by Gene Wolfe
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Two creatures with the bodies of women and the heads of cats entered. Their eyes were a span apart and as large as plums; they strode on their toes as dancers sometimes do, but more gracefully than any dancers I have ever seen, with something in their motions that told me it was their normal gait. I have said they had the bodies of women, but that was not quite true, for I saw the tips of claws sheathed in the short, soft fingers that dressed me. In wonder, I took the hand of one and pressed it as I have sometimes pressed the paw of a friendly cat, and saw the claws barred. My eyes brimmed with tears at the sight of them, because they were shaped like that claw that is the Claw, that once lay concealed in the gem that I, in my ignorance, called the Claw of the Conciliator. The Autarch saw I was weeping, and told the woman-cats they were hurting me and must put me down. I felt like an infant who has just learned he will never see his mother again.
"We do not harm him, Legion," one protested in such a voice as I had never heard before.
"Put him down, I said!"
"They have not so much as grazed my skin, Sieur," I told him. With the woman-cats support I was able to walk. It was morning, when all shadows flee the first sight of the sun; the light that had wakened me had been the earliest of the new day. Its freshness filled my lungs now, and the coarse grass over which we walked darkened my scuffed old boots with its dew; a breeze faint as the dim stars stirred my hair.
The Autarchs pavilion stood on the summit of a hill. All around lay the main bivouac of his army - tents of black and gray, and others like dead leaves; huts of turf and pits that led to shelters underground, from which streams of soldiers issued now like silver ants.
"We must be careful, you see," he said. "Though we are some distance behind the lines here, if this place were plainer it would invite attack from above. "
"I used to wonder why your House Absolute lay beneath its own gardens, Sieur. "
"The need has long passed now, but there was a time when they laid waste to Nessus. "
Below us and all around us, the silver lips of trumpets sounded.
"Was it only the night?" I asked. "Or have I slept a whole day away?"
"No. Only the night. I gave you medicines to ease your pain and keep infection from your wound. I would not have roused you this morning, but I saw you were awake when I came in. . . and there is no more time. "
I was not certain what he meant by that. Before I could ask, I caught sight of six nearly naked men hauling at a rope. My first impression was that they were bringing down some huge balloon, but it was a flier, and the sight of its black hull brought vivid memories of the Autarchs court.
"I was expecting - what was its name? Mamillian. "
"No pets today. Mamillian is an excellent comrade, silent and wise and able to fight with a mind independent of my own, but when all is said and done, I ride him for pleasure. We will thieve a string from the Ascians bow and use a mechanism today. They steal many from us. "
"Is it true that it consumes their power to land? I think one of your aeronauts once told me that. "
"When you were the Chatelaine Thecla, you mean. Thecla purely. "
"Yes, of course. Would it be impolitic, Autarch, to ask why you had me killed? And how you know me now?"
"I know you because I see your face in the face of my young friend and hear your voice in his. Your nurses know you too. Look at them. "
I did, and saw the woman-cats faces twisted in snarls of fear and amazement.
"As to why you died, I will speak of that - to him - on board the flier. . . have we time. Now, go back. You find it easy to manifest yourself because he is weak and ill, but I must have him now, not you. If you will not go, there are means. "
"Sieur - "
"Yes, Severian? Are you afraid? Have you entered such a contrivance before?"
"No," I said. "But I am not afraid. "
"Do you recall your question about their power? It is true, in a sense. Their lift is supplied by the antimaterial equivalent of iron, held in a penning trap by magnetic fields. Since the anti-iron has a reversed magnetic structure, it is repelled by promagnetism. The builders of this flier have surrounded it with magnets, so that when it drifts from its position at the center it enters a stronger field and is forced back. On an antimaterial world, that iron would weigh as much as a boulder, but here on Urth it counters the weight of the promatter used in the construction of the flier. Do you follow me?"
