“Yes, that’s right, the bad bits.”
“Don’t want you to undo the part where you were brave. Or that clever scholar. Or the boy who had sense enough to fall in love with Edhadeya.” Voozhum took Akma’s hand and carefully, clumsily, put Edhadeya’s fingers on his. “Now Edhadeya, let’s not have any nonsense about pretending not to know what you want, all right?” said Voozhum. “You loved him right through the whole time he was unbelievably stupid, and now he’s found his wits and become his true self, which is what you saw and loved in him all along. So you just tell him that you know the two of you can work everything out. Tell him!”
Akma felt Edhadeya’s fingers close on his. “I know the two of us can work everything out, Akma,” she said. “If you want to.”
He squeezed her hand. “I’ve been alone,” he said, unable to explain more of his experience in solitude than that. “I’m done with that.” There would be time later to speak of the family they would create together, the life they both would share. He knew she would be with him; he knew he would be with her. That was enough for now.
“Give me your hand again,” said Voozhum. “And hold the hand of that miserable bookworm on the other side. There was an ancient dream from the Keeper and I had an echo of it this morning, so let’s follow the script she’s given us and show ourselves to the crowd outside.”
“Crowd?”
“Won’t do any good to put on the show without an audience,” said Voozhum. “The bigots need to see you holding the hands of an angel and a digger. And my people need to see that this old woman, at least, has forgiven you and that I accept you as a new man. All that information, and we can do it just by walking through that door.”
Shedemei opened the door for them. The curious crowd had gathered in the streets, filling the intersection, watching for Akma, the son of the high priest who had been struck down by the Keeper and then arose again. Now as the door opened and first Voozhum, then Akma, then Bego emerged, a tumult arose from many throats. They could see that the three of them were holding hands. They watched as Akma knelt, so that his head was of a height with the bent old philosopher and the frail scholar. He took their hands and kissed them. “My brother and my sister have forgiven me,” he said loudly to the crowd. “I beg the forgiveness of all good men and women. All that I taught was a lie. The Keeper lives, and the Kept will show us all the way to happiness. If there is anyone here who approved of my words and works for the past few years, then I beg you, learn from my mistakes and change your heart.”
Shedemei noticed with relief that there were no rhetorical flourishes. His speech was simple, direct, sincere. Still, she had no illusions. The vile sort of people to whom he had once been a hero would now simply see him as a traitor. Few of them would be won over. The hope, as always, lay in the next generation, to whom Akma’s story would be fresh and powerful.
As for the Assembly of the Ancient Ways, it had already collapsed. Aronha had officially dissolved it before Akma even arose from his coma, and though a few diehard digger-haters had organized a new version of it, there was no popular support. All those who had supported the Ancient Ways because it seemed like the wave of the future had already begun to remember that they always preferred the Kept. Those who had kept the boycott against the diggers out of fear or fashion were already seeking out their old clients and hirelings among the earth people, hiring those who were willing to forgive and return to work, buying up the unsold stockpiles of tradesmen’s work. No one was foolish enough to think that this represented a vast change of heart in the population as a whole—the Kept who were truly committed to serving the Keeper were no more numerous now than they were before Shedemei had appeared to Akma and the Motiaki on the road. But as long as the genial hypocrites were willing to go through the motions and mouth the words, there was hope that more of their children would take the Keeper’s plan into their hearts. And in the meantime, even empty lip service to the idea that all three peoples of the Earth were children of the Keeper would be enough to provide for peace and freedom within the borders of Darakemba. It’s a starting point, Shedemei thought. A beginning, and we can rise from here.
Outside the school, a new tumult arose, and Shedemei stepped with Edhadeya through the door to see what was happening. The crowd parted, and the four sons of Motiak arrived. They had all visited the school often in the past few days, and each had reconciled with Edhadeya—Shedemei could see how relieved they were to be back in the good graces of their sister, not to mention their father. All four of them climbed the steps and embraced first Voozhum, then Bego, then Akma, then Edhadeya. As a pageant of reconciliation it was working very nicely.
Miss me? asked Shedemei.
Congratulations. You’ve accomplished all that your other iteration sent you here to do.
I doubt that, Shedemei said silently. I think we’ll find ways to keep busy. Aren’t you programmed to be curious?
What an interesting and useless way to spend your time. What does it matter whether the Keeper actually uses magnetics or that was simply the closest I could come to understanding what she actually does?
What did you find?
My favorite kind. Go ahead.
So far, anyway, said Shedemei silently.
Not really. As long as I wear the cloak of the starmaster, you’re a part of me, whatever else you are, and I’m a part of you. Even if I do as I’m tempted and take a husband here and squeeze another baby out of this old body, we’ll be bound together for a long time to come. My life has enough meaning to share some of it with you, even if you are a supernumerary now.
