Helliconia: Helliconia Spring, Helliconia Summer, Helliconia Winter (193 page)

‘That man is dead? It’s a mercy …’ She thought and then
said, ‘If you can trust me, Luterin, I could take you to my little hideout.’

‘I would only be a source of danger.’

‘That’s not what our relationship is based on. I’m still yours, Luterin, if you will have me.’ When he hesitated, she said pleadingly, ‘I need you, Luterin. You loved me once, I believe. What choices do you have here, surrounded by enemies?’

‘There’s always defiance,’ he said. He laughed.

They went down the narrow stairs together, taking care in the dark. At the bottom, Luterin looked into the rear room. To his surprise, the couch was empty and Insil had gone.

They bid good-bye to young Odim and made their way into the night.

In the gathering darkness, the Avernus passed overhead, making its swift transit of the sky. It was now a dead eye
.

At last the splendid machine had run down. Its surveillance system was only partly functional. Many other systems – but not the vital ones – were still operational. Air still circulated. Cleaning machines still crawled through walkways. Here and there, computers still exchanged information. Coffee machines still regularly brought coffee to the boil. Stabilisers kept the Earth Observation Station automatically on course. In the port departure lounge, a toilet regularly flushed itself, like a creature unable to suppress weeping fits
.

But no signals were returning to Earth
.

And Earth no longer had need of them, although there were many who regretted the termination of that unfolding story from another world. For Earth was moving beyond its compulsive stage, where civilisation was measured by the quantity of possessions, into a new phase of being where the magic of individual experience was to be shared, not stored; awarded, not hoarded. The human character became involuntarily more like that of Gaia herself: diffuse, ever changing, ever open to the adventures of the day
.

As they went through the dusk, leaving the village behind them, Toress Lahl tried to talk of superficial things. Snow fell, blowing in from the north.

Luterin did not reply. After a silence, she told him how she had borne him a son, now almost ten years old, and offered Luterin anecdotes about him.

‘I wonder if he will grow up to kill his father,’ was all Luterin said.

‘He is metamorphosed, as we are. A true son, Luterin. So he will survive and breed survivors, we hope.’

He trudged behind her, still with nothing to say. They passed a deserted hut and were heading for a belt of trees. He glanced back now and again.

She was following her own train of thought. ‘Still your hated Oligarchy is killing off all the phagors. If only they understood the real workings of the Fat Death, they would know that they are killing off their own kind too.’

‘They know well enough what they’re doing.’

‘No, Luterin. You generously gave me the key to JandolAnganol’s chapel, and I’ve lived there ever since. One evening, a knock came at the door and there was Insil Esikananzi.’

He looked interested. ‘How did Insil know you were there?’

‘It was an accident. She had run away from Asperamanka. They were then newly married. He had brutally sodomised her, and she was in pain and despair. She remembered the chapel as a refuge – your brother Favin had taken her there once, in happier days. I looked after her and we became close friends.’

‘Well … I’m glad she had a friend.’

‘I showed her the records left by JandolAnganol and the woman Muntras, with the explanations of how there was a tick which travelled from phagors to mankind carrying the plagues necessary to mankind’s survival in the extreme seasons. That knowledge Insil took back with her, to explain to the Keeper and the Master, but they would take no notice.’

He gave a curt laugh. ‘They took no notice because they already knew. They would not want Insil’s interference. They run the system, don’t they? They
knew
. My father knew. Do you imagine those old church papers were secret? Their knowledge became common knowledge.’

The ground sloped. They picked their way more carefully toward where the caspiarn forest began.

Toress Lahl said, ‘The Oligarch
knew
that killing off all phagors meant ultimately killing the humans – yet still he passed his orders? That’s incredible.’

‘I can’t defend what my father did – or Asperamanka. But the knowledge did not suit them. Simply that. They felt they had to act, despite their knowledge.’

He caught the scent of the caspiarns, inhaled the slight vinegary tang of their foliage. It came like the memory of another world. He drew it gratefully into his lungs. Toress Lahl had two yelk tethered in the shelter of the trees. She went forward and fondled their muzzles as he spoke.

‘My father did not know what would happen if Sibornal was rid of phagors for ever. He just believed that it was something necessary to do, whatever the consequences. We don’t know what will happen either, despite what it may say in some fusty old documents …’ More to himself, he said, ‘I think he felt some drastic break with the past was needed, no matter what the cost. An act of defiance, if you like. Perhaps he will one day be proved right. Nature will take care of us. Then they’ll make a saint of him, like your wicked saint JandolAnganol.

