Aldiss, Brian W. – Helliconia Spring. Part two

Helliconia Spring. Part two

“Oh, yes, if you mounted a great expedition from Pannoval north—”

“No, no … other ways, more subtle. You will one day understand the complexities of Pannoval more fully. Or perhaps you won’t. For there are entirely other orders of the priesthood, warrior mystics, of which you do not know. Perhaps I had better say no more… .”

Yuli urged him on. The priest’s voice sank still lower, until it was almost lost under the splash of a water drip near at hand.

“Yes, warrior mystics, who forswear the pleasures of the flesh and in return gain mysterious powers …”

“That’s what Naab advocated, and was murdered for it.”

“Executed after trial. The superior orders prefer us, the administrative orders, to remain as we are… . But they … they communicate with the dead. If you were one of them, you could speak with your father after death.”

Into the dark, Yuli stammered his amazement.

“There are many human and divine capacities which can be trained, my son. I myself, when my father died, fell into a fast through sorrow, and after the passage of many days saw him clear, suspended in the earth which is Akha’s as if in another element, with his hands over his ears, as if he heard some sound he disliked. Death is not an end, but our extension in Akha—you recall the teaching, my son.”

“I’m still angry with my father. Perhaps I have difficulty because of that. He was weak at the end. I wish to be strong. Where are these—these warrior mystics of whom you speak, Father?”

“If you do not believe my words, as I sense, it is pointless my telling you anything further.” The voice held a nicely calculated shade of petulance.

“I’m sorry, Father. I’m a savage, just as you say… . You think the priesthood should reform itself, as Naab claimed, don’t you?”

“I take a middle way.” He sat leaning forward tensely for a while, blinking as if there was more to be said, and Yuli heard his dry eyelids flutter. “Many schisms divide the Holies, Yuli, as you will come to see if you take your orders. Things are less easy than they were when I was a boy. Sometimes it seems to me …”

The water drops went splash-splash-splash and someone coughed distantly.

“What, Father?”

“Oh … you have heretical thoughts enough, without my planting more. I can’t imagine why I talk to you. That’s the end of instruction for today, boy.”

Talking not to Sifans, who liked to proceed by equivocation, but to his fellows, Yuli gradually learnt something of the power structures that held the community of Pannoval together. The administration was in the hands of the priests, and they worked with the militia, one reinforcing the other. There was no final arbitrator, no great chief, like the chiefs in the tribes of the wilderness. Behind each order of the priesthood lay another. They faded off into the metaphysical darkness, in obscure hierarchies, none finally with the power to command all the others.

Some orders, went the rumour, lived in more distant caverns in the mountain chain. In the Holies, habits were lax. Priests might serve as soldiers and vice versa. Women came and went among them. Under all the prayer and learning was confusion. Akha was elsewhere. Somewhere—somewhere there was greater faith.

Somewhere along the receding chain of command, thought Yuli, must be Sifans’ order of warrior-mystics, who could commune with the dead and perform other amazing acts. The rumours, really no more to be listened to than the drip of water down a wall, whispered of an order elsewhere, set above the inhabitants of the Holies, who were referred to, when they were referred to at all, as the Keepers.

The Keepers, according to the whisper, were a sect to which admission was by election. They combined the dual role of soldiering and priesthood. What they kept was knowledge. They knew things unknown even in the Holies, and that knowledge gave them power. By keeping the past, they laid claim to the future.

“Who are these Keepers? Do we see them?” Yuli asked. The mystery excited him, and as soon as he heard of them he longed to be part of the mysterious sect.

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