It was ten days since Mara and Dann had left the Rock Village: ten days' walking and nine dangerous nights.
When they all stopped for the tenth night, before they slept, Dann told her to make sure the bag of coins that had been given to her was at the top of her sack, easily reached, and said, "This is our last night on the road. There are skimmers ahead — no, they don't fly, but you'll see." In the last light from the sunset he knelt and drew a rough map of Ifrik in the dust, a shape that seemed to move and flicker in the firelight, and made a mark for the Rock Village, and measured a width of three fingers north of it. Mara knew he was exaggerating their progress to comfort her, and when she smiled at him to say she knew this, he did smile back, and they laughed. "But you'll see," he said again, and they lay down to sleep, back to back. In the night she woke to see Kulik — and it was he — bending over her. Now she understood why he had been so hard to recognise. On the right half of his face were two scars, not yet healed: one from his nose, just catching the corner of his mouth, and lifting it, down to his collarbone; the other from under his eye to under his ear. He was not merely thin, his big bones showing, but yellow and sick looking, even in this bad light. He had been just about to flick up her robe with his stick. She did not know if this meant he had suspicions about her, as a boy, or if he thought she might be Mara, or if he had somehow caught a glimpse of the knotted cord around her waist when a gust of dusty wind had blown her robe up. He saw she was awake, and grunted and moved off. He did this in the way they all used: he was unapologetic, not guilty, not even concerned that she had seen him. They could thieve from each other, threaten, even kill, and the next minute could be walking along the road a pace apart, or lie down to sleep within touching distance, if the danger was enough.
Dann was awake and whispered, "Don't worry, we'll get away from him today." "It's Kulik," she whispered. Dann said it wasn't. She said he hadn't seen Kulik for five years. He said he could never forget that face: he even had nightmares about it. She said, "Then you'll have worse nightmares now."
Next morning they each had a mouthful of water. The others had taken to staring at the two water cans hanging there on the pole, and Dann put all the water they had left into one can, which they hung on the pole, and the other can went into Mara's sack. As they walked, the water slopped around in the can, and the people ahead kept glancing around to look at the enticing can. Both knew they would soon be attacked for the water, but at midday there appeared a skimmer on the crest of a rise, and around it were a group of ten youths, armed with knives and sharpened staves. The travellers moved off the road to keep well clear, but Dann signalled to her to hang back until the others had gone out of sight over the rise. Then he went up to the group, and the youth who seemed to be the leader let out a shout, and in a moment Dann and he were hugging each other, talking and hugging again. Of course: Dann had said he had worked with skimmers. Now the two men went off a little way and conferred. Dann came back to take the bag of coins from her. He counted out coins into this new — or old — friend's hand. Dann motioned to her: Get in. This little machine was smaller than the one they had seen crash and burn. It had four seats. It was like a grasshopper or a cricket. Dann got into the pilot's seat. Ahead the road dipped down in a long but steep slope to a string of pits that had once been waterholes, and rose up again to the next crest. At the bottom the group of walkers, who probably had not even noticed that Dann and Mara had not kept up, were plodding heavily on. The youths pushed the machine, which did not attempt to fly but only rolled down the slope, getting up a considerable speed. The youths pushed until they could not keep up, then went back to their station on the crest of the rise. Dann's friend waved at the two, and then the others did too. Because the machine was making no noise, with its engines silent, it was only at the last moment the travellers knew it was there, and they jumped off the road, cursing and shaking their fists; and when they saw Mara and Dann in it, they ran forward to grab it, but the skimmer was going too fast by then. The impetus from the long run down got them to the top of the next rise, where another group of youths stopped it. Mara and Dann got out; Dann conferred with these youths, saying that he had paid for eight skimmers. It was clear they were not altogether happy with this, but they allowed the two to transfer to the next waiting machine. The one they had come this far on, would return with one of these youths as pilot.
