Nightmare

Dorna nodded, her dark curls bobbing. 'Gotta be. But the monastery also employs plenty of non-Silent, both here and in the field.'

'Do we have to wear brown like that?' Jeren said. 'It’s kind of dull, you know?'

'You can wear whatever you want, guy,' Dorna replied indifferently. 'Most of the Children and the students wear brown shirts or robes so everyone knows they’re Silent, right? But you don’t have to. You gotta to wear the medallion, though.'

'What are those for?' Kendi asked. 'I was wondering.'

Dorna went down a staircase backward like a tour guide facing her charges. 'The medallion says you’re under Irfan’s protection and a member of the order. Only the Children and their students are allowed to wear them.'

The walkways swayed under their steps. The movement didn’t bother Kendi, though Willa was looking a trifle