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  Fire Time

  Poul Anderson

  For Hal Clement

  world smith

  Contents

  Foreword

  Chapter I

  Chapter II

  Chapter III

  Chapter IV

  Chapter V

  Chapter VI

  Chapter VII

  Chapter VIII

  Chapter IX

  Chapter X

  Chapter XI

  Chapter XII

  Chapter XIII

  Chapter XIV

  Chapter XV

  Chapter XVI

  Chapter XVII

  Chapter XVIII

  Chapter XIX

  Chapter XX

  Chapter XXI

  Chapter XXII

  Chapter XXIII

  Chapter XXIV

  Afterword

  About the Author

  FOREWORD

  It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of a wholly just man.

  His image had been chilling enough in court. Now we were summoned to himself. Dusk took us as we stepped from the flyer, blue-gray around, deepening to black where the mountainside toppled into the valley, overhead still a violet touched by the earliest stars. A guardian satellite hastened among them, entered Earth’s shadow, and vanished as if the thin cold wind that whittered about us had blown it out. There streamed a smell of glaciers and distances.

  The house was built of native stone, enormous, a part of these heights. Few men on man’s mother planet can afford solitude. The president of the Tribunal commands it. A light in a bronze frame glowed above an ironbound oaken door. Our pilot gestured us that way. His whole body said we had better not keep Daniel Espina waiting.

  Though my heart stammered, we all walked steadily. The door opened to show an attendant, live and nonhuman. ‘Buenos tardes,’ the being said. ‘Siganme ustedes, por favor.’ We followed down a hallway darkly wainscoted, to a room perhaps intended for meetings such as this.

  It was broad and tall, full of antiquities and silence. The carpet muffled footfalls. Chairs and a couch stood rigid-framed, leather-covered, with a teak and ivory table. A grandfather clock from centuries agone ticked opposite an owl carved in marble. Shelves lined the walls, carrying books in the hundreds, more codices than reels. A modern desk and console – communications, data retrieval, computation, recording, projection, printout, disposal – somehow likewise belonged.

  The far end of the room was a transparency. Beyond it reached the mountain, forest below and valley nighted below that, remote snowpeaks, more stars every minute. Before it, in his mobile chaise longue, sat Espina. As always, he was loosely black-clad; nothing showed except the skeletal head and hands. A look from him halted us.

  And yet, ‘Good evening,’ he said, tonelessly but quietly, as if we were guests and not criminals whom he would sentence. ‘Please be seated.’

  In our separate ways we bowed and lowered ourselves to the edges of chairs facing him.

  ‘I believe English will be the most convenient language?’ he inquired.

  The question was rhetorical, I thought. How could he not know the answer? To mask the stillness, I replied, ‘Yes, your honor – sir – You recall … on Ishtar it’s been the common human language for a long time. Most permanent residents aren’t very good even in Spanish, for lack of practice. It happened the original base personnel were mainly Anglo – pretty isolated since then–’

  ‘Until recently,’ he cut off my foolish noise.

  Dk, went the big clock. Dk. Dk.

  After a minute Espina stirred the least bit and said, ‘Well. Who prefers coffee and who tea?’ We mumbled. He beckoned his servant to him and gave the order. While the being departed, he took a silver case out of his robe, put a cigarette between yellowed fingers and inhaled it into lighting.

  ‘Smoke if you like,’ he invited, neither hostile nor cordial, merely informing us that he didn’t care. We made no move. His gaze felt like the alpine wind.

  ‘You are wondering why I called you here,’ he said at last. ‘Isn’t that quite irregular? And if a judge should feel a need to interview prisoners confidentially, why haul their bodies halfway around the globe?’

  He drew smoke into lungs and let it out again to veil his Rameses face.

  ‘As for the second point,’ he proceeded, ‘hologramy saves me the traveling I no longer wish to do. But it is not the same as the living flesh’ – he glanced at his hand – ‘which you still have so abundantly. For you to be here, in my place and presence, is not the same as us confronting each other’s colored shadows. I wish more officials understood the difference.’

