by Gene Wolfe
Aquila, a young eagle being trained by Musk.
Arolla, a woman who has left Orchid's.
Auk, a housebreaker, a friend of Silk's, devoted to Mint, a large and powerful man with a heavy jaw and prominent ears. Called "Hackum" by Chenille.
Bass, the bully who maintains order at Orchid's.
Bellflower, one of the women at Orchid's. Maytera Betel, once one of the sibyls at the manteion on Sun Street, now deceased.
Bittersweet, a member of Incus's circle of black mechanics.
Blood, a crime lord, the de facto owner of Silk's manteion and Orchid's yellow house. Tall, heavy, balding, and red-faced; about fifty-five.
Chenille, one of the women at Orchid's. She is probably nineteen, is tall and athletic, and has dyed her hair the fiery shade of her name-flower. Called "Jugs" by Auk.
Chervil, a young middle-class woman from Viron, wife of Coypu.
Coypu, a young middle-class man from Viron, husband of Chervil.
Chiquito, a parrot once owned by Mamelta's parents.
Doctor Crane, Blood's private physician, a small, fussy man with an iron-gray beard.
Dreoilin, Iolar's favorite daughter.
Echidna, a major goddess, consort of Pas, mother of the gods, and chief goddess of fertility. Particularly associated with snakes, mice, and other crawling creatures.
Feather, a small boy at Silk's palaestra.
Fulmar, a member of Incus's circle of black mechanics.
Councillor Galago, a member of the Ayuntamiento and its expert on diplomacy and foreign affairs.
Gib, the big man who maintains order in the Cock. A friend of Auk's.
Patera Gulo, a young augur.
Corporal Hammerstone, a soldier in Viron's army.
Hare, Musk's assistant.
Hierax, a major god, the god of death and patron of the fourth day of the week. Particularly associated with canon birds, jackals, and (like Tartaros) with black animals of every kind.
Hoppy, a derogatory name for a Guardsman.
Horn, the leader of the older boys at Silk's palaestra.
Hyacinth, a beautiful courtesan- controlled by Blood.
Patera Incus, Remora's prothonotary, a small, sly man with buck teeth. His hobby is black mechanics.
Iolar, a Flier.
Kalan, a thief killed by Auk.
Kit, a small boy who attends Silk's palaestra.
Kypris, a minor goddess, the goddess of love. Particularly associated with rabbits and doves.
Councillor Lemur, the Secretary of the Ayuntamiento and thus the de facto ruler of Viron.
Councillor Loris, a member of the Ayuntamiento, its presiding officer in Lemur's absence.
Mamelta, a sleeper wakened by Mucor and freed by Silk.
Maytera Marble, now a sibyl of Silk's manteion, junior to Rose but senior to Mint; she is over three hundred years old, and nearly worn out.
Marrow, a greengrocer.
Maytera Mint, the junior sibyl at Silk's manteion.
Molpe, a major goddess, the goddess of music, dancing, and art, of the winds and of all light things, patroness of the second day of the week. She is particularly associated with songbirds and butterflies.
Mucor, Blood's adopted daughter; she is about fifteen, capable of asomatous travel, and something akin to a devil.
Musk, Blood's steward and lover.
Nettle, Horn's sweetheart.
Olive, a sleeper.
Colonel Oosik, the commander of the Third Brigade of the Civil Guard of Viron.
Orchid, madame of the yellow house on Lamp Street. Orpine's mother.
Oreb, Silk's pet night chough, a large black bird with scarlet legs and a crimson beak.
Orpine, Orchid's daughter, stabbed by Chenille.
The Outsider, the minor god who enlightened Silk.
Pas, the father of the gods and ruler of the Whorl, which he built. The god of sun and rain, of mechanisms and much else, pictured with two heads. He is particularly associated with cattle and birds of prey.
Phaea, a major goddess, the goddess of food and healing and patroness of the sixth day of the week. She is particularly associated with swine.
Patera Pike, an augur, Silk's predecessor at the manteion on Sun Street, now deceased.
Poppy, one of the women at Orchid's, small, dark, and pretty.
Councillor Potto, a member of the Ayuntamiento and its expert on law enforcement and espionage, round-faced and deceptively cheerful-looking.
