Sword and Citadel

by Gene Wolfe

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  "And he told me. Down such and such a corridor and turn at such a statue, up certain steps and along the ivory path. Oh, Severian, my lover!"

  Her face was radiant as the moon itself. I knew the moment she had described had been the crown of her life, and that she now treasured the love I had given her partially, and perhaps largely, because it had recalled to her that moment, when her beauty had been weighed by one she felt fit to rule upon it, and had not been found wanting. My reason told me I should take offense at that, but I could find no resentment in me.

  "He went away, and I began to walk as he had said - a score of strides, perhaps two score. Then I met my lord, and he ordered me to return to our little room. "

  "I see," I said, and shifted my sword.

  "I think you do. Is it wrong then for me to betray him like this?

  What do you think?"

  "I am no magistrate. "

  "Everyone judges me. . . all my friends. . . all my lovers, of whom you are neither the first nor the last; even those women in the caldarium just now. "

  "We are trained from childhood not to judge, but only to carry out the sentences handed down by the courts of the Commonwealth. I will not judge you or him. "

  "I judge," she said, and turned her face toward the bright, hard light of the stars. For the first time since I had glimpsed her across the crowded ballroom I understood how I could have mistaken her for a monial of the order whose habit she wore. "Or at least, I tell myself I judge. And I find myself guilty, but I cant stop. I think I draw men like you to myself. Were you drawn? There were women there lovelier than I am now, I know. "

  "Im not certain," I said. "While we were coming here to Thrax. . . "

  "You have a story too, dont you? Tell me, Severian. Ive already told you almost the only interesting thing that has ever happened to me. "

  "On the way here, we - Ill explain some other time who I was traveling with - fell in with a witch and her famula and her client, who had come to a certain place to reinspirit the body of a man long dead. "

  "Really?" Cyriacas eyes sparkled. "How wonderful! Ive heard of such things but Ive never seen them. Tell me all about it, but make sure you tell me the truth. "

  "There really isnt anything much to tell. Our path lay through a deserted city, and when we saw their fire, we went to it because we had someone with us who was ill. When the witch brought back the man she had come to revive, I thought at first that she was restoring the whole city. It wasnt until several days afterward that I understood. . . "

  I found I could not say what it was I understood; that it was in fact on the level of meaning above language, a level we like to believe scarcely exists, though if it were not for the constant discipline we have learned to exercise upon our thoughts, they would always be climbing to it unaware.

  "Go on. "

  "I didnt really understand, of course. I still think about it, and I still dont. But I know somehow that she was bringing him back, and he was bringing the stone town back with him, as a setting for himself. Sometimes I have thought that perhaps it had never had any reality apart from him, so that when we rode over its pavements and the rubble of its walls, we were actually riding among his bones. "

  "And did he come?" she asked. "Tell me!"

  "Yes, he returned. And then the client was dead, and the sick woman who had been with us also. And Apu-Punchau - that was the dead mans name - was gone again. The witches ran away, I think, though perhaps they flew. But what I wanted to say was that we went on the next day on foot, and stayed the next night in the hut of a poor family. And that night while the woman who was with me slept, I talked to the man, who seemed to know a great deal about the stone town, though he did not know its original name. And I spoke with his mother, who I think knew something more than he, though she would not tell me as much. "

  I hesitated, finding it hard to speak of such things to this woman.

  "At first I supposed their ancestors might have come from that town, but they said it had been destroyed long before the coming of their race. Still, they knew much lore of it, because the man had sought for treasures there since he had been a boy, though he had never found anything, he said, save for broken stones and broken pots, and the tracks of other searchers who had been there long before him.

  " In ancient days, his mother told me, they believed that you could draw buried gold by putting a few coins of your own in the ground, with this spell or that. Many a one did it, and some forgot the place, or were kept from digging their own up again. Thats what my son finds. That is the bread we eat. "

  I remembered her as she had been that night, old and stooped as she warmed her hands at a little fire of turf. Perhaps she resembled one of Theclas old nurses, for something about her brought Thecla closer to the surface of my mind than she had been since Jonas and I had been imprisoned in the House Absolute, so that once or twice when I caught sight of my hands, I was startled to see the thickness of the fingers, and their brown color, and to see them bare of rings.

