by Gene Wolfe
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I tried to sit up. The two-headed man caught me with an arm of iron and pulled me down again, saying, "Its dangerous. These things were built to lie in. You wouldnt want to lose your head, would you? Its nearly as bad, believe me, as getting an extra one. "
The boat nosed down and plunged into the dark. For a moment I thought we were going to die, but the sensation became one of exhilarating speed, the kind of feeling I had known as a boy when we used to slide on evergreen boughs among the mausoleums in winter. When I had become somewhat accustomed to it, I asked, "Were you born as you are? Or was Piaton actually thrust upon you in some way?" Already, I think, I had begun to realize that my life would depend on finding out as much as I could about this strange being.
The head that spoke laughed. "My name is Typhon. You might as well call me by it. Have you heard of me? Once I ruled this planet, and many more. "
I was certain he lied, so I said, "Rumors of your might echo still. . . Typhon. "
He laughed again. "You were on the point of calling me Imperator or something of the sort, werent you? You shall yet. No, I was not born as I am, or born at all, as you meant it. Nor was Piaton grafted to me. I was grafted to him. What do you think of that?"
The boat moved so rapidly now that the air was whistling above our heads, but the descent seemed less steep than it had been. As I spoke, it became nearly level. "Did you wish it?"
"I commanded it. "
"Then I think it very strange. Why should you desire to have such a thing done?"
"That I might have life, of course. " It was too dark now for me to see either face, though Typhons was less than a cubit from my own. "All life acts to preserve its life - that is what we call the Law of Existence. Our bodies, you see, die long before we do. In fact, it would be fair to say that we only die because they do. My physicians, of whom I naturally had the best of many worlds, told me it might be possible for me to take a new body, their first thought being to enclose my brain in the skull previously occupied by another. You see the flaw in that?"
Wondering if he were serious, I said, "No, Im afraid I do not. "
"The face - the face! The face would be lost, and it is the face that men are accustomed to obey!" His hand gripped my arm in the dark. "I told them it wouldnt do. Then one came who suggested that the entire head might be substituted. It would even be easier, he said, because the complex neural connections controlling speech and vision would be left intact. I promised him a palatinate if he should succeed. "
"It would appear to me - " I began.
Typhon laughed once more. "That it would be better if the original head were removed first. Yes, I always thought so myself. But the technique of making the neural connections was difficult, and he found that the best way - all this was with experimental subjects I provided for him - was to transfer only the voluntary functions by surgery. When that was done, the involuntary ones transferred themselves, eventually. Then the original head could be removed. It would leave a scar, of course, but a shirt would cover it. "
"But something went wrong?" I had already moved as far from him as I could in the narrow boat.
"Mostly it was a matter of time. " The terrible vigor of his voice, which had been unrelenting, now seemed to wane. "Piaton was one of my slaves - not the largest, but the strongest of all. We tested them. It never occurred to me that someone with his strength might be strong, too, in holding to the action of the heart. . . "
"I see," I said, though in truth I saw nothing.
"It was a period of great confusion as well. My astronomers had told me that this suns activity would decay slowly. Far too slowly, in fact, for the change to be noticeable in a human lifetime. They were wrong. The heat of the world declined by nearly two parts in a thousand over a few years, then stabilized. Crops failed, and there were famines and riots. I should have left then. "
"Why didnt you?" I asked.
"I felt a firm hand was needed. There can only be one firm hand, whether it is the rulers or someone elses. . .
"Then too, a wonder-worker had arisen, as such people do. He wasnt really a troublemaker, though some of my ministers said he was. I had withdrawn here until my treatment should be complete, and since diseases and deformities seemed to flee from him, I ordered him brought to me. "
"The Conciliator," I said, and a moment later could have opened my own wrist for it.
"Yes, that was one of his names. Do you know where he is now?"
"He has been dead for many chiliads. "
"And yet he remains, I think?"
That remark startled me so that I looked down at the sack suspended from my neck to see if azure light were not escaping from it.
At that moment, the vessel in which we rode lifted its prow and began to ascend. The moaning of the air about us became the roaring of a whirlwind.
