by Gene Wolfe
Return to the Whorl
( The Book of the Short Sun - 3 )
Gene Wolfe
Respectfully dedicated to Teri and Al
PROPER NAMES IN THE TEXT
Many of the persons and places mentioned in this book first appeared in The Book of the Long Sun, to which the reader is referred. In the following list, the most significant names are given in CAPITALS, less significant names in italics.
AANVAGEN, the protagonist's hospitable jailer in DORP.
Colonel Abanja, a Trivigaunti officer.
Antler, a son of SMOOTHBONE by his second wife.
Auk, the thief who once coached SILK in burglary.
Sergeant Azijin, a legerman of DORP.
BABBIE, a tame hus belonging to Mucor.
Bala, Sinew's wife, on GREEN.
BEROEP, a householder of DORP, AANVAGEN'S husband.
Calde BISON, Maytera MINT'S husband, presently calde of VIRON.
Blanko, an inland town.
Blood, a crime lord killed by SILK, Mucor's adoptive father.
BLUE, one of two habitable planets circling the SHORT SUN.
Blazingstar, a magnate of NEW VIRON.
Calf, one of HORN'S brothers, a shopkeeper of NEW VIRON.
CAPSICUM, Marrow's mistress and executor.
Chenille, the woman who accompanied Auk to GREEN.
Cijfer, Captain WIJZER'S wife.
Cilinia, Typhon's eldest daughter.
Cowslip, one of HORN'S sisters.
Cricket, a boy, Cowslip's son.
DAISY, a fisherman's daughter taught by NETTLE.
DORP, a coastal town north of NEW VIRON.
Echidna, a goddess in the WHORL and the patroness of GAON.
Eco, a former mercenary, Mora's husband.
Endroad, a village subject to VIRON.
Eschar, a magnate of NEW VIRON.
Flannan, one of PIG'S friends, a Flier.
GAON, a town of BLUE governed for a time by the narrator.
Gib, one of the colonists who accompanied Auk and Chenille.
GREEN, one of the habitable planets of the SHORT SUN.
Patera Gulo, the Coadjutor of VIRON.
GYRFALCON, a magnate of NEW VIRON.
Judge HAMER, one of the five judges who rule DORP.
Hammerstone, a soldier of VIRON, OLIVINE'S father.
Hare, a criminal, originally of VIRON.
Hari Mau, the new Rajan of GAON.
He-Pen-Sheep, a hunter.
HIDE, one of HORN and NETTLE'S twin sons.
Hierax, in the WHORL, the god of death.
Honeysuckle, a servant in the palace of VIRON'S calde.
HOOF, one of HORN and NETTLE'S three sons, HIDE'S twin.
HORN, the chief author of The Book of the Long Sun.
HOUND, a shopkeeper of Endroad.
Incanto, the name by which the narrator was known in Blanko.
Inclito, the Duko of Blanko.
Patera Incus, the Prolocutor of VIRON.
JAHLEE, an inhuma freed by the narrator.
JUGANU, an inhumu freed by the narrator.
Krait, an inhumu adopted by HORN.
IKypris, the minor goddess who invited SILK to unite himself to PAS.
Private Leeuw, a legerman of DORP.
LIZARD, an island north of NEW VIRON.
LONG SUN WHORL, the interior of the WHORL.
Maytera MARBLE, an elderly chem.
Marrow, a magnate of NEW VIRON.
Merryn, a witch.
Maytera MINT, a leader of the rebellion that overthrew VIRON'S governing council.
Molpe, in the WHORL, the goddess of the winds.
Mora, the daughter of the Duke of Blanko.
Mota, one of Hari Mau's followers.
The Mother, a Vanished Goddess.
Mucor, a woman possessing paranormal powers, Maytera MARBLE'S granddaughter.
Musk, a Vironese criminal, now dead.
Nabeanntan, a mountain town of the LONG SUN WHORL.
NAT, a magnate of DORP.
The NEIGHBORS, the earlier inhabitants of BLUE, also called the Vanished People.
NETTLE, HORN'S wife, the mother of HOOF, HIDE, and Sinew, co-author of The Book of the Long Sun.
NEW VIRON, a town on BLUE founded by colonists from VIRON.
OLIVINE, a chem, Maytera MARBLE'S daughter.
