In Green's Jungles tbotss-2

by Gene Wolfe

  He came, and stood behind me on the hilltop.

  I have been preparing myself to describe that the whole time I have been writing, and now that the moment has come I am as wordless as my horse.

  I knew that he was there, that if I turned, I would see them.

  I also knew that it was not permitted me, that it would be an act of disobedience for which I would be forgiven but whose consequences I would suffer.

  Just now I got up to think, walking around our camp. Oreb is off looking for something to eat. "Bird hunt," he said. It recalled Krait, flying away from our boat after Seawrack and I had gone to bed.

  Both Dukos are sleeping. So are Private Cuoio, General Morello, and the coachman and the rest of the troopers. Only Colonel Terzo was awake, staring at me with frightened eyes before pretending to sleep.

  None of which matters.

  That, I believe, is what I ought to tell you, although it is by no means exact. In the presence of the Outsider, I was conscious of another whorl. Not a remote one like Green or the Long Sun Whorl that you and I grew up in, but a whorl that is as present to us as this one, a place all around us that we cannot see into. Many would say that it is not real, but that is almost the reverse of truth. It is the things of this whorl that are unreal by the standards of that one.

  Think of a picture. Do you remember the wonderful pictures in the Calde's Palace, and how we went through all those empty rooms taking off dustcovers and looking wide-eyed at the rich furniture and the pictures? Surely you must.

  We are there still, Nettle, as Silk and Hyacinth still kneel by the pool in Ermine's.

  There was a picture of a worried man writing at a little table while his wife crocheted, remember that one? Was the man actually present?

  He was present in the picture, there can be no doubt of that. If he had not been, we would have seen a picture of a young, unhappy-looking woman crocheting alone.

  That is how it is for us. The hill on which I found the altar was really there-in the whorl that we are so prone to believe is the only whorl; but it is no more real than the table at which that man wrote, and for as long as the Outsider remained with me I knew that.

  No, I know it now. I was directly aware of it then.

  Think of a man who sees a picture and thinks it is real. Here on the wall is a painted door, open, and beyond it another room, in which a ragged child stands weeping. He goes to the child to comfort it, stops, and reaches out until his fingers brush the painted plaster. So it was with me while the Outsider was with me; my fingers touched the plaster, and the illusion lost its power over me.

  I cannot explain it better than that. I have tried to think of something more, of some way in which I can tell you what it is to walk with a god and know that the god loves you, as Auk did; and as I did there upon the hill. Perhaps something will come to me later. If so, I will set it down.

  Before I proceed I should tell you that although my horse was where I had tied him, and unharmed, I saw the tracks of some great beast all around him in the snow. I was not huntsman enough to identify it, but it was very large and had big soft feet with seven toes. A baletiger? We coursed them in Gaon, but it seems that they are more apt to course men in this part of the whorl. Whatever it was, it had walked about my horse several times, and had left him trembling and sweating, but had not harmed him.

  I took out the remaining bread, which was not very much, wet it with wine, gave it to him, and mounted and rode away. I have never left a friend with so high a heart.

  Our son is here, as I believe I may have said already. He has been calling himself Cuoio – but let me begin at the beginning.

  I found Sfido and the rest scarcely a league from the place where I had left them. I had told them to continue our journey, as you will remember; and so they had, but not very far. They were very glad to see me, or at any rate Sfido was. He called to Cuoio, who joined us and saluted. Sfido said, "Inclito's given this young fellow a horse and sent him to us. He says you wanted to see him."

  I acknowledged that I did, and invited him to come with me. "I'm sorry to take you from the fire," I told him as we walked away from it, "but I want to ask you various questions. They are innocent things, but it isn't wise to let other people overhear conversations that do not concern them. You were one of the young troopers behind the hedgerow, weren't you? You set off the fireworks?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "And shot at the cavalry attacking us, after the fireworks were gone?"

  "No, sir. I didn't have this," he indicated his slug gun, "until after the battle."

  "I see. You came out here from Blanko?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Were you born in Blanko?"

