by Gene Wolfe
Page 30
"He has gone mad," I said, and inclined my head toward the sound. Dr. Talos nodded. "Most of them are. At least, most of those Ive examined. I administer decoctions of hellebore, but I cant say they seem to do much good. "
"We had clients like that in the third level of our oubliette, because we were forced to retain them by the legalities; they had been turned over to us, you see, and no one in authority would authorize their release. "
The doctor was leading me toward the ascending stair. "I sympathize with your predicament. "
"In time they died," I continued doggedly. "Either by the aftereffects of their excruciations or from other causes. No real purpose was served by confining them. "
"I suppose not Watch out for that gadget with the hook. Its trying to catch hold of your cloak. "
"Then why do you keep him? You arent a legal repository in the sense we were, surely. "
"For parts, I suppose. Thats what Baldanders has most of this rubbish for. " With one foot on the first step, Dr. Talos turned to look back at me. "You remember to be on your good behavior now. They dont like to be called cacogens, you know. Address them as whatever it is they say their names are this time, and dont refer to slime. In fact, dont talk of anything unpleasant. Poor Baldanders has worked so hard to patch things up with them after he lost his head at the House Absolute. Hell be crushed if you spoil everything just before they leave. "
I promised to be as diplomatic as I could.
Because the ship was poised above the tower, I had supposed that Baldanders and its commanders would be in the uppermost room. I was wrong. I heard the murmur of voices as we ascended to the next floor, then the deep tones of the giant, sounding, as they so often had when I was traveling with him, like the collapse of some ruinous wall far off.
This room held machines too. But these, though they might have been as old as those below, gave the impression of being in working order; and moreover, of standing in some logical though impenetrable relation to one another, like the devices in Typhons hall. Baldanders and his guests were at the farther end of the chamber, where his head, three times the size of any ordinary mans, reared above the clutter of metal and crystal like that of a tyrannosaur over the topmost leaves of a forest. As I walked toward them, I saw what remained of a young woman who might have been a sister of Pias lying beneath a shimmering bell jar. Her abdomen had been opened with a sharp blade and certain of her viscera removed and positioned around her body. It appeared to be in the early stages of decay, though her lips moved. Her eyes opened as I passed her, then closed again.
"Company!" Dr. Talos called. "You wont guess who. " The giants head swung slowly around, but he regarded me, I thought, with as little comprehension as he had when Dr. Talos had awakened him that first morning in Nessus.
"Baldanders you know," the doctor continued to me, "but I must introduce you to our guests. "
Three men, or what appeared to be men, rose graciously. One, if he had been truly a human being, would have been short and stout. The other two were a good head taller than I, as tall as exultants. The masks all three wore gave them the faces of refined men of middle age, thoughtful and poised; but I was aware that the eyes that looked out through the slits in the masks of the two taller figures were larger than human eyes, and that the shorter figure had no eyes at all, so that only darkness was visible there. All three were robed in white.
"Your Worships! Heres a great friend of ours, Master Severian of the torturers. Master Severian, let me present the honorable Hierodules Ossipago, Barbatus, and Famulimus. Its the labor of these noble personages to inculcate wisdom in the human race -
here represented by Baldanders, and now, yourself. " The being Dr. Talos had introduced as Famulimus spoke. His voice might have been wholly human save that it was more resonant and more musical than any truly human voice I have ever heard, so that I felt I might have been listening to the speech of some stringed instrument called to life. "Welcome," it sang. "There is no greater joy for us, than greeting you, Severian. You bow to us in courtesy, but we to you will bend our knees. " And he did briefly kneel, as did both the others.
Nothing he could possibly have said or done could have astounded me more, and I was too much taken by surprise to offer any reply. The other tall cacogen, Barbatus, spoke as a courtier might to fill the silence of an otherwise embarrassing gap in the conversation. His voice was deeper than Famulimuss, and seemed to have something soldierly in it. "You are welcome here - very welcome, as my dear friend has said, and all of us have tried to indicate. But your own friends must remain outside as long as we are here. You know that, of course. I mention it only as a matter of form. " The third cacogen, in a tone so deep that one felt rather than heard it, muttered, "It doesnt matter," and as though he feared I might see the empty eye slits of his mask, turned and made a show of staring out the narrow window behind him.
