The Gate Thief

by Orson Scott Card

  “That’s wise counsel,” said Father.

  “No, Father,” said Danny. “It’s a demand. I’m going out now to find all the Orphans I can and bring them back. Stone has to go with me because I don’t know who and where they are. So I’m setting you to greet them and send them through the Great Gate. Thor can prepare defenses, if they come against us after all. I’m beginning to think Hermia didn’t tell them where I made this gate, but I might be wrong. Use this opportunity to treat them decently and as equals. That means keep Zog and Gyish away from them.”

  Father nodded. “Your plan is a good one. I see that it’s our best chance to survive the coming war. I will bring all the Orphans into our Family and—”

  “No,” said Danny. “They are not to be adopted. They are not to be put under your authority. You’re going to have to do something much harder. Treat them as allies. As equals. Let them agree to accept North leadership in battle, but not North hegemony. Is that clear? They remain independent.”

  “I didn’t mean to rule over them,” Father protested. “I just—I assumed they would want—”

  “Assume nothing,” said Danny. “Treat them as equals. Now I have work to do.”

  “Will you ever stop hating us?” asked Father.

  “At this moment, I hate nobody except one, and he’s not a North.”

  “Who is it? That Greek girl?”

  “It’s the Dragon. Set. You haven’t heard of him.”

  Father looked blank.

  “That’s the war that matters. This thing among you gods—it will be terrible and I’m afraid of how you’ll make the drowthers suffer with all your arrogance. But I have to find Set and figure out a way to keep both worlds safe from him, and even Loki doesn’t know how to do that.”

  “Zog said that we have to call you Loki now,” said Father.

  “No, Zog has to call me Loki. I’m Danny North to everyone else. ‘Loki’ still means the Gate Thief, though he uses another name on Westil.”

  “I thought the Gate Thief was the enemy of all gatemages.”

  “We all thought that, but it isn’t true. The Gate Thief has kept Westil safe for centuries, and by closing all the gates he has sharply limited the power of Set here in Mittlegard. But now there are Great Gates again, and the danger is terrible, and all of your magery is useless against him. Now get to work, please, Odin, and send Stone to me. I wish you well with your war.”

  Father went away.

  Stone joined him and together they spent the entire day going to every Orphan that Stone knew, or knew about. A dozen or so refused to go with them. Two score of them agreed to go to Westil and back, but insisted that they would then go home and fend for themselves. The rest, though, agreed to try, at least, to work with the Norths, to train with them, to cooperate if it really came to war with the Greeks.

  None of the other Families even considered allying with the Norths. But they all kept the truce while they were at Stone’s cabin; then Danny gated them all back to their homelands to prepare for war. They knew that war would come. And by the time he had met them all, Danny had lost all hope that it might be avoided. They would all bide their time while they mastered their greatly increased powers. But the espionage would start at once, and the collisions would follow, sooner rather than later. They would escalate into combat. People would die.

  When Danny and Stone returned to the cabin, it was late afternoon. The day had warmed up a little. Danny saw that Father was making an effort—he and Mother were talking with several of the Orphans, and others were paired up with Norths, practicing magery in some rather spectacular ways. The waters of one lake were churning. Large stones were falling from a nearby cliff, then stopping and sliding back up to resume their place. There were whirlwinds underfoot. But everyone was being careful and polite. Zog and Gyish were nowhere to be seen.

  Danny found Thor. “How many of your informants are Mithermages?” asked Danny.

  “All the ones who are mages, you’ve already brought here. The others are drowthers.”

  “Is there any chance of the Family surviving this war?” asked Danny.

  “Oh, a very good one,” said Thor. “If we have the greatest Gatefather in history fighting beside us.”

  “Don’t count on it,” said Danny.

  “Well, then, our chances aren’t so good,” said Thor.

  “See what Father and Mother can do with the machinery of war,” said Danny.

  Thor seemed puzzled.