‘An act of defiance … that’s mankind’s nature. It’s no good just sitting back and smoking occhara. Otherwise we should never progress. The key to the future must lie with the future, not the past.’

The wind was getting up again; the snow came faster.

‘Beholder!’ she said. She put a hand up to her rough face. ‘You’ve grown hard. Are you going to come with me?’ she asked.

‘I need you,’ she said, when he did not answer.

He swung himself up into the saddle, relishing the familiarity of the act, and the response of the animal beneath him. He patted the yelk’s warm flank.

He was an exile in his own land. That would have to change. Asperamanka was done for. The obscene Ebstok Esikananzi would have to be brought to an accounting. He did not wish for what Esikananzi had; he wanted justice. His face was grim as he gazed down at the yelk’s mane.

‘Luterin, are you ready? Our son is waiting for us in the chapel.’

He stared across at the blur of her face and nodded. Snowflakes settled on his eyelids. As they nudged their mounts down among the trees, a wind cut through the forest; slicing down from the
slopes of Mount Shivenink. Snow cascaded across their shoulders from branches overhead. The ground sloped towards the hidden chapel. They wound by what had once been a waterfall and was now a pillar of ice.

At the last moment, Luterin turned in the saddle to catch a last glimpse of the village. The light of its fires was reflected on the low cloud cover blowing in.

Holding the reins more firmly, he urged the yelk faster down the slope and into the thickening murk. The woman called to him with anxiety in her voice, but Luterin felt exhilaration rising in his arteries.

He raised a fist above his head.

‘Abro Hakmo Astab!’ he shouted, hurling his voice into the distances of the forest.

The wind took the sound and smothered it in the weight of falling snow.

For the nature of the world as a whole is altered by age. Everything must pass through successive phases. Nothing remains for ever what it was. Everything is on the move. Everything is transformed by nature and forced into new paths. One thing, withered by time, decays and dwindles. Another emerges from ignominy, and waxes strong. So the nature of the world as a whole is altered by age. The Earth passes through successive phases, so that it can no longer bear what it could, and it can now what it could not before.

My dear Clive
,

There you have it. Seven years have passed since I began to consider these matters. This volume will achieve first publication in a year when we both reach a new decade, and when my age will be exactly double yours
.

As I walk in Hilary’s garden wondering what form of words to use, it occurs to me that the question to ask is, Why do individuals of the human race long for close community with each other, and yet remain so often apart? Could it be that the isolating factor is similar to that which makes us feel, as a species, apart from the rest of nature? Perhaps the Earth mother you meet in these pages has proved less than perfect. Like a real mother, she has had her troubles – on a cosmic scale
.

So the fault is not all ours, or hers. We must accept a lack of perfection in the scheme of things, accept the yellow-striped fly. Time, in which the whole drama is staged, is as J. T. Fraser puts it, ‘a hierarchy of unresolved conflicts’. We must accept that limitation with the equanimity of Lucretius, and be angry only at those things against which one can be effectively angry, like the madness of making and deploying nuclear weapons
.

Such matters are not generally the subject of literature. But I felt the necessity, as you see, to have a shot at incorporating them
.

Now at last I have done. The rambling edifice of Helliconia is before you, with my hopes that you will enjoy the results
.

Boars Hill

Oxford

PHAGOR

Cosmological

Star A (later known as Freyr) once had a companion star (Star C).

Eight million years before the narrated events, Star B (later known as Batalix) came within the gravitational field of Star A. In the orbital disturbances which followed, Star C escaped entirely, while Star B was captured. Henceforth, it formed the inferior partner of a binary system. The properties of the binary suns are as follows:

STAR A

Star A is between 10 and 11 million years old. It has evolved away from the main sequence and is already entering old age.

At the time of its capture of Star B, it was less luminous but hotter. So for the first million years or so after capture, the planets of Star B were subjected to far more UV radiation than at present. X-ray and UV radiation resulted in accelerated evolution of present species.

Star A evolved no planetary system. Orbiting stellar debris was drawn into it and consumed.

STAR B

Star B has four planets in orbit. They are, working from inner to outer, Copaise, Aganip, HELLICONIA, and Ipocrene.

In the period before Star B’s capture, a moon was in orbit about Helliconia which was lost during the disruption of capture.