by Hugh Cook
Whereupon Arabin thought deeply.
Then spoke, saying, 'Why dost thou use the argument ad hominem? Hast thou no learning?
'If thou wast to wake beside a whore and hear her parrot say unto you that the sea is blue, would the sea be less blue because a whore's parrot had declared it?
'And if a child saith the gods are exceedingly great and mighty, are the gods therefore as woodlice because a child has declared them mighty?'
'And if I were to say that the belly of a certain City Father was exceedingly great, yea, and waxy, and a meal a pack of hungry dogs could not consume entire, would the waxiness of his dislike of me make him thin?'
Then an unseemly laughter was heard in parts of the Council Chamber, and Nabajoth assumed a redness of the face and then a purple.
And the wrath of Nabajoth was exceedingly great, and was matched by the laughter only.
Then Nabajoth hardened his fingers to fists and spake, saying many things later expunged from the Record, then died of apoplexy.
Then Garimanthea asked for a recess that he might confer with his client reference protocol and etiquette and certain other related matters.
And a recess was granted unto him.
Vision the Third
Now it happened that after the recess, Zeruqin spake unto Arabin, saying, 'What is religion?'
And Arabin answered, 'It is worship.'
And Zeruqin asked of him, 'What then is worship?'
And Arabin said, 'It is the Walking of the Way.'
5 Whereupon Zeruqin asked him if it was the way to Selzirk he spoke of, or the way to the docks of Runcorn, or the way back to the brothel he was spawned in.
Upon which Garimanthea made certain entries upon a parchment and gave it unto Zeruqin, saying it was a writ concerning the slander Zeruqin had just made upon the ancestry of Arabin.
Then there was long and heated colloquy during which Zeruqin offered to meet Arabin on the Field of Honour which lay but a fingerlength beyond the Jurisdiction of the Free City of Runcorn.
And Arabin answered him, saying, 'Verily thou art reckless, but there shall we meet, and have a testing of manhood.'
9 And a recess was agreed to.
And it came to pass that the two of them met on the Field of Honour with blades of steel which were slender, yea, and had about them a beauty which was equal to the beauty of a woman in her nakedness.
And Arabin killed his man, yet was himself unwounded.
Vision the Fourth
Now on the next day the Hearing of the City Fathers of Runcorn resumed.
And Jarmuth Japhia Lachish said unto Arabin from the glory of his chins, which were five in number, 'How is it that thou pretendeth to religion?
'For since when is drinking, gambling and whoring of the nature of religion?
'A man cannot commune with the gods through drinking.
'Nor find the revelations of the spirit through whoring.
'And, as for gambling, there is no good in it.'
Then Arabin spake unto him, saying unto him:
8 'Hast thou ever sat at table with hard liquor for seven days and seven nights unceasing?'
9 And Lachish answered him: 'No.'
10 'And hast thou ever rolled dice for thine future,
staking the one and most worthless foreign dorth which remaineth to thee?'
And Lachish answered him: 'No,'
'And hast thou ever slept with a whore, or with two whores and a dog, or with a young boy and a hot pig, or in a room equipped with the pleasures of mouths and whips and wet liver and—'
Whereupon there was uproar of surpassing greatness.
But the Record showed the answer of Lachish as 'No.'
Then did Arabin call attention to the answer shown in the Record, and say unto Lachish: 'If thou hast not tasted these pleasures, wherefore dost thou speak of the goodness or the badness thereof?'
And Lachish replied that the badness of it was evident to all who heard of it.
Whereupon Arabin spoke unto him, saying, 'Verily verily I say unto you that the nature of a thing is known only by the Investigation of that thing.
'For one may buy a certain skin of drink because the merchant hath praised it, yet find upon consumption that there is no wine within but vinegar, for the praising of a thing relies for proof upon the tasting.
'Likewise its denigration.
'Now if I speak to you of the goodness of my woman and of the sex of her, you may deny me.
'But your denial is as the boast of the merchant who sold the wine.
