by Gene Wolfe
Page 41
"Then Ill say that its still more possible my husbands correct. Ycu want to take Silk to Blue, and so do these strange men. If you have Silk and they have their lander, its possible that some accommodation-"
Bison nodded. "We could take their lander, you understand. I dont know how many men they have guarding it, but it doesnt seem likely theres more than twenty or thirty. A dozen soldiers could take it, but it would mean wed have to let another lander full of people leave, and more than that if it came back. "
"Horns shaking his head again, darling. Whats the matter, Horn? Do you think we ought to send more people to your town on Blue, even if we have to kill to do it?"
"Just the opposite. You shouldnt permit anyone to go. That was the message the godling gave me, and what I promised to tell you, hoping youd tell me where Silk is in return. "
"Pah!" Bison leaned back in his chair. "This changes everything. I have to think. "
Mint said, "Good. Ill have a real chance to talk while youre doing it, and I may be able to accomplish something. Did the godling tell you why, Horn?"
He shook his head.
"They never do. " There was something trumpet-like in her soft, sweet voice, a distant trumpet summoning scattered troops. "If it told you anything more, anything that we should hear or can hear, Id like to hear it right now. "
"It told me that I was to proclaim its message here in Viron, its message being that no more were to go. Pig and Hound have heard all this. "
"They can stand to hear it again, Im sure. Have you proclaimed it?"
He tugged with some irritation at his thin, pale beard. "I felt that my task was to find Silk and bring him back-to do the thing I have promised to do. I felt that the godling had no right to give me orders, no matter who or what he may represent. But I havent found Silk-"
Mint shook her head.
"I havent, and Im beginning to believe that may be why-that as long as I refuse to obey, I will not. "
Bison said, "There may be some truth in it. "
Mint nodded. "In which case, youre nearer to finding him already. Youve told us. And these friends, for that matter. Proclaiming would be too strong a word for what youve done so far, but it would seem youre moving in the right direction. "
"Thank you. Thank you very, very much. " There were tears in his eyes.
"You think my husbands cheated you. I could hear it in your voice a few moments ago. "
"No talk!"
"Orebs right-I shouldnt say what youre suggesting. But if you could hear it, I dont have to. "
"He told you the truth. He doesnt know where Silks living now, and neither do I. After what Ive told you about the man who shot me, you should be able to understand that. Quite a few people want Silk back-"
Bison leaned forward again; one thick hand struck the table. "He made my wife calde, and shes made me calde. Weve explained all that. "
Hound nodded vigorously. "You certainly have. "
"So I say to you what Ive said before to any number of people. If Silk were to come to me and ask me to resign the office, designating him, I would do it that day. "
Mint laid her hand, small and very white, upon Pigs. "Youre Horns friend, and youre concerned about him, I know that, and it does you credit. "
"So am I," Hound said.
"I feel sure you are. Horn, you must understand that Silk has friends, too. Not only personal friends, like Pig and Hound are to you, but what might be called public friends, people who love him and supported him. Theyre very protective of him. "
"Such ken yer maun do fer him, mistress?"
"Does that mean know? If it does, they dont. Because we wouldnt. Were friends of Silks. But many believe we might. Or if they dont believe it, they fear it. Some of them have hidden him away, probably out in the country. "
Hound said, "Well, it seems to me that if you were really his friends, he would tell you where. "
Mint shook her head. "He hasnt. Because, you see, he is our friend, too. If we knew, and it were known we knew. . . "
"You might be shot again," Hound said. "I see. "
"Yes, or my husband might be shot. Or we both might be poisoned, or whatever you like. Horn, have you noticed that he never said he did not know where Silk was? He said he did not know where he was living. Hes been hidden away by the Prolocutor, I believe. "
Bison rose. "I need to talk to him. You must excuse me, darling, gentlemen. Ill see if my glass can find him. "
As Bison left, Mint said, "He wants to find out where it is for you, I suppose-"
"Good man!" Oreb announced his approval.
