<h2>CHAPTER VIII</h2>
<p>The pale woman with the tiny eyes rose from over him. Her hair dropped
like white silk threads over her shoulders. "You are awake?" she asked.
"Do you understand me?"</p>
<p>"Am I at—at Hama's temple?" he asked, the remnants of the dream still
blowing in at the edges of his mind, like shredding cloth. "My friends,
where are they?"</p>
<p>The woman laughed. "Your friends are all right. You came out the worst."
Another laugh. "You ask if this is Hama's temple? But you can see, can
you not? You have eyes. Don't you recognize the color of the White
Goddess Argo?"</p>
<p>Geo looked around the room. It was white marble, and there was no direct
source of light. The walls simply glowed.</p>
<p>"My friends...." Geo said again.</p>
<p>"They are fine. We were able to completely restore their flesh to
health. They must have exposed their hands to the direct beam of the
radiation for only a few seconds. But the whole first half of your arm
had apparently lain in the deadly rays for some minutes. You were not as
lucky as they."</p>
<p>Another thought rushed Geo's mind now. "The jewels ..." he started to
say, but instead of sounding the words, he reached to his throat with
both hands. One fell on his naked chest. And there was something very
wrong with the other. He sat up in the bed quickly, and looked down. "My
arm," he said.</p>
<p>Swathed in white bandages, the limb ended some foot and a half short of
where it should have.</p>
<p>"My arm...?" he asked again, with a child's bewilderment. "What happened
to my arm?"</p>
<p>"I tried to tell you," the woman said, softly. "We had to amputate half
of your arm. If we had not, you would have died."</p>
<p>"My arm," Geo said again, and lay back in the bed.</p>
<p>"It is difficult," the woman said. "It is only a little consolation, I
know, but we are blind here. What burned your arm away, took our sight
from us when it was much stronger, generations ago. We learned how to
battle many of its effects, and had we not rescued you from the river,
all of you would have died. You are men who know the religion of Argo,
and adhere to it. This another of your party has told us. Be thankful
then that you have come under the wing of the Mother Goddess again, for
this is a hostile country." She paused. "Do you wish to talk?"</p>
<p>Geo shook his head.</p>
<p>"I hear the sheets rustle," the woman said, smiling, "which means you
either shook or nodded your head. I know from my study of the old
customs that one means 'yes' and the other 'no.' But you must have
patience with us who cannot see. We are not used to your people. Do you
wish to talk?" she repeated.</p>
<p>"Oh," said Geo. "No. No, I don't."</p>
<p>"Very well," the woman said. She rose, still smiling. "I will return
later." She walked to a wall in which a door slipped open, and then it
closed again, behind her.</p>
<p>He lay still on the bed for a long time. Then he turned over on his
stomach. Once he brought the stump under his chest and held the clean
bandages in his other hand. Very quickly he let go, and stretched the
limb sideways, as far as possible away from him. That didn't work
either, so he moved it back down to his side, and let it lay by him
under the white sheet.</p>
<p>After a long while, he got up, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked
around the room. It was completely bare, with neither windows nor
visible doors. He went to the spot through which she had exited, but
could find not seam or crack. His tunic, he saw, had been washed,
pressed, and laid on the foot of the bed. He slipped it over his head,
fumbling with only one arm. Getting the belt together started out to be
a problem, but he hooked the buckle around one finger and maneuvered the
strap through with the other. He adjusted his leather purse, now empty,
on his side. Then he saw that the sword was gone.</p>
<p>An unreal feeling, white like the walls of the room, was beginning to
fill him up like a pale mixture of milk and water. He walked around the
edge of the room once more, looking for some break.</p>
<p>There was a sound behind him and the tiny-eyed woman in her white robe
stood in a triangular doorway. "You're dressed," she smiled. "Good. Are
you too tired to come with me? You will eat and see your friends if you
feel well enough. Or, I can have the food brought."</p>
<p>"I'll come," Geo said.</p>
<p>She turned, and he followed her into a hall of the same luminous
substance. Her heels touched the back of her white robe with each step,
but she was silent. His own bare feet on the cool stones seemed louder
than those of the blind woman before him. Suddenly he was in a larger
room, with benches. It was a chapel, obviously of Argo because of the
altar at the far end, but its detail was strange. Everything was
arranged with the white simplicity that one would expect of a people to
whom visual adornment meant nothing. He sat down on a bench as the woman
said, "Wait here." She disappeared down another hall.</p>
<p>Suddenly the woman returned from the other hallway, followed by Snake.