Onorifica, a servant girl in the household of the Duko of Blanko.
OREB, a talking night chough.
The OUTSIDER, the god of things outside the LONG SUN WHORL.
Oxlip, one of HORN'S sisters.
Pajarocu, a phantom town on BLUE'S western continent.
Parel, a servant girl of DORP.
PAS, the father of the gods of the LONG SUN WHORL.
PIG, the name assumed by a blind wanderer.
QUADRIFONS, the god of doors and crossroads, and much else.
Patera Quetzal, an inhumu, once the Prolocutor of VIRON.
Patera REMORA, the Prolocutor of NEW VIRON.
RAJAN, the title of the ruler of GAON.
Rajya Mantri, an advisor to the RAJAN of GAON.
Maytera ROSE, an elderly sibyl, now dead.
Roti, one of Hari Mau's followers.
General Saba, a Trivigaunti officer.
The Seanettle, a yawl, a kind of two-masted boat having a mainmast and a small mizzen.
SEAWRACK, the young woman given to HORN by the Mother.
Shadelow, BLUE'S western continent, so named by HORN.
Patera SILK, a former calde of VIRON.
Sinew, the oldest of HORN and NETTLE'S three sons.
SHORT SUN, the sun orbited by the WHORL.
SMOOTHBONE, a shopkeeper of VIRON, HORN'S father.
Spider, a spy-catcher of VIRON.
Stag, a son of SMOOTHBONE by his second wife.
Captain Strik, a trader of DORP who once befriended HORN.
Mysire Advocaat TAAL, the advocate engaged by BEROEP and others to defend the narrator.
Tallow, one of HORN'S brothers.
Tansy, HOUND'S wife.
Tartaros, PAS'S loyal son, the god of thieves and commerce.
Thyone, a minor goddess of the LONG SUN WHORL.
Tigridia, a client of the Honorable Order of the Seekers for Truth and Penitence.
Tongue, one of HORN'S brothers.
Trivigaunte, a foreign city south of VIRON ruled by women.
Calde Tussah, SILK'S adoptive father.
Typhon, the ancient tyrant whose personality became PAS.
VADSIG, a servant girl in AANVAGEN'S house.
Vanished Gods, the presumed gods of the NEIGHBORS.
Vanished People, another name for the NEIGHBORS.
Mysire Advocaat Vent, the advocate assigned the narrator by the court.
Versregal, Captain Strik's wife.
VIRON, the city in which most of the action in The Book of the Long Sun took place.
Private Vlug, a legerman of DORP.
Wapen, a discontented young man of DORP.
Weasel, CAPSICUM'S grandson.
The WHORL, a spaceship whose vast interior cavity constitutes a small world-originally, an asteroid.
Captain WIJZER, the trader from DORP who directed HORN to Pajarocu.
Willet, the name assumed by a Trivigaunti spy.
Master Xiphias, an old fencing master.
Ziek, a merchant of DORP.
To My Hosts,
I am the silent presence in your house, the young woman who lies abed by day as by night. The woman who is to be brought before your judges, sleeping.
Tried, sleeping.
And condemned, still sleeping, to slide down into death.
Have you wondered whether I breathe
at all? Do you sometimes lay a feather on my lips? I think you must. I feel you at my bedside.
None but my father can wake me.
Ask Aanvagen.
Let him sleep in a chair beside me, and I will wake.
Ask Aanvagen.
Let him hold my hand in his. Call him Horn, for the sound of that horn will awaken me. Let him come to me, and you will see me wake.
Ask Aanvagen.
Jahlee your sleeping guest
1. THE BLOODSTAINED MEN
We have been journeying by guess, and it is high time we admitted it. Thus I admit it here. All things considered, we have been fortunate; but unless we are favored by the Vanished Gods of Blue far above most, it cannot continue.
In this third book, which will surely be the last, I will begin by saying that, and telling you who we are; but first I should mention that the bandits are all dead, and that I, rummaging through their loot, have discovered this paper-an entire bale-and am making haste to use it.
His thoughts seemed to have nothing to do with the dead woman, her coffin, or the hot sunshine streaming through the open door into the poor little room. There was a pattering, as of rain; moisture splashed his ankles, and he looked down and saw blood trickling from his fingers to splash into a small pool at his feet.