  “Tanks and fighter planes, Thor,” said Danny. “I don’t think any other mages know how to deal with them. What Father can do with machines, what Mother can do with electricity—that’s where you put your money, Thor. The Norths get there first, and if you play it right, the others won’t have any hope of catching up.”

  Thor grinned. “You care about us after all,” he said.

  “You’re my damn family,” said Danny. “Even if you never made me glad of it for a moment.” Danny turned away.

  “What will you be doing, Danny?”

  “I’m creating a public gate to take you back to the farm. But it’s a one-way gate. Once you leave here, you aren’t coming back, at least not by gate. There will be no gates leading to this Great Gate. But for anyone who tries to come here without my permission, there’ll be plenty of gates. They just won’t go to desirable places. Understand?”

  “Danny, do you know what war means?” asked Thor. “Do you understand that someday you’re going to have to kill somebody?”

  “I’ve had a man killed before,” said Danny, “and I’ve seen death.”

  “When?” asked Thor.

  “I’ve had a busy time since I ran away from home.” He paused. “Here’s the gate back to the compound. Get people back there before they eat up everything Stone has.”

  Then Danny went back to Buena Vista. He had missed a whole day of school. He was exhausted. But he had to make sure that Hermia, who knew all his friends, was not arranging some kind of mischief. The Mithermages could take care of themselves, now that they had passed through a Great Gate. But Danny’s friends would be easy targets for his enemies. So far they were safe—he had checked on them several times through the night and day just passed.

  Now, though, Danny had to sleep. He would be safer if he slept here at the cabin, and the Great Gate would be better protected. But if Danny was in Buena Vista, alone, then any attack would probably come against him personally. That’s what he wanted. He could take care of himself. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to Pat. Or any of them.

  20

  WORRIES

  “In so many ways the boy is the opposite of me,” said Wad.

  Anonoei was brushing her hair in front of the mirror. “You mean he’s tall? Or he’s a terrible lover?”

  “Taller than I am,” said Wad, “but we may never know what kind of lover he’d be, since he seems grimly determined never to give or get pleasure of that kind.”

  “You’re spying on him?”

  “Yes,” said Wad. “I could hardly believe he didn’t realize that by giving him my gates—which he already had—I was given a window into his mind. Well, his perceptions, anyway.”

  “Taking advantage of an untrained child. Shame on you.”

  “He even knows that he can use my gates to access my memories. Yet it seems not to have occurred to him that I can use those gates to access his present actions.”

  “Maybe he has nothing to hide,” said Anonoei.

  “Nobody has nothing to hide,” said Wad. Then he thought better of it. “No, I think you’re right. This Danny North really is exactly what he seems.”

  “Unlike Wad the kitchen boy,” said Anonoei.

  “Equally unlike Anonoei, King Prayard’s drowther mistress,” said Wad.

  “Manmages have to hide what we can do,” said Anonoei. “Fortunately, our magery makes it fairly easy to do. That’s one of the main reasons for the drastic penalty. If you manage to recognize manmagery, you rarely get a second chance to strike.”


  “Quite the contrary,” said Wad. “I think the death penalty for manmages was created as an all-purpose excuse for murder. ‘I had strange compulsions whenever I was near him, so I knew he was a manmage, so I killed him.’”

  “I have strange compulsions when I’m near you,” said Anonoei.

  “Those are normal compulsions,” said Wad. “Everybody has them.”

  “But few would feel them toward you.”

  “But you know what I am,” said Wad. “Godlike powers are such an aphrodisiac.”

  “You’re not half the mage you used to be.”

  “Still mage enough to port you around from place to place,” said Wad. “What I’m wondering is, how much of my eagerness to serve you in this way comes from my natural generosity and how much from the arcane influence of your magery.”

  Anonoei paused in mid-stroke. “Now, now. We’ve had this conversation before, and we agreed that it’s circular. No matter what you desire or think, you can always say, ‘I wonder why she’s making me feel this desire.’ Or ‘this revulsion,’ or ‘this compulsion,’ or whatever comes to mind.”