  A cough racked him. I’d seen replays of his historic decisions and speeches. No such attack of mortality marred them. Did he instruct the 3V computers to microdelay and edit their transmissions? That’s standard political practice, of course, along with the other glamorizers. But Tribune Espina had always scorned any softening. Hadn’t he?

  He snapped after air, breathed in fresh poison, and continued:

  ‘As for the first point, in my office there are no regular actions. Every case is a freak.

  ‘Think,’ he said into our astonishment. ‘Mine is the final court for matters which fall under no single jurisdiction. Thus complete precedents never exist. Not only can entire legal systems be at odds; philosophies can.’ Contempt spoke forth. ‘“Mankind” is a word about as meaningful as “phlogiston”. Tell me, if you are able – in this allegedly unified World Federation of ours, just how much in common have a prosperous Japanese engineer, a gang lord in the Welfare district of a North American city, a Russian mystic, and a Dry African peasant? Besides, more and more of our business originates off Earth altogether’ – his voice dropped – ‘in a damnably peculiar universe.’

  Our looks followed his. He touched a control on the chaise, interior lighting dimmed, the quickly fallen upland night grew clear to see.

  Stars crowded blackness, nearly space-bright and spacemany. The galactic belt glimmered from horizon to horizon; I remembered that in Haelen they call it the Winterway. Low to the south, Sagittarius stood across it. There I sought, and believed I found, the patch of glow that drowns out from sight of Earth the triple sun called Anubelea. Close by, the trail of light was cloven by dark dust. Elsewhere, invisible to us, fared worlds being born, worlds alive with other flesh and spirit than ours, burnt-out neutron clinkers, those pits of alienness men call black holes, galaxy after galaxy around the curve of reality; and the question is un-answerable, unaskable, what this all came from and what it will return to and why.

  Espina’s desiccated utterance brought me back. ‘I’ve studied the files on you at some length, as well as hearing testimony. My learned colleagues deplore the time I’ve spent. They remind me of problems they consider more urgent, especially now during a war. The mutiny was a very small affair, they say, and had no obvious important effects. The defendants have not denied the charges against them. Let us punish and be done.

  ‘Regardless, I’ve persisted.’ He nodded at his infotrieve. ‘No doubt I can conjure up every fact about you which the law could possibly call germane, and a good many additional.’

  He paused before finishing, ‘Yes, quite a few facts. But how much truth?’

  I dared take the word: ‘Sir, if you mean the moral issues, justification, we requested a chance to explain and were denied.’

  Exasperation crackled. ‘Certainly. Did you imagine a court handling intercultural, often interspecies problems, could get anything done if it permitted emotional scenes at preliminary hearings?’

  ‘I understand, sir. But we’
ve not been allowed to make public statements either. We’ve been held incommunicado, and those hearings were barred to spectators. I doubt the legality of that.’

  ‘My ruling, under wartime powers. You may come to see that I’ve had my reasons.’

  The crippled body leaned forward, too old for repair, too alive for its captivity. The eyes assailed us. ‘Here you may orate as you please,’ Espina said. ‘I counsel you against it, though. What I hope to get from you is rather more subtle, more difficult than your personal objections to certain Federation policies. I mean to inquire about matters juridically irrelevant, incompetent, and immaterial. I want hearsay and conjecture. You are prepared to sacrifice your futures for those beings yonder. Why?’

  His hand chopped air. ‘Set yourselves aside if you’re able. Tell me about them as you know them or, likelier, imagine them. Oh, yes, I’ve gone over several xenological treatises. I’ve actually returned to childhood and reread that saccharine Tales from Far Ishtar. Words and pictures, nothing else!

  ‘Give me some blood and bone. Make me feel how it feels to know doomsday is coming again in one’s own lifespan.’

  The servant entered with a tray. ‘You may have alcohol, or whatever drug you need to relax, later if you desire,’ Espina said. ‘But best not at once. We’ve a formidable task ahead.’

