Helliconia Winter

by neetha Napew

  "I wonder if he will grow up to kill his father," was all Luterin said.

  "He is metamorphosed, as we are. A true son, Luterin. So he will survive and breed survivors, we hope."

  He trudged behind her, still with nothing to say. They passed a deserted hut and were heading for a belt of trees. He glanced back now and again.

  She was following her own train of thought. "Still your hated Oligarchy is killing off all the phagors. If only they understood the real workings of the Fat Death, they would know that they are killing off their own kind too."

  "They know well enough what they're doing."

  "No, Luterin. You generously gave me the key to JandolAnganol's chapel, and I've lived there ever since. One evening, a knock came at the door and there was Insil Esikananzi."

  He looked interested. "How did Insil know you were there?"

  "It was an accident. She had run away from Asperamanka. They were then newly married. He had brutally sodomised her, and she was in pain and despair. She remembered the chapel as a refuge - your brother Favin had taken her there once, in happier days. I looked after her and we became close friends."

  "Well... I'm glad she had a friend."

  "I showed her the records left by JandolAnganol and the woman Muntras, with the explanations of how there was a tick which travelled from phagors to mankind carrying the plagues necessary to mankind's survival in the extreme seasons. That knowledge Insil took back with her, to explain to the Keeper and the Master, but they would take no notice."

  He gave a curt laugh. "They took no notice because they already knew. They would not want Insil's interference. They run the system, don't they? They knew. My father knew. Do you imagine those old church papers were secret? Their knowledge became common knowledge."

  The ground sloped. They picked their way more carefully toward where the caspiarn forest began.

  Toress Lahl said, "The Oligarch knew that killing off all phagors meant ultimately killing the humans - yet still he passed his orders? That's incredible."

  "I can't defend what my father did - or Asperamanka. But the knowledge did not suit them. Simply that. They felt they had to act, despite their knowledge."

  He caught the scent of the caspiams, inhaled the slight vinegary tang of their foliage. It came like the memory of another world. He drew it gratefully into his lungs. Toress Lahl had two yelk tethered in the shelter of the trees. She went forward and fondled their muzzles as he spoke.

  "My father did not know what would happen if Sibornal was rid of phagors for ever. He just believed that it was something necessary to do, whatever the consequences. We don't know what will happen either, despite what it may say in some fusty old documents..." More to himself, he said, "I think he felt some drastic break with the past was needed, no matter what the cost. An act of defiance, if you like. Perhaps he will one day be proved right. Nature will take care of us. Then they'll make a saint of him, like your wicked saint JandolAnganol.

  "An act of defiance... that's mankind's nature. It's no good just sitting back and smoking occhara. Otherwise we should never progress. The key to the future must lie with the future, not the past."

  The wind was getting up again; the snow came faster.

  "Beholder!" she said. She put a hand up to her rough face. "You've grown hard. Are you going to come with me?" she asked.

  "I need you," she said, when he did not answer.

  He swung himself up into the saddle, relishing the familiarity of the act, and the response of the animal beneath him. He patted the yelk's warm flank.

  He was an exile in his own land. That would have to change. Asperamanka was done for. The obscene Ebstok Esikananzi would have to be brought to an accounting. He did not wish for what Esikananzi had; he wanted justice. His face was grim as he gazed down at the yelk's mane.

  "Luterin, are you ready? Our son is waiting for us in the chapel."

  He stared across at the blur of her face and nodded. Snowflakes settled on his eyelids. As they nudged their mounts down among the trees, a wind cut through the forest, slicing down from the slopes of Mount Shivenink. Snow cascaded across their shoulders from branches overhead. The ground sloped towards the hidden chapel. They wound by what had once been a waterfall and was now a pillar of ice.

  At the last moment, Luterin turned in the saddle to catch a last glimpse of the village. The light of its fires was reflected on the low cloud cover blowing in.

  Holding the reins more firmly, he urged the yelk faster down the slope and into the thickening murk. The woman called to him with anxiety in her voice, but Luterin felt exhilaration rising in his arteries.

  He raised a fist above his head.

  "Abro Hakmo Astab!" he shouted, hurling his voice into the distances of the forest.

  The wind took the sound and smothered it in the weight of falling snow.

  THE END

  For the nature of the world as a whole is altered by age. Everything must pass through successive phases. Nothing remains for ever what it was. Everything is on the move. Everything is transformed by nature and forced into new paths. One thing, withered by time, decays and dwindles. Another emerges from ignominy, and waxes strong. So the nature of the world as a whole is altered by age. The Earth passes through successive phases, so that it can no longer bear what it could, and it can now what it could not before.

  Lucretius: De Rerum Natura 55 bc

  v1.1 Proofer note: cleaned formating and made just few corrections.

  The original v1.0 seems to me as a pretty good work.

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