  “It’s in the nature of circular arguments that you can never quite escape them. You didn’t have to charm me into helping you seek vengeance on Bexoi. I have reasons enough of my own.”

  “And don’t forget your powerful guilt over imprisoning me and my sons,” said Anonoei.

  “I know that didn’t come from you,” said Wad. “I felt it long before you knew who your captor was.”

  “Even if I had known, my abilities at that time depended on being present with the person I was influencing.”

  “And now that you’ve been through a Great Gate?”

  “I can divide my outself, rather the way you can. Perhaps I always could and didn’t know it. But now I can leave a bit of myself inside my clients, to keep my influence fresh and strong, and to see what they’re experiencing.”

  “Sounds distracting. I actually have to pay close attention to see what’s going on with Danny North.”

  “You’re not a manmage,” said Anonoei. “They all float in the back of my mind. Or rather, the back of my mind floats in them.”

  “And have you given me a piece of your mind?” asked Wad.

  “If I had, would I tell you?” asked Anonoei.

  “It depends on your motive,” said Wad. “What if you’re so devoted to my happiness and well-being that you leave a bit of your ba inside me so you can be sure that everything you do pleases me?”

  Anonoei got up from her chair and went to the window. “Why shouldn’t I use my abilities while I’m making love?”

  “I’m not suggesting that there’s anything wrong with it,” said Wad. “But you are far, far too aware of exactly what pleases me from moment to moment for me to believe that you’re not using your magery.”

  “Am I hearing a complaint?”

  “You’re hearing a question,” said Wad. “When the lovemaking is finished, my lovely one, how much of you remains inside me?”

  “More of you is inside me right now than there is of me inside you,” she said.

  “Not a clear answer.”

  “If I were the sort to spy on you, I would deny it, and I would make you believe me. So what’s the point of your asking?”

  “Because I want to hear the words.”

  Anonoei sighed. “I leave a bit of my ba in you exactly as I do in everyone else. It’s hard not to. I care about you. I also need you and depend on you. It’s important for me to know how you feel about me, what you want, what you fear.”

  Wad couldn’t help but smile. “Honesty—the cruelest deception of all.”

  “You know that I’m not deceiving you.”

  “Or you’re using honesty while disguising the fact that you’re making me take such delight in it.”

  “Will you send me to Keel?” asked Anonoei. “I have to deal with his fear of discovery. He thinks Bexoi has set spies on him.”

  “Of course,” said Wad. “But tell me, first: Have you ever placed your ba inside Queen Bexoi herself?”

  “I’ve never been in her presence,” said Anonoei. “Both Prayard and I saw to that. So no. I’ve seen her from a distance, but never close enough, in my pre-gating days, to get inside her devious mind.”

  “So the one person it would be most useful to watch, you can’t see.”

  “But you can,” said Anonoei. “Through your little spy-gate.”

  “That only shows me what she wants me to see,” said Wad. “I think she lives her entire life as if she expected me to be watching. She undresses and dresses as if she had an audience. She knows what I can do.”

  “She has that kind of self-control? Every action is a performance, all the time?”

  “Absolutely,” said Wad. “She plays her roles every moment, waking and sleeping.”

  “Sleeping!” Anonoei scoffed.

  “I think even her dreams are lies that go along with the persona she’s adopted. I think she believes her own lies as she tells them, and keeps on believing them.”

  “If she believes them, are they lies?” asked Anonoei.

  “A question I once asked Pope Boniface the Fourth,” said Wad. “He was busy converting all the pagan temples in Rome into Christian churches. I tried to explain to him how resentful the Greek and Roman Families of mages were about such treatment, and he told me that the gods didn’t exist. I considered myself proof of the contrary, and I showed him what I could do. I gated us both up into the Alps—very high mountains in Mittlegard. There we stood in the bitter cold of an Alpine winter, with him still dressed in his lightweight sleeping gown, and he informed me, even as he was freezing to death, that my existence was a lie. That I was tempting him as Satan tempted Christ.”