Geo and the four-armed boy looked at each other, silently, as the woman
disappeared again. A wish, like a living thing, suddenly writhed into a
knot in Geo's stomach, that the boy would say something. He himself
could not.</p>
<p>Again she returned, this time with Urson. The big man stepped into the
chapel, saw Geo, and exclaimed, "Friend, what happened?" He came to him
quickly and placed his warm hands on Geo's shoulders. "What ..." he
began, and shook his head.</p>
<p>Geo grinned suddenly, and patted his stump with his good hand. "I guess
jelly-belly got something from me after all."</p>
<p>Urson held his own forearm next to Geo's and compared them. There was
paleness in both. "I guess none of us got out completely all right. I
woke up once while they were taking the scabs off. It was pretty bad,
and I went to sleep again fast."</p>
<p>Iimmi came in now. "Well, I was wondering ..." He stopped, and let out
a low whistle. "I guess it really got you, brother." His own arms looked
as though they had been dipped in bleach up to the mid forearms.</p>
<p>"How did this happen?" Urson asked.</p>
<p>"When we were back doing our tightrope act on those damn girders,"
explained Iimmi, "our bodies were in the shadow of the girders and the
rays only got to our arms. I've got something you'll be interested in
too, Geo."</p>
<p>"Just tell me where the hell we are," Urson said.</p>
<p>"We're in a monastery sacred to Argo," Iimmi told him. "It's across the
river from the City of New Hope, which is where we were."</p>
<p>"That name sounds familiar; in the ..." began Urson. Snake gave him a
quick glance, and he stopped, and then frowned.</p>
<p>"We knew of your presence in the City of New Hope," explained the blind
Priestess, "and we found you by the riverside after you swam across. You
managed to cling to life long enough for us to get you back to the
monastery and apply what art we could to sooth the burns from the deadly
fire."</p>
<p>Geo suddenly saw that there was no jewel around Iimmi's neck either. He
could almost feel the hands ripping it from his neck in the water. Iimmi
must have made the same discovery, because his pale hand raised to his
own chest.</p>
<p>The Priestess beckoned and started down another hall, and again they
followed. They arrived at an even larger room, this one set with white
marble benches and long white tables. "This is the main dining room of
the monastery," their guide explained. "One table has been set up for
you. You will not eat with the other priestesses, of course."</p>
<p>"Why not?" asked Iimmi.</p>
<p>Surprise flowed across the blind face. "You are men," she told them,
matter of factly. Then she led them to a table where wine, meat, and
bowls piled with strange fruit were placed. As they sat down, she
disappeared once more.</p>
<p>Geo reached for a knife. For a moment there was silence at the table as
the nub of the arm jutted over food. "I guess I just have to learn," he
said after the pause.</p>
<p>Halfway through the meal, Urson said, "What about the jewels? Did the
Priestess take them from you?"</p>
<p>"They came off in the water," said Iimmi.</p>
<p>Geo nodded corroboration.</p>
<p>"Well, now we really have a problem," said Urson. "Here we are, at a
temple of Argo's where we could return the jewels and maybe even get
back to the Priestess on the ship, and out of the silly mess, and the
jewels are gone."</p>
<p>"I guess that also means our river friends are working for Hama," said
Geo.</p>
<p>"Well," Iimmi said, "Hama's got his jewel then, and we're out of the
way. Perhaps he delivered us into Argo's hands as a reward for bringing
them this far?"</p>
<p>"Since we would have died anyway," said Geo, "I guess he was doing us a
favor."</p>
<p>"And you know what that means," Iimmi said, looking at Snake now.</p>
<p>"Huh?" asked Urson. Then he said, "Oh, let the boy speak for himself.
