She shrugged. “Tell you later, maybe. How are you doing?”
“I’m feeling a little off and my muscles ache, but I’m okay.” He turned to the woman. “This lady says she’ll see to our needs.”
“I am Gratia,” the woman introduced herself.
“Please accompany me and I will show you to your hotel and give you a brief orientation.”
They followed her out of Government House and down a central street filled with small shops and cafes, most with merchandise on racks outside or a few streetfront tables. A small hotel was two blocks down on the comer, and it was clearly a hotel and nothing else. Cass delighted at some of the displayed merchandise but couldn’t help comparing what she was seeing to Anchor Logh. There was, it seemed, no equivalent of Main Street, no bars or entertainment area of any kind. The people seemed normal enough, but there was not the gaiety or spontaneity that she expected of people in a city setting. A cautious remark on the lack of some expected services brought a response from their guide.
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“Our lives are lived according to the Divine Plan,”
Gratia told them. “Such things as you describe are the products of evil and are not needed nor permitted here.”
They were given vouchers of some sort, pieces of paper with numbers printed on them and another unnaturally lifelike head portrait of the goddess on them, and told that this was the money of Persellus. It was difficult to accept something as flimsy and destructible as paper as money, but this was not Anchor Logh.
They were left in a small hotel room with a map of the central city, the money stake, and recommendations for some of the better cafes and shops in the area. “You may as well relax and enjoy your stay here,” Gratia said. “It is unlikely that the stringer tram will be able to be here in under three days, and we have scheduled the trial for Page 107
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four days from now. If you have any questions about anything here or have any needs in the meantime, do not hesitate to come by my office in Government House and discuss these with me.”
And, with that, she left.
Dar eyed one of the two single beds in the room and shook his head. “You know how long it’s been since I’ve slept on a real bed? I wonder if I can do it?”
Cass laughed. “Well, if you want to be homesick for the stringer train, then you can always strip and lie on the floor.”
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any pumping or pre-heating, and they spent some time flushing and re-flushing the toilet and trying to figure out just how it worked.
“As for me, that’s the tiniest shower I’ve ever seen but I’m going to use it,” Cass decided, stripping off her makeshift uniform. “How about you?”
Dar nodded- “I think it’s strictly one at a time in there, though. I don’t think I’d fit with anybody else. I still wish it was a tub, though. My legs are killing me and I’d like to soak them.”
He undressed, and at least part of the reason for his distress was painfully evident. There was some blood on his legs, large and hairy as they were, and it disturbed him.
Cass still found it hard to get used to the sight of him like thata true god, huge and musclebound, looking and sounding like a man who lifted weights casually and bent steel to relax, except in that one area. And that, of course, was his problem. The big, strong he-man was going to have to have periods explained to him. It was rather clear now what the goddess meant when she said she would “perfect” what Rory Montagne had done to him.
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Afterward they ate at one of the recommended cafes and found the food quite good although rather plain and unvaried, except for a seeming national passion with fancy pastries. Obviously, the goddess loved fancy pastries.
After sundown, however, the whole city just plain died. There was no nightlife at all, and no real diversions. It was clear from their shopping expeditions that the people of Persellus lived for their jobs and families and did very little else recreationally.
Not that they weren’t an apparently happy lot, but they seemed content with everything as it was and doing what they were doing and had no real curiosity, ambition, or even much of a competitive spirit. When looking for her belt, a leather shop had directed her to another down the street, for example.
Reading matter seemed to consist mostly of book after book of the goddess’s musings, aphorisms, ramblings, and the like, most of which was tough going and made very little sense. There appeared to be little education beyond basic skilled trades and reading and writing for business reasons. They didn’t need doctors because when they got sick or injured they just prayed to the goddess and she healed them. They didn’t need scientists or engineers, because everything worked through the goddess’s magic, even the water and electricity.
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were minor, subtle differences in the look of the buildings and even the people.
“The best guess I can make,” Cass said when they were back in their hotel room, where the furniture and fixture designs seemed very slightly different, “is that since this land is entirely the product of the goddess’s imagination, she sometimes makes little changes now and then, like redecorating a room. Or maybe it’s just that, like us, she remembers things a little differently than they really were, and, unlike us, how she remembers them is how they become.”
“Still thinking of staying here and Finding a job?”
Dar asked her. They had not really discussed the future.
She shook her head. “Nope. I think when Matson gets here I’ll ask for some suggestions and, if I can afford it, travel along with him for a little while until I find a place I can really settle. You?”