Again, this group pushed them off, down another and this time steeper decline, and again the skimmer reached the top of the next rise, and was brought to a stop by another gang of youths. This was a relay service, using skimmers whose engines no longer worked, for travellers who still had the means to pay. How did they live, then, these bands of young men, each with their skimmer? — but Mara knew the answer. They lived by robbing travellers — how else? They took food, and water, and anything else they fancied — and Mara wondered for how many stages of this shuttle the authority of that first youth, Dann's friend, would command respect. Soon, she knew. When this skimmer reached the third rise, the youths there demanded more payment. Dann still had a little clutch of the coins as a reserve, and he wasn't going to part with them. And the gold coins were each many times too much. For the ride from the third stop to the fourth Dann paid one of the brown garments, which had the young men exclaiming and marvelling so much they took little notice when Dann and Mara got into the skimmer, and had to be summoned by a shout from Dann. Down they went, and up they went. All this part of the landscape was a system of valleys between crests, each ride from ridge to ridge about two miles. At the fifth stop they parted with another brown tunic. There were now four left. Dann said that the youths were getting far more than they deserved, for these garments earned in the markets to the east a small fortune each. What markets, what do you mean, the East? — Mara wanted to ask, but they were in the noisy machine. At the sixth stop the youths wanted the two to turn out everything they had in their sacks. They were not impressed with the name of Dann's friend, nor that he had once been one of them. In the end they did not insist on their opening the sacks, but accepted the water can, which, again, they found such a wonder that it was only after some time Mara and Dann were pushed off from the ridge. This was a long, deep descent, and the machine rocked because of the speed, and Mara held on while the landscape rushed past on either side: the same old brownish grass, the same dead or dying trees. At the seventh stop the atmosphere was more friendly, for no reason they could see, and the youths were satisfied with a couple of the food fruits — the last. And now the last long dip down and then up, and at the top the youths were truculent and surrounded the couple with a circle of staves and knives and angry, threatening faces. There had been no travellers through that day, nor the day before, they said. The stations farther back grabbed all the good things — and now what were they going to be given? To say that the two had paid for this last stage would be asking for more trouble. These youths wanted food. There was no food. Then they said they would take the can and its water. They actually had taken it off the pole when Mara piped up, "There isn't enough there to give you even a sip each, but it's life and death to us." At this they forgot Dann and turned on her, jeering and laughing. "Listen to the kid." "What a pipsqueak." "He's got a loud voice for such a little squit." And so on. They began jostling and shoving her — and pushed Dann aside when he tried to protect her. Then one said, "Oh leave him," and they all stood back. And then, just at the right moment, when the youths were wondering what to try next, Dann said, "I've got an axe." Now, axes were rare and precious. "Show us," cried the youths, and when Dann produced the axe were silent because of it. It was very old: the man Dann had got it off had said it was the usual "thousands of years old," made of a dark, gleaming stone, and with an edge that left blood on the thumb of the youth who tried it. It was, like the gold pieces when they were allowed to see the light of day, made with a craft and a care and a knowledge that no one knew how to match. It was worth — well, it was worth Mara and Dann's lives.
The young men no long
er cared about the two, and hardly noticed when they set off down the long descent. They were handling the axe, silent with awe of it.
The laborious walking down, with ahead of them a long ascent, told the two just how much the skimmers had saved them every day. The distance covered in the skimmers amounted to two or three days of the slow walking that was all the travellers could manage now, being so exhausted. Mara and Dann were in better shape than most of the others because they had had more water and a little food, but they were learning today that they were reaching the end of their strength. Then Dann said, "Wait, wait, we're going to see something soon — I think. It was still running when I came down to get you." And as he spoke there appeared in the sky ahead a machine that Mara remembered: it was a sky skimmer, an old machine, and as it settled on the road it was rattling and shaking and roaring as if it might collapse there and then. Out stepped the pilot, a person in bright blue clothes, not a tunic or a robe but close fitting trousers and top, a vision of cleanness and neatness. It was a woman, Mara decided after her eyes had cleared from the surprise and shock of seeing this being from another kind of world. Her yellow hair was smooth and glossy, her skin shone, and she smiled at them.
