It was only when she looked up and saw the Flux before her, then turned and saw the great wall and gate behind, that she understood exactly what was going on.
It took a moment more to realize that the leggings, rods, and even the ropes were now gone, although the collar and waistband remained, the latter hanging rather loosely on her hips. Her muscles ached, but not with the terrible pain of the firstwhat, days?out. They had just been used to their maximum, pressed to their limits, and were letting her know it.
All of these discomforts were minor compared to seeing the Fluxand from outside the gates. It was a terrifying sight, even more than it had been when she’d stood on top of that wall back there as a young schoolchild and stared at it.
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There was no difference, really, between the apron and the Anchor itself. The wall had been built well in from the Flux boundary for a number of reasons, some practical and some superstition. There was grass here, and well-worn paths, and it felt quite normal. Still, the Flux lay just beyond.
It rose upwards as far as the eye could see, blocking off the sky and everything else from view.
It looked like a great, infinite wall of opaque glass, a light reddish tan in color, and it shimmered something like an early morning fog in the fields. Inside there seemed to be tiny little flashes of energy, so small they would not even be noticed in isolation but so numerous that they could not be ignored.
The overall effect was of a smooth wall or container holding a mass of fog-shrouded, moving sequined material.
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There were a number of grumbles and groans as the group slowly awoke to the new day and the same realizations that Cassie had felt. They had very little time to socialize, though, for Matson, looking sharp in his black outfit, hat, boots, and with his shotgun, knife, and whip on his belt, strode over to them from a nearby tent.
“All righteverybody up on their feet!” he ordered. “We’re going to have a little orientation talk and then you’ll get food and drink but with no drugs to help you along. That part’s over. And don’t give me any trouble or any shit or I’ll skip food and water in your case for starters, and once we’re in the Flux you’ll wish you’d never been born.”
There was no problem now. They were too scared to do much more than obey. Scaredand curious.
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tion. I’m the law, the absolute authority and if I don’t like you I can do anything I want with you and I don’t even have to have much of a reason. If I wake up in a bad mood and decide that the first two of you I see will have their arms chopped off because I feel like it, that’s the way it’ll be. You remember that. And you remember, too, that anybody who gives me lip can have his or her tongue cut out with a gesture from me and I won’t even lose any sleep over it. Do you understand?”
There were a few mumbled assents. The rest had progressed in one short moment from being scared to being terrified.
Matson looked slightly peeved. “When I talk to you as a group I expect to be answered by the group. Now, let’s try that again. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” came an almost uniform response.
“When you talk to me you call me ‘sir’ always.
Now, what was that again?”
“Yes, SIR!” they responded.
“Louder! Sometimes it’s hard to hear in the Flux, so shout everything, you understand?”
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with the apron here. Those people that you see are Flux people. They usually live in the Flux, except when they have business here, although some of them are permanent residents of the aprons, dealing in goods and services for stringers like me. Just in case you never heard the term before, they are called duggers. Duggers are one kind of group that lives in the Flux. Forget that bullshit they sold you in school and churchthe Flux is full of life, and death, and is anything but empty.
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services, but is also people. You, to be exact, in this case.”
He paused to let that sink in.
“Now, you may wonder why the hell the Flux needs people. Part of the reason is that it’s a pretty hard, violent place compared to Anchors.
They have a very high death rate. The odds are that your own lives will be short, but don’t let that upset you too much. There are still a lot of folks out there who live to ripe old ages, and some who live so long they seem almost immortal. Children are bom in the Flux, too, but the infant mortality rate is very high, and the odds are against somebody growing to adulthood there. Again, that doesn’t mean everybody. I was born in the Flux, and I’ve lived more than twice as long as any of you.”
Again he paused, looking at their faces to see how they were taking it.
“Okay, then. Right now you’re imagining some wild, savage kind of Anchor or something. Well, forget it. In fact, if you want to stay alive, forget every single bit of science or logic that you were ever taught. All that applies only to Anchors-In fact, that is the real difference between Anchor and Flux.
“In Anchors, everything’s following a clearly defined set of natural laws. You drop a stone, it falls at a specific rate to the ground thanks to gravity.
That’s a good example. In the Flux, there are no natural laws-None. There are standard conditions
what we call ‘default conditions,’ but those exist only where not modified. You will not go floating into the air. You will be able to breathe it, and the temperature is rather warm although usually extremely dry. But these are all defaults, not fixed conditions. They are subject to change. You can take nothing for granted in the Flux. Nothing.
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the default, too. A big nothing. What looks like fog, though, isn’t fog at allit’s energy. The Flux does obey one natural lawenergy can neither be created nor destroyed, but it can be changed. When you put a match to oil in a lamp you let out the energy in the oil. When you were in the city, though, you saw electric lights and powered gadgets. That power came from turning some matter, some solid stuff, into energy-You can do that in the Flux, toobut there you can also do it backwards!”