All right, Four Arms, are you or are you not a spy for Hama?"</p>
<p>A pained expression came over Snake's face, and he shook his head not in
denial but bewilderment. Suddenly he got up from the table, and ran from
the room. Urson looked at the others. "Now don't tell me I hurt his
feelings by asking."</p>
<p>"You didn't," said Iimmi, "but I may have. I keep on forgetting that he
can read minds."</p>
<p>"What do you mean?" Urson asked.</p>
<p>"Just when you asked him that, a lot of things came together in my mind
that would be pretty vicious for him if any of it were true."</p>
<p>"Huh?" asked Urson.</p>
<p>"I think I know what you mean," said Geo.</p>
<p>"I still—"</p>
<p>"It means that he is a spy," explained Iimmi, "and among other things,
he was probably lying about the radio back at the city. And that cost
Geo his arm."</p>
<p>"Why the—" began Urson, and then looked down the hall where Snake had
disappeared.</p>
<p>They didn't eat much more. When they got up, Urson felt sleepy and was
shown back to his room.</p>
<p>"May I show my friend what you showed me?" Iimmi asked the Priestess
when she returned. "He is also a student of rituals."</p>
<p>"Of course you may," smiled the Priestess.</p>
<p>A door opened and they entered another room similar to the one in which
Geo had awakened. As she was about to leave, Iimmi asked, "Wait. Can you
tell us how to leave the room ourselves?"</p>
<p>"Why would you want to leave?" she asked.</p>
<p>"For exercise," offered Geo, "and to observe the working of the
monastery. Believe us, we are true students of Argo's religion."</p>
<p>"Simply press the wall with your hand, level at your waist, and the door
will open. But you must not wander about the monastery. Rites which are
not for your eyes are being carried out. Not for your eyes," she
repeated. "Strange, this is a phrase that has never left our language.
Suddenly, confronted by people who can see, it makes me feel
somehow ..." she paused. "Well, that is how to leave the room."</p>
<p>She stepped out, and the door closed behind her.</p>
<p>"Here," said Iimmi, "this is what I wanted to show you." On his bed were
a pile of books, old, but legible. Geo flipped through a few pages.
Suddenly he looked up at Iimmi.</p>
<p>"Hey, what are they doing with <i>printed</i> books?"</p>
<p>"Question number one," said Iimmi. "Now, for question number two. Look
here." He reached over Geo's shoulder and hastened him to one page.</p>
<p>"Why it's the ..." began Geo.</p>
<p>"You're darn right it is," said Iimmi.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">HYMN TO THE GODDESS ARGO<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Forked in the eye of the bright ash</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>there the heart of Argo broke</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>and the hand of the goddess would dash</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>through the head of flame, and the smoke.</i><br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Burn the grain speck in the hand</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>and batter the stars with singing.</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Hail the height of a man,</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>and also the height of a woman.</i><br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>The eyes have imprisoned a vision,</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>the ash-tree dribbles with blood.</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Thrust from the gates of the prison,</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>smear the yew-tree with mud.</i><br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>"That must be the full version of the poem I found the missing stanza to
back in the library at Leptar."</p>
<p>"As I was saying," said Iimmi, "Question number two: what is the
relation between the rituals of Hama and the old rituals of Argo.