  “I have no idea who you’re talking about,” said Anonoei.

  “I realized that he really did believe that what he was actually experiencing—the cold of the mountain wind, the sight of high mountains and snow all around him—was a delusion, a vision I had created to deceive him. I told him that the snow and the wind and the mountains were real, that he was lying to himself, and I wasn’t even from the same planet as the person he called ‘Satan.’ He informed me that I was the liar, and that’s when I pointed out that I couldn’t be lying, because I believed what I was telling him, while he knew perfectly well that the cold was real, so he was lying to me.”

  “Another circular argument.”

  “He told me that this only proved I was a better liar than he was. He admitted he felt the cold, which showed how powerful the illusion was. My obvious shivering from the cold did not change the fact that it was a delusion. ‘If you lie to yourself, it’s still a lie,’ says he, ‘even if you do it so well that you believe it.’ A very wise man, for a Pope.”

  “I take it ‘Pope’ is like ‘King’?”

  “More or less,” said Wad. “I can meet with anybody I want. I can always get past the guards and bureaucrats.”

  “Speaking of which,” said Anonoei, “I’m a bit concerned about Keel. He seems to be quite urgently afraid at this moment.”

  “Then maybe that’s an excellent reason for you not to go.”

  “Keep an eye on me, my castle-monkey, and extricate me if there’s any real danger.”

  At that moment, however, Wad sensed that someone was coming to Westil through the Wild Gate. Several people. More and more. Yet Danny North seemed oblivious to the fact. Certainly he wasn’t sending them.

  “This is actually a very bad time for me to send you anywhere, especially anywhere dangerous,” said Wad. “Someone’s coming through the Wild Gate.”

  “What is the boy thinking? I thought you said he fully understood the danger of accidentally letting this Dragon through to Westil, hidden inside the body of some traveler.”

  “Danny North isn’t doing it. Ah, now he’s finally noticed it, and he knew at once what was going on. One of his friends moved the gate.” Wad was impressed. “Clever girl, that Hermia. It’s very har
d to move someone else’s gate without their noticing.”

  “What are you going to do about it?”

  “I have to go watch this end of the gate. As long as everyone turns around and goes straight back to Mittlegard, there’s no danger. But if somebody tries to stay…”

  “That young windmage stayed,” said Anonoei.

  Wad got out of bed and began to dress. “By the time Danny North helped me remember with clarity who our enemy is and what he can do, Ced was already here. I knew him well enough to be reasonably sure he was not possessed by Set.”

  “And if some other arrival is possessed by Set—how will you know?”

  “I won’t. So anyone who tries to stay, I get him back to the return Gate and push him through.”

  “Aren’t you afraid he’ll possess you, if you come so close?”

  “By ‘push’ I didn’t mean push,” said Wad. “Any would-be immigrant, I’ll gate him to a point where he’ll stumble directly into the Wild Gate the moment he emerges. I will never be near him. And Set can’t jump so easily from one person into another. Especially someone with a powerful inself. A ka that won’t just move out of the way.”

  “You flatter yourself,” said Anonoei.

  “Possibly,” said Wad. “But it’s not the same as what you do. He jumps in with his whole ka. But never having owned a body, worn the ape as his very self, it’s harder for him to get in. So I think I could keep him out.”

  Anonoei rolled her eyes. “Send me to Keel now, please,” she said.

  “It’s too dangerous,” said Wad. He was fully clothed now. “I’m going to be distracted, watching all these people come through. I need to see them so I can remember them later, if they get past me somehow.”

  “I’ll be fine,” said Anonoei.

  “Is Keel a timid, fearful man?”

  “A very bold and courageous one.”

  “So whatever he fears, the danger is probably real.”

  “But my beloved Wadling, I’m me. Nobody can hold on to a notion of hurting me; I change their minds. I need you for transportation, not for rescue. Please respect my abilities as I respect yours. I’m not your prisoner anymore.”