Patera Quetzal, the Prolocutor of Viron and as such the head of the Chapter. Addressed as "Your Cognizance."
Patera Remora, coadjutor to Quetzal. Tall and thin, with a long, sallow face and lank black hair. Addressed as "Your Eminence."
Maytera Rose, the senior sibyl at Silk's manteion, largely a collection of prosthetic parts. Over ninety.
Sargeant Sand, a soldier in the army of Viron.
Private Schist, a soldier in the army of Viron.
Scleroderma, the butcher's wife. She sells meat scraps as food for pets and is sometimes called "the cats' meat woman." Short and very fat.
Scylla, a major goddess, the goddess of lakes and rivers, and the patroness of the first day of the week and of Silk's native city of Viron; particularly associated with horses, camels, and fish; pictured with eight, ten, or twelve arms.
Patera Silk, augur of the old manteion on Sun Street; he is twenty-three, tall and slender, with disorderly yellow hair.
Commissioner Simuliid, a key bureaucrat in the government of Viron, tall and very fat, with a thick black mustache.
Sphigx, a major goddess, the goddess of war and courage, and the patroness of the seventh day of the week; particularly associated with lions and other felines.
Councillor Tarsier, a member of the Ayuntamiento and its expert on architecture and engineering.
Tartaros, a major god, the god of night, crime, and commerce, and the patron of the third day of the week; particularly associated with owls, bats, and moles, and (like Hierax) with black animals of every kind.
Teasel, a girl at Silk's palaestra.
Thelxiepeia, a major goddess, the goddess of magic, mysticism, and poisons, and the patroness of the fifth day of the week; particularly associated with poultry, deer, apes, and monkeys.
Villus, a small boy at Silk's palaestra.
Vulpes, an advocate of Limna.
Chapter 1
THEY HAD SCIENTISTS
Silence fell, abrupt as a shouted command, when Patera Silk opened the door of the old, three-sided manse at the slanted intersection where Suri Street met Silver. Horn, the tallest boy in the palaestra, was sitting bolt upright in the least comfortable chair in the musty little sellaria; Silk felt sure he had dropped into it hastily when he heard the rattle of the latch.
The night chough (Silk had stepped inside and shut the door behind him before he remembered that he had named the night chough Oreb) was perched on the high, tapestried back of the stiff "visitor's" chair.
" 'Lo, Silk," Oreb croaked. "Good Silk!"
"And good evening to you. A good evening to you both. Tartaros bless you."
Horn had risen as Silk entered; Silk motioned for him to sit again. "I apologize. I'm terribly sorry, Horn. I truly am. Maytera Rose told me she meant to send you to talk to me this evening, but I forgot all about it. So much has been-O Sphigx! Stabbing Sphigx, have pity on me!"
This last had been in response to sudden, lancing pain in his ankle. As he limped to the room's sole comfortable chair, the one in which he sat to read, it occurred to him that its seat was probably still warm; he considered feeling the cushion to make sure, rejected the idea as embarrassing to Horn, then (propping himself with Blood's lioness-headed walking stick) laid his free hand on the seat anyway out of sheer curiosity. It was.
"I sat down there for a minute, Patera. I could see your bird better from there."
"Of course." Silk sat, lifting his injured ankle onto the hassock. "You've been here half the night, no doubt."
"Only
a couple hours, Patera. I sweep out for my father while he empties the till and-and-locks the money up."
Silk nodded approvingly. "That's right. You shouldn't tell me where he keeps it." He paused, recalling that he had intended to steal this very manteion from Blood. "I wouldn't steal it, because I'd never steal anything from you or your family; but you never know who may be listening."
Horn grinned. "Your bird might tell. Patera. Sometimes they take shiny things, that's what I've heard. Maybe a ring or a spoon."
"No steal!" Oreb protested.
"I was thinking of a human eavesdropper, actually. I shrove an unhappy young woman today, and I believe there was someone listening outside her window the whole time. There was a gallery out there, and once I felt certain I heard the boards creak when he shifted his weight. I was tempted to get up and look, but crippled as I am at present, he would've been gone before I could have put my head out of the window-and back again, no doubt, the moment I sat down." Silk sighed. "Fortunately she kept her voice quite low."