Apparently this particular branch of the religion of the Goddess
underwent no purge. And no one at Olcse Olwnh was supposed to know about
them."</p>
<p>"I wonder why?" Geo asked.</p>
<p>"That is question number three."</p>
<p>"How did you get a hold of them?"</p>
<p>"Well," said Iimmi, "I sort of suspected they might be here. So I just
asked for them. And I think I've got some answers to those questions."</p>
<p>"Fine. Go ahead."</p>
<p>"We'll start from three, go back to one, and then on to two. Nice and
orderly," said Iimmi. "Why wasn't anybody supposed to know about the
rituals? Simply because they were so similar to the rituals of Hama. You
remember some of the others we found in the abandoned temple? If you
don't, you can refresh your memory right here. The two sets of rituals
run almost parallel, except for a name changed here, a color switched
from black to white, a switch in the vegetative symbolism. I guess what
happened was that when Hama's forces invaded Leptar five hundred years
ago, it didn't take Leptar long to find out the similarity. From the
looks of the City of New Hope, I think it's safe to assume that at one
time or another, say five hundred years ago, Aptor's civilization was
far higher than Leptar's, and probably wouldn't have had too hard a time
beating her in an invasion. So when Leptar captured the first jewel,
and somehow did manage to repel Aptor, the priests of Leptar assumed
that the safest way to avoid infiltration by Hama and Aptor again would
be to make the rituals of the two as different as possible from the ones
of their enemy, Hama.</p>
<p>"The ghouls, the bats, they parallel the stories I've heard other
sailors tell too closely to be accidents. How many people do you think
have been shipwrecked on Aptor and gotten far enough into the place to
see what we've seen, and then gotten off again to tell about it?"</p>
<p>"I can think of two," said Geo.</p>
<p>"Huh?" said Iimmi.</p>
<p>"Snake and Jordde," answered Geo. "Remember that Argo said there had
been spies from Aptor before. And Jordde is definitely one, and I guess
so is Snake."</p>
<p>"True enough," said Iimmi. "I guess that fits into Rule Number One." He
got up from the bed. "Come on. Let's take a walk. I want to see some
sunlight." They went to the wall. Geo pressed it and a triangular panel
slipped back.</p>
<p>When they had rounded four or five turns of hallway, Geo said, "I hope
you can remember where we've been."</p>
<p>"I've got a more or less perfect memory for directions," Iimmi said.</p>
<p>Suddenly the passage opened onto steps, and they were looking out upon a
huge, unrelieved white chamber. Down a set of thirty marble steps
priestesses filed below them in rows, their heads fixed blindly forward.</p>
<p>At the far end was a raised dais with a mammoth statue of a kneeling
woman, sculptured of the same effulgent, agate material. "Where do these
women come from?" whispered Geo. "And where do they keep the men?"</p>
<p>Iimmi shrugged.</p>
<p>Suddenly, the figure of the blind Priestess was beside them.</p>
<p>"Excuse me, ma'am," Iimmi said, sensing her disapproval of their
presence, "we didn't mean to be disrespectful, but we are creatures who
are used to natural day and night. We are used to fresh air, green
things. This underground whiteness is oppressive to us and makes us
restless. Is there any way that you could show us a way into the open?"</p>
<p>"There is not," returned the blind Priestess quietly and motioned them
to follow her from the chamber. "Besides, night is coming on and you are
not creatures who relish darkness."</p>
<p>"The night air and the quiet of evening is refreshing to us," countered
Iimmi.</p>
<p>"What do you know of the night," answered the priestess with faint
cynicism in her low voice. Now they reached the chapel where the friends
had first met after their rescue.</p>
<p>"What can you tell us about the Dark God Hama?" Geo asked.</p>
<p>The blind Priestess shrugged, and sat down on one of the benches. "There
is little to say. Today he is a fiction, he does not exist. There is
only Argo, the One White Goddess."</p>
<p>"But we've heard—" Geo began.</p>