Chapter 26
The Eyes of the World
PERHAPS THE BOAT was controlled by light - when light flashed about us, it stopped at once. In the lap of the mountain I had suffered from the cold, but that was nothing to what I felt now. No wind blew, but it was colder than the bitterest winter I could recall, and I grew dizzy with the effort of sitting up.
Typhon sprang out. "Its been a long time since I was here last. Well, its good to be home again. "
We were in an empty chamber hewn from solid rock, a place as big as a ballroom. Two circular windows at the far end admitted the light; Typhon hastened toward them. They were perhaps a hundred paces apart, and each was some ten cubits wide. I followed him until I noticed that his bare feet left distinct, dark prints. Snow had drifted through the windows and spilled upon the stone floor. I fell to my knees, scooped it up, and stuffed my mouth with it.
I have never tasted anything so delicious. The heat of my tongue seemed to melt it to nectar at once; I truly felt that I could remain where I was all my life, on my knees devouring the snow. Typhon turned back, and seeing me, laughed. "I had forgotten how thirsty you were. Go ahead. We have plenty of time. What I wanted to show you can wait. "
Piatons mouth moved too as it had before, and I thought I caught an expression of sympathy on the idiot face. That brought me to myself again, possibly only because I had already gulped several mouthfuls of the melting snow. When I had swallowed again, I remained where I was, scraping a new heap together, but I said, "You told me about Piaton. Why cant he speak?"
"He cant get his breath, poor fellow," Typhon said. Now I saw that he had an erection, which he nursed with one hand. "As I told you, I control all the voluntary functions - I will control the involuntary ones too, soon. So although poor Piaton can still move his tongue and shape his lips, he is like a musician who fingers the keys of a horn he cannot blow. When youve had enough of that snow, tell me, and Ill show you where you can get something to eat. "
I filled my mouth again and swallowed. "This is enough. Yes, I am very hungry. "
"Good," he said, and turning away from the windows went to the wall at one side of the chamber. When I neared it, I saw that it, at least, was not (as I had thought) plain stone. Instead, it seemed a kind of crystal, or thick, smoky glass; through it I could see loaves and many strange dishes, as still and perfect as food in a painting.
"You have a talisman of power," Typhon told me. "Now you must give it to me, so that we can open this cupboard. "
"Im afraid I dont understand what you mean. Do you want my sword?"
"I want the thing you wear at your neck," he said, and stretched out a hand for it. I stepped back. "There is no power in it. "
"Then you lose nothing. Give it to me. " As Typhon spoke, Piatons head moved almost imperceptibly from side to side. "It is only a curio," I said. "Once I thought it had great power, but when I tried to revive a beautiful woman who was dying, it had no effect, and yesterday it could not restore the boy who traveled with me. How did you know of it?"
"I was watching you, of course. I climbed high enough to see you well. When my ring killed the child and
you went to him, I saw the sacred fire. You dont have to actually put it in my hand if you dont want to - just do what I tell you. "
"You could have warned us, then," I said. "Why should I? At that time you were nothing to me. Do you want to eat or not?"
I took out the gem. After all, Dorcas and Jonas had seen it, and I had heard the Pelerines had displayed it in a monstrance on great occasions. It lay on my palm like a bit of blue glass, all fire gone.
Typhon leaned over it curiously. "Hardly impressive. Now kneel. "
I knelt.
"Repeat after me: I swear by all this talisman represents that for the food I shall receive, I shall be the creature of him I know as Typhon, evermore - "
A snare was closing beside which Decumans net was a primitive first attempt. This one was so subtle I scarcely knew it was there, and yet I sensed that every strand was of hard-drawn steel.
" - rendering to him all I have and all I shall be, what I own now and what I shall own in days to come, living or dying at his pleasure. "
"I have broken oaths before," I said. "If I took it, I should break that one. "
"Then take it," he said. "It is no more than a form we must follow. Take it, and I can release you as soon as you have finished eating. "
I stood instead. "You said you loved truth. Now I see why - it is truth that binds men. " I put the Claw away.