"I believe so, Sieur. "
"The trouble is that it is beyond our technology to seal the chamber hermetically. Some atmosphere - a few molecules-is always creeping in through porosities in the welds, or by penetrating the insulation of the magnetic wires. Each such molecule neutralizes its equivalent in anti-iron and produces heat, and each time one does so, the flier loses an infinitesimal amount of lift. The only solution anyone has found is to keep fliers as high as possible, where there is effectively no air pressure. "
The flier was nosing down now, near enough for me to appreciate the beautiful sleekness of its lines. It had precisely the shape of a cherry leaf.
"I didnt understand all of that," I said. "But I would think the ropes would have to be immensely long to allow the fliers to float high enough to do any good, and that if the Ascian pentadactyls came over by night they would cut them and let the fliers drift away. " The woman-cats smiled at that with tiny, secretive twitch-ings of their lips.
"The rope is only for landing. Without it, our flier would require sufficient distance for its forward speed to drive it down. Now, knowing were below, it drops its cable just as a man in a pond might extend his hand to someone who would pull him out. It has a mind of its own, you see. Not like Mamillians - a mind we have made for it, but enough of a mind to permit it to stay out of difficulties and come down when it receives our signal. " The lower half of the flier was of opaque black metal, the upper half a dome so clear as to be nearly invisible - the same substance, I suppose, as the roof of the Botanic Gardens. A gun like the one the mammoth had carried thrust out from the stern, and another twice as large protruded from the bow.
The Autarch lifted one hand to his mouth and seemed to whisper into his palm. An aperture appeared in the dome (it was as if a hole had opened in a soap bubble) and a flight of silver steps, as thin and insubstantial looking as the web ladder of a spider, descended to us. The bare-chested men had left off pulling. "Do you think you can climb those?" the Autarch asked.
"If I can use my hands," I said.
He went before me, and I crawled up ignominiously after him, dragging my wounded leg. The seats, long benches that followed the curve of the hull on either side, were upholstered in fur; but even this fur felt colder than any ice. Behind me, the aperture narrowed and vanished.
"We will have surface pressure in here no matter how high we go. You dont have to worry about suffocating. "
"I am afraid I am too ignorant to feel the fear, Sieur. "
"Would you like to see your old bacele? Theyre far to the right, but Ill try to locate them for you. "
The Autarch had seated himself at the controls. Almost the only machinery I had seen before had been Typhons and Baldanderss, and that which Master Gurloes controlled in the Matachin Tower. It was of the machines, not of suffocation, that I was afraid; but I fought the fear down.
"When you rescued me last night, you indicated that you had not known I was in your army. "
"I made inquiries while you slept. "
"And it was you who ordered us forward?"
"In a sense. . . I issued the order that resulted in youmovement, though I had nothing to do with your bacele directly. Do you resent what I did? When you joined, did you think you would never have to fight?"
We were soaring upward. Falling, as I had once feared to do, into the sky. But I remembered the smoke and the brassy shout of the graisle, the troopers blown to red paste by the whistling bolts, and all my terror turned to rage. "I knew nothing of war. How much do you know? Have you ever rea
lly been in a battle?" He glanced over his shoulder at me, his blue eyes flashing. "Ive been in a thousand. You are two, as people are usually counted. How many do you think I am?"
It was a long while before I answered him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE - THE MERCY OF AGIA
At first I thought there could be nothing stranger than to see the army stretch across the surface of Urth until it lay like a garland before us, coruscant with weapons and armor, many-hued; the winged anpiels soaring above it nearly as high as we, circling and rising on the dawn wind.
Then I beheld something stranger still. It was the army of the Ascians, an army of watery whites and grayish blacks, rigid as ours was fluid, deployed toward the northern horizon. I went forward to stare at it.
"I could show them to you more closely," the Autarch said. "Still, you would see only human faces. "
I realized he was testing me, though I did not know how. "Let me see them," I said.
When I had ridden with the schiavoni and watched our troops go into action, I had been struck by their look of weakness in the mass, the cavalry all ebb and flow like a wave that crashes with great force
- then drains away as mere water, too weak to bear the weight of a mouse, pale stuff a child might scoop up in his hands. Even the peltasts, with their serried ranks and crystal shields, had seemed hardly more formidable than toys on a tabletop. Now I saw how strong the rigid formations of our enemy appeared, rectangles that held machines as big as fortresses and a hundred thousand soldiers shoulder to shoulder.