"Isn't listening like that a major offense against the gods, Patera?"
"Yes. Not that he cares, I'm afraid. The worst part of the whole affair is that I know the man-or at least, I'm beginning to know him-and I've liked what I've seen of him. There's a great deal of good in him, I feel certain, though he tries so hard to conceal it."
Oreb fluttered his sound wing. "Good Crane!"
"I didn't mention his name," Silk told Horn, "nor did you hear any name."
"No, Patera. Half the time I can't make out what that bird's saying."
"Fine. Perhaps it would be even better if you had as much difficulty understanding me."
Horn colored. "I'm sorry, Patera. I didn't want to-It wasn't because-"
"I didn't mean that," Silk explained hastily. "Not at all. We haven't even begun to talk about that yet, though we will. We must. I merely meant that I shouldn't even have mentioned shriving that woman. I'm much too tired to keep a proper watch on my tongue. And now that Patera Pike has left us-well, I still have Maytera Marble to confide in. I'd go mad, I think, if it weren't for her."
He leaned forward in the soft old chair, struggling to concentrate his surging thoughts. "I was going to say that though he's a good man, or at least a man who might be good, he has no faith in the gods; yet I'm going to have to get him to admit he listened, so I can shrive him of the guilt. It's sure to be difficult, but I've been examining the matter from all sides, Horn, and I can see no way to evade my duty."
"Yes, Patera."
"I don't mean this evening. I've been entirely too busy this evening, and this afternoon, too. I saw… something I can't tell you about, unfortunately. But I've been thinking about this particular man and the problem he presents ever since I came in. Seeing that blue thing on the bird's wing reminded me."
"I was wondering what that was, Patera."
"A splint, I suppose you'd call it." Silk glanced at the clock. "Your mother and father will be frantic."
Horn shook his head. "The rest of the sprats'll tell them where I went, Patera. I told them before I left."
"By Sphigx, I hope so." Silk leaned forward and drew up his injured leg, pushed down his stocking, and unwound the chamois-like wrapping. "Have you seen one of these, Horn?"
"A strip of leather, Patera?"
"It's much more than that." Silk tossed it to him. "I want you to do something for me, if you will. Kick it hard, so that it flies against the wall."
Horn gawked.
"If you're afraid you'll break something, throw it down hard three or four times. Not here on the carpet, I think. Over there on the bare boards. Hard, mind." Horn did as he was told, then returned the wrapping to Silk. "It's getting hot."
"Yes, I thought it would." Silk rewound it about his aching ankle and smiled with satisfaction as it tightened. "It isn't just a strip of leather, you see, although it may be that its exterior actually is leather. Inside there's a mechanism, something as thin as the gold labyrinth in a card. When that mechanism is agitated, it must take up energy. At rest, it excretes a part of it as heat. The remainder emerges as sound, or so I was told. It makes a noise we can't hear, I suppose because it's too soft or perhaps because it's pitched too high. Can you hear it now?"
Horn shook his head.
"Neither can I, yet I could hear sounds that Patera Pike could not-the squeaking of the hinges on the garden gate, for example, until I oiled them."
Silk relaxed, soothed by the wrapping and the softness of his chair. "These wonderful wrappings were made in the Short-Sun Whorl, I imagine, like glasses and Sacred Windows, and so many other things that we have but can't replace."
"They had scientists there, Patera. That's what Maytera Rose says."
Oreb croaked, "Good Crane!"
Silk laughed. "Did he teach you to say that while he was treating your wing, you silly bird? Very well, Doctor Crane's a scientist of sorts, I suppose; he knows medicine at least, which is more science than most of us know, and he let me borrow this, though I must return it in a few days."
"A thing like that must be worth twenty or thirty cards, Patera."
"More than that. Do you know Auk? A big man who comes to sacrifice on Scylsdays?"
"I think so, Patera."
"Heavy jaw, wide shoulders, big ears. He wears a hanger and boots."
"I don't know him to talk to, Patera, but I know who you mean." Horn paused, his handsome young face serious. "He's trouble, that's what everybody says, the kind who knocks down people who get in his way. He did that to Teasel's father."