“Oh, I’ll come along, I guess. I sure can’t see somebody like me fitting in around here, that’s for sure. Oh, maybe if I joined the army or something like that, I might make do, but I could never call this home or fit into their family pattern. I don’t think she had me staying around in mind.” He sighed. “I wonder if there is a place where I’d fit in?”
She shrugged. “I’m not sure. I’d like to know what a Soul Rider is, though. Nobody around here seems to know anything about it.”
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“Maybe Matson will. He’s been around and seen everything, and he’ll be in tomorrow.”
She nodded. “None too soon, either.” She thought a moment. “You sure about coming with Matson, though? I mean, there’ll be all those Lanis, and they sure aren’t the kind of people Persellus would want.”
“I’ve licked that, I think. Look, I’m part Lani and part me. If I can’t take people who look like her, then I may as well pack it in, right?”
She couldn’t argue with it, but she hoped it was true.
They saw Matson first when they were summoned for Rory Montagne’s trial. He looked clean and relaxed, although irritated that his cigars could not legally be brought into the Fluxland proper.
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greeted Matson warmly, and he reciprocated in his usually reserved stringer fashion, but when he asked how they liked Persellus and both silently spelled out “D-U-L-L” he had to chuckle. Finally Cass got around to business. “How much for a ride with your train?”
Matson grinned. “A week ago you’d have paid your arms and legs not to be anywhere near my train, now you’re offering money to get back in?”
“As passengers, not cargo,” she was quick to point out. “There’s a big difference.”
He thought a moment. “Well, Persellus money’s not much use to me, although I could credit it to an open account here in the name of Anchor Logh and get something more transportable in return.
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least a week’s travel, I’ll take you along’as duggers
without pay, of course. You’re both pretty good with animals and Jomo’s got more than his hands full with the nearly double-sized train, even though we’re going to pare it down a bit here. We’ll try and give you a few shooting and close fighting lessons, too. How’s that?” He paused a moment.
“But no hysterics over the human cargo, no going nuts seeing people who look like other people, things like that.”
“I’ll be good,” Dar responded, knowing who that was directed towards. “I’ve done some real thinking in the past few days, and I’m not the same person inside that I was.” >
That settled, Cass asked, “How come they’re going through all this formal trial business for that scum?
Why not just let the goddess deal with him and be done with it?”
“Well, now, that’s kind of hard to explain,”
Matson replied. “First of all, he’s a wizard. A real puny one, I admit, but a real one nevertheless.
There’s a sort of a fraternity that all real wizards belong to, mostly to protect them from each other.
They’ve got their own rules, and their conduct has to be judged by other wizards of equal or greater rank before they can be disciplined. It sounds stupid, I know, but every one of them does things all the time that might be considered criminal to others, so they insist on being judged by their own standards. Next time one of the judges might be in the dock, so he or she wants to make sure that they followed the rules when they were judges-See?”
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“I am First Minister Haldayne,” he told them. “I am, in effect, the prosecutor in this case.” He picked up one of the gooier pastries and ate it. “In a few moments we’ll be calling direct witnesses. Just tell everything exactly as it happened, adding or subtracting nothing, and don’t volunteer anything. Just answer what questions are asked, and let me be your guardian against defense questions. Above all, don’t get emotional if you can help it, making moral judgments on the defendant or calling him names. The standards here are a bit different than in a normal court of law.” They all nodded, and he left, then returned a few moments later. “Mr.
Matson, if you please.”
Matson went in and the door closed, and both Cass and Dar regretted not being able to see or hear anything. They were used to open, public courtrooms.
Matson’s testimony apparently didn’t last long, and Cass was called next. Haldayne offered his left hand to her to help her up from her overstuffed chair, and as she stood she noticed on his right hand a small but distinctive gold ring. Suddenly she remembered that he’d eaten the pastry with his left hand as well.
She had little time to reflect on it, though, as she was ushered into what appeared to be a traditional courtroom, although with a board of three women and two men acting as judges, and no jury.
Haldayne examined her on the facts, and she told her story, almost absently, trying not to be fixated on the man himself but unable to totally betray her preoccupation. The more he talked, the more he moved, the more she was sure.
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thought nervously, he had every reason to be unconcerned.
The defense put only a few clarifying questions to her, then she was dismissed, and Haldayne led her back to the jury room and called Dar. When the door closed again, she turned to Matson and whispered, “That man Haldaynehe’s the goatheaded boss! I’m sure of it!”
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Matson frowned. “Haldayne? But he’s the bigwig around here, the most powerful wizard in the land, second only to the goddess herself.”