<p>"You were at his abandoned temple," said the Priestess. "You saw
yourselves. That is all that is left of Hama. Ghouls prey on the dust of
his dead saints. Perhaps, somewhere behind the burning mountain a few of
his disciples are left. But Hama is dead in Aptor. You have seen the
remains of his city, the City of New Hope. You have also been the first
ones to go in and return in nearly five hundred years."</p>
<p>"Is that how long the city has been in ruin?" asked Geo.</p>
<p>"It is."</p>
<p>"What can you tell us about the city?" Iimmi said.</p>
<p>The Priestess sighed again. "There was a time," she began, "generations
ago, when Hama was a high God in Aptor. He had many temples,
monasteries, and convents devoted to him. We had few. Except for these
religious sanctuaries, the land was barbaric, wild, uninhabitable for
the most part. There had once been cities in Aptor, but these had been
destroyed even earlier by the Great Fire. All that we had was a
fantastic record of an unbelievable time before the rain of flame of
tremendous power, vast science, and a towering, though degenerate,
civilization. These records were extensive, and entirely housed within
the monasteries. Outside the monasteries, there was only chaos, where
half the children were born dead, and the other half deformed. And with
the monstrous races that sprang up over the island now as a reminder to
us, we declared that the magic contained in these chronicles was evil,
and must never be released to the world again. But the priests of Hama,
decided to use the information in these chronicles, spread it to the
people, and declared they would not commit the same mistakes that had
brought the Great Fire. They opened the books, and the City of New Hope
grew on the far shore of the river. They made giant machines that flew
through the air. They constructed immense boats which could sink into
the sea and emerge hundreds of miles away in another harbor in another
land. They even harnessed for beneficial use the fire metal, uranium,
which had brought such terror to the world before and had brought down
the flames."</p>
<p>"But they made the same mistake as the people before the Great Fire
made?" suggested Iimmi.</p>
<p>"Not exactly," said the Priestess. "That is, they were not so stupid as
to misuse the fire metal which ravaged the world so harshly before.
History is cyclic, not repetitive. A new power was discovered that
dwarfed the significance of the fire metal. It could do all that the
fire metal could do, and more efficiently: destroy cities, or warm
chilly huts in winter; but, it could also work on men's minds. They say,
that before the Great Fire, men wandered the streets of the cities
terrified that flames would descend on them any moment and destroy them.
They panicked, bought flimsy useless contraptions to guard themselves
from the fire. Geo, Iimmi, have you any idea how terrifying it would be
to know that while walking the streets, at any moment, your mind might
be snatched from you, raped, violated, and left broken in your own
skull?</p>
<p>"Only three of these instruments were constructed. But the moment their
existence was made known by a few fantastic demonstrations, the City of
New Hope began the swerve down the arc of its own self-destruction. It
lasted for a year, and ended with the broken wreck you escaped from last
night. During that year invasions were launched on the backward nations
across the sea with whom months before there had been friendly trade.
Civil wars broke out and internal struggles caused the invasions to fall
back to the homeland. The instruments were hopelessly lost, but not
before the bird machines had even dropped bombs on the City of New Hope
itself. The house of the fire metal was broken open to release its death
once more. For a hundred years after the end, say our records, the city
flamed with light from the destroyed power house. During the first
hundred years more and more of our number were born blind because of the
sinking fire in the city. At last we moved underground, but it was too
late." She rose from her seat. "And so you see, Hama destroyed himself.