If I had not done so, it would have been lost forever a moment later. Typhon seized me, pinning my arms to my sides so I could not draw Terminus Est, and ran with me to one of the windows. I struggled, but it was as a puppy struggles in the hands of a strong man.
As we approached it, the great size of the window made it seem not a window at all; it was as though a part of the outer world had intruded itself into the chamber, and it was a part consisting not of the fields and trees at the mountains base, which was what I had expected, but of mere extension, a fragment of the sky. The chambers rock wall, less than a cubit thick, floated backward at the corner of my vision like the muddled line we see, swimming with open eyes, that is the demarcation between the water and the air.
Then I was outside. Typhons hold had shifted to my ankles, but whether because of the thickness of my boots or merely because of my panic, for a moment I felt I was not held at all. My back was to the mass of the mountain. The Claw, in its soft bag, dangled below my head, held by my chin. I remember feeling a sudden, absurd fear that Terminus Est would slip from her sheath.
I pulled myself up with my belly muscles, as a gymnast does when he hangs from the bar by his feet. Typhon released one of my ankles to strike my mouth with his fist, so that I fell back again. I cried out, and tried to wipe my eyes clear of the blood trickling into them from my lips.
The temptation to draw my sword, raise myself again, and strike with it was almost too great to resist. Yet I knew that I could not do so without giving Typhon ample time to see what I intended and let me fall. Even if I succeeded, I would die.
"I urge you now. . . " Typhons voice came above me, seeming distant in that golden immensity. ". . . to require of your talisman such help as it can provide you. "
He paused, and every moment seemed Eternity itself.
"Can it aid you?"
I managed to call, "No. "
"Do you understand where you are?"
"I saw. On the face. The mountain autarch. "
"It is my face - did you see that? I was the autarch. It is I who come again. You are at my eyes, and it is the iris of my right eye that is to your back. Do you comprehend? You are a tear, a single black tear I weep. In an instant, I may let you fall away to stain my garment. Who can save you, Talisman-bearer?"
"You. Typhon. "
"Only I?"
"Only Typhon. "
He pulled me back up, and I clung to him as the boy had once clung to me, until we were well inside the great chamber that was the cranial cavity of the mountain.
"Now," he said, "we will make one more attempt. You must come with me to the eye again, and this time you must go willingly. Perhaps it will be easier for you if we go to the left eye instead of the right. "
He took my arm. I suppose I could be said to have gone by my own will, since I walked; but I think I have never in my life walked with less heart. It was only the memory of my recent humiliation that kept me from refusing. We did not halt until we stood upon the very rim of the eye; then with a gesture, Typhon forced me to look out. Below us lay an ocean of undulating cloud, blue with shadow where it was not rose with sunlight.
"Autarch," I said, "how are we here, when the vessel in which we rode plunged down so long a tunnel?"
He shrugged my question aside. "Why should gravity serve Urth, when it can serve Typhon? Yet Urth is fair. Look! You see the robe of the world. Is it not beautiful?"
"Very beautiful," I agreed.
"It can be your robe. I have told you that I was autarch on many worlds. I shall be autarch again, and this time on many more. This world, the most ancient of all, I made my capital. That was an error, because I lingered too long when disaster came. By the time I would have escaped, escape was no longer open to me - those to whom I had given control of such ships as could reach the stars had fled in them, and I was besieged on this mountain. I shall not make that mistake again. My capital will be elsewhere, and I will give this world to you, to rule as my steward. "
I said, "I have done nothing to deserve so exalted a position. "
"Talisman-bearer, no one, not even you, can require me to justify my acts. Instead, view your empire. "
Par below us, a wind was born as he spoke. The clouds seethed under its lash and gathered themselves like soldiers into serried ranks moving eastward. Beneath them I saw mountains, and the coastal plains, and beyond the plains the faint, blue line of the sea.
"Look!" Typhon pointed, and as he did so, a pinprick of light appeared in the mountains to the northeast. "Some great energy weapon has been used there," he said. "Perhaps by the ruler of this age, perhaps by his foes. Whichever it may be, its location is revealed now, and it will be destroyed. The armies of this age are weak. They will fly before our flails as chaff at the harvest. "