Silk had taken out his beads; he drew them through his fingers absently as he spoke. "I'm sorry to hear it. I'll try to speak to him about it."
"You'd better keep away from him, Patera."
Silk shook his head. "I can't, Horn. Not if I'm to do my duty. In fact, Auk's precisely the sort of person I must get.close to. I don't believe that even the Outsider- And it's too late for that in any case. I was going to tell you that I showed this wrapping to Auk, and he indicated that it was worth a great deal more. That isn't important, however. Have you ever wondered why so much knowledge was left behind in the Short-Sun Whorl?"
"I guess the ones that knew about those things didn't come to our whorl, Patera."
"Clearly they did not. Or if they did, they can't have settled here in Viron. Yet they knew many things that would be very valuable to us, and certainly they would have had to come if Pas had instructed them to."
"The Fliers know how to fly, Patera, and we don't. We saw one yesterday, remember? Just after the ball game. He was pretty low. That's what I'd like to know. How to fly like they do, like a bird."
"No fly!" Oreb announced.
Silk studied the voided cross dangling from his beads for a moment, then let the beads fall into his lap. "This evening I was introduced to an elderly man who has a really extraordinary artificial leg, Horn. He had to buy up five broken or worn-out legs to build it, but it's an artificial leg such as the first settlers had-a leg that might have been brought from the Short-Sun Whorl, When he showed it to me, I thought how marvelous it would be if we could only make things like that now for Maytera Rose and Maytera Marble, and for all the beggars who are blind or crippled. It would be marvelous to fly, too, of course. I've always wanted to do it myself, and it may be that they are the same secret. If we could build wonderful legs like that for the people who need them, perhaps we could build wonderful wings as well for everyone who wanted to have them."
"That would be great, Patera."
"It may come to pass. It may yet come to pass, Horn. If people in the Short-Sun Whorl could teach themselves to do such things…" Silk shook himself and yawned, then rose with the help of Blood's stick. "Well, thank you for coming by. It's been a pleasure, but I'd better go up to bed." "I was supposed-Maytera said-"
"That's right." Silk put away his beads. "I'm supposed to punish you. Or lecture you, or something. What was it you did that made Maytera Rose so angry?"
Horn swallowed
. "I was just trying to talk like you do, Patera. Like in manteion. It wasn't even today, and I won't do it again."
"Of course." Silk settled back into his chair. "But it was today, Horn. Or at least, today was one of several such days. I heard you before I opened the door. I sat down on the step for a minute to listen, in fact. You imitated me so well that for a while I actually thought that your voice was my own; it was like hearing myself. You're very good at it."
"Good boy," Oreb croaked. "No hit."
"I won't," Silk told the bird, and it lurched through the air to his lap, then hopped from his lap to the arm of the chair, and from the arm to his shoulder.
"Maytera Rose hits us sometimes, Patera."
"Yes, I know. It's very courageous other, but I'm not at all certain it's wise. Let's hear you again, Horn. Out on the step, I couldn't hear everything you said."
Horn muttered, and Silk laughed. "I couldn't hear you that time, either. Surely I don't sound like that. When I'm at the ambion, I can hear my bray echo from the walls."
"No, Patera."
"Then say it again, just as I would. I won't be angry, I promise you."
"I was only… You know. Like the things you say."
"No talk?" Oreb inquired.
Silk ignored him. "Fine. Let me hear it. That's what you came to talk about, and I feel sure it will be a valuable corrective for me. I tend to get above myself, I'm afraid."
Horn shook his head and stared at the carpet.
"Oh, come now! What sorts of things do I say?"
"To always live with the gods, and you do it any time you're happy with the life they've given you. Think about who's wise and act like he does."
"That was well said, Horn, but you didn't sound in the least like me. It's my own voice I want to hear, just as I heard it on the step. Won't you do that?" "I guess I've got to stand up, Patera." "Then stand, by all means." "Don't look at me. All right?" Silk shut his eyes.
For half a minute or more there was silence. Through his eyelids, Silk could detect the fading of the light (the best in the manse) behind his chair. He welcomed it. His right forearm, torn by the hooked beak of the white-headed one the night before, felt hot and swollen now; and he was so tired that his entire body ached.