Mon, laughing, was speaking to the crowd. Someone had asked a question. “Of course the three species are different,” Mon said. “That’s not a mistake. The Keeper looked at humans and said, How inadequate! They can’t see in the dark! They only live on the surface of the earth! They can’t fly! We need something else to make the world perfect. And so we were sent out of the room like bad children while the Keeper brought two more species to a point where they could take their place with humans as brothers and sisters. And the Keeper was right! We humans weren’t complete! Why, I spent my whole childhood wishing I were an angel. And I could spend my whole life trying and never come close to the wisdom and kindness of th
is old woman. So yes, my friend, the differences between the three peoples of Earth are real and they’re important—but they’re the reason we must live together, and not at all a reason for us to live apart!”
A cheer arose from the crowd, long and loud. Shedemei turned to Edhadeya and the two of them laughed together. “Listen to him,” Edhadeya said. “Now that he’s saying things he really believes in, Mon may turn out to be the best teacher of all.”
Shedemei felt a tug on her clothing. She turned around to find one of the youngest sky girls looking up at her. She bent down to hear.
“Shedemei, I know you’re in a bad mood today, but I have to tell you, mNo just threw up and I can’t find anybody but you.”
Sighing, Shedemei left the great public spectacle and returned to the mundane duties of the school. This one-day nausea had been going around the school and Shedemei was not looking forward to the time when she inevitably caught it herself. In the meantime, there was vomit to clean up and a little sick girl to wash and put to bed until her parents could come for her. Menial, wearying work, and Shedemei was very good at it.
GEOGRAPHICAL NOTES
What used to be MesoAmerica and the Caribbean were transformed by a single geological event under the Earth’s crust—the formation of a fast-flowing current in the mantle that plunged the Cocos plate northward at an incredible rate. Behind it, more than a hundred volcanos formed an uninhabitable archipelago extending hundreds of miles to the east and west of the Galapagos—dozens are still active. At the leading edge, the Cocos plate attacked the Caribbean plate far faster than it could be subducted. The result was dramatic uplifting and folding; by ten million years after the departure of the human race, there were several whole ranges of mountains above ten kilometers in height, with some peaks reaching higher than eleven kilometers. Between erosion and the slowing of the Cocos plate to merely three times the speed of any other plate on Earth, the highest peaks are now only some ninety-five hundred meters above sea level.
Besides the massif of high mountains, the Earth’s crust behind the mountains was also forced upward, causing Cuba, Jamaica, and Haiti to be connected to the torn and distorted land mass of Central America. Millions of years of flooding from the great mountain rivers created a vast plain of fertile soil from the Yucatan to Jamaica.
Even farther north from the Cocos plate, the general uplifting (and the same current in the mantle) hastened a process that had begun long before—the rifting of North America at about the line of the Mississippi River. The eastern (Appalachian) plate began rotating counterclockwise and shifting northeastward; the western (Texas) plate continued its northwestward drift. (Northern South America [the Orinoco plate] was also gradually dragged along to drift somewhat northward, with a rift opening in Ecuador.)
It was the sudden rapid movement of the Cocos plate and the accompanying earthquakes and volcanism, not the limited nuclear exchanges that took place around that time, that made the Earth uninhabitable and forced humankind to abandon its birth planet. Nevertheless, all human emigrants carried with them the story that human actions had caused the destruction of the world.
MOUNTAINS
The gornaya (GOR-na-ya) is the great central massif lifted by the surging of the Cocos plate, with perpetually snow-covered peaks that are higher than any oxygen-breather can climb. Because most peaks are constantly invisible in clouds, they are not used as landmarks and are almost never named. Instead, rivers and lakes are used as landmarks, with their deep valleys forming both the highways and the habitats. The border of the gornaya was determined, before the return of the humans, by the lowest elevation where the digger/angel symbiosis could survive.
SEAS
Because the folding of the land into the ranges of the gornaya left most ranges running southeast to northwest, the rivers also run in those directions. This, rather than sunrise, the north star, or magnetic north, determined the cardinal directions of the diggers and angels (they had no compasses and even on clear days could rarely see the north star and could see sunrise or sunset only at the edges of the gornaya). Thus “north” in the names of various places means northwest of the gornaya, “west” means southwest, “south” means southeast, and “east” means northeast.
North Sea—the remnant of the Gulf of Mexico, a narrow sea jammed between the Texas/Veracruz coast on one side and the Yucatan coast on the other.
East Sea (Gulf of Florida)—a new sea opened in the straits between Cuba and Florida by the new rotation and northeastward movement of the Appalachian plate.
South Sea—the remnant of the Caribbean Sea
West Sea—the Pacific Ocean
WILDERNESS
On the Atlantic side, the gornaya gives way to a great fan of lowlands, much of it raised up from the ocean floor, covered with rich soil eroded from the gornaya and carried by great rivers which deposit new soil during flood seasons every year. The jungles there are rich with life, but since vast areas spend part of the year under muddy water, most of the fauna is arboreal. Diggers and angels who lived near the edges of the gornaya often sent hunting expeditions out into the wilderness, but they never went farther than the distance they could travel to carry game home before it spoiled. Three great regions of jungle are distinguished by the angels and diggers; their names were translated into the language of the Nafari and Elemaki and eventually those names replaced the names in the digger and angel languages.