That caught some of them off balance. Those who had been able to follow things so far tried to figure out his last comment and fit it in, the others just stood there trying to look like they understood it all.
“What that means,” he went on, “is that energy, what you see back there, can be changed into matter. Solid things. If you’re good enough, or smart enough, you can do almost anything there-Those who can totally control it are like gods. In fact, some of ‘em think they are gods and act like it, too. We call ‘em wizardsmaster magicians.
They really do have the power of gods in the Flux, and they run tilings. They’re the ones who created the Fluxlands, the independent places in the Flux, and they run them like gods as well. Watch out for them.
“As for the rest, there are those who have varying degrees of skill in manipulating the Flux. Some of ‘em are what we call false wizards. They, say, turn you into a bird. You think you’re a bird, and everybody else thinks you’re a bird, and when you jump into the air off the cliff you and everybody else thinks you’re flying. But you’re still you, and you can’t fly, so you crash and die. Watch out for the false wizards. In their own way they’re more dangerous than the real ones.”
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stand much of it, and probably the ones that did didn’t believe a word of it, but that was okay. This lecture would come in handy when they saw the reality of Fluxlands.
“Now, within the next day we’ll he going into the Flux itself,” he told them. “You’ll be on my strings, but relatively free and loose. It might be possible for somebody to escape.” He turned back towards his tent. “Jomo! Kolada! Front and center!”
From the direction of the tents came two creatures that probably were human once. One of them, Jomo, must have weighed a hundred and fifty kilos or more, but that was not what struck anyone who looked at him. His face was a mottled, misshapen mass with the standard features barely recognizable in it. His hands were massive, claw-Page 56
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like things that seemed useless for grasping much, and his shoeless feet were enormous caricatures of what feet should be-He looked, in fact, very much like Cassie’s vision of a troll from the old children’s stories. He wore only a skirt-like rag fastened by a crude belt-Kolada was even worse. It was hard to tell if the creature was male or female. It was tall and humanoid, but its entire body was covered by tremendously thick brown hair including the face, from which gaped an animallike mouth with two fangs rising up from the lower jaw and a pair of blood-red eyes that seemed to shine with an inhuman fury-Its arms were so long that they just about reached the ground, terminating in two huge paw-like hands.
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lives there will be dead quickly, for there’s no food and water you don’t make yourself in the void, nor any way at all to get your bearings to know where you are, where you’ve been, and where you’re going.
Only stringers and wizards know their position in the Flux, and we make certain that nobody else ever finds out how we do it. No dugger can do it, and they try all the time.
“Now, if you’re wondering what happened, both of them did run into others, but they ran into different sorts. Jomo has a little of the real Flux power, you see, but no control. We’ve all got our little fears and insanities in the back of our minds.
Well, see what Jomo’s do to him. He doesn’t always look like this. Sometimes he looks worse, occasionally better. Kolada, on the other hand, ran into somebody with real power in the Flux, somebody who was very, very dangerous. In a story far too long to go into here, that person changed a nice, normal Anchor woman into the creature you see here. And, because it was a wizard, she’s absolutely stuck like this unless somebody even more powerful changes her, for she has no Flux powers at all.
“Most of the people on the apron, the daggers, have similar stories. They’re all quite mad and they’ve all been changed in one way or another by wizards or their own minds. But they’re the rare lucky ones. They survived in the Flux, and, after a while, they signed on with stringers like me and have about as much security and stability as it’s possible to have in thereand some independence.
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In the Flux, most people more or less belong to other people, because whoever has the most power over the Flux can control everybody below them.
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duggers are like, you just escape. That’s it. Get some food over there at the big tent and come back here to eat.”
They went in orderly silence. The earlier lecture hadn’t had much effect, but the duggers had, and as they entered the apron camp and saw that Matson’s “employees” were among the least exotic variations around, the effect was greatly enhanced.
The whole place was a terrible, crawling creep show. Most had little appetite when they returned to their grassy spot.
The small group reformed for the first time since back in the gym, but they were a sober lot.
“Did you see that one that looked like a squirmy, squishy thing?” Nadya asked, shivering a bit.
“And how about the one with the wavy things coming out of its head?” Ivon added.
“I think I’ve seen more than I want to right now,” Cassie put in. “I don’t need to catalog it. It’s tough enough to eat now, and I was starving ten minutes ago.”