Today, loyal to Argo, are all the beasts of the air, of the land ... and
of the water."</p>
<p>"What about the—the three instruments?" Geo asked. "What happened to
them?"</p>
<p>The blind Priestess turned to him. "Your guess," she said, smiling, "is
as good as mine." She turned again and glided softly from the room.</p>
<p>When she left, Iimmi said, "Something is fishy."</p>
<p>"But what is it?" said Geo.</p>
<p>"Well, for one thing," said Iimmi, "we know there is a Hama. From the
dream I would say that it's just about the size and organization of this
place."</p>
<p>"Just how big is this place anyway?" Geo asked.</p>
<p>"Want to do some more exploring?"</p>
<p>"Sure," he answered. "Do you think she does know about Hama but was just
pretending?"</p>
<p>"Could be," said Iimmi. They started off down another corridor. "That
bit about going into men's minds with the jewels," Iimmi went on. "It
gives me the creeps."</p>
<p>"It's a creepy thing to watch," said Geo. "Argo used it on Snake the
first time we saw her. It just turns you into an automaton."</p>
<p>"Then it really is our jewels she was talking about."</p>
<p>Stairs cut a white tunnel into the wall before them, and they mounted
upward, coming finally to another corridor. They turned down it and for
the first time saw recognizable doors in the wall. "Hey," said Iimmi,
"maybe one of these goes outside."</p>
<p>"Fine," said Geo. "This place is beginning to get me." He pushed open a
door and stepped in. Except for the flowing white walls, it duplicated
in miniature the basement of the New Edison building. Twin dynamos
whirred and the walls were laced with pipes.</p>
<p>"Nothing in here," said Iimmi.</p>
<p>They tried a door across the hall now. In this one sat a white porcelain
table and floor to ceiling cases of glittering instruments. "I bet this
is the room your arm came off in," Iimmi said.</p>
<p>"Probably," replied Geo.</p>
<p>They came out and continued even farther. In the next room the glow was
dimmer, and there was dust on the walls. Iimmi ran his finger over it
and looked at the gray crescent left on the bleached flesh.</p>
<p>Two huge screens leaned out from the face of a metal machine. A few
dials and a glass meter hung beneath each two yard rounded-rectangle of
opaque glass. In front of each was a stand which held something like a
set of binoculars and what looked like a pair of ear muffs.</p>
<p>"I bet this place hasn't been used since before these girls went blind,"
said Geo.</p>
<p>"It looks it," Iimmi said. He stepped up to one of the screens, the one
with the fewer dials on it, and turned a switch.</p>
<p>"What did you do that for?" Geo asked.</p>
<p>"Why not?" said Iimmi. Suddenly a flickering of colored lights ran over
the screen, swellings of blue, green, shiny scarlets. They blinked.
"That's the first color I've seen since I've been here," Iimmi said. The
colors grayed, dimmed, congealed into forms, and in a moment they were
looking at a bare white room in which stood two barefoot young men. One
was a dark Negro with pale hands. The other had an unruly shock of black
hair and only one arm.</p>
<p>"Hey," gestured Iimmi, and the figure on the screen gestured too.
"That's us." He walked forward and the corresponding figure advanced on
the screen. He flicked a dial and the figures exploded into colors and
then focused again. "What's that?" asked Iimmi.</p>
<p>In a room stood three of the blind women. On one wall was a smaller
screen similar to the one in their own room. The women, of course, were
oblivious to the picture on it, but it was the picture on the screen
that had stopped Geo. It was a face. A man's face.</p>
<p>One of the women had on an ear muff apparatus and was talking into a
small metal rod which she carried with her as she paced.</p>
<p>"But the picture! Don't you recognize him?" demanded Geo.</p>
<p>"It's Jordde!" exclaimed Iimmi. "They must have gotten in contact with
our ship and are arranging to send us back."</p>
<p>"I wish I could hear what they're saying," said Geo.</p>
<p>Iimmi looked around and then picked up the metal ear muffs from the
stand in front of the screen. "That's what she seems to be listening
through," said Iimmi, referring to the Priestess in the picture. "Try
them. Go on." He helped Geo fit them over his ears. "Hear anything?"</p>
<p>Geo listened.</p>
<p>"Yes, of course," the Priestess was saying.</p>
<p>"She is set upon staying in the harbor for three more days, to wait out
the week," reported Jordde. "I am sure she will not remain any longer.