None the less, she outlined her reasons and her instincts, and he did not dismiss them. “It both fits and it smells,” he told her- “The trouble is, we’ll need a lot more proof than you can give for it, and I’m not sure how to get it. Do you think he knows you suspect him?”
“He could hardly ignore it. I wasn’t being very subtle, I’m afraid.”
“Hmmm.. .. Well, even if he is our man, he’s unassailable as he is, but if he’s as good and as careful as he has to be he won’t want to leave any loose ends.”
She looked at him nervously. “You mean he might try and come after me?”
Matson nodded. “I think you better buy what you need this afternoon and get down to my train.
Just follow the road the way you came in. I’ll try and clear my business this afternoon and get back there. If he’s really one of the Seven in this kind of control this close to a Hell Gate somebody will have to be notified. Damn! I wasn’t headed that way, but after GlobbusJ think we’ll have to take a detour to Pericles. Well, maybe it won’t be a total loss. Pericles always likes fresh young women,”
She looked up at him sharply. “Watch it!”
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try anything at any time,, and if he is our man and if he’s also what he claims to be, he’s one of the most powerful wizards on all World. He’d have to be just to reach First Minister in Persellus.” He thought it over. “Still, if I were him, I wouldn’t touch you at all. It’d give him away, where all we have now are strong and unsupported suspicions.”
She suddenly remembered the goddess’s comments on her. “Matson? What exactly is’a Soul Rider?”
The question took him by surprise. “Huh? Where’d you hear about them?”
“The goddess said I had one inside me.”
His mouth dropped and a light seemed to dawn in his head. “So that explains it! I was wondering if I was too long in this job or what. Uh huh. A Soul Rider. Well I’ll be.. ..”
“You do know, then!”
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parasites of some kind and they hate the Seven so much they get their hosts in a whole lot of trouble.
One picked you, probably back in the Anchor, and most of what happened after that was at least partly its doing.”
She grew nervous. “Parasite. Will ithurt me?”
He chuckled. “Well, depends on how you look at it. Supposedly they pick people, ordinary people, and get inside them, and all of a sudden those people get into a whole lot of trouble. Things happen to them that wouldn’t happen to most folks in a lifetime. Now I know you’re on to something here with this Haldayne fellow.”
She felt very uncomfortable. “Then, it might have been this Soul Rider that caused me to find the Sister General fixing the lottery in the first place? And the reason Dar took me and only me when he ran?”
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also responsible for somehow getting me to put my string on you so we could follow your trail and find the pocket. And I don’t think it was coincidence that Montagne was stopped just before he changed you into one of hiscreatures, or, maybe, that Dar had an attack of conscience and freed you. In fact, the odds of us finding you first were pretty slim, but we did. And now you’ve drawn the attention of somebody who at least thinks he’s one of the Seven.”
She thought it over. “I’m not sure I like being a puppet of athing.” She shivered slightly.
“Well, they’re not human, whatever they are, but they’re on our side. You can’t expect them to act like people would, but they’re not all bad. In a pinch, they’re supposedly stronger than the strongest wizard, which is why, I think, the goddess won’t shed any tears when you leave.”
“Still, this makes what happened to Dar even less excusable. I mean, if this thing caused him to do what he did… .”
“Nope. You miss the point there. He did that himself. Taking you along might have been the Soul Rider’s idea, but not him running out or anything else he did. In fact, he was completely on their side until it was either kill you or let you escape, in which case he had to go, too, or his neck would have been chopped. You see, it’s the goddess’s opinion that he only saved you because he was forced by your protector to do so.”
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“Thank you for your help,” Haldayne told them, sounding sincere. “The judgment will be rendered some time this afternoon or evening. I think he’s far too insane for any appropriate punishment, but we’ll see. You may all go now.”
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They got up and left quickly, Matson following them down to the street. “Remembermove quickly,”
he cautioned Cass. “If he’s as good as I think he is, you can’t even depend on the goddess for help in a pinch.”
“I’ll remember,” she assured him. Dar looked bewildered, and she added, to him, “I’ll explain later-Let’s get back to the hotelwe’re getting out of here as quickly as possible.”
By the time they’d packed their meager belongings, bargained for horses, saddles, and riding gear, picked up what supplies they thought they would need, and checked out with Government House, it was close to dark. Matson had been right on one thing, thougheverybody concerned seemed unnaturally glad to see both of them leave.
Although he had taken her word for the urgency and gone along, it wasn’t until they were on the road out of Persellus that she felt safe enough to explain to Dar what was going on. He thought about his own brief contact with the goat-man, and admitted there were some similarities, although he was by no means as certain as she about it.