by Jack Vance
"We are from a remote place," said Reith. "You have never heard of it."
The old man made a sign of indifference. "Whatever you like; provided that you observe the ceremonies, and pay your score."
"Two questions," said Reith. "What are the 'ceremonies,' and how much must we expect to pay as a daily charge?"
"The ceremonies are simple," said the Zsafathran. "An exchange of pleasantries, so to speak. The charges will be perhaps four or five sequins a day. Go ashore at the dock, if you will; then we must take your boat away, to discourage speculation should a Thang or a Bihasu pass by."
Reith decided to make no objection. He worked the boat to the dock, a construction of withe and reeds lashed to piles of ouingawood. The Zsafathran jumped from the boat, and gallantly helped Zap 210 to the dock, inspecting her closely as he did so.
Reith jumped ashore with a mooring line, which the Zsafathran took and passed on to a lad with a set of muttered instructions. He led Reith and Zap 210 through the white pavilion and into the great freehouse. "So here you are, take your ease. The cubicle yonder is at your service. Food and wine will be served in due course."
"We want to bathe," said Reith, "and we would appreciate a change of clothes if any such are available."
"The bathhouse is yonder. Fresh garments after the Zsafathran style can be furnished at a price."
"And the price?"
"Ordinary suits of gray furze for withe-cutting or tillage are ten sequins each.
Since your present garments are little better than rags, I recommend the expense."
"Under-linen is included in this price?"
"Upon a surcharge of two sequins apiece under-linen is furnished, and should you wish new sandals, each must pay five sequins additionally."
"Very well," said Reith. "Bring everything. We'll go first class while the sequins last."
CHAPTER SIX
WEARING THE SIMPLE gray smock and trousers of the Zsafathrans, Zap 210 looked somewhat less peculiar and conspicuous. Her black hair had begun to curl; exposure to wind and sun had darkened her skin; only her perfectly regular features and her brooding absorption with secret ideas now set her apart. Reith doubted, however, if a stranger would notice in her conduct anything more unusual than shyness.
But Cauch, the old Zsafathran, noticed. Taking Reith aside, he muttered in a confidential voice, "Your woman: perhaps she is ill? If you require herbs, sweat-baths or homeopathy, these are available, at no great cost."
"Everything at Zsafathra is a bargain," said Reith. "Before we leave we might owe more sequins than we carry. In this case, what would be your attitude?"
"Sorrowful resignation, nothing more. We know ourselves for a destiny-blasted race, doomed to a succession of disappointments. But I trust this is not to be the case?"
"Not unless we enjoy your hospitality longer than I presently plan."
"No doubt you will carefully gauge your resources. But again, what of the woman's condition?" He subjected Zap 210 to a critical scrutiny. "I have had some experience in these matters; I deem her peaked and listless, and somewhat morose. Beyond this, I am puzzled."
"She is an unfathomable person," Reith agreed.
"The description, if I may say so, applies to you both," said Cauch. He turned his owlish gaze upon Reith. "Well, the woman's morbidity is your affair, of course ... A collation has been served on the pavilion, which you are invited to join."
"At a small charge, presumably?"
"How can it be otherwise? In this exacting world only the air we breathe is free. Are you the sort to go hungry because you begrudge the outlay of a few bice? I think not. Come." And Cauch, urging them out upon the pavilion, seated them in withe chairs before a wicker table, then went off to instruct the girls who served from the buffet.
Cool tea, spice-cakes, stalks of a crisp red water-vegetable were set before them as a first course. The food was palatable, the chairs were comfortable; after the vicissitudes of the previous weeks the situation seemed unreal, and Reith was unable to subdue a nervous mannerism of looking warily this way and that. Gradually he relaxed. The pavilion seemed an idyll of peace. Gauzy fronds of the purple ouinga trailed low, exhaling an aromatic scent. Carina 4269 sprinkled dancing spots of dark gold light across the water. From somewhere beyond the free-house came the music of water-gongs. Zap 210 gazed across the pond in a reverie, nibbling at the food as if it lacked flavor. Becoming aware of Reith's attention she straightened primly in the chair.
