In Green's Jungles

She nodded. "There weren't so many humans here then, I think."



"And how long ago was that?"



"I don't know."



"Years?"



She spoke to Maliki, "I was just a little girl when they put me on the lander."



"A lucky girl," Maliki replied.



"Oh, I don't know. I'd stay here if I could."



"But you are only a dream. I know. I hope you can manage without my sympathy."



"That's wrong, what the Rajan and Cuoio have been saying." Jahlee leaned forward, as sincere as I have ever seen her. "This is the real us. They talk like we're really back on Blue, but that's just the thing you bury. We're here."



"I believe the last part, girl."



I had been considering the village, Maliki's judgeship of it, and my son's part in it; and I asked, "Are most of you from Trivigaunte? You must be, since you employ its high speech for names and titles. Shauk and Karn must be Trivigaunti names-they're certainly not names I was familiar with in Viron. Bala is probably a Trivigaunti name as well."



Maliki nodded. "About two-thirds of us are, and the rest are from all over. Your son from Viron, for example."



"He's never seen the city; he was born on Blue. Still, I understand what you mean-he's of Vironese culture."



"Right. When I first got to Viron, I knew it was going to seem very foreign, but I was surprised at how foreign it was just the same. So many things we took for granted at home nobody had heard of there. Now Sinew seems familiar. I mean besides being a friend, which he is. I spent a few months in Viron once and got to know a few of you. The other foreigners here in Qarya are from cities I never heard of at home."



Jahlee sighed. "It must be a big whorl, the Long Sun Whorl, Do you think it's too far for us, Rajan?"



"I doubt that it's nearly as far as the place we visited with the Duko." I turned back to Maliki. "I want to ask you about your lander and the people who came with you from Trivigaunte; but first, I'd like to mention that Patera Quetzal was from this whorl. I know that now. Do you remember Patera Quetzal? He was our Prolocutor."



"Oh, yes."



"For years I've wondered how he reached the Long Sun Whorl. We were told that no landers had left before we got to Mainframe. Were you with us on the airship when we went to Mainframe?"



Smiling, Maliki shook her head.



"That eliminates one of my guesses. I thought you might have been the lieutenant who was in charge of us while we were prisoners."



Still smiling, she said, "I'm older than you think, Calde."



"Old enough, and wise enough, to tell me how Patera Quetzal reached the Long Sun Whorl from Green?"



She pursed her lips. "Before anybody got here? You're saying he was an inhumu."



I nodded.



"That explains a great deal. I never thought of that back then. In fact, I had never heard of them."



"Neither had I, but I think the inhumi must have been one of the sources for our devil legends. If that's correct, he didn't come to the Long Sun Whorl alone."



"They can fly through the emptiness between Green and Blue. Did you know that, Calde?"



I nodded again.



"Then they could have flown to the Long Sun Whorl the same way."



Jahlee said, "It's too far."



Maliki made a little sound of contempt. "You lived here as a child, so you're an expert."



"No, I'm not. But I know a few simple things and that's one. You asked about this once in Gaon, Rajan, and I told you I didn't know."



I said, "I remember."



"And I don't. But I do know this. He didn't fly like the inhumi fly to Blue and back. It can't be done, because no inhumu can do without air for that long. Are you sure no landers left before the time you were talking about?"



I shook my head. "On the contrary. That information was surely incorrect, though I think it was given us then in good faith."



"Then that's the answer, and why ask us? The landers go down full and come back empty, if people let them."



Maliki's smile grew bitter. "That was my mistake, you see, Calde."



"Call me Horn, please."



She ignored it. "We knew that. The men who went on board had no idea, but our goddess had told the Rani. So I went with them, and the generalissimo and I thought I could report back in a year or two. I went as her spy, if you want to put it like that. But I have done my level best for this colony, and the reason I came originally is no great secret anymore."



"I think I'm beginning to understand. You said



Sinew was your general here, the rais-man.