She is still bewildered by me, and the men have become uneasy and may
well mutiny if she stays longer."</p>
<p>"We will dispose of the prisoners this evening. There is no chance of
their returning," stated the Priestess.</p>
<p>"Detain them for three days, and I do not care what you do with them,"
said Jordde. "She does not have the jewels, she does not know my—our
power; she will be sure to leave at the end of the week."</p>
<p>"It's a pity we have no jewels for all our trouble," said the Priestess.
"But at least all three are back in Aptor, and potentially within our
grasp."</p>
<p>Jordde laughed. "And Hama never seems to be able to keep hold of them
for more then ten minutes before they slip from him again."</p>
<p>"Yours is not to judge either Hama or Argo," stated the Priestess. "You
are kept on by us only to do your job. Do it, report, and do not trouble
either us or yourself with opinions. They are not appreciated."</p>
<p>"Yes, mistress," returned Jordde.</p>
<p>"Then farewell until next report." She flipped a switch and the picture
on the little screen went gray.</p>
<p>Geo turned from the big screen now, and was just about to remove the
hearing apparatus when he heard the Priestess say, "Go, prepare the
prisoners for the sacrifice of the rising moon. They have seen enough."
The woman left the room, Geo finished removing the phones, and Iimmi
looked at him.</p>
<p>"What's the matter?"</p>
<p>Geo turned the switch that darkened the screen.</p>
<p>"When are they coming to get us?" Iimmi asked excitedly.</p>
<p>"Right now, probably," Geo said. Then, as best he could, he repeated the
conversation he had overheard to Iimmi, whose expression grew more and
more bewildered as Geo went on.</p>
<p>At the end the bewilderment suddenly flared into frayed indignation.
"Why?" demanded Iimmi. "Why should we be sacrificed? What is it we've
seen too much of, what is it we know? This is the second time it's come
close to getting me killed, and I wish to hell I knew what I was
supposed to know?"</p>
<p>"We've got to find Urson and get out of here," said Geo. "Hey, what's
wrong?"</p>
<p>The indignation had turned into something else. Now Iimmi stood with his
eyes shut tight and his face screwed up. Suddenly he relaxed. "I just
thought out a message as loud as I could for Snake to get up here and to
bring Urson if he's anywhere around."</p>
<p>"But Snake's a spy for ..."</p>
<p>"... for Hama," said Iimmi. "And you know something? I don't care." He
closed his eyes again. After a few moments, he opened them. "Well, if
he's coming, he's coming. Let's get going."</p>
<p>"But why...?" began Geo, following Iimmi out the door.</p>
<p>"Because I have a poet's feeling that some fancy mind reading may come
in handy."</p>
<p>They hurried down the hall, found the stairs, ducked down, and ran along
the lower hall. Rounding a second corner, they emerged into the little
chapel simultaneously with Urson and Snake.</p>
<p>"I guess I got through," said Iimmi. "Which way do we go?"</p>
<p>"Gentlemen, gentlemen," came a voice from behind them.</p>
<p>Snake took off down one of the passages, and they followed, Urson
looking particularly bewildered.</p>
<p>The Priestess glided behind them, calling softly, "Please, my friends,
come back. Return with me."</p>
<p>"Find out from her how the hell to get out of this place!" Iimmi bawled
up to Snake. The four-armed boy suddenly darted up a flight of stairs,
turned a corner, and darted up another. They came out on a hall and
followed Snake to the end.</p>
<p>All four of the boy's hands flew at the door handle, turning it
carefully, this way, and back.</p>
<p>Two, three seconds.</p>
<p>Geo glanced back and saw the Priestess mount the top of the stairs and
begin to come toward them. She seemed to float, her white robes flaring
out from her, brushing at the walls.</p>
<p>The door came open, they broke through leaves, and were momentarily
standing in a huge field of grass, surrounded by woods. The night was
fully lit by the moon.</p>
<p>As they ran through the silver-washed grass, Geo turned to look behind
him. The blind Priestess had slowed, her white face turned to the moon.