Dann walked straight up to her holding out the gold coin, as he did before, keeping an edge tight between his fingers. "How far?" he asked.
Before examining it she said, "I am Felice. Who are you?"
Dann did not reply, intent on the transaction; but Mara said, "Dann and Maro, from the Rock Village."
"You must be the last, then."
And then she bent, bit the coin, while Dann still held tight, straightened and said, "It's genuine, all right. I don't see one of these very often." She waited, but Dann said nothing, and she said, "Well, ask no questions and you'll hear no lies."
"I found it," said Dann.
"Of course you did." And she showed she was waiting for some tale by leaning there against her machine, all her very white teeth on show, and her eyes hard, but amused.
"I didn't kill anyone for it," said Dann, angry.
"I know he didn't," Mara came in, and this bright, shining creature transferred her attention to Mara. "He's my brother," she said. "So I can see."
"That money was given to me by the woman who took us in when we were little and looked after us." And Mara, not knowing she was going to, began to cry. She was thinking of all that kindness, which she had taken for granted. She was thinking, Oh I wish I could be little again, and Daima could hold me. She could not stop crying. She turned away and tried to wipe the tears from her face with the sleeve of her dusty robe. This dirtied her face even more.
But Felice was kind, Mara knew, and without knowing she was going to, held out her hands imploringly to her.
"Where do you want to go?"
"Chelops," said Dann.
Her face changed. She was incredulous. "Why Chelops?" "We're going North."
"You are Mahondis," she stated. "And what makes you think you'll get any farther north than Chelops?"
"But we do keep going north," said Dann.
"Have you been to Chelops?"
"Yes," said Dann, again surprising Mara.
"Are you sure? You mean to tell me you just walked through Chelops?" "I... didn't just walk," said Dann. "I saw a lot of police, and so I hid... and hid... and then made a run for it at night." "You didn't notice the slaves?"
"I didn't see very much," said Dann. "But I liked what I saw."
Felice seemed too surprised to speak. She seemed to be thinking, or even in doubt. Then she said, "Why don't you let me take you to Majab? It's a nice town."
"Majab," said Dann, contemptuously. "Compared to Chelops it's just nothing." As she still did not reply, and hesitated, and then began to speak, but stopped, he said, "I know you go as far as Chelops."
"It's my base," she said. Then said, "I am employed by the Hadrons."
This meant nothing to either Dann or Mara.
Felice sighed. "I've warned you as much as I can," she said. "Very well. But that coin: it would be enough to take the two of you to Majab. What else can you pay me?"
At this Dann scrabbled around in the bottom of his sack, without actually taking anything out so she could see it, and untied another gold coin, and brought it forth.
"Well," she said. "If I were you I'd not let anyone know you'd got those."
Dann gave the sort of laugh that means, You think I'm a fool? She was thinking they were foolish, but her face was soft and she smiled as she helped Mara in.
This was a six-seater, but the seats were broken and they had to sit on the floor. The machine took off with a feeble, coughing roar. All the same, it got quite high, enough for them to have a good, wide view down. It was a brown landscape, with clumps of grey rocks and, very occasionally, a green blotch that was one of the trees that had deep roots. There were dead trees everywhere. The machine was following the road. Below were several columns of walkers, like the one the two had been part of till this morning. As the machine passed overhead all the people looked up to see this rare thing, a sky skimmer, and while it was not possible to see their faces, all of them were hating the machine and cursing it.
They crossed a wide river running west to east, but there was not much water in it. At the least the mud flats on either side were not white with bones. Now they were approaching some mountains, and the machine did not increase its height — could not, that was clear. At the last moment, when it seemed it would crash into a tall peak that had glittering streaks down it from past rains, it turned to slide through a pass to the other side, where the plain went on, and on, everything brown and dry. After about half an hour, in the middle of the plain, there appeared below them a town, rather like the one behind them that was full of spiders and scorpions, but here there seemed to be people in the streets and there was a market.