Severless (SEV-er-less)—the great north wilderness, including the land that used to be Chiapas and Yucatan. The great rivers Tsidorek and Jatvarek flow through it; the Milirek marks its western and Dry Bay its eastern boundary.
Vostoiless (voe-STOY-less)—the great east wilderness, including the land that used to be Cuba, which forms most of the northern shore and a mountainous peninsula running eastward. The Vostoireg and Svereg Rivers flow through the lowland plain. The Mebbereg, the third great river of the east, is generally regarded as the southern boundary of the Vostoiless.
Yugless (YOOG-less)—the great south wilderness, which includes a low, wide isthmus between the Pacific and the Caribbean and reaches eastward to include a mountainous peninsula made up of what were once Jamaica and Haiti (or Hispaniola). The Zidomeg flows out of the land of Nafai down into the heart of the Yugless, and the northern boundary is the land of Nafai and the land of Pristan, where the humans first landed.
Opustoshan (oh-POOSS-toe-shahn)—in contrast to the well-watered jungles of the three great wildernesses, the fourth uninhabited land was called “desolation” by the diggers and angels because, being in the rain shadow of the gornaya, the area just west of the Milirek is desperately dry, to the point the vast regions are nothing but blowing sand. Soon the land rises to the old Mexican plateau, however, but the diggers and angels regarded it all as uninhabitable.
LAKES
An anomaly in the gornaya consists of a region of subsidence running on a north-south line, where rivers, whether flowing “north” or “south,” formed lakes. As the rivers wore deeper channels into the mountains, the lakes subsided incrementally, forming fertile terraces up the canyon walls, so that the shores of the lakes have fertile land ranging from a few meters to as much as five kilometers in width. The seven lakes are named, from “east” to “west” (as the angels and diggers thought of them; we would say from north to south):
Severod—fed and drained by the Svereg
Uprod—source of the Ureg
Prod—source of the Padurek
Mebbekod—fed and drained by the Mebbereg
Sidonod—source of the Tsidorek, which flows through Darakemba and, farther downstream, the eastern reaches of Bodika.
Issipod—source of one branch of the Issibek
Poropod—fed and drained by the Proporeg
RIVERS
There are thousands of rivers in the gornaya, running in every canyon and valley. Though the entire gornaya is within the tropics, shifting winds and the extremely high mountain ranges cleft by long, deep valleys cause adjoining wate
rsheds to have completely different amounts of precipitation at different seasons of the year. Rivers are highways, landmarks, and, where the gornaya opens up into wide valleys, they are the source of life in all seasons. Seven great rivers flow out of the gornaya and, after passing through wilderness, to the Atlantic. Four great rivers flow into the Pacific. In addition, some of the rivers have major tributaries. In the religion of the angels, rivers have varying degrees of holiness; the rivers are presented here according to their order in their hierarchy of sacredness (though the names are now a mish-mash of human, angel, and digger names and forms).
The Seven Lake Rivers
Tsidorek—the holiest river, flows north from the lake Sidonod. Because the lake comes near the top of the river valley, there is no major river flowing into it. Therefore Sidonod is the “pure source” of the Tsidorek, and it also has a tributary, the Padurek, which flows from a pure source (Prod), making the water twice pure. Darakemba, the capital of Motiak’s kingdom, is located near where the canyon first widens into a broad valley where intensive agriculture is possible.
Issibek—flows north from lake Issipod, a pure source. It has a major south-flowing tributary, only the two rivers don’t so much join as collide head-on. They once formed a lake there, which filled the long canyon for fifty kilometers before it spilled over the lowest pass in the oceanside range. But the lake eventually found an outlet through a system of caves and drained completely. Now the rivers seem to collide head-on, and since they flood at opposite times of the year, there is always enough water that the outlet is underwater. The result is that the river seems to flow downhill from the lake until it comes to a tumultuous low point, whereupon the valley goes up and the river continues, flowing in the opposite direction. The outlet runs underground for kilometers until it erupts from a cave on the other side of the range and flows into the Pacific. The outlet once had another name, but before the coming of the humans, a digger proved that it was the outlet of the Issibek. However, the river that flows north from lake Issipod and its tributary that flows south to join it are still considered to be the same river, but with two sources, one pure and one not. It is this strange river that Ilihiak’s expedition to find Darakemba followed by mistake, leading them past Darakemba (several giant mountain ranges over) and eventually down into the desert of Opustoshen, where, on the shores of a seasonal river (bone dry at the time), they found bodies and weaponry suggesting that a devastating battle had been fought there. The corpses were so perfectly preserved in the desert that they could have been five or five hundred years old. Nearby, they found written records in an unknown language.
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