A Circus of Hells by Poul Anderson. Part four

sat carefully cleaning and greasing bronze utensils, knifes, bowls, an

ax, a saw. His female directed her young in tidying the single room

while she spread the daises with new straw mats.

Flandry greeted the family. “Is this to be left?” he asked. It seemed

like quite a bit for these impoverished savages.

“In lightness, what else?” the male replied. He didn’t stop his work,

nor appear to notice that Flandry was not a Merseian. In his eyes, the

differences were probably negligible. “The metal is of the Ruadrath, as

is the house. For use we give payment, that they may be well pleased

with us when they come out of the sea.” He did pause then, to make a

sign that might be avertive or might be reverent–or both or neither,

but surely reflected the universal sense of a mortal creature

confronting the unknown. “Such is the law, by which our forebears lived

while others died. Thch ra’a.”

Ruadrath: elves, gods, winter ghosts.

XIV

More and more, as the weeks of Flandry’s absence passed, her existence

took on for Djana an unreality. Or was it that she began slowly to enter

a higher truth, which muted the winds outside and made the walls around

her shadowy?

Not that she thought about it in that way, save perhaps when the

magician wove her into a spell. Otherwise she lived in everydayness. She

woke in the chamber that the man had shared with her. She exercised and

groomed herself out of habit, because her living had hitherto depended

on her body. At mess she stood respectfully aside while the Merseians

went through brief rituals religious, familial, and patriotic–oddly

impressive and stirring, those big forms and deep voices, drawn steel

and talking drums–and afterward joined in coarse bread, raw vegetables,

gwydh-msk cheese, and the Terran-descended tea which they raised

throughout the Roidhunate. There followed study, talk, sometimes a

special interview, sometimes recreation for a while; a simple lunch; a

nap in deference to her human circadian rhythm; more study, until

evening’s meat and ale. (Since Merseia rotated at about half the rate of

Talwin, a night had already gone over the land.) Later she might have

further conversation, or attend a concert or recorded show or amateur

performance of something traditional; or she might retire alone with a

tape. In any event, she was early abed.

Talk, like perusal of a textreel or watching of a projection, was via

the linguistic computer. It had plenty of spare channels, and could

throw out a visual translation as easily as a sonic one. However, she

was methodically being given a working knowledge of Eriau, along with an

introduction to Merseian history and culture.

She cooperated willingly. Final disposition of her case lay with

superiors who had not yet been heard from. At worst, though, she wasn’t

likely to suffer harm–given a prince of the blood on her side–and at

best … well, who dared predict? Anyway, her education gave her

something to do. And as it advanced, it started interesting, at last

entrancing her.

Merseia, rival, aggressor, troublemaker, menace lairing out beyond

Betelgeuse; she’d accepted the slogans like everybody else, never

stopping to think about them. Oh, yes, the Merseians were terrible, but

they lived far off and the Navy was supposed to keep them there while

the diplomatic corps maintained an uneasy peace, and she had troubles of

her own.

Here she dwelt among beings who treated her with gruff kindness. Once

you got to know them, she thought, they were … they had homes and kin

the same as people, that they missed the same as people; they had arts,

melodies, sports, games, jokes, minor vices, though of course you had to

learn their conventions, their whole style of thinking, before you could

appreciate it … They didn’t want war with Terra, they only saw the

Empire as a bloated sick monstrosity which had long outlived its

usefulness but with senile cunning contrived to hinder and threaten them

… No, they did not dream of conquering the galaxy, that was absurd on

the face of it, they simply wanted freedom to range and rule without

bound, and “rule” did not mean tyranny over others, it meant just that

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