"Shall I serve more of this tea?" asked Reith.
"If you like."
Reith poured from the bubble-glass jug. "You don't seem particularly hungry," he observed.
"I suppose not. I wonder if they have any diko."
"I'm sure that they have no diko," said Reith.
Zap 210 gave her fingers a petulant twitch.
Reith asked, "Do you like this place?"
"It is better than the vastness of the sea."
For a period Reith sipped his tea in silence. The table was cleared; new dishes were set before them: croquettes in sweet jelly; toasted sticks of white pith; nubbins of gray sea-flesh. As before Zap 210 showed no great appetite. Reith said politely, "You've seen something of the surface now. Is it different from your expectations?"
Zap 210 reflected. "I never thought to see so many motherwomen," she murmured, as if talking to herself.
"'Mother-women' ? Do you mean women with children?"
She flushed. "I mean the women with prominent breasts and hips. There are so many! Some of them seem very young: no more than girls."
"It's quite normal," said Reith. "As girls grow out of childhood, they develop breasts and hips."
"I am not a child," Zap 210 declared in an unusually haughty voice. "And I ..."
Her voice dwindled away.
Reith poured another mug of tea and settled back into his chair. "It's time," he said, "that I explained certain matters to you. I suppose I should have done so before. All women are mother-women."
Zap 210 stared at him incredulously. "This isn't the case at all!"
"Yes, it is," said Reith. "The Pnume fed you drugs to keep you immature: the diko, or so I imagine. You aren't drugged now and you're becoming normal-more or less. Haven't you noticed changes in yourself?"
Zap 210 sank back in her chair, dumbfounded by his knowledge of her embarrassing secret. "Such things are not to be talked about."
"So long as you know what's happening."
Zap 210 sat looking out over the water. In a diffident voice she asked, "You have noticed changes in me?"
"Well, yes. First of all, you no longer look like the ghost of a sick boy."
Zap 210 whispered, "I don't want to be a fat animal, wallowing in the dark. Must I be a mother?"
"All mothers are women," Reith explained, "but not all women are mothers. Not all mothers become fat animals."
"Strange, strange! Why are some women mothers and not others? Is it evil destiny?"
"Men are involved in the process," said Reith. "Look yonder, on the deck of that cottage: two children, a woman, a man. The woman is a mother. She is young and looks healthy. The man is the father. Without fathers, there are no children."
Before Reith could proceed with his explanation, old Cauch returned to the table and seated himself.
"All is satisfactory?"
"Very much so," said Reith. "We will regret leaving your village."
Cauch nodded complacently. "In a few poor ways we are a fortunate folk, neither rigorous like the Khors, nor obsessively flexible like the Thangs to the west.
What of yourselves? I admit to curiosity regarding your provenance and your destination, for I regard you as unusual folk."
Reith ruminated a moment or two, then said: "I don't mind satisfying your curiosity if you are willing to pay my not, unreasonable fee. In fact I can offer you various grades of enlightenment. For a hundred sequins I guarantee amazement and awe."
Cauch drew back, hands raised in protest. "Tell me nothing upon w
hich you place a value! But any oddments of small talk you can spare at no charge will find in me an attentive listener."
Reith laughed. "Triviality is a luxury I can't afford. Tomorrow we depart Zsafathra. Our few sequins must take us to Sivishe-in what fashion I don't know."
"As to this I can't advise you," said Cauch, "not even for a fee. My experience extends only so far as Urmank. Here you must go carefully. The Thangs will take all your sequins without a qualm. Useless to feel anger or injury! This is the Thang temperament. Rather than work they prefer to connive; Zsafathrans are very much on their guard when they visit Urmank, as you will see should you choose to go in our company to the Urmank bazaar."
"Hmm." Reith rubbed his chin. "What of our boat, in this case?"
Cauch shrugged, somewhat too casually or so it seemed to Reith. "What is a boat?
A floating shell of wood."
"We had planned to sell this valuable boat at Urmank," said Reith. "Still, to save myself the effort of navigation, I will let it go here for less than its full value."