'For all opinion is an empty prating of wind unless thou hast lain between the nakedness of her breasts, or tasted of the myrrh of her lips, or grappled with the smoothness of her loins, which are of a fragrance like unto spikenard, and a smoothness like unto fine wine.
'The truth of a thing is revealed by the Investigation of that thing, the touching and the tasting thereof, the evidence which is ocular and that which is of the bouquet.
'Thus it is with all my religion.'
Whereupon three of the City Fathers were Illuminated, and resigned their positions on the spot, and went forth from that place that they might worship.
And Arabin in his wisdom sent messengers ahead of them, and free drinks were waiting when they got to the bar.
Then those of the City Fathers who remained were sorely vexed.
28 And Jarmuth Japhia Lachish spake from the glory of his five chins, saying unto Arabin: 'Boy, wherefore dost thou perplex us with this gobbledygook which hath not the half of an arse upon it?
'Verily, thou shalt learn that the wise will not think the shit of a bull to be the pudding of a plum merely because a boy has declared it to be so.'
Whereupon Arabin said unto him: 'Is it not the wisdom of the Ancients that a thing must be Investigated before it is Known?'
Whereupon they were sore amazed, for they saw that he was learned in the Inner Principles of the Old Science.
And Arabin spoke unto them, saying, 'Verily, dialectic is a sharp blade, and I believe it hath cut off the heads of your arguments.'
Whereupon another recess was called, and both the wise and the unwise departed from that place until the next day should dawn.
Vision the Fifth
And it came to pass that on the next day Arabin arrived in the company of damsels.
And with him also were men bearing boards for the playing of dice-chess, and good gold for the staking thereat.
And maids bearing platters of goodly sweetmeats, of the red meat and the white, of fish and of fowl, and of all things rich in their taste and in their juices.
And there was strong drink also, even the firewater which is from Ebrell.
And Arabin addressed the City Fathers, saying unto them: 'Come, will you not Investigate in the manner of the Ancients?
'Truly this is the highest wisdom that remains to us, that we should Investigate before we Pronounce.'
Then Jarmuth Japhia Lachish spoke many words, and caused to be abolished from the sight of the City Fathers the damsels, dice-chess, gold, platters and strong drink also, yea, even the rare and most precious firewater which was from Ebrell.
Then Lachish spoke unto Arabin from the glory of his five chins, saying:
'Boy, there are two ways of knowing.
'One you have spoken of, which is Investigation, yet one you have not spoken of, and that is Tradition.
'Yet Tradition is equal in wisdom to Investigation.
'For Tradition tells us that a man cannot breathe below water, but must surely drown.
'And, likewise, that a man cannot cut out his own heart with cold steel then dance, but must surely die.
'And, also, that gambling brings poverty, whores bring pox, and strong drink is the destruction of sound men.'
Then Lachish caused to be brought before them a chalice, which was wrought in high silver and chased about with gold, and within that chalice was a liquid.
And Lachish pointed at the chalice, saying, 'Behold, within i
s hemlock, which is evil by Tradition, just as the madness of drink, the coquetry of whores and the foolishness of wagering is evil.
'And I know the evil thereof, by Tradition, yea, as I know the evil of the other things which I have spoken of, though I have not tasted of the flesh of them.
'Verily verily I say unto you, if a man drink of evil he will perish, and a boy also. Wilt thou dispute that with the cup?'
And Arabin understood his meaning, and said unto him: 'I will.'
Then did Garimanthea try to restrain Arabin, but he was shaken off.
And Arabin advanced unto the chalice, and picked it up, and gazed upon the beauty of gold which was upon it, and on the liquid which was within it.
Then Arabin spoke, saying, 'Let the gods bear witness to the truth of my persuasions.'
23 And he drank, and did not suffer thereby.
Then Jarmuth Japhia Lachish seized the chalice with hands that were rough, for there was rage upon him.
And he addressed the gathering, saying, 'It's a trick! There's no hemlock in this!'
26 Then Jarmuth Lachish drank thereof.
And truly there was no hemlock within, but a mixture of wine and of that poison which is got from the seeds of nux vomica, and which is known as strychnine.