"I doubt thats wise," Mint continued pensively, "but I doubt even more that His Cognizance will tell him. He might offer to provide a guide, but thats not likely to do much good. May I tell you about our little ghost? That might be helpful. "
With a satisfied grunt, Pig pushed his plate away. "Wish yer would. "
"I will. This palace, as Im sure you understand, was built in the days of Virons prosperity, when it had more people and far more money. After the death of Calde Tussah, it was shut up. Councilor Lemur, who was the real ruler of the city when I was a child and a young woman, dared neither to declare himself calde nor to hold an election he might have lost. He contented himself with actual power, and let the trappings of power go. This palace remained vacant for about thirty years. "
"Calde Silk reopened it," Hound informed Pig.
"He did. He and my friend Marble lived here at first, with her granddaughter, a Flier whose friends had been killed by the Trivigauntis, and some others. Did you live here too, Horn? I know you were with him then. Did you go home at night?"
He shook his head. "We ate here and slept in one of the rooms upstairs. "
"Of which there are a great many. The first floor is devoted to public rooms like this one. Theres a ballroom, a huge sellaria, the reception room you saw, and the library. And kitchens, sculleries, pantries, and so on. My husband and I sleep in a suite on the next floor, and there are more for guests, quite a lot of them. Above them are rooms for aides, maids, attendants, ladies-in-waiting, valets, and the rest of it. Above that is another floor with rooms for the palace staff. Theyre small and Ive never counted them, but there must be nearly a hundred. Our own staff isnt anywhere near that large. Neither was Calde Silks when he and his wife lived here. "
Hound asked whether some of the rooms were haunted, and Mint favored him with a smile. "They all are, if you want to call it that. Our little ghost is most often met with in the rooms we use most, but thats probably just because there is someone to see her in those. Do you have a comment to give us, Horn?"
"Silk talk!" Oreb demanded.
"Only that you havent talked about the topmost floor, General. "
She nodded. "Because I havent been up there. I have to be carried up and down the stairs now, so Ill probably never go. Ive been told that its a perfect warren of storerooms filled with all sorts of stuff. I havent mentioned our cellars either, for the same reason. There are nine or ten cellars on three levels. "
"Knew a hizzie twas frighted by a ghaist hin a cote hin ther lightlands," Pig rumbled.
Mint smiled again. "But that ghost was a spirit, Im sure. Ours is material. Or at least I think she is. She walks like I do to mock me, which suggests she might be a devil. I really cant believe that, however, though some devils are material. But she takes things, and shes been known to leave footprints in dust and snow. I told you so much about this palace, because I wanted you to understand why our searches have failed thus far. Do you, Horn?"
He nodded, to which Oreb added, "Yes, yes!"
"Good. If any of you would like to tour this floor when were through here, Ill take you around and tell you as much as I know about the rooms and furnishings. "
Hound said eagerly, "I would. Very much. "
"Auld Pigll push yer, mistress. Proud ter. "
"Then we shall do it, and thats a promise. Horn has seen them already, I know. Perhaps he m
ight enjoy seeing them again. "
He nodded, and for Pigs sake added, "Yes. Certainly. "
"Ive been calling our little ghost `her, and none of you have challenged it. Do you want to, Horn?"
"No. " He was no longer looking at Mints small, almost colorless face, but at the room itself, half expecting to see Olivine peeping around some corner. Mucors deaths-head stare mingled with the reflections in the glass covering a picture, but faded to nothing as he watched it.
"She wears a skirt of some rough cloth," Mint was saying, "and covers her head with a shawl or scarf. So she looks female, and we assume she is. My husband thinks she is a child from one of the houses nearby who disguises herself and slips in now and then. My own guess is that shes a beggar girl who took up residence while the palace was empty and has chosen to remain. The fact that our searches have failed to find her weighs on my husbands side, I confess. Have you theories of your own?"
No one spoke. Hound shook his head.
"Horn? You were recommended to Pig by another ghost, as we heard a few minutes ago. You must have some conjecture. "
Oreb croaked, "Silk talk!" impatiently.
"I have nothing to say," he told Mint, "beyond the comment that both the theories youve outlined seem implausible to me. You challenge me, very justly, to put forward a better one; but I cant. "
Mint raised her eyebrows. "You have no idea whether shes female or not?"