With a quiet laugh Cauch shook his head. "I have no need for so clumsy and awkward a craft. The rigging is frayed, the sails are by no means the best; there is only a poor assortment of gear and rope in the forward caddy."
After an hour and a half of proposals and counter-proposals Reith disposed of the boat for forty-two sequins, together with all costs of accommodation at Zsafathra, and transportation to Urmank on the morrow. As they bargained they consumed quantities of the pepper tea, a mild intoxicant. Reith's mood became loose and easy. The present seemed none too bad. The future? It would be met on its own terms. At the moment the failing afternoon light seeped through the enormous ouinga trees, pervading the air with dusty violet, and the pond mirrored the sky.
Cauch went off about his affairs; Reith leaned back in his chair. He considered Zap 210, who also had drunk a considerable quantity of the pepper tea. Some alteration of his mood caused him to see her not as a Pnumekin and a freak but as a personable young woman sitting quietly in the dusk. Her attention was fixed on something across the pavilion; what she saw astonished her and she turned to Reith in wonder. Reith noticed how large and dark were her eyes. She spoke in a shocked whisper. "Did you see ... that?.„
"What?"
"A young man and a young woman-they stood close and put their faces together!"
"Really!"
"Yes!"
"I can't believe it. Just what did they do?"
"Well-I can't quite describe it."
"Was it like this?" Reith put his hands on her shoulders, looked deep into the startled eyes.
"No ... not quite. They were closer."
"Like this?"
Reith put his arms around her. He remembered the cold water of the Pagaz lake, the desperate animal vitality of her body as she had clung to him. "Was it like this?"
She pushed back at his shoulders. "Yes ... Let me go; someone might think us boisterous."
"Did they do this?" Reith kissed her. She looked at him in astonishment and alarm, and put her hand to her mouth. "No ... Why did you do that?"
"Did you mind?"
"Well, no. I don't think so. But please don't do it again; it makes me feel very strangely."
"That," said Reith, "is the effects of the diko wearing off." He drew back and sat with his head spinning. She looked at him uncertainly. "I can't understand why you did that."
Reith took a deep breath. "It's natural for men and women to be attracted to each other. This is called the reproductive instinct, and sometimes it results in children."
Zap 210 became alarmed. "Will I now be a mother-woman?"
"No," said Reith. "We'd have to become far friendlier."
"You're sure?"
Reith thought that she leaned toward him. "I'm sure." He kissed her again, and this time, after a first nervous motion, she made no resistance ... then she gasped. "Don't move. They won't notice us if we sit like this; they'll be ashamed to look."
Reith froze, his face close to hers. "Who won't notice us?" he muttered.
"Look-now."
Reith glanced over his shoulder. Across the pavilion stood two dark shapes wearing black cloaks and wide-brimmed black hats.
"Gzhindra," she whispered.
Cauch came into the pavilion, and went to talk with the Gzhindra. After a moment he led them out into the road.
Dusk became night. Across the pavilion the serving girls hung up lamps with yellow and green shades, and brought new trays and tureens to the buffet table.
Reith and Zap 210 sat somberly back in the shadows.
Cauch, returning to the pavilion, joined them. "Tomorrow at dawn we will depart for Urmank, and no doubt arrive by noon. You know the reputation of the Thangs?"
"To some extent."
"The reputation is deserved," said Cauch. "They cheat in preference to keeping faith; their favorite money is stolen money. So be on your guard."
Reith asked casually, "Who were the two men in black with whom you spoke half an hour ago?"
Cauch nodded as if he had been awaiting the question. "Those were Gzhindra, or Ground-men as we call them, who sometimes act as agents for the Pnume. Their business tonight was different. They have taken a commission from the Khors to locate a man and a woman who desecrated a sacred place and stole a boat near the town of Fauzh. The description, by a peculiar coincidence, matched your own, though certain discrepancies enabled me to state with accuracy that no such persons had been seen at Zsafathra. Still, they may discuss the matter with people who do not know you as well as I; to avoid any possible confusion of identities, I suggest that you alter your appearance as dramatically as possible."
"That is easier said than done," said Reith.