Her hands went to her throat, she unclasped her robe, and the first
layer fell away behind her. As she came on, the second layer began to
unfold, wet, deathly white, spreading, growing to her arms, articulating
itself along the white spines; then, with a horribly familiar shriek,
she leapt from the ground and soared upward, her white wings hammering
the air.</p>
<p>They fled.</p>
<p>And other dark forms were shadowing the moon. The priestesses across
the field joined her aloft in the moon-bleached sky. She overtook the
running figures, turned above them, and swooped. The moon lanced white
along bared fangs. The night breeze touched pale furry breasts, filled
the bellying wings. Only the tiny, darting, blind eyes were red, rubied
in a whirl of white.</p>
<p>They crashed into the protective bushes where the winged things could
not follow. Branches raked his face as he ran behind the sound the
others made. Once he thought he had lost them, but a second later he
bumped against Iimmi, who had stopped behind Snake and Urson, in the
darkness. Above the trees was a sound like beaten cloth, diminishing,
growing, but constant as once more they began to trod through the
tangled darkness.</p>
<p>"What the hell ..." Iimmi finally breathed softly, after a minute of
walking.</p>
<p>"You know it's beginning to make sense," Geo said, his hand on Iimmi's
shoulder. "Remember that man-wolf we met, and that blob in the city? The
only thing we've met on this place that can't change shape is the
ghouls. I think most animals on this island undergo some sort of
metamorphosis."</p>
<p>"What about those first flying things we met?" whispered Urson. "They
didn't change into anything."</p>
<p>"We have probably just been guests of the female of the species," said
Geo.</p>
<p>"You mean those others could have changed into men too if they wanted?"
Urson asked.</p>
<p>"If they wanted," answered Geo.</p>
<p>In front of them now appeared faint shiftings of silver light. Five
minutes later, they were crouching at the edge of the forest, looking
down over the rocks at the white shimmerings over the river.</p>
<p>"Into the water?" Geo asked.</p>
<p>Snake shook his head. <i>Wait</i> ... came the familiar sound in their heads.</p>
<p>Suddenly a hand raised from the water. Wet and green, it stood a foot or
so from the shore in the silver ripples. The chain and the leather thong
dangled down the wrist, and swaying there were two bright beads of
light.</p>
<p>Iimmi and Geo froze. Urson said, "The jewels...."</p>
<p>Suddenly, crouched low like an animal, the big man sprang onto the rocks
and ran toward the river's edge.</p>
<p>Three shadows, one white, two dark, converged above him, cutting the
moonlight away from him. If he saw them, he did not stop.</p>
<p>Iimmi and Geo stood up from their crouched positions.</p>
<p>Urson reached the shore, threw himself along the rock, and swiped at the
hand. Instantly he was covered by flailing wings. The membranous sails
splashed in the water. Two seconds later, Urson rolled from beneath the
layers of membrane that still struggled half on land and half in the
water. He started forward up the rocks. He slipped, regained his
footing, and then came on, nearly falling into Geo's and Iimmi's waiting
arms.</p>
<p>"The jewels," Urson breathed.</p>
<p>The struggle continued a minute longer on the water. Something was
holding them down, twisting at them. Then suddenly, the creatures
stilled, and like great leaves, the three forms drifted apart, caught
quietly in the current, and floated away from the rocks.</p>
<p>Then two more forms bobbed to the surface, faces down, rocking gently,
backs slicked wet and green, shiny under the moonlight.</p>
<p>"But those were the ones who—" Geo began. "Are they dead?" His face
suddenly hurt a little, with something like the pain of verging tears.</p>
<p>Snake nodded.</p>
<p>"Are you sure?" asked Iimmi. His voice came slowly.</p>
<p><i>Their ... thoughts ... have ... stopped</i>, Snake said.</p>
<p>Crouched down in front of them, Urson opened his great hands. The
globes blazed even in the dim light through the leaves, and the chain
and the wet thong hung over his palm to the ground. "I have them," he
said, "... the jewels!"</p>
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