But on a screen in the center of the control panel I looked under the visors of their helmets, and all that rigidity, all that strength, melted into a kind of horror. There were old people and children in the infantry files, and some who seemed idiots. Nearly all had the mad, famished faces I had observed the day before, and I recalled the man who had broken from his square and thrown his spear into the air as he died. I turned away.
The Autarch laughed. His laughter held no joy now; it was a flat sound, like the snapping of a flag in a high wind. "Did you see one kill himself?"
"No," I said.
"You were fortunate. I often do, when I look at them. They are not permitted arms until they are ready to engage us, and so many take advantage of the opportunity. The spearmen drive the butts of their weapons into soft ground, usually, then blast off their own heads. Once I saw two swordsmen - a man and a woman - who had made a compact. They stabbed each other in the belly, and I watched them counting first, moving their left hands. . . one. . . two. . . three, and dead. "
"Who are they?" I asked.
He shot me a look I could not interpret. "What did you say?"
"I asked who they are, Sieur. I know theyre our enemies, that they live to the north in the hot countries, and that theyre said to be enslaved by Erebus. But who are they?"
"Up until now I doubt you knew you did not know. Did you?" My throat felt parched, though I could not have told why. I said, "I suppose not. Id never seen one until I came into the lazaret of the Pelerines. In the south, the war seems very remote. " He nodded. "We have driven them half as far to the north as they once drove us south, we autarchs. Who they are you will discover in due time. . . What matters is that you wish to know. " He paused.
"Both could be ours. Both armies, not just the one to the south. . .
Would you advise me to take both?" As he spoke, he manipulated some control and the flier canted forward, its stern pointing at the sky and its bow to the green earth, as though he meant to pour us out upon the disputed ground.
"I dont understand what you mean," I told him.
"Half what you said of them was incorrect. They do not come from the hot countries of the north, but from the continent that lies across the equator. But you were right when you called them the slaves of Erebus. They think themselves the allies of those who wait in the deep. In truth, Erebus and his allies would give them to me if I would give our south to them. Give you and all the rest. " I had to grip the back of the seat to keep from falling toward him.
"Why are you telling me this?"
The flier righted itself like a childs boat in a puddle, bobbing.
"Because it will soon be necessary for you to know that others have felt what you will feel. "
I could not frame a question I dared to ask. At last I ventured, "You said youd tell me here why you killed Thecla. "
"Does she not live in Severian?"
A windowless wall in my mind fell to ruins. I shouted: "I died!" Not realizing what I had said until the words were past my lips. The Autarch took a pistol from beneath the control panel, letting it lie across his thighs as he turned to face me.
"You wont need that, Sieur," I said. "Im too weak. "
"You have remarkable powers of recovery. . . I have seen them already. Yes, the Chatelaine Thecla is gone, save as she endures in you, and though the two of you are always together, you are both lonely. Do you still seek for Dorcas? You told me of her, you remember, when we met in the Secret House. "
"Why did you kill Thecla?"
"I did not. Your error lies in thinking I am at the bottom of everything. No one is. . . Not I, or Erebus, or any other. As to the Chatelaine, you are she. Were you arrested openly?" The memory came more vividly than I would have thought possible. I walked down a corridor whose walls were lined with sad masks of silver and entered one of the abandoned rooms, high-ceilinged and musty with ancient hangings. The courier I was to meet had not yet come. Because I knew the dusty divans would soil my gown, I took a chair, a spindly thing of gilt and ivory. The tapestry spilled from the wall behind me; I recalled looking up and seeing Destiny crowned in chains and Discontent with her staff and glass, all worked in colored wool, descending upon me.
The Autarch said, "You were taken by certain officers, who had learned that you were conveying information to your half sisters lover. Taken secretly, because your family has so much influence in the north, and conveyed to an almost forgotten prison. By the time I learned what had occurred, you were dead. Should I have punished those officers for acting in my absence? They are patriots, and you were a traitor. "
