To Your Scattered Bodies Go/The Fabulous Riverboat

by Philip José Farmer

  They had reached Lothar, but Sam straightened up at the last words. “Hungry?” he said. “You mean…?”

  The man did not reply. Sam said, “Say, uh, you…you wouldn’t be that Johnston called ‘Liver Eating’ Johnston, would you? The Crow Killer?”

  The voice rumbled, “I made me peace with the Crows and became their brother. And I quit eating human liver some time after. But a man has to eat.”

  Sam shivered. He stooped down and untied Lothar’s bonds and removed the gag. Lothar was furious, but he was also curious. And, like Sam, he seemed to find Johnston a little awing. The man exuded a peculiar savage force. Without even half trying, Sam thought. I’d hate to see him in action.

  They walked back to the dam. Johnston did not say anything for a long time. Once, he disappeared, leaving Sam feeling strange and cold. Johnston was about six and a half feet tall and looked as if he weighed two hundred and eighty pounds, all bone and muscle. But he moved as silently as a tiger’s shadow.

  Sam jumped. Johnston was back. Sam said, “What happened?”

  Johnston said, “Never mind. You say you didn’t get around much. I been all over this place; I know the sitchyation passing well. Lots a your people to the north and the south got away over the walls. If they’d a stood up, they might’ve licked the blacks. But the blacks ain’t won by a long shot. Iyeyasu is getting ready to move against them. I wouldn’t be surprised none if he invades tonight. I scouted around his place some before I came here. He ain’t going to put up with the blacks owning all this iron and the boat. He will take it away from them or know why.”

  Sam groaned. It made no difference whether Hacking or Iyeyasu had the boat if he couldn’t get it. But by the time they were inside the dam, he felt better. Maybe the two forces would destroy each other, and the Parolandanoj who’d fled could come back and take over. All wasn’t lost yet.

  Moreover, the appearance of the Herculean Liver Eating Johnston heartened him. The Mysterious Stranger had not entirely abandoned him. He was still planning, and he had sent a damn good man for fighting, if the stories about him could be believed. Johnston was the sixth man the Stranger had chosen. The other six would show up sometime. But then one had been lost. Odysseus had disappeared.

  Still, he could show up again. The River was a great place for bad pennies, if you could call The Twelve that. They were bad for somebody. For the Stranger’s people, the Ethicals, Sam hoped.

  In the dam, Johnston had to be introduced and the situation explained. Joe Miller, wrapped in towels, sat up and shook hands with Johnston. And Johnston, awe in his voice, said, “Night and day, this man-child seed many queer things. But I ain’t never seed one like you. You didn’t have to crush my hand, friend.”

  “I didn’t try,” Joe said. “You look pretty big and thtrong to me. Bethideth, I been thick.”

  About half an hour before the rains, they moved out. The land was relatively quiet by then. The celebrators had gone to bed, and everybody had cleared away from the fires in expectation of the rain. But the guard towers and the factories were full of enemy guards, and these had stopped drinking. Apparently, Hacking had called a halt to it.

  Johnston, like a giant ghost, drifted away while they leaned against the side of the sulfuric acid factory. Ten minutes later, he was suddenly beside them.

  “I been giving those blacks the ear,” he said. “That Hacking is shore one smart nigger. All that drinking and whooping it up and staggering around, why, that’s all put on! That’s fer the benefit of spies from Iyeyasujo. Hacking knows the Jap is going to attack tonight, and he’s making it look like it’s gonna be easy. But his men are worried. They’re short of gunpowder.”

  Sam was startled by the news. He asked Johnston if he had overheard anything else.

  “Yeah, I heard a couple of them Citizens talking about why Hacking decided he had to attack us. He knew Iyeyasu was going to do it, so he decided he had to jump the gun. If he didn’t, the Jap would have control of the metal and the amphibians and everything, and he’d just conquer Soul City next and then have everything. Them jackasses was laughing fit to kill. They said it was King John arranged with Hacking to take over. And then Hacking blew up King John in his own house because he didn’t trust John. Said John was a traitor, and even if he wasn’t, he was a whitey and couldn’t be trusted.”