  "No, sir."

  "In Grandecitta?"

  "No, sir."

  "In Olmo then? Or in Novella Citta? Were you born in Soldo, by any chance? Duko Sfido wasn't either, he was born in Grandecitta, I believe. He has lived most of his life in Soldo, however, although he's been fighting against it."

  "I didn't know he was Duko Sfido, sir. I've been calling him Colonel Sfido. That's what General Inclito called him."

  "I feel sure he doesn't object; he would have corrected you if he did. Where were you born, Private Cuoio?"

  "A long way away, sir." His voice was so soft that I could barely hear him.

  I turned and looked back at the fire. Sfido and the rest were huddled about it so closely that it could scarcely be seen. Our horses waited, patient and miserable, their heads to the wind.

  "We will find no comfort here," I said. "Not even the slight comfort of blankets and a fire. Winter is no time to fight a war."

  Oreb leaned fluttering from the handle of my staff to offer Cuoio his advice. "Boy talk. Talk now."

  "Yes, speak, Cuoio. You can dodge my questions for a long time, no doubt." I coughed. "But not all night. Would it help to know that I am not your enemy? Sinew thought I was his-"

  Cuoio looked at me sharply.

  "But we were friends at the end, even when we fought. What was your name before you came to Blanko? What name were you born with?"

  "Hide, sir."

  "Thank you, Hide. It seems a good enough name. Why did you change it?"

  "Nobody would tell me anything, sir. I mean before I got into town. There was a place, a little village, like, and when I said my name was Hide they sent me to talk to the shoemaker. I mean they told me to talk to this certain man, and he could probably tell me. So I went around looking for him, and he was a shoemaker. He laughed at me, but he helped me anyway. He said to say my name was Cuoio, and showed me how to eat the way they do, and these people were a lot friendlier after that."

  "Good! Good!" Oreb bobbed on the handle of my staff.

  "They told you what you wanted to know?"

  He nodded with his head cocked, listening. "Did you hear that, sir?"

  "I didn't hear anything except the wind. What did you hear?"

  "A big animal, I think, sir. Not a horse."

  "It's a baletiger, I believe, though it seems almost too large for one. I saw its tracks this afternoon-or at least I saw the tracks of a similar animal. You said that the people told you what you wanted to know, after you changed your name. What was it you wanted to know?"

  "That isn't exactly right, sir." Hide unslung his slug gun as he spoke and pushed the safety catch off. "But they tried to help me, and they were nicer to me."

  "I have found them very friendly."

  "Isn't your name really Incanto, sir? It sounds like one of their names."

  I ignored the question. "What was it you asked them?"

  "I'm trying to find my father, sir. Or a town called Pajarocu, because he went there."

  "And has never come back. I see."

  "Yes, sir."

  "Don't you know where Pajarocu is, Hide?"

  "No, sir. Do you?"

  I nodded.

  "Will you tell me, sir? I-I certainly would appreciate it, sir."

  "I may. We'll see. You've been honest and forth
right, Hide, and I'm grateful. Before I ask you anything more, I want to assure you that nothing bad is going to happen to you as a result of your honesty-that I wish you well. Do you accept that?"

  "Yes, sir. You said Sinew, sir. He thought you were his enemy."

  I nodded again. "Sinew was a young man who was with me in Pajarocu, Hide. He cannot have been your father, however. Sinew cannot have been more than nine or ten at the time you were born."

  "He's my brother, sir. I mean, I've got a brother named Sinew. It might not be the same person. He's pretty tall, and he's got black hair like mine, sir. Big hands?"

  "Many thousands of men would fit that description, Private Hide." A fit of coughing overtook me. "Describe your father."

  "His name's Horn, sir. He's about as tall as me, maybe a little bit taller, and kind of stocky. Just about bald."

  I untied my scarf and let my hair blow free in the wind. "Like this?"

  "No, sir. You've got a lot more hair than he does, and yours is white. His is kind of a dark gray, and there isn't that much of it."

  "As tall as I am?"