"Why, no. If everyone who has seen her thinks her female, I would think it highly probable she is. "
Beside him Pig muttered, "Have a care, bucky. "
Hound said, "If shes material, not a real ghost, you might set a trap for her. My wife and I have a little shop in Endroad, and we sell them there, traps for animals, I mean. I can give you the name of a man wholl make you a bigger one. "
Mint shook her head. "That would be cruel. I would much rather have a ghost to talk about than catch a child in a trap. But I havent told you the most interesting part so far. She was seen again yesterday. "
"Fient!"
"Yes, she was, Pig. By our cook. And she had Silks ghost with her. Horn?"
"It still sounds as though youre saying Silk is dead. "
"Im not. Our cook, you must understand, thinks our little ghost is a real ghost, the spirit of someone who left this life without attaining Mainframe. All the servants-"
Bison, returning to his chair, shook his head. "I dont believe in ghosts. "
"I didnt say you did, darling, I said they do. As it happens, I believe in them myself. But not in ghosts who steal and leave footprints. "
Bison said, "We dont see her for months. Then somebody hears her walking on the floor above and it starts all over again. We hear her a lot more than we see her, really. "
Mint nodded. "I was about to say, Horn, that even though I believe in ghosts, I dont believe in this one. And since our limping child isnt a real ghost, I doubt that Silk was a ghost either. I think it was the living Calde Silk our cook saw. Were you able to reach His Cognizance, darling? You were at it long enough. What did he say?"
Bison hitched his high-backed armchair nearer the table. "Dont you want to finish with the ghost first?"
"Im nearly finished. I was going to say that Silk wasnt wearing his robe. He comes to this palace in lay clothing quite often, so that isnt surprising. A calde, even a former one, has to be extremely careful. At any rate, he was wearing ordinary clothes, according to our cook. But they must have been very dirty. She said they looked as though hed escaped his grave. "
"Did he have. . . ?" Hound pointed to Oreb.
"No bird?"
Mint shook her head. "In a robe, with his famous pet upon his shoulder, he would have been recognized by everyone. With neither, he was still recognized by our cook, who used to be his. She must have seen him every day then, or very nearly. Wouldnt you say she sees you about that often, darling?"
Bison nodded.
"After I became calde, he and Hyacinth were often here as our guests. Shall I bring the cook in so you can question her yourselves?"
"Nae fer me, mistress. "
"What do you think, Hound? Should I bring her in?"
With more spirit than might have been expected, Hound said, "I think we should all be open and honest for a change. "
Oreb flapped his applause. "Silk talk!"
"Very well," he said, "I will begin. You know, obviously, that it was I and not Calde Silk your cook saw. It was. If you want to bring her in and have her identify me, go ahead. "
Mint said, "No. "
"As you wish. " He was about to mention the gardener, but reflected that the old man had not betrayed him; the least he could do was to reciprocate. "You want me to tell you who your ghost is. I understand that-Id feel the same way in your place. But she reposed her trust in me, thinking I was Patera Silk; and I intend to keep faith with her. "
Bison said, "She thought you were Silk. "
He nodded. "I just said so. "
"So does the Prolocutor. He wants you to sacrifice in the Grand Manteion this afternoon. "
"Ive told you Im not an augur. "
Mint said, "You would be assisting him, I would imagine," and Bison nodded.
Pig pushed back his chair. "Best gang, bucky, an yer weel nae. Bide, an shell make fast. "
"But we hope he will," Bison said, "and if he will theres no reason he shouldnt remain. I ask it as a favor to me, and to my wife. "
"So do I," Mint declared.
"Gang hor bide, bucky?" Pigs big hand found his forearm.
He shrugged. "Bide. Ive honored General Mint since I was a boy. I cant refuse her now. "
"Good!" Bison poured himself more wine. "Your friend Hound says we ought to be more honest, so heres my contribution. I knew about this when you came to my office. That is to say, I knew that the Chapter has been looking for you and that it was because the Prolocutor had heard you were here and wanted you for manteion this afternoon. I didnt want you to do it, and so-"