"Perhaps it doesnt, then," Barbatus said. "Ossipago knows best, after all. "
"You have friends here then?" Dr. Talos whispered. It was a peculiarity of his that he seldom spoke to a group as most people do, but either addressed a single individual in it almost as though he and the other were alone, or else orated as if to an assembly of thousands.
"Some of the islanders gave me an escort," I said, trying to put the best face I could on things. "You must know of them. They live on the floating masses of reeds in the lake. "
"They are rising against you!" Dr. Talos told the giant. "I warned you this would happen. " He rushed to the window through which the being called Ossipago seemed to look, shouldering him to one side, and stared out into the night. Then, turning toward the cacogen, he knelt, seized his hand, and kissed it. This hand was quite plainly a glove of some flexible material painted to resemble flesh, with something in it that was not a hand.
"You will help us, Worship, will you not? You have fantassins aboard your ship, surely. Once line the walls with horrors, and we will be safe for a century. "
In his slow voice, Baldanders said, "Severian will be the victor. Else why did they kneel to him? Though he may die, and we may not. You know their ways, Doctor. The looting may disseminate knowledge. "
Dr. Talos turned upon him furiously. "Did it before? I ask you!"
"Who can say, Doctor?"
"You know it did not. They are the same ignorant, superstitious brutes they have always been!" He whirled again. "Noble Hierodules, answer me. You must know, if anyone does. " Famulimus gestured, and I was never more aware of the truth behind his mask than I was at that moment, for no human arm could have made the motion his did, and it was a meaningless motion, conveying neither agreement nor disagreement, neither irritation nor consolation.
"I will not speak of all the things you know," he said. "That those you fear have learned to overcome you. It may be true that they are simple still; still, something carried home may make them wise. " He was addressing the doctor, but I could contain myself no longer and said, "May I ask what youre talking about, sieur?"
"I speak of you, of all of you, Severian. It cannot harm you now, that I should speak. "
Barbatus interjected, "Only if you dont do it too freely. "
"There is a mark they use upon some world, where sometimes our worn ship finds rest at last. It is a snake with heads at either end. One head is dead - the other gnaws at it. "
Without turning from the window, Ossipago said, "That is this world, I think. "
"No doubt Camoena could reveal its home. But then, it doesnt matter if you know it. You will understand me the more clearly. The living head stands for destruction. The head that does not live, for building. The former feeds upon the latter; and feeding, nourishes its food. A boy might think that if the first should die, the dead, constructive thing would triumph, making his twin now like himself. The truth is both would soon decay. " Barbatus said, "As so often, my good friend is less than clear. Are you following him?"
"I am not!" Dr. Talos announced angrily. He turned away a
s if in disgust and hurried down the stair.
"That does not matter," Barbatus told me, "since his master does. " He paused as though waiting for Baldanders to contradict him, then continued, still addressing me. "Our desire, you see, is to advance your race, not to indoctrinate it. "
"Advance the shore people?" I asked.
All this time, the waters of the lake were murmuring their nightgrief through the window. Ossipagos voice seemed to blend with it as he said, "All of you. . . "
"It is true then! What so many sages have suspected. We are being guided. You watch over us, and in the ages of our history, which must seem no more than days to you, you have raised us from savagery. " In my enthusiasm, I drew out the brown book, still somewhat damp from the wetting I had given it earlier in the day, despite its wrappings of oiled silk. "Here, let me show you what this says: Man, who is not wise, is yet the object of wisdom. If wisdom finds him a fit object, is it wise in him to make light of his folly?
Something like that. "
"You are mistaken," Barbatus told me. "Ages are aeons to us. My friend and I have dealt with your race for less than your own lifetime. "
Baldanders said, "These things live only a score of years, like dogs. " His tone told me more than is written here, for each word fell like a stone dropped down some deep cistern.