  "No, sir. More like me, like I said. Sir, don't you think we ought to go back to the fire?"

  "If you wish, Hide. I intend to ask you a great many more questions, however." I started up the hill to our left. "Will it trouble you to talk where the others can overhear us? I'm going to ask you about the place you came from, your mother and your brothers and so forth. Will you continue to be open and honest with me then, with Duko Sfido and the rest listening?"

  "Yes, sir. I'll try, sir. Only…"

  "Only what?"

  "They'll know I'm a foreigner then, sir."

  He was hanging back, and I motioned to him to follow me. "They will. But if I call you Cuoio, and you continue to eat as they do and speak as they do-you didn't mention that, but it's the most important thing of all-it will make very little difference. Besides, I'm going to adopt you. You've searched here for your father without finding him. Will it trouble you to call me Father?"

  He hesitated, but when we had walked a short distance more he said, "No, sir."

  "Good boy!" Oreb bobbed his approval.

  "Does he understand everything we say, sir?"

  "Call me Father, Cuoio."

  "All right. Father, the camp's back that way. Why are we going up here?"

  I slipped on a snow-covered stone, saved by my staff. "Because it's shorter. That's one reason, at least. I want to ask you about your mother and your home, Cuoio; but I can do it when were sitting at the fire warming ourselves. I want to ask about your father, too; and I had better do that now, since we're going to tell others you're my son. What sort of man was he?"

  "He's a good man, sir."

  I shook my head.

  "Father, I mean. He always worked really hard so we'd have enough to eat, and he protected my mother and my brothers and me. Things are pretty bad where we live. People stealing and killing. Only nobody ever tried anything like that when he was around, and he didn't do it himself, either."

  "Did you love him, Cuoio?"

  "Yes, Father."

  "Good boy!" Oreb hopped from the head of my stick to Hide's shoulder.

  "For duty's sake? To make your mother happy?"

  "No, sir. Father, I mean. He was my father, and I just loved him. He used to take me out in our boat sometimes so I could fish, even when he was really tired."

  "I see."

  "He was always pretty strict with us, but that was because Sinew got bitten by a inhumu when he was real little and almost died. After that he was really worried Hoof and me would get bitten too, and so was Mother. Then there was people from New Viron that would come out to the Lizard sometimes. That's where we live. On the Lizard, Lizard Island."

  "I want you to sling that slung gun you're holding, Private Cuoio. First engage the safety. You may sling it behind your left shoulder, if you don't want to disturb my bird."

  "All right." The click of the safety was followed by the rattle of sling swivels.

  "Try not to make so much noise. Listen to me now-listen very carefully."

  "Yes, Father."

  "I've been trying to get you to walk beside me, motioning for you to catch up."

  "Yes, Father. It's just that I'm kind of tired after riding all day."

  "I'm tired too. Can you hear me when I speak this softly?"

  "Yes, Father."

  "Good. You have good ears. I no longer want you beside me. Do you understand? Stay well behind me. Oreb, it might be best for you to go; but if you insist on staying here, you must be completely quiet."

  "No talk."

  Hide chuckled softly.

  "That's the way, Oreb, but quieter than that." I had an idea then, and said, "I'm going to hold my staff in back of me, like this. Take hold of the end and follow me."

  He did. "Father?"

  "What is it?"

  "It's all thorns up there where the hill's sort of split. I don't think we can get through there."

  "The worst thing we could do would be to turn back here. To turn our backs. He wouldn't harm my horse this afternoon. Perhaps the god-spell hasn't worn off yet, and he won't harm us tonight."

  "Sir? Father?"

  "Keep your grip on my staff," I said as we stepped into the crowding thornbushes; and then I saw him. I had expected him to crouch, although I cannot tell why. He was standing instead, with all eight feet solidly planted, so large that his great green eyes were on a level with mine. Catching the starlight, they seemed luminous, shining in the darkness like gems malign as Green itself.

  "Sir…?" Hide was pulling the staff so hard he almost took it out of my hand.

  "Be quiet. Winter is hard on animals. He's very hungry."