  "Go on, Severian," Cyriaca said again.

  "Then the old woman told me there was something in the stone town that truly drew its like to it. You have heard tales of necromancers, she said, who fish for the spirits of the dead. Do you know there are vivimancers among the dead, who call to them those who can make them live again? There is such a one in the stone town, and once or twice in each saros one of those he has called to him will sup with us. And then she said to her son, You will recall the silent man who slept beside his staff. You were only a child, but you will remember him, I think. He was the last until now. Then I knew that I, too, had been drawn by the vivimancer Apu-Punchau, though I had felt nothing. "

  Cyriaca gave me a sidelong look. "Am I dead then? Is that what youre saying? You told me there was a witch who was the necromancer, and that you only stumbled upon her fire. I think that you yourself were the witch you spoke of, and no doubt the sick person you mentioned was your client, and the woman your servant. "

  "Thats because I have neglected to tell you all the parts of the story that have any importance," I said. I would have laughed at being thought a witch; but the Claw pressed against my breastbone, telling me that by its stolen power I was a witch indeed in everything except knowledge; and I understood - in the same sense that I had

  "understood" before - that though Apu-Punchau had brought it to his hand, he could not (or would not?) take it from me. "Most importantly," I went on, "when the revenant vanished, one of the scarlet capes of the Pelerines, like the one youre wearing now, was left behind in the mud. I have it in my sabretache. Do the Pelerines dabble in necromancy?"

  I never heard the answer to my question, for just as I spoke, the tall figure of the archon came up the narrow path that led to the fountain. He was masked, and costumed as a barghest, so that I would not have known him if I had seen him in a good light; but the dimness of the garden stripped his disguise from him as effectively as human hands could have, so that as soon as I saw the loom of his height, and his walk, I knew him at once.

  "Ah," he said. "You have found her. I ought to have anticipated that. "

  "I thought so," I told him, "but I wasnt sure. "

  CHAPTER EIGHT - UPON THE CLIFF

  I LEFT THE palace grounds by one of the landward gates. There were six troopers on guard there, with nothing of the air of relaxation that had characterized the two at the river stairs a few watches before. One, politely but unmistakably barring the way, asked me if I had to leave so early. I identified myself and said that I was afraid I must - that I still had work to do that night (as indeed I did) and would have a hard day facing me the next morning as well (as indeed I would).

  "Youre a hero then. " The soldier sounded slightly more friendly.

  "Dont you have an escort, Lictor?"

  "I had two clavigers, but I dismissed them. Theres no reason I cant find my way back to the Vincula alone. "

  Another trooper, who had not spoken previously, s
aid, "You can stay inside until morning. Theyll find you a quiet place to bunk down. "

  "Yes, but my work wouldnt get done. Im afraid I must leave now. " The soldier who had been blocking my way stood aside. "Id like to send a couple of men with you. If youll wait a moment, Ill do it. I have to get permission from the officer of the guard. "

  "That wont be necessary," I told him, and left before they could say more. Something - presumably the committer of the murders my sergeant had told me of - was clearly stirring in the city; it seemed almost certain that another death had occurred while I was in the archons palace. The thought filled me with a pleasant excitement -

  not because I was such a fool as to imagine myself superior to any attack, but because the idea of being attacked, of risking death that night in the dark streets of Thrax, lifted some part of the depression I would otherwise have felt. This unfocused terror, this faceless menace of the night, was the earliest of all my childhood fears; and as such, now that childhood was behind me, it had the homey quality of all childhood things when we are fully grown. I was already on the same side of the river as the jacal I had visited that afternoon, and had no need to take boat again; but the streets were strange to me and in the dark seemed almost a labyrinth built to confound me. I made several false starts before I found the narrow way I wanted, leading up the cliff.