His son had deserted him.
He was wounded. (No doubt the blood was from that wound?)
He lay in the medical compartment of a lander, though he was standing now, his blood dripping on worn floorboards. The bier was for another, it seemed, and the other was a middle-aged woman, and was already dead.
A knife with a worn blade and a cracked wooden handle lay at his feet. Reflexively, he bent to pick it up, and recoiled from it as if from a coiled snake. Something screamed in the emptiness, something deeper than resentment and thoughts of water, food, and healing.
He backed away from the knife and stumbled through the open door into the darkest night ever known.
We are four, a number that includes Oreb but excludes our four horses and Jahlee's white mule. Oreb is my bird and often a nuisance, as he is at this moment, trying to wrest one of his old quills from my fingers. "It's no use, Oreb," I say. "I want to write-have just started a new book-and I won't play with you at all unless you behave yourself."
"Good bird!" He means himself.
Have I mentioned Hide? Looking over this sheet, I see I have not. Hide is the fourth member of our party and my son, one of three. He is of medium height, not bad-looking, solid, muscular, and rising sixteen. He wears a sheepskin coat shorter than mine, a sheepskin hat, and sheepskin boots that are very well greased now, he having found a pot of mutton fat. No doubt the bandits used it for the same purpose.
The bandits, I should say, are all dead. Even the last. I would like to inter them with some decency, but the ground is frozen. Jahlee suggested burning their bodies, but it would take a great deal of wood, I am sure, to consume the bodies of nine men.
I must have been present when Patera Silk, Patera Quetzal, and Maytera Marble burned Maytera Rose. If someone had asked me about it yesterday, I would have said that I was not, that Nettle and I went away to fight for Maytera Mint after Echidna ordered her to destroy the Alambrera; yet I find that I can very clearly visualize the skull peering from the flames. It seems likely that I am confusing that occasion with some other on which a body was burned.
In any event I am certain they used a great deal of good, dry cedar. Our wood here will be green, and that which is not green will be wet with snow. Hide and I, working hard, might cut that much wood in a week, perhaps. (I in half an hour if I used Hyacinth's azoth-but what folly it would be to let them know I have it now!)
Anything else about Hide? A lot, although I will not try to set it all down. Hide has a twin, his brother Hoof, who looks exactly like him. Hoof is in the south, or at least Hide believes he is. We were tempted to turn south around the marsh in the hope of finding him. It would have been farther, but I wish we had.
I am telling you all this in case the first two books in my saddlebag are lost or destroyed, which is surely likely enough. If you have them, they will tell you much more about me and my sons than I possibly can.
What else should I say? As a traveling companion he is inclined to gloom and pessimism. (He may well think the same of me.) He is not talkative, and is seldom entertaining when he does talk. But he is courageous and resourceful, and has a smile I can warm my hands at.
I see I have already begun on Oreb, so let us take him next. He is smaller than a hen, though his wings are much longer. His feathers shine. His head, bill, and feet are red. He has a most disconcerting habit of leaving me suddenly, when he may be gone for a day, an hour, or (once) the better part of a year. I got him in the Long Sun Whorl before Hari Mau got me and put me on his lander.
To be more accurate, Oreb got me as they did, adopting me as his master and sometime confidant. If I did not feed him more than he feeds me, it might be difficult to say who owns whom.
He thought he had gone blind, then that it was death. He had failed to reach the Aureate Path-he would wander in this darkness forever, beset by devils.
Devils worse than the inhumi? Worse than men? He laughed aloud-madness. Madness; and to be mad was to be dead, as to be dead was to be mad, and to be dead and mad was to be blind.
His fingers met the rough bark of a tree, and he discovered for the second time that they were slippery with blood. There were oozing cuts in both his arms and both his wrists. Rummaging unfamiliar pockets he found prayer beads, spectacles, two cards, and at last a handkerchief still folded in a way that seemed to promise it was clean. He started a tear with his teeth, ripped the handkerchief in two, and bandaged his deepest cuts, making himself work slowly and carefully, tightening the clumsy knots with his free hand and his teeth.