And the death of Jarmuth Lachish was terrible to behold.
Then those of the City Fathers who remained declared that they would take Emergency Executive Powers and have Arabin executed upon the spot.
30 Then was his need dire.
31 But one spoke, saying, 'Lo, behold me, for I am
Garimanthea the Mighty, barrister, solicitor and attorney
at law, and I say unto you that your Order for Execution is
null and void, and likewise your assumption of Emer-
gency Executive Powers.'
32 And the City Fathers asked of him: 'Wherefore?'
33 Whereupon Garimanthea smiled a smile that was
most terrible to see, saying unto them, 'Verily verily, I can
count though a chicken cannot. How many heads do you
need for a quorum?'
34 Then the City Fathers counted, and were dismayed.
35 For the death of Jarmuth Lachish had left them
short of a quorum.
Therefore was the council automatically dissolved, and elections held.
And it happened that the glory of righteousness and the use of good gold brought Arabin lol Arabin and his team victory in those elections, and all power that was in the Free Port of Runcorn fell unto him.
38 And the rejoicing in the city was exceedingly great.
41
Gouda Muck: second-best swordsmith on Stokos; first suffered religious revelation in Khmar 16; announced the next year that he was the avatar of the Flame, the High God of All Gods; doctrines of thrift, abstinence, chastity and prudery found favour with neighbours whose health and wealth had suffered from compulsory indulgence in the delights of the temple of the demon Hagon; religion of Goudanism thereafter rapidly went from strength to strength.
Midsummer's Day inaugurated a year which was, by Collosnon reckoning, Celadric 1. If the Lord Emperor Khmar, master of Tameran, had survived, then it would have been the start of Khmar 20. But the ferocious horse-lord was dead, killed in the forests of Penvash during the confusion of mutiny, betrayal, clan-fights and feuding which had accompanied his invasion of Argan.
Drake heard many wild rumours about the lands north of Runcorn. They had seemed normal enough when he had marched through them with Zanya, scarcely half a year previously, but since then - why, what with Khmar's invasion, and the unleashing of the fury of dragons, and mad battles between wizards and warriors, the whole of the north seemed to have gone berserk.
For Runcorn, this was very bad news.
Galish convoys were no longer travelling the Salt Road through Runcorn, Chorst, Dybra, Estar, Lake Armansis, Larbster Bay and D'Waith. Instead, those convoys, the
lifeblood of commerce, were shipping out of Androlmarphos to sail direct to the Ravlish Lands.
Hence, economic downturn in Runcorn.
Shops closed, apprenticeships cancelled, shipbuilders silent, more beggars on the street, violence at night, brawls, burglary, rape, highway robbery, horse-stealing, outbreaks of graffiti-writing.
Drake could not read the graffiti (or anything else for that matter) but he was told much of it said uncomplimentary things about him.
He was in trouble.
Or, to use his own words:
'I'm in deep shit.'
The City Treasurer had recently fled, allegedly to Selzirk, and a quick audit had shown that most of the contents of the city coffers had disappeared with him. Worse, his brother, who had been looking after revenues for Drake's temple, had also vanished - leaving the temple bankrupt.
Temple income had dropped to nearly nothing. The best girls had left for the flesh-pots of Selzirk. Rumours about the diseased state of those who remained were, unfortunately, true. Gambling brought in next to nothing now that Runcorn's docks were idle. Even the liquor business was in trouble - something Drake would not have thought possible.
What was worse, the temple enforcers were squeezing Drake. They wanted a pay rise. He could not afford to pay - he was twenty days behind with their wages as it was. Yet he had to pay, for his easily won popularity was swiftly turning sour.
Worse, his lawyer was into him for an enormous amount in legal fees. Garimanthea, the first truly ruthless man Drake had ever met, frightened him badly (for Drake, innocent of the deeper evils of civilization, had never met a lawyer until he came to Runcorn.)
'On Stokos,' said Drake, 'we didn't have these problems.'