  He sipped from his teacup. I caught the tarry odor of Lapsang Soochong. Presently he began to search us out.

  I

  In Fire Time the north country got no peace from the Demon Sun. Day and night, summer and winter, it blazed aloft until there was no longer any day or any winter. But those were the Starklands, where few mortals had ever gone and none could ever dwell, whether the year be good or evil. Dauri from that realm, bound south on their unknown errands, saw the Red One sink as they fared, until at last it sometimes wheeled under the horizon behind them.

  Having crossed the Desolation Hills, such travelers were in among the Tassui, the Frontier Folk, who held the south end of Valennen and hence were the northernmost of mortals. Here land, life, and sky alike were strange to theirs.

  When the Stormkindler was far from the world, hardly more than the brightest of stars, these parts knew small difference between seasons. In winter some rain might be hoped for, and the days were a little shorter than the nights, but that was nearly all. (Traders and soldiers from the Gathering said that meanwhile in the far north the True Sun never rose, and the cold grew so strong that ice lay in the very valleys.) But Fire Time changed this, as it did everything else. Then at midsummer the Tassui got the Invader by day, two suns at once, while at midwinter they got it by itself, not one moment of blessed darkness.

  The same held true if a person traveled South-Over-Sea: except for seasons changing, winter in Beronnen when summer was in Valennen – and the Burner always lower to northward. Finally he reached a place which never saw it during Fire Time, merely afterward when it had retreated too great a distance to wreak harm. Most Tassui thought this must be a country favored by the gods, and disbelieved foreigners who told them that it was, instead, chill and niggardly.

  Arnanak knew the story was right. He had visited Haelen himself, a hundred years ago as a legionary of the Gathering. But he seldom gainsaid his fellows and followers about matters of that kind. Let them keep wrong ideas if they wanted, especially ideas which fed envy, suspicion, and hatred of the outsiders. For he was at last ready to open his full attack.

  A horn blew in the hills above Tarhanna. Echoes toned off crags and scarps. Louder brawled the Esali River, hastening through a canyon toward the plain. Not yet had drought, already setting in elsewhere, shrunken it to the trickle, among stones that scorched the feet of the thirsty, which Arnanak’s grandfather had remembered from cubhood. But the air hung still and hot, with a smoky smell out of lia and bushes where they withered.

  Alone, the True Sun drew near to the western ridges. Haze turned its shield a dull yellow, ash-dust off a woodland or a range that flame had grazed upon. Otherwise the sky was clear, a blue so hard that it might ring if struck. Deeper blue ran the shadows of wrinkles on slopes; down in clefts and dales they were purple.

  Again Arnanak winded his horn. The warriors left their shady spots and loped toward him. They would not don war-harness, those who had any, until just before the battle. Baldric, scabbard, pouch, quiver were the sole clothing of most. Their green pelts, green-and-gold-glinting red-brown manes, black faces and arms, stood vivid against the dun growth and strewn rocks around them. Spearheads gleamed high. Tails switched hindquarters in eagerness. When they crowded together beneath the low bluff on which he stood, their male odor was like a breath off damp iron.

  The pride in Arnanak did not keep him from making a rough count, now when he had them in a group. They numbered about two thousand. That was much fewer than he expected soon to need. However, it was a good response for the start of an undertaking as venturesome as this. And they had come from everywhere, too. His own contingent had had the longest journey to rendezvous, he supposed, from Ulu under the Worldwall. But by looks, bearing, gear, ornament, scraps of talk, he recognized others out of all South Valennen, mountaineers, woods runners, plains rangers, sea reapers of coasts and islands. If they proved able to seize the trade town, their kindred would flock after them.

  A third time he sounded the horn. Silence spread in its wake till the unseen water had the single voice. Arnanak let them see him, weigh him in their minds before he spoke.

  Since his people admired anyone who had strength to gain and wit to keep wealth, he wore an abundance of costly gauds. Studded with gemstones, a golden coronet rose spiky from the leaves of his mane. Gold coils wound along arms and legs. Rings glittered on all four fingers of either hand. A many-colored Sehalan blanket decked his back and hump. The longsword he raised in sign of command was damascened steel forged South-Over-Sea; but it had seen ample use.