  Sam said, “But why in hell would John do that to us? What did he have to gain?”

  “Hacking and John was gonna conquer all the land for a hundred miles along The River and then split it. John was gonna rule the white half, and Hacking was gonna rule the black half. Half and half, with the two sharing everything equal. They was gonna build two boats, two of everything.”

  “What about Firebrass? Why’s he in the cage?”

  “Dunno, but somebody did call him a traitor. And that kraut, what’s his name, Herring….”

  “Göring.”

  “Yeah. Well, it wasn’t Hacking was to blame for his being tortured. Some a them Wahhabi Ayrabs did it. They’s got it in for the Second Chancers, you know, and they got him and tortured him, with the help a some of them African niggers, the Dahomeans, who used to torture a dozen people before breakfast every day, according to what I heard. By the time Hacking heard of it and stopped it, Göring was dying. But he talked to Hacking, called him his soul brother and said he forgave him. Said he’d see him later along The River. Hacking was pretty shook up about it, from what his men said.”

  Sam digested the news, which set the teeth of his stomach even more on edge. He was so upset he couldn’t even get any amusement from Hacking’s double cross of the champion double-crosser, King John. He did have to admire Hacking’s statesmanship and perception, however. Hacking had realized there was only one way to deal with John, and he had taken that way. But then Hacking did not have Sam Clemens’ conscience.

  The news changed everything. Apparently, Iyeyasu was on the way now, which meant that Sam’s plans to sneak out during the rains would not work. The Soul Citizens were too alert.

  “What’s the matter, Sam?” Livy said. She was sitting near him and looking sadly at him.

  “I think it’s all up with us.”

  “Oh, Sam!” she replied. “Where’s your manhood? It isn’t all up with us! You get depressed so easily if things don’t go your way all the time! Why, this is the greatest opportunity you could ask for to get your boat back! Let Hacking and Iyeyasu destroy each other and then take over. Just sit back up in the hills until they have clawed each other to death and then jump on them while they’re gasping out their last!”

  Sam said angrily, “What are you talking about? Jump on them with fifteen men and women?”

  “No, you stupe! You have at least five hundred prisoners in that stockade and God knows how many more in other stockades. And you have thousands who ran away to Ĉernskujo and Publiujo!”

  “How can I get hold of them now?” Sam said. “It’s too late! The attack will be launched in a few hours, you can bet on that! Besides, the refugees were probably put in stockades, too! For all I know, Chernsky and Publius Crassus may be in cahoots with Hacking!”

  “You’re still the same paralyzed pessimist I knew on Earth,” she said. “Oh, Sam, I still love you, in a way, that is. I still like you as a friend, and….”

  “Friend!” he said so loudly that the others jumped. Cyrano said, “Morbleu!” and Johnston hissed, “Shet up, you want them black Injuns to get us?”

  “We were lovers for years,” he said.

  “Not always, by a long shot,” she said. “But this is no place for a discussion of our failures. I don’t intend to thrash those out, anyway. It’s too late. The point is, do you or do you not want your boat?”

  “Of course I do,” he said fiercely. “What do you think…?”

  “Then get off your dead ass, Sam!” she said.

  From anybody else, the remark would have been unremarkable. But from her, his fragile, soft-voiced, clean-speeched Livy, it was unthinkable. But she had said it, and
now that he thought back on it, there had been times on Earth, which he had suppressed in his memory, when…

  “The lady makes a powerful lot of sense!” Johnston rumbled.

  He had far more important things to think about. But the really important things were best recognized by the unconscious, and it must have been this that sent the thought. For the first time, he understood, really understood, with the cells of his body, from the brain on down, that Livy had changed. She was no longer his Livy. She had not been for a long time; perhaps she had not been for some years on Earth before her death.

  “What do you say, Mr. Clemens?” the mountain man rumbled.