And, now, he could see why. Because Stokos had coal, iron ore, metalworkers, banking, fishing and a healthy import-export trade, hence there were always profits to be skimmed off for the temple of the demon Hagon.
Whereas Runcorn had the import-export business alone, which had been destroyed by the troubles to the north.
Somehow, Drake had to rejuvenate the economy of Runcorn.
These days he spent a lot of time alone in his office in City Hall, thinking. He was there on that Midsummer's Day, the first day of Celadric 1, when he became aware of a disturbance outside.
At first he gave it no thought, but the noise became steadily louder. It had about it something of the humming of bees, something of the baying of wolves, and touches of the noise of a timberyard, a marketplace, a slave-auction and a full-pitched battle. It was, he realized, the noise of an angry crowd.
Drake drummed his fingers on the big desk he was sitting behind. A riot, was it? Well, no doubt the enforcers would break a few heads and set things right. . .
He was thinking thus when one of his enforcers entered, sweating, bleeding from a scalp wound, gasping and staggering. He stood in front of Drake, swaying.
'Well? What is it, man? Spit it out!' said Drake.
And the enforcer spat out a little blood then dropped dead in front of the desk. An ocular Investigation revealed the probable cause of this lapse in etiquette - the enforcer had a throwing knife embedded in his back.
'Hmmm,' said Drake, rubbing one hand over the stubble of ginger beard which had lately begun to lay claim to his chin.
He was thinking - not about the dead enforcer, but about the architecture of City Hall.
It was a fortified building where every window was an arrow-slit. There was a sally port, of course - but it was unreachable, for the tunnel which led to it was used as an extension of the archives, and was blocked by generations' worth of paper, parchment, papyrus and clay tiles. The only other way out was through the front door.
'Boldness be my friend,' said Drake to himself, and, with pulses quickening, buckled on his best sword, equipped himself with a belt-knife, a boot-knife and a back-knife, pulled on his gauntlets, and went out to face the crowd.
As he went, he wondered where Zanya was. He hoped she was safe.
With something like shock, h
e realized he had not seen his beloved for at least three days. Running cities and temples looks easy work from outside - but Drake, who had been working his arse off ever since he came to power in Runcorn, had found himself with precious little time in which to enjoy the delights of love.
Drake came out onto the balcony which overlooked both the main door to City Hall and the market square which it fronted onto.
The market square was a seething storm of tumultuous people. The enforcers, who had been fighting to keep them from the doors, had now retreated within, leaving half a dozen of their number dead on the steps.
The doors had been closed.
And, even now, a ship's mast was being manhandled through the mob. Clearly it was going to be used as a battering ram.
Drake looked on this impassively.
He was recognized.
People began to scream in hysteria.
Drake lifted his arms high, and held that theatrical stance until the noise died down.
Drake had studied democracy at close hand on the Greater Teeth. He had learnt a thing or two.
'You are ready to act!' said Drake, in a big voice - a voice which the years had trained against everything from the hammering of forges to storms at sea.
The crowd answered him with a roar of assent. They were ready to act, all right. They were ready to tear him from limb to limb.
Was he responsible for the woes of Runcorn? Was he responsible for dragons in Estar, the Collosnon invasion of the north of Argan, or renegade wizards on the loose? No - but he was the government, therefore he was going to be held responsible whether he liked it or not.
'Yes,' said Drake. 'You are ready to act. And the field for action is huge. Rich! Glorious! I talk wealth. I talk money. I talk women. For the taking.'
'Horseshit!' screamed a voice.
'Aye, horses is part of it,' said Drake. 'Ten horses for every man here, yea, and for the beggar who follows him.' He had their attention now.
'Runcorn has lived by trade,' said Drake. 'But trade is gone. Therefore, we live by - this!'
And, drawing his weapon with a theatrical flourish, he shouted:
'The sword!'
Holding the glittering weapon to the midsummer sun, he looked around. They were silent, now. They wanted to hear. He knew no distant promises would serve. They wanted gratification of some sort - soon.