  Hide let go of my staff. I heard the faint jingle of his sling swivels, and said as sharply as I dared, "Stop that!"

  The baletiger came toward us, slipping between the thorns step by slow step. I ought to have been terrified, but I was merely weak and sick. I pitied him, and now that I have leisure to look back upon that moment, I think it likely that he pitied me.

  "Is Mucor there?" I whispered. "Is it Mucor?"

  There was no reply save the merciless winter wind's. I heard Oreb stir on my shoulder, fluffing out his feathers.

  "Yes," I whispered to the baletiger, "make them come to us."

  He sniffed the hand that grasped my staff as a huge dog might. For a moment his mighty body rubbed against me, and I could feel his muscles slither beneath his thick, soft winter fur. A second later he was bounding down the slope past Hide, and was gone.

  "Come up here," I told Hide. "I want you to sit beside me on this flat stone. We won't be going back to the fire for another hour or so."

  "I can't, Father." (I could hear his teeth chatter.) "I can't even move, sir."

  "The thornbushes?"

  "Yes. F-Father. That animal?"

  "What about it?" I went to him and took him by the sleeve.

  "Was it a-a…?"

  "I believe so, yes. Come with me, Cuoio."

  He did, and sat upon Fava's grave when I pointed out the stone. I sat down beside him; instinctively we huddled together for warmth, father and son.

  "Bird talk?"

  My nose had been running all day, and was running worse than ever. I had it in a rag that one of the troopers had given me the day before, and did not reply. Hide said, "I think so, only not loud."

  "We're going to shoot game here, Oreb," I explained when I could. "He's going to drive it toward us, if he can find any; and we're going to shoot it for him. I should say Cuoio is. I promised he would, so he must."

  Hide nodded; I felt the motion rather than saw

  "Are you a good shot?" I asked him.

  "Pretty good, Father. My father, I mean my real one, had a needier he'd brought from the Long Sun Whorl, only he took it with him when he went away."

  "To Pajarocu."

  "Yes, sir. It gets kind of complicated."

  I nodded. "We have time. Will you tell
me, Cuoio? I'd like very much to hear about it."

  He cleared his throat softly. "If you'll tell me a couple of things too, sir. I've told you a lot, and you haven't told me anything."

  "What I've said would have told you a lot, if you'd been paying attention. Just a couple?"

  "Maybe more than that, Father. Please? Like, why'd you want to see me?"

  "Isn't it natural for a father to want to see his own son, Cuoio?"

  "Really, I mean."

  "Do you imagine that I asked my question in jest? I was completely serious."

  "You're not really my father!"

  "If you say so where the others can overhear you, we will be in difficulties."

  "All right."

  "Where is Hoof, Cuoio?"

  "Out looking for our real father. He was supposed to go north and I was supposed to go south. I did, too, or pretty much. How did you make the baletiger do what you told him?"

  "I didn't. Because he had spared my horse, I agreed to do as he asked. You and Hoof left your mother alone?"

  "She made us," Hide said miserably. "She made us both go out and look for Father."

  "You didn't want to."

  "We did, only we didn't want to leave her by herself like that. Hoof wanted to go and tried to get me to promise to stay, only I said for him to stay and I'd go. She made us both go."

  "Leaving her there alone."

  Hide nodded wretchedly.

  "How long has your father been gone?"

  "About three… Did you hear that, sir?"

  "No. What did you hear?"

  "He's roaring, way off somewhere. He roars, and then he stops, and then he roars again."

  Oreb bobbed agreement. "Bird hear!"

  "He's trying to frighten game. Greenbuck, I suppose. He isn't fast enough to run them down, you see. He has to lie in wait and spring at them, and they don't move around very much in weather like this. There is little food for them anywhere, and they try to find shelter from the wind."

  "Sometimes they die, too. My brother, my other brother, I mean-"

  "Sinew."

  "Yes, sir. Sinew. He told me one time he'd find them in the winter sometimes, starved to death or else frozen. He'd skin them and take that, but there wouldn't be any meat."