  Sam gave a deep sigh, as if he were breathing out the last fragments of Olivia Langdon Clemens de Bergerac, and said, “Here’s what we do.”

  The rains lashed down; thunder and lightning made the skies and the land hideous for a half hour. Johnston appeared out of the rain with two bazookas and four rockets tied together on his broad back. Then he disappeared again and a half hour later was back with some throwing knives and tomahawks, all of steel, and some new blood, not his, splashed on his arms and chest.

  The clouds had evaporated. The land was bright silver under the magnificent stars, as big as apples, as numerous as cherries on a tree in season, as luminous as jewels before electric lights. Then it got colder, and they shivered under the irontree. A thin mist formed over The River; within fifteen minutes, it was so thick that the waters and the grailstones and the high walls along the banks could not be seen. A half hour later, Iyeyasu struck. The big boats and the small boats, crammed with men and weapons, came from across The River, where the Sauks and Foxes had once ruled, from the northern part of the ex-Ulmak territory, from the land where the Hottentots and Bushmen had once lived in peace. And the main bulk came from the right bank of The River, from the three lands where Iyeyasu was now lord.

  Iyeyasu attacked at ten points along the Riverfront walls. Mines blew up the walls, and men poured through the breaches. The number of rockets shot in the first ten minutes was awesome. Iyeyasu must have been saving them for a long time. The three amphibians of the defenders lumbered up, their steam machine guns chuffing and expelling the plastic bullets in garden hose fashion. The carnage they made was great, but Iyeyasu launched a surprise. Rockets with wooden warheads containing jellied alcohol (made from soap plus wood alcohol) struck all around the three armored vehicles and made direct hits on each at least twice. The crude napalm spread fiercely over the vehicles, and if the burning stuff did not get inside the vehicles, it seared the lungs of the men inside.

  Sam was shaken by the sight, but not so much that he did not tell Lothar to remind him of this when it was all over, if either of them was still around.

  “They have to be made more airtight, and we’ll have to install a closed-circuit air system, like Firebrass described,” he said.

  Johnston appeared as unexpectedly as if he had stepped out of a door in the night, and behind him was Firebrass. The man looked exhausted and as if he were in pain, but he still managed to grin at Sam. He was, however, trembling.

  “Hacking was told that I was betraying him,” Firebrass said. “And he believed his informant. Who was, by the way, our esteemed and always reliable King John. John told him that I was selling him down The River, that I had revealed everything to you so I could become chief of your air force. Hacking would not believe that I was dickering with you just to string you along. I can’t blame him too much. I should have sent word through our spies what I was doing. That I didn’t convince him that I wasn’t double-crossing him didn’t surprise me.”

  “Were you?” Sam said.

  Firebrass grinned. “No, I wasn’t, though I was mightily tempted. But why should I betray him when I’d been promised I could be head flier after Hacking took over the boat? The truth is, Hacking was eager to believe John. He doesn’t like me because I’m not his idea of what a soul brother should be. And I had too easy a life according to him. He resented it because I never lived in a ghetto and I had every advantage he didn’t have.”

  “The job of chief engineer can still be yours,” Sam said. “I’ll admit that I’m relieved about not having to promise you the captaincy of the air force. But you can still fly, if you want to.”

  “That’s the best offer I’ve had since I died,” Firebrass said. “I’ll take it.”

  He moved closer to Sam and whispered in his ear. “You would have had to take me along in some capacity anyway. I’m one of The Twelve!”

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  Sam felt as if a cold rod had been plunged through him from the top of his head down.

  “The Ethical? The Stranger?”

  “Yes. He said you called him the Mysterious Stranger.”

  “Then you were betraying Hacking?”

  “That little speech I just made was for public consumption,” Firebrass said. “Yes, I did betray Hacking, if you insist on using that word. But I regard myself as an espionage agent for a higher authority. I have no intention of worrying about all-black or all-white states on The River, when I can find out how and why we, the whole human race, were put here. I want answers to my questions, as Karamazov once said. All this white-black turmoil is trivial on this planet, no matter how important it was on Earth. Hacking must have sensed that I thought that, though I tried to conceal it.”