  Behind him a phoenix tree rose umber and mighty till branches spread out to make a wide blue roof of foliage. Under that shelter a canebrake had lately sprouted, a curtain of tan stalks and rustly shadows. Arnanak had chosen the rendezvous well ahead of time, and taken care that he arrived first, partly in order to claim this spot for his own. He did not forbid it to others because he begrudged them its comfort; rather, he had made a point of staying out in the open, in unbroken sunlight, like the least fortunate newcomer. He needed it for the show he had planned.

  Gravely he trod to the bluff edge, met their eyes, filled his lungs and let roll forth:

  ‘You Tassui, hark. I, Arnanak, Overling of Ulu, speak; and you will understand.

  ‘My messengers who carried the war-daggers from household to household could tell of little more than a place to meet when the moons sail thus-and-thus among the stars. You knew that over the years I have made allies and oath-givers of many in the west, and no few elsewhere. You have heard how my wish is to drive the foreigners into the sea and beyond, unbarring our way to the south before Fire Time waxes its fiercest. You have guessed I may strike first at Tarhanna.

  ‘But this the legion also knows, has heard, and can guess. I would not risk spies or traitors telling our enemies more closely what we will do.

  ‘Therefore I am not wroth that most males hung back. Some fear me, some fear my failure; moreover, now is the season when every household must garner what it can, that it may feed itself through a hard year to come and worse years afterward. No, I find the best of omens in seeing this many of you here.

  ‘We move at sunset. I will tell you the plan.

  ‘A reason I had for choosing springtime is just that then the Tassui are toiling. The legion will not await more from us than a few raids – surely not an onslaught against the chief inland stronghold of the Gathering. I know how they think, those from South-Over-Sea. Through double agents I have helped them come to look for any large movement of ours only in summer, when we have something in our larders at home, and have full nights for cover and coolness as we travel.

  ‘Yet we have half a nig
ht here before the Red One rises – time to reach Tarhanna, given both moons up to help us fare speedily. I have myself made the trip, twice, and know. Besides, I know the garrison is small. The legion has withdrawn part of it to help fight buccaneering along the Ehur coast … buccaneering that I got started this past winter for that same purpose!’

  A murmur went through the array. Arnanak overrode:

  ‘Today your leaders and I have hammered out what to do. You have but to cleave to their standards. In two divisions, we will go at the north and south gates. Then when we have the soldiers well busied, a little band will scale the riverside wall – a tricky act, therefore a surprise, but not too tricky for my sailors, who have rehearsed it on a copy of the wall which I had built at Ulu. They will carve a bridgehead for others, who will fall on whichever gate looks more weakly defended, and get it open; and thus we take the town.

  ‘If there is hunger in your home, warrior, remember that you can go to islands in the Fiery Sea which are still fat and still too well held for us to overcome; and you can barter your share of the loot for food. Before all, remember that here we barely begin the overthrow of the Gathering. Your children shall dwell in lands the gods love.

  ‘Of this I give you a sign.’

  He had been pacing his words to the sun. When it slipped beneath the hills, dusk went like a wave across the world and the first stars leaped forth. From that same western rim lifted Kilivu, its jaggedness aglint as it tumbled. Frosty light shivered among suddenly uneasy darknesses. Somewhere a prowler howled; the noise of the river seemed to louden; though soil and boulders breathed forth heat, the air felt at once less heavy.

  Arnanak’s tail signaled the dauri. They slipped from the canebrake like seven other shadows, until their weirdness entered the moonglow. Beneath its petals, their leader bore in its arms the Thing.

  Fear whistled and bristled in the murky mass gathered under the bluff. Spearheads slanted forward, blades and axes flew free. Arnanak took the Thing. He held its gleams and blacks on high. ‘Hold fast!’ he shouted. ‘Stand firm! No curse is here. These beings are with me.’