Trivigaunte would never have accepted a male general. Was Bala born there, by the way?"



"With all that yellow hair? Certainly not. Her father was, but her mother was one of the women our men picked up here."



"I see."



"What I am about to say is apt to sound conceited, and I hate to sound conceited." There was no hint of humor in Maliki's voice or face. "But a good many landers have landed here, and the colonists in most of them have not done anything like as well. Their men fight the inhumi and their inhumans, and die, and their women scatter. Most die, too, in the jungle. But a few get into other colonies, and that was how it was with Bala's mother. We accepted any women we could get in those days."



"Your lander couldn't return?"



"It could and it did, without me. I should have set a guard on it, but I didn't think it was necessary. Not that we had anyone to spare, anyhow."



"I have an idea," Jahlee said suddenly. "You'll both think it's silly-"



She was interrupted by Bala, who told me, "Your son did everything, Horn. He really is Sinew's brother. I knew it as soon as he started working and began talking to them. He's wonderful, just like my husband." Hide, coming in behind her, flushed and stared at his boots.



I thanked her, and Jahlee said, "He gets it from you, and that's what you ought to do, too. Talk to them. You want to find out how somebody got up to the Long Sun Whorl from here, and they might know. That was my idea, Rajan."



"A good one, I believe. May I go into your cellar to speak with them, Bala?"



"I must come with you," Maliki told me. "In the absence of Sinew, I must. Bala ought to come too."



Jahlee said, "And me. It was my idea."



Hide coughed, glanced at Bala, and muttered, "It's not very nice down there, Father. I mean we did everything we could, emptied their pots and washed them, but..."



"I understand. In Blanko I had some people chained to the wall in a dry sewer. They've been freed by this time, I hope."



"There's one I sort of think you ought to talk to."



"The leader?" I asked; and Bala, "The big one?"



Hide shook his head. "The woman."



Maliki smiled. "Ah!"



"And it might help if we brought her up here. Instead of everybody going down there. She's real weak, she couldn't do anything, and there's five of us. I don't think she can hardly walk."



"I'm sure you're right. She's more likely to talk freely when the others can't hear her. Would that be-I won't say agreeable. Permissible, Bala?" I sipped my wine, which was far from good.



"If it's all right with Maliki."



Hide began, "She..."



"She what? The prisoner? What were you about to say?"



"Can't we talk someplace else, Father? Just you and me?" He looked significantly at Jahlee and Maliki.



"You recognized her? Who is she?"



He shook his head, and Oreb croaked, "Poor boy!"



"Then she recognized you, or told you something else you don't want the others to hear, although Bala must have heard it already."



Reluctantly, he nodded.



Maliki said sharply, "Tell us, Bala. This is nonsense, and may be dangerous. Tell me!"



"It really wasn't anything." Bala sounded apologetic. "It was while he was taking off the bandage on her leg. She said he reminded her of somebody she used to know."



"Is that all?" Maliki snapped.



Bala nodded.



Hide muttered wretchedly, "Horn, Father. She said his name was Horn, and I looked kind of like him."



"Is that all?"



Oreb offered his advice: "No talk!"



"Yeah. I guess Bala didn't hear that last part, she wasn't paying much attention."



Maliki leveled her forefinger at me. "Your name is Horn. So you say."



"It is."



"Your son doesn't resemble you much."



Hide said, "He looks more like me here than back in camp."



"No talk!"



Maliki gave Oreb a hard look before turning back to Hide. "His appearance changes from place to place? Is that what you maintain, young man?"



The blood rose in Hide's cheeks, and he pointed to Jahlee. "So does she. Ask her!"



Maliki rose. "You people are crazy! Mad, absolutely mad, like Nadar."



"In that case there's no point in listening to us," I told her. "Let's listen to this woman prisoner instead. She is sane, presumably."



"Not from the way she fought," Maliki spoke with deep satisfaction. "It was one of the men who surrendered and made her surrender too, when they were cut off and Sinew had fifty all around them."



I started to say that we owed such a brave woman a hearing, but Maliki interrupted me. "Changing all the time, you claim, like dreams. Do you still maintain that all three of you are just dreams?"



"Where is my son's slug gun?" I asked her. "You took it-very sensibly, I thought-when he went into the cellar among the prisoners."



She looked around in some confusion.



"You were holding it on your lap, with both your hands on it, clearly afraid that my grandsons would want to play with it. Where is it now?"



"Gun gone!" Oreb announced.



I turned to Hide and Bala. "Bring her up here, please. I want to see her, and it may be important."



Chapter 25



The God of Blue



Jahlee was gone for two days. She came back tonight and sat at our fire, looking so human that I had to remind myself again and again that she was not. She said, "Aren't you going to ask what I want?"



"No. I know what you want, and I can't give it to you."



"Temporarily, you can."



"You don't want it temporarily. You want it permanently-something I can't provide."



"I can't provide what you want either, Calde."



"I've asked you not to call me that," I reminded her.



"All right," she said.



"As for what I want, I want to go home. That is all I want, and I'm doing it. I want to convene Marrow and the other leaders who sent me out, confess that I failed, tell them how I failed, and give them this to read. It's true, of course, that you can't help me with it; but it's equally true that I-I should say we-don't need your help. I only ask that you not hinder us. We have silver and a few cards, and our horses. We-"



She interrupted me. "Horses I can't ride."



"You can't, but then you don't need to."



"I'd like to ride with you, like I did on Green when we went to see the lander. I was a bad rider, I know."



"I'm a poor rider myself, even though I've had to ride so much of late. Certainly you were a better one than I expected."



"Your son, the big one, said we couldn't be ghosts." She giggled. "Because his horses weren't afraid of us. He thought he was making a joke, remember? And I said, oh, horses don't have to be afraid of me. He liked me, he really did. He liked me better than Bala fat."



I did not reply.



"So if I could ride with you here the way I did there, you could say I was your daughter-in-law, Hide's brother's wife."



"I could. I would not."



Jahlee seemed not to have heard me. "I've got enough money to buy a horse. Money is easy for us. For me anyway. Real cards. We like cards, because they're light."



"Taking them prevents the landers from returning to the Long Sun Whorl, also. That means fewer prey for you."



She gave me a tight-lipped smile. "Oh, there are plenty of you. More than enough for me."



I was busying myself with my pen case, sharpening the little quill I am using. "You don't care about your race."



"You are my race. You know that, why won't you admit it? Inside, I'm one of you. So was everybody who fought for you at Gaon."



"What about the inhumi who destroyed the Vanished People, Jahlee? Were they human too?"



"They were dead before I was born."



We sat in silence for a time, listening to the wind in the trees and Hide's slow breathing. From time to time he mumbled a word or two indistinctly; perhaps Jahlee could distinguish them or guess the content of his dreams from their tone, but I could not.



"Where's Oreb?" she said at last.



"Nearby, I imagine. He flew after warning me that you were coming."



"He doesn't like me."



I did not reply; or if I did, merely muttered something noncommittal.



"Do you?"



I had never thought about it. After a time I said, "Yes. I've been wishing you would go. But yes, I do."



"I drink blood. Human blood, mostly."



"I know it. So did Krait."



"We don't kill you, though. At least, not very often."



I nodded.



"When you were on the river with that little girl from Han, we all said we were going to kill you, that we had to. That was what we had decided. But none of us wanted to, not really. We kept hanging back, each of us hoping somebody else would do it."



"Were you one of them? Yes, I remember now. There were so many of you-almost all of you had to be there."



"But you thought I wasn't, because you like me. You hoped I wasn't, really."



"Also because you didn't try to kill me when we met again."



She looked pensive. "I kept thinking that you'd be killed in the fighting. That way I wouldn't have to. Rajan-?"