eyes, holding on to him tighdy so he would not think she was angry with him.
'It was as much for him as for Poppy that I risked -' 'You think I don't know that?' she said, finding a smile. At that moment one of the children began to whimper.
Carnelian looked furtively round, feeling his gaze was an intrusion.
'Don't expect kindness today,' said Akaisha.
'Fern made it clear I'm not welcome here.'
She raised an eyebrow. 'Men see so little,' she said, and when Carnelian frowned, not understanding, she shook her head. 'He told you he's worried what disaster you being here might bring down on the Tribe, but perhaps even more strongly, he fears for you.'
That warming jolt was not enough to free Carnelian from the burden of what he was. 'I don't blame the Tribe for hating me.'
'It's not you they hate, but all the Standing Dead,' she said severely. The arrival of the Gatherer, unexpected as it is, has come as a bitter shock to everyone.'
She looked at Carnelian, waiting for him to answer the implied question.
The Master believes they seek us. If they find us here ...'
Akaisha nodded. 'I know well enough what will happen.'
He saw in her eyes that once the childgatherer had gone, there would be a reckoning.
'I'll hide, my mother, but first, please, will you allow me to tend to Poppy?'
She looked uncertain.
'Surely today every child is entitled to love.' Screwing her face up to hold back more tears, Akaisha gave in with a nod.
Poppy looked up at him with enormous eyes. 'I just knew you'd come, Carnie.'
He smiled. 'How could I not?' He knelt beside her and got her to bend forward and then, lifting water in his hands, he let it flow down over her head. She spluttered and, rising, made to part her bedraggled hair. Carnelian caught her hands. How smooth and unmarked they were. He let them go and wrapped her in a blanket to keep her warm. He plucked the flint razor from where Akaisha had left it and then gave his attention to hacking Poppy's hair off as close as he could to the roots. Tresses fell like black ribbons to the earth. Her tufted scalp seemed a desecration. Sensing she was reading his thoughts, he ran his hand over the soft brisdes and gently teased her about them until she twitched a smile. In that watery counterfeit he saw the depths of her terror. Blinking away his own tears, he concentrated on finding the sharpest edge of the flint. He sniffed, then glanced up.
'We wouldn't want ... At least I know from experience ...' His voice tailed off. It was hardly the time for reminiscences about the head-shaving habits of the Masters.
He set himself to scraping the stubble from her scalp. In spite of his care, he drew blood. He snatched his hand back expecting Poppy to cry out and was made even more miserable when she did not.
When they were done, he washed her head clean and patted it dry with an edge of the blanket. Her head seemed as fragile as eggshell. He saw she was watching one of the older boys who was clearly afraid, his father kneeling face to face with him, loving him, telling him to be strong. The boy stood stiffly, lower lip quivering.
Carnelian snatched her up into a hug. She clung to him. 'You won't let him take me, will you?' she whispered urgently.
He did not know what to say and ran his hand over her tiny naked head, rocking her, making sure she could not see the bleakness in his face.
From somewhere on the other side of the hill, the alien voices of trumpets blared setting Poppy violently trembling. She turned her face up.
'You'll be there, won't you, Carnie?'
He gave no answer, not only because he had none he wanted to give, but also because he saw their hearthmates were beginning to gather around the mother tree. Over their heads he could see Fern standing with his mother. Turning to the cedar, he embraced her bark, kissed her. A warm murmuring rose from his family.
Carnelian felt a familiar hand slip into his and glanced down.
'What's happening, Carnie?' Poppy asked.
For answer Carnelian lifted her up and swung her onto his shoulders. Together they watched as one by one the hearth filed in to kiss and embrace Fern. Their grief at losing
him was a pressure in the air. Soon Carnelian was joining his tears to theirs. This parting was an ache in him and yet he felt shut out. Though Fern looked in his direction several times, he did not beckon Carnelian and, without a sign, Carnelian was unwilling to breach the ring of his family.
When Fern had said goodbye even to the smallest child, he rose and, for a moment, they stood silent with him and Akaisha in the heart of their gathering. Sil joined them, handing her baby to her husband. Then Akaisha broke the circle as she made towards Carnelian. Behind her came Fern holding his baby, Sil at his side.
Carnelian lifted Poppy down and crouched to say goodbye to her. He had forgotten the power her eyes had over him.
'You'll have to be going now, Poppy,' he said, his voice breaking.
Crying, she shook her head. 'You must come. You must.'
For a moment he contemplated running down to the aquar, carrying her off into safety.
He glanced up to find Akaisha standing over them. Reading his eyes, she edged closer.
'If the girl doesn't take her chance with the rest, those who will find out today they're to lose their children will kill her.'
Akaisha's face seemed carved from her mother tree.
Carnelian fought panic as she reached out for Poppy. He could feel her trembling against his chest. Her eyes looking up into his were those of an animal in a trap.
He kissed her, wanting to, needing to give her some comfort. Til be watching you,' he whispered in her ear. It was an impulse he instantly regretted. He cursed himself silendy. Turned to stone, he let Akaisha pull Poppy off him. He watched the little girl glancing round, catching the fear stiffening every face. When her gaze returned to him, he saw her hunger for confirmation of his promise and he could not deny her the nod she wanted. His stomach clenched as he saw the courage it gave her. She nodded back as he watched Akaisha walk away with her. Carnelian became aware Fern was looking at him with a strange burning in his eyes. Carnelian felt suddenly overwhelmed by the enormity of what was about to happen. He felt queasy imagining the pain, the humiliations Fern would suffer before his execution in faraway Makar.
Fern handed his child to his wife. 'I'll join you in a moment.'
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