  The dwellings to either side of it, which had stood silent while they waited for the mighty wall of stone opposite them to rise and cover the sun, were murmurous with voices now, and a few windows glowed with the light of grease lamps. While Abdiesus reveled in his palace below, the humble folk of the high cliff celebrated too, with a gaiety that differed from his chiefly in that it was less riotous. I heard the sounds of love as I passed, just as I had heard them in his garden after leaving Cyriaca for the last time, and the voices of men and women in quiet talk, and bantering too, here as there. The palace garden had been scented by its flowers, and its air was washed by its own fountains and by the great fountain of cold Acis, which rushed by just outside. Here those odors were no more; but a breeze stirred among the jacals and the caves with their stoppered mouths, bringing sometimes the stench of ordure, and sometimes the aroma of brewing tea or some humble stew, and sometimes only the clean air of the mountains.

  When I was high up the cliff face, where no one dwelt who was rich enough to afford more light than a cooking fire would give, I turned and looked back at the city much as I had looked down upon it -

  though with an entirely different spirit - from the ramparts of Acies Castle that afternoon. It is said that there are crevices in the mountains so deep that one can see stars at their bottoms - crevices that pass, then, entirely through the world. Now I felt I had found one. It was like looking into a constellation, as though all of Urth had fallen away, and I was staring into the starry gulf. It seemed likely that by this time they were searching for me. I thought of the archons dimarchi cantering down the silent streets, perhaps carrying flambeaux snatched up in the garden. Far worse was the thought of the clavigers I had until now commanded fanning out from the Vincula. Yet I saw no moving lights and heard no faint, hoarse cries, and if the Vincula was disturbed, it was not a disturbance that affected the dim streets webbing the cliff across the river. There should have been a winking gleam too where the great gate opened to let out the freshly roused men, closed, then opened again; but there was none. I turned at last and began to climb once more. The alarm had not yet been given. Still, it would soon sound. There was no light in the jacal and no noise of speech. I took the Claw from its little bag before I entered, for fear I would lack the nerve to do so once I was inside. Sometimes it blazed like a firework, as it had in the inn at Saltus. Sometimes it possessed no more light than a bit of glass. That night in the jacal it was not brilliant, but it glowed with so deep a blue that the light itself seemed almost a clearer darkness. Of all the names of the Conciliator, the one that is, I believe, least used, and which has always seemed the most puzzling to me, is that of Black Sun. Since that night, I have felt myself almost to comprehend it. I could not hold the gem in my fingers as I had done often before and was yet to do afterward; I laid it flat on the palm of my right hand so that my touch would commit no more sacrilege than was strictly necessary. With it held thus before me, I stooped and entered the jacal.

  The girl lay where she had lain that afternoon. If she still breathed I could not hear her, and she did not move. The boy with the infected eye slept on the bare earth at her feet. He must have bought food with the money I had given him; corn husks and fruit peels were scattered over the floor. For a moment I dared to hope that neither of them would wake.

  The deep light of the Claw showed the girls face to be a weaker and more horrible thing than I had seen it by day, accentuating the hollows under her eyes, and her sunken cheeks. I felt I should say something, invoke the Increate and his messengers by some formula, but my mouth was dry and more empty of words than any beasts. Slowly I lowered my hand toward her until the shadow of it cut off all the light that had bathed her. When I lifted my hand again there had been no change, and remembering that the Claw had not helped Jolenta, I wondered if it were possible that it could have no good effect on women, or if it were necessary that a woman hold it Then I touched the girls forehead with it, so that for a moment it seemed a third eye in that deathlike face.

  Of all the uses I made of it, that was the most astounding, and perhaps the only one in which it was not possible that any selfdeception on my part, or any coincidence no matter how farfetched, could account for what occurred. It may have been that the manapes bleeding was staunched by his own belief, that the uhlan on the road by the House Absolute was merely stunned and would have revived in any event, that the apparent healing of Jonass wounds had been no more than a trick of the light.