Far off, a faint light shone. He stood up, blinked at it, and stared again. A light, a faint point of golden light. When Aster's house had been haunted by her dead child, Remora had laid the ghost with candles and sacred waters, and many long readings from the Writings, urging it between times to go the Short Sun.
So it was said in town, at least; and when he had asked about it, Remora had explained that ghosts, for the most part, did not realize they had died: "An, um, understandable? An innocent confusion, eh? They have never been dead before, hey? The, ah, we religious know. Generally. Informed, eh? Expected. No ghosts of, um, holy augurs, hey? Or, er, sibyls. Not-ah-unheard of. But few. Very few."
Remora walked beside him, speaking into his ear.
"We-ah-anticipate it. Some even pray that it may be hastened, so, er, desirous of the blessed companionship of the Nine. But the, um, ah…"
Unbelievers.
"Skeptics have assumed-no evidence, eh? Do you follow me here, Horn? Urn, theorize that, er, dissolution? The kind embrace of High Hierax is an-ah-mere sleep. But without dreams. There is in, er, simple fact. No such thing."
Yes, Patera.
"They will not, um, credit it. Because they do not, eh? In every case-ah-recollect their dreams. The, um, goddess of sleep, eh? Morphia. Aspect of Thelxiepeia. She has, um, sagaciously arranged that we-ah-dream? That we shall be subject, eh? Yes, subject. Subject to phantoms-"
He had stepped on something hard and round. He picked it up, and felt dry, dead bark drop off under the pressure of his questing fingers. A fallen branch.
"You see?"
No, Patera, he thought. No. I do not.
"No, um, slumber without dreams, so we may know that sleep is not the end. We who've given over countless, um, delightful hours to prayer are prepared. Know Hierax when he comes, eh? You are a, um, boatman? Sailor?"
Its twigs were weak and brittle, but the branch itself seemed stout enough.
"Steer by the stars, hey? Do you take my meaning, Horn? By the stars by, er, at the midnight hour, and by the sun, um, daylight. Just so. Not, um, myself. Not seaworthy, eh? But so I've been told. Sun, and stars."
He waved the stick before him
, discovering a tree that might perhaps have been the same tree to his left and something spongy that was probably a bush to his right. The pinpoint of yellow light called out to him like the driftwood fires the fishermen's wives lit on the beach by night.
"Landmarks. This is, um, crucial, eh? Landmarks. We, um, I spoke of faith. Of hours spent at prayer. Not-ah-natural to a child, eh? You agree? Run about shouting. Play. Perfectly normal. Fidget in manteion, seen them scores of times. You likewise, doubtless."
Yes, Patera. Certainly.
The stick made it easier to walk, and he told himself that he was walking toward the Aureate Path, toward the spiritual reality of which the mere material Long Sun was a sort of bright shadow. He would go to Mainframe (although he had already been there) and meet gods.
"A child, therefore, clings? A child adheres to landmarks, places familial and familiar."
Hello, Molpe. My name is Horn, Marvelous Molpe, and to tell you the truth I ever paid much attention to you. I'm sorry for that now, Molpe, but I suppose it is too late. You were Musk's goddess. Musk liked birds, loved hawks and eagles and all such, and I didn't like Musk, or at least didn't like what others told me about him.
"Hug the shore, eh? These, um, departed? These children who have, um, attained to life's culmination early. The-ah-familiar house, um, rooms. Toy, eh? Even toys. We, er, prattle that they have lost their lives, hey? Said it myself. We all have, eh? Possibly they hope to find them again, like a lost doll. Sad, though. Tragic. Not like, um, exorcising devil, eh? Calde Silk, eh? Performed the-ah-exorcised. Wrote an, um, report. Some old place on Music Street. I-ah-saw it. His, um, report, that is."
You were the goddess of music too, Molpe. I ought to have remembered that. I could use a cheering song. And I have sung, Molpe. I really have, although I was not thinking specifically of you. Oh, Molpe! Please, Molpe, dear old Molpe, goddess of kites and childhood, doesn't that count for something?
The point of light had become a rectangle. Still very far, and still very small; but distinctly a rectangle. Which god had light? Molpe? Molpe had autumn leaves, vagrant scraps of paper, wild birds, clouds, and all the other light things. So why not light itself?
"Pas, eh? Solar god, er, sun god. Go toward the light, child, hey? Steer by the sun."