They nodded agreement, but most managed to get something down nonetheless. At least the food was palatablesome sort of warm meat and vegetable pies and a very sweet cake, with some sort of wine that was not at all sweet but a good thirstquencher, Ultimately, though, the conversation returned to their own fates, past and future. They talked about their long drugged march, and compared aches, pains, and bruises, as well as leg muscles which were pretty outstanding, even on the girls. Finally, it was Nadya who noticed. “Hey
what happened to the other group?”
They all looked around. Sure enough, there was no sign of the first group, the one that was to go with the other stringer. Jomo, who was looking to the mules grazing nearby, heard, turned, and in a gruff, barely human voice, said, “They go before you wake up with Missy Arden. They well into Flux now.”
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void between the Fluxlands. After a while they snapped out of it and attention turned to the future, although it was mixed with a little caution. Jomo had accomplished his main purpose of letting them know that they were being overheard.
“What do you think is going’ to happen to us?”
Dar asked at last. “I mean, once we goin there?”
Cassie sighed. “I don’t know, but it doesn’t sound very promising, does it?”
“Do you buy this magic business?” Ivon put in.
“Sounds like those crazy old stories to me.”
“I think he’s telling the truth. Some of it, anyway,”
Suzl opined. “If what he was saying was true about the Flux energies, then it’s very possible to have magic and a whole little set of mini-godhoods.
The only thing I can’t figure out is why some people have the power and others, probably most, do not. It seems to be something you’re born with, anyway, if the story of Jomo is right, not something you learn or get from your parents, although practice probably makes you better and better.”
Nadya looked worried. “They have made a lot of changes in us, you know, so I can see how that might be taken further. I wonder, though, if they can change your mind like they can change your looks?”
“They can do it with drugs and conditioning in Anchor,” Cassie pointed out, “so why not in Flux as well? What’s really odd, though, is that the changes seem to be so real, so permanent. I mean, if it was just in Flux, then these people would change back to their old selves here in Anchor, right? They didn’t. That means to me that we’ve got some real trouble in there. Anything they did to us in Anchor can be changed around in Flux, but anything done to you in Flux is permanent.”
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Nadya looked at the Flux. “A world of magicians, madmenand slaves. It’s horrible.”
Cassie thought of the Sister General, the machines, the Paring Rite, and Lani’s catalog of terrible drugs, and could only wonder just how different it was from Anchor Logh after all. In a way, it just might be a more direct, more honest and open version of the world from which they had come.
It took quite some time to form the stringer train, and it was an impressive affair. There were twenty mules, all loaded down with things in large packs, as well as two horse-drawn wagons driven by duggers. Between the mules and the wagons Matson placed his human cargo, four abreast in familiar pattern, and linked together with common thin rope of the sort used on farms for Page 59
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clotheslines. He had expertly reformed and sized them so that the shortest were in front and would thus set the pace. The lines were then tied off to the last pair of mules ahead of them. None of the lines were intended to keep anyone captive, it was pointed out to them, but merely to give some logical distribution to the train and set a logical pace.
It was also their lifeline, Matson added, for it was very, very easy to get lost in the Flux, and with a train this size, even with a dozen or more duggers managing it, it would not be possible to keep an eye on all parts of it at once.
All the duggers were mounted on horses except the impressive Jomo, who preferred being on foot, the better to get wherever he needed in the mule train. They noticed that Matson and all the duggers had small bugles or some similar instrument on their saddles or in their belts. These, it turned out, were the means of communication along the train, and each stringer had his own private codes so that none could easily trick him with false signals.
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Matson rode slowly all the way down it from front to back on one side, then back up to the front on the other, stopping occasionally, shouting orders to adjust or fix this or that, positioning and repositioning people and things. This went on for some time until he was completely satisfied and then rode quickly up to the front and stopped. He undipped his bugle from his saddle, raised it to his lips, and, turning back, blew a series of sharp notes of differing length and pitch, repeating the same pattern three times. The duggers on the wagons to the rear returned a slightly different signal twice, and they saw the hairy creature called Kolada suddenly ride forward and vanish into the Flux at full gallop. They waited then another minute or two, then Matson gave one last, long blast on his horn which was returned by all of the other duggers.
The train began to move forward, towards the Flux.
Dar and Ivon were both big men. so they were well back in the group, but Nadya, Cassie, and Suzl had maneuvered themselves to be near one another, being only slightly different in height, and Matson had allowed it. They began to walk towards that huge, shimmering wall.
“Here we go,” Cassie muttered under her breath.
First Matson vanished into the stuff, followed by Jomo and his mules. As the great Flux region came ever closer, they all felt themselves stiffen, felt an urge to break and run, but duggers on both sides kept shouting and growling curses at them and they slowed and staggered a bit but went on. The first rows went in and essentially vanished from view, then it was Cassie’s row and they were through before they even realized it.
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