  Sam did not recover from the shock for some time. Meanwhile, the battle raged on the plain with the Soul Citizens getting the worst of it. Though they cost the invaders three men for one, they were pushed back within a half an hour. Sam decided that it was time for them to act, and they trotted off toward the stockade where the Parolando prisoners were kept. Lothar fired two rockets into the gates of the stockade, and before the smoke had cleared, the fifteen charged through the blasted gates. Cyrano and Johnston did most of the work in killing the fifteen guards. Cyrano was a demon with lightning for a sword, and Johnston downed four men with thrown tomahawks and three with thrown knives. He broke two legs and a chest with a foot like iron. The prisoners were directed to the armory, where bows and arrows and swords were still in supply.

  Sam sent two men each to the north and south to go over the walls and try to contact the Parolandanoj there.

  Then he led the rest back up into the hills. They would camp by the dam until they saw how the battle was going. Sam did not have the slightest idea of what they should do. He told Cyrano he would have to play it by ear. He had to repress the impulse to remark that he was doing this even though Cyrano was tone deaf.

  Afterward, Sam thanked whoever there was to thank that he had not camped on top of the dam itself. Instead, he had sat down on a knoll above and to the left side of the dam, facing outward. He had a better view of the hills and the plains, where the rockets were still exploding but were not as numerous as in the beginning. The starlight glimmered on the waters of the big lake behind the dam as if all was peace and quiet in the world.

  Suddenly, Johnston leaped up and said, “Looky there! Yonder! Atop a the dam!”

  Three dark figures had emerged from the water onto the dam. They ran toward the land. Sam told the others to withdraw behind the great trunk of the irontree. Joe Miller and Johnston seized the three as they raced up to the tree. One tried to stab Joe, and Joe squeezed the neck and the blood spurted out from broken veins and arteries. The others were knocked out. By the time they regained consciousness, they did not have to tell Sam what they had done. And he guessed that they had done so at the order of King John.

  The earth shook under their feet, and the irontree leaves rattled like dishes in a pantry. The white wall of the dam flew outward with a gigantic cloud of smoke and a roar that pushed in their eardrums. The enormous chunks of concrete flew through the smoke like white birds above a factory chimney. They tumbled over and over and struck the ground far ahead of the waters. The lake was no longer the peaceful and quiet glimmer of a wonderful world to come. It seemed to hurl itself forward. The roar as it raced down the canyon which Sam’s men ha
d dug with so much sweat and time deafened the watchers again.

  The water, hundreds of thousands of tons, funneled by the canyon, rammed through the earthen walls, tearing out great chunks of it. The sudden withdrawal also removed a great amount of earth around the lake’s shores, so much so that the watchers had to scramble for even higher ground. And the thousand-foot-high irontree, its two-hundred-foot-deep roots abruptly exposed, its foundation partly dug away, toppled over. It seemed to take a long time falling, and the explosions of enormous roots breaking and the whistling of air through the huge leaves and the vines covering it terrified the humans. They had thought they were far enough away, but even though the giant tree was falling away from them, they were threatened by eruptions of roots from the earth.

  The tree struck with a crash on the other side of the lake and tore out the overhanging dirt and continued on down into the emptying lake. It slid out entirely from the root anchors on the banks and went on top first into the waters. These were whirling around and around, and, picking up the enormous tree as if it were a toothpick, the waters carried it down the canyon for a half a mile before it became wedged between the two walls of the canyon.

  The waters roared out in a wall at least a hundred feet high by the time it had hit the plains. Its front must have borne a tangle of half-grown trees and bamboo plants, huts, people, and debris. It flashed across the mile and a half of plain, spreading out but channeled, for a few minutes, by the cyclopean secondary walls that Sam had built to defend the factories and the Riverboat, but which had proved useless in two attacks.