I said, "That cannot be. "
"You are the work for which we live," Famulimus explained. "That man you call Baldanders lives to learn. We see that he hoards up past lore - hard facts like seeds to give him power. In time hell die by hands that do not store, but die with some slight gain for all of you. Think of a tree that splits a rock. It gathers water, the suns lifebringing heat. . . and all the stuff of life for its own use. In time it dies and rots to dress the earth, that its own roots have made from stone. Its shadow gone, fresh seeds spring up; in time a forest flourishes where it stood. "
Dr. Talos emerged again from the stairwell, clapping slowly and derisively.
I asked, "You have left them these machines, then?" I was acutely conscious, as I spoke, of the eviscerated woman mumbling beneath her glass somewhere behind me, a thing that once would not have bothered the torturer Severian in the least.
Barbatus said, "No. Those he found, or constructed for himself. Famulimus said that he wished to learn, and that we saw to it that he did, not that we taught him. We teach no one anything, and only trade such devices as are too complex for your people to duplicate. " Dr. Talos said, "These monsters, these horrors, do nothing for us. Youve seen them - you know what they are. When my poor patient ran wild through them in the theater of the House Absolute, they nearly killed him with their pistols. "
The giant shifted in his great chair. "You need not feign sympathy, Doctor. It suits you badly. Playing the fool while they looked on. . . " His immense shoulders rose and fell. "I shouldnt have let it overcome me. Theyve agreed now to forget. "
Barbatus said, "We could have killed your creator easily that night, as you know. We burned him only enough to turn aside his charges. " I recalled then what the giant had told me when we parted in the forest beyond the Autarchs gardens - that he was the doctors master. Now, before I had time to consider what I was doing, I seized the doctors hand. Its skin seemed as warm and living as my own, though curiously dry. After a moment he jerked away.
"What are you?" I demanded, and when he did not answer, I turned to the beings who called themselves Famulimus and Barbatus.
"Once, sieurs, I knew a man who was only partly human flesh. . . " They looked toward the giant instead of replying, and though I knew their faces were only masks, I felt the force of their demand.
"A homunculus," Baldanders rumbled.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR - MASKS
THE RAIN CAME as he spoke, a cold rain that struck the rude, gray stones of the castle with a million icy fists. I sat down, clamping Terminus Est between my knees to keep them from shaking.
"I had already concluded," I said with as much self-possession as I could summon, "that when the islanders told me of a small man who paid for the building of this place, they were speaking of the doctor. But they said that you, the giant, had come afterward. "
"I was the small man. The doctor came afterward. " A cacogen showed a dripping, nightmare face at the window, then vanished. Possibly he had conveyed some message to Ossipago, though I heard nothing. Ossipago spoke without turning. "Growth has its disadvantages, though for your species it is the only method by which youth can be reinstated. "
Dr. Talos sprang to his feet. "We will overcome them! He has put himself in my hands. "
Baldanders said, "I was forced to. There was no one else. I created my own physician. "
I was still attempting to regain my mental balance as I looked from one to the other; there was no change in the appearance or manner of either. "But he beats you," I said. "I have seen him. "
"Once I overheard you while you confided in the smaller woman. You destroyed another woman, whom you loved. Yet you were her slave. "
Dr. Talos said, "I must get him up, you see. He must exercise, and it is a part of what I do for him. Im told that the Autarch - whose health is the happiness of his subjects - has an isochronon in his sleeping chamber, a gift from another autarch from beyond the edge of the world. Perhaps it is the master of these gentlemen here. I dont know. Anyway, he fears a dagger at his throat and will let no one near him when he sleeps, so this device tells the watches of his night. When dawn comes, it rouses him. How then should he, the master of the Commonwealth, permit his sleep to be disturbed by a mere machine? Baldanders created me as his physician, as he told you. Severian, youve known me some time. Would you say I was much afflicted with the infamous vice of false modesty?" I managed a smile as I shook my head.