"Not altogether." Cauch put his fingers into his mouth, producing a shrill whistle. Without surprise or haste one of the serving girls approached: a pleasant creature, broad in hips, shoulders, cheekbones and mouth, with nondescript brown hair worn in a wildly coquettish array of ringlets. "Well, then, you desire something?"
"Bring a pair of turbans," said Cauch. "The orange and white, with black bangles."
The girl procured the articles. Going to Zap 210, she wound the orange and white cloth around the black cap of hair, tied it so that the tasseled ends hung behind the left ear, then affixed black bangles to swing somewhat in front of the right ear. Reith marveled at the transformation. Zap 210 now seemed daring and mischievous, a gay young girl costumed as a pirate.
Reith was next fitted with the turban; Zap 210 seemed to find the transformation amusing; she opened her mouth and laughed: the first occasion Reith had heard her do so.
Cauch appraised them both. "A remarkable difference. You have become a pair of Hedaijhans. Tomorrow I will provide you with shawls. Your very mothers would not know you."
"What do you charge for this service?" demanded Reith. "A reasonable sum, I hope?"
"A total of eight sequins, to include the articles themselves, fitting, and training in the postures of the Hedaijhans. Essentially, you must walk with a swagger, swinging your arms-so." Cauch demonstrated a mincing lurching gait.
"With your hands-so. Now, lady, you first. Remember, your knees must be bent.
Swing, swagger..."
Zap 210 followed the instructions with great earnestness, looking toward Reith to see if he laughed.
The practice went on into the night, while the pink moon sailed behind the ouinga trees, and the blue moon rose in the east. Finally Cauch pronounced himself satisfied. "You would deceive almost anyone. So then, to the couch.
Tomorrow we journey to Urmank."
The sleeping cubicle was dim, cracks in the rattan wall admitting slits of green and yellow light from the pavilion lamps, as many more from the pink and blue moons shining from different directions to make a multicolored mesh on the floor.
Zap 210 went to the wall and peered through the cracks out toward the avenue which ran under the ouingas. She looked for several minutes. Reith came to join her.
"What do you see?"
"Nothing. They would not let themselves be seen so easily." She turned away and with an inscrutable glance toward Reith went to sit on one of the wicker couches. Presently she said, "You are a very strange man."
Reith had no reply to make.
"There is so much you don't tell me. Sometimes I feel as if I know nothing whatever."
"What do you want to know?"
"How people of the surface act, how they feel ... why they do the things they do..."
Reith went to where she sat and stood looking down at her. "Do you want to learn all these things tonight?"
She sat looking down at her hands. "No. I'm afraid ... Not now."
Reith reached out and touched her head. He was suddenly wildly tempted to sit down beside her and tell her the tale of his remarkable past ... He wanted to feel her eyes on him; to see her pale face attentive and marveling ... In fact, thought Reith, he had begun to find this strange girl with her secret thoughts stimulating.
He turned away. As he crossed to his own couch he felt her eyes on his back.
CHAPTER SEVEN
THE MORNING SUNLIGHT entered the cubicle, strained by the withes of the wall.
Going out upon the pavilion, Reith and Zap 210 found Cauch making a breakfast of pilgrim-pod cakes and a hot broth redolent of the shore. He inspected Reith and Zap 210 narrowly, paying particular attention to the turbans and their gait.
"Not too bad. But you tend to forget. More swagger, lady, more shrug to your shoulders. Remember when you leave the pavilion you are Hedaijhans, in case suspicions have been aroused, in case someone waits and watches."
After breakfast, the three went out upon the avenue which led northward under the ouinga trees, Reith and Zap 210 as thoroughly Hedaijhan as turban, shawl and mincing gait could make them, to a pair of carts drawn by a type of animal Reith had not previously seen: a gray-skinned beast which pranced elegantly and precisely on eight long legs.
Cauch climbed aboard the first cart; Reith and Zap 210 joined him. The carts departed Zsafathra.
The road led out upon a damp land of reeds, water-plants, isolated black stumps trailing lime-green tendrils. Cauch gave a great deal of his attention to the sky, as did the Zsafathrans in the cart behind. Reith finally asked: "What are you watching for?"