"Majab," whispered Dann. "That's where the old woman was — I told you, who hid me when I ran away."
"You were here a long time?"
"Two years. Then I went off with some people — East." He pointed.
"What's there — East?"
His face was so angry she was afraid of him. East was a town where he had seen monkeys, and people, in cages. He had seen the cages slung between work beasts, like the water cans on a carrying pole, people clinging to the bars and crying and begging, women and children as well as men, particularly children: they were to be sold in the towns along the coast.
"Dann," said Mara, touching his arm to bring him back out of his anger. After a few moments he did sigh, then nodded at her: All right. And then in the dust on the floor of the machine he drew Ifrik again, put a finger where she knew he meant the Rock Village, and then walked his fingers to a spot that he whispered was Majab, and then to the next, which was Chelops.
They had been flying for about two hours when the skimmer began to descend. It landed on a high ridge; beyond it they could see only sky. The sun was red and gold and violet, sending rays across the sky.
Felice got out of the pilot's seat and opened the door for them.
"But this isn't Chelops," said Dann. "You've cheated us."
"Chelops is over the ridge," she said. "Now listen to me. I am not supposed to say this. If they found out I'd said it. But don't go into Chelops. Make a detour."
"For one thing we haven't got any food and not much water left," said Mara.
"Well I don't know," she said. "I really don't know what to say. I like you two kids. Well, if it's possible, see if you can buy some food in the market up in the north-east. Don't go through the centre." And with that she was back in her machine, and they watched the machine labour into the sky and go over the ridge, just skimming it.
"It doesn't matter," said Dann. "I wanted to show you something up here anyway."
And he began walking on, to the top of the ridge, where they could look down on Chelops. It was enormous. She had not imagined there could be anything like it. The light was going, it was dusk down there, but she could see tall black t
owers clustered together, though all dark, and a town spreading away from them, a big spread of houses, a wide scattering of lights.
Dann seemed familiar with this place. He said he had come over this ridge when he was walking down Ifrik to get to her, that somewhere close there was an old city, ruins he had heard people talk about.
They found a higher place, like the other nights, with flat rocks on it. There was no moon, but the stars glittered and seemed to rustle and talk. They ate the last piece of their bread, drank almost the last of their water, and lay down on a rock and looked up. The heat stored in the rock would warm them through the night, and above was the cold shine of the stars. He slept while she watched. She did hear scuffling and clicking from quite near, but these were not the sounds the dragons or lizards made. Then she slept. He woke her to show her an enormous beetle, yellow, with black feelers, running off to some rocks.
Before the sun rose they moved off their rock with its store of warmth and walked along the ridge that marked the descent into Chelops. "And here it is," said Dann, "it is where they said." He sounded perplexed. Ahead of them were buildings of all shapes, round or square or like bowls, but they had no roofs and were all of a piece, with round holes for windows. They were of a dull greenish or brown metal, sometimes two-storeyed with outside stairs, but were mostly one-storey. When the two stood a foot or so away from a wall they saw their reflections, brownish distorted pictures of themselves, deep in the dull metal. What was this metal that still reflected after so long? It was not rusted, or dulled, or dented or scratched. The smooth, dull walls enclosed spaces that were hot and airless, or, rather, the air seemed flat, like stale water: both of them were pleased to step outside into the heat. They went from one to another and found not a crack, not a hole, not a chip. Mara pulled out of her sack the tunic that could be worn for years and never show a mark, or a tear, never lose its dull sheen, and she said to Dann, "Look." She held the slippery glisten of the tunic near the wall of a house: they were the same; and she put the can for their water near a wall: the same. The same people made the houses, the tunics, the cans. The two walked about among the houses, the sun beating down on them, and the metal of the buildings did not absorb or throw out heat but kept a mild, indifferent tepidity, no matter where they laid their palms. This city extended along the edge of the ridge and back from it for a mile or so: lumps of buildings, dead, ugly things that could never change or decay.
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