Sword and Citadel

CHAPTER TEN - AVA



While I was ill I had never paid much attention to the people who brought our food, though when I reflected on it I was able to recall them clearly, as I recall everything. Once our server had been a Pelerine - she who had talked to me the night before. At other times they had been the shaven-headed male slaves, or postulants in brown. This evening, the evening of the day on which Melito had told his story, our suppers were carried in by a postulant I had not seen before, a slender, gray-eyed girl. I got up and helped her to pass around the trays.



When we were finished, she thanked me and said, "You will not be here much longer."



I told her I had something to do here, and nowhere else to go.



"You have your legion. If it has been destroyed, you will be assigned to a new one."



"I am not a soldier. I came north with some thought of enlisting, but I fell sick before I got the opportunity."



"You could have waited in your native town. I'm told that recruiting parties go to all the towns, twice a year at least."



"My native town is Nessus, I'm afraid." I saw her smile.



"But I left it some time ago, and I wouldn't have wanted to sit around someplace else for half a year waiting. Anyway, I never thought of it. Are you from Nessus too?"



"You're having trouble standing up."



"No, I'm fine."



She touched my arm, a timid gesture that somehow reminded me of the tame deer in the Autarch's garden. "You're swaying. Even if your fever is gone, you're no longer used to being on your feet. You have to realize that. You've been abed for several days. I want you to lie down again now."



"If I do that, there'll be no one to talk to except the people I've been talking with all day. The man on my right is an Ascian prisoner, and the man on my left comes from some village neither you nor I ever heard of."



"All right, if you'll lie down I'll sit and talk to you for a while. I've nothing more to do until the nocturne must be played anyway. What quarter of Nessus do you come from?"



As she escorted me to my cot, I told her that I did not want to talk, but to listen; and I asked her what quarter she herself called home.



"When you're with the Pelerines, that's your home - wherever the tents are set up. The order becomes your family and your friends, just as if all your friends had suddenly become your sisters too. But before I came here, I lived in the far northwestern part of the city, within easy sight of the Wall."



"Near the Sanguinary Field?"



"Yes, very near it. Do you know the place?"



"I fought there once."



Her eyes widened. "Did you, really? We used to go there and watch. We weren't supposed to, but we did anyway. Did you win?" I had never thought about that and had to consider it.



"No," I said after a moment. "I lost."



"But you lived. It's better, surely, to lose and live than to take another man's life."



I opened my robe and showed her the scar on my chest that Agilus's avern leaf had made.



"You were very lucky. Often they bring in soldiers with chest wounds like that, but we are seldom able to save them." Hesitantly she touched my chest. There was a sweetness in her face that I have not seen in the faces of other women. For a moment she stroked my skin, then she jerked her hand away. "It could not have been very deep."



"It wasn't," I told her.



"Once I saw a combat between an officer and an exultant in masquerade. They used poisoned plants for weapons - I suppose because the officer would have had an unfair advantage with the sword. The exultant was killed and I left, but afterward there was a great hullabaloo because the officer had run amok. He came dashing by me, striking out with his plant, but someone threw a cudgel at his legs and knocked him down. I think that was the most exciting fight I ever saw."



"Did they fight bravely?"



"Not really. There was a lot of argument about legalities -  you know how men do when they don't want to begin."



" 'I shall be honored to the end of my days to have been thought worthy of such a challenge, which no other bird has ever received before. It is with the most profound regret that I must tell you I cannot accept, and that for three reasons, the first of which is that though you have feathers on your wings, as you say, it is not against your wings that I would fight.' Do you know that story?" Smiling, she shook her head.



"It's a good one. I'll tell it to you some time. If you lived so near the Sanguinary Field, your family must have been an important one. Are you an armigette?"



"Practically all of us are armigettes or exultants. It's a rather aristocratic order, I'm afraid. Occasionally an opti-mate's daughter like me is admitted, when the optimate has been a longtime friend of the order, but there are only three of us. I'm told some optimates think all they have to do is make a large gift and their girls will be accepted, but it really isn't so - they have to help out in various ways, not just with money, and they have to have done it for a long time. The world, you see, is not really as corrupt as people like to believe."



I asked, "Do you think it is right to limit your order in that way?



You serve the Conciliator. Did he ask the people he lifted out of death if they were armigers or exultants?"



She smiled again. "That's a question that has been debated many times in the order. But there are other orders that are quite open to optimates, and to the lower classes too, and by remaining as we are we get a great deal of money to use in our work and have a great deal of influence. If we nursed and fed only certain kinds of people, I would say you were right. But we don't; we even help animals when we can. Conexa Epicharis used to say we stopped at insects, but then she found one of us - I mean a postulant - trying to mend a butterfly's wing."



"Doesn't it bother you that these soldiers have been doing their best to kill Ascians?"



Her answer was very far from what I had expected. "Ascians are not human."



"I've already told you that the patient next to me is an Ascian. You're taking care of him, and as well as you take care of us, from what I've seen."



"And I've already told you that we take in animals when we can. Don't you know that human beings can lose their humanity?"



"You mean the zoanthropes. I've met some."



"Them, of course. They give up their humanity deliberately. There are others who lose theirs without intending to, often when they think they are enhancing it, or rising to some state higher than that to which we are born. Still others, like the Ascians, have it stripped from them."



I thought of Baldanders, plunging from his castle wall into Lake Diuturna. "Surely these... things deserve our sympathy."



"Animals deserve our sympathy. That is why we of the order care for them. But it isn't murder for a man to kill one." I sat up and gripped her arm, feeling an excitement I could scarcely contain. "Do you think that if something - some arm of the Conciliator, let us say - could cure human beings, it might nevertheless fail with those who are not human?"



"You mean the Claw. Close your mouth, please - you make me want to laugh when you leave it open like that, and we're not supposed to when people outside the order are around."



"You know!"



"Your nurse told me. She said you were mad, but in a nice way, and that she didn't think you would ever hurt anyone. Then I asked her about it, and she told. You have the Claw, and sometimes you can cure the sick and even raise the dead."



"Do you believe I'm mad?"



Still smiling, she nodded.



"Why? Never mind what the Pelerine told you. Have I said anything to you tonight to make you think so?"



"Or spellbound, perhaps. It isn't anything you've said at all. Or at least, not much. But you are not just one man." She paused after saying that. I think she was waiting for me to deny it, but I said nothing.



"It is in your face and the way you move - do you know that I don't even know your name? She didn't tell me."



"Severian."



"I'm Ava. Severian is one of those brother - sister names, isn't it?



Severian and Severa. Do you have a sister?"



"I don't know. If I do, she's a witch." Ava let that pass. "The other one. Does she have a name?"



"You know she's a woman then."



"Uh huh. When I was serving the food, I thought for a moment that one of the exultant sisters had come to help me. Then I looked around and it was you. At first it seemed that it was just when I saw you from the corner of my eye, but sometimes, while we've been sitting here, I see her even when I'm looking right at you. When you glance to one side sometimes you vanish, and there's a tall, pale woman using your face. Please don't tell me I fast overmuch. That's what they all tell me, and it isn't true, and even if it were, this isn't that."



"Her name is Thecla. Do you remember what you were just saying about losing humanity? Were you trying to tell me about her?" Ava shook her head. "I don't think so. But I wanted to ask you something. There was another patient here like you, and they told me he came with you."



"Miles, you mean. No, my case and his are quite different. I won't tell you about him. He should do it himself, or no one should. But I will tell you about myself. Do you know of the corpse-eaters?"



"You're not one of them. A few weeks ago we had three insurgent captives. I know what they're like."



"How do we differ?"



"With them..." She groped for words. "With them it's out of control. They talk to themselves - of course a lot of people do - and they look at things that aren't there. There's something lonely about it, and something selfish. You aren't one of them."



"But I am," I said. And I told her, without going into much detail, of Vodalus's banquet.



"They made you," she said when I was through. "If you had shown what you felt, they would have killed you."



"That doesn't matter. I drank the alzabo. I ate her flesh. And at first it was filthy, as you say, though I had loved her. She was in me, and I shared the life that had been hers, and yet she was dead. I could feel her rotting there. I had a wonderful dream of her on the first night; when I go back among my memories it is one the things I treasure most. Afterward, there was something horrible, and sometimes I seemed to be dreaming while I was awake - that was the talking and staring you mentioned, I think. Now, and for a long time, she seems alive again, but inside me."



"I don't think the others are like that."



"I don't either," I said. "At least, not from what I've heard of them. There are a great many things I do not understand. What I have told you is one of the chief ones."



Ava was quiet for the space of two or three breaths, then her eyes opened wide. "The Claw, the thing you believe in. Did you have it then?"



"Yes, but I didn't know what it could do. It had not acted - or rather, it had acted, it had raised a woman called Dorcas, but I didn't know what had happened, where she had come from. If I had known, I might have saved Thecla, brought her back."



"But you had it? You had it with you?"



I nodded.



"Then don't you see? It did bring her back. You just said it could act without your even knowing it. You had it, and you had her, rotting, as you say, inside you."



"Without the body..."



"You're a materialist, like all ignorant people. But your materialism doesn't make materialism true. Don't you know that? In the final summing up, it is spirit and dream, thought and love and act that matter."



I was so stunned by the ideas that had come crowding in on me that I did not speak again for some time, but sat wrapped in my own speculations. When I came to myself again at last, I was surprised that Ava had not gone and tried to thank her.



"It was peaceful, sitting here with you, and if one of the sisters had come, I could have said I was waiting in case one of the sick should cry out."



"I haven't decided yet about what you said about Thecla. I'll have to think about it a long time, probably for many days. People tell me I am a rather stupid man."



She smiled, and the truth was that I had said what I had (though it was true) at least in part to make her smile. "I don't think so. A thorough man, rather."



"Anyway, I have another question. Often when I tried to sleep, or when I woke in the night, I have tried to connect my failures and my successes. I mean the times when I used the Claw and revived someone, and the times when I tried to but life did not return. It seems to me that it should be more than mere chance, though perhaps the link is something I cannot know."



"Do you think you've found it now?"



"What you said about people losing their humanity - that might be a part of it. There was a woman... I think she may have been like that, though she was very beautiful. And a man, my friend, who was only partly cured, only helped. If it's possible for someone to lose his humanity, surely it must be possible for something that once had none to find it. What one loses another finds, everywhere. He, I think, was like that. Then too, the effect always seems less when the deaths come by violence..."



"I would expect that," Ava said softly.



"It cured the man-ape whose hand I had cut away. Perhaps that was because I had done it myself. And it helped Jonas, but I - Thecla -



had used those whips."



"The powers of healing protect us from Nature. Why should the Increate protect us from ourselves? We might protect ourselves from ourselves. It may be that he will help us only when we come to regret what we have done."



Still thinking, I nodded.



"I am going to the chapel now. You're well enough to walk a short distance. Will you come with me?"



While I had been beneath that wide canvas roof, it had seemed the whole of the lazaret to me. Now I saw, though only dimly and by night, that there were many tents and pavilions. Most, like ours, had their walls gathered up for coolness, furled like the sails of a ship at anchor. We entered none of them but walked between them by winding paths that seemed long to me, until we reached one whose walls were down. It was of silk, not canvas, and shone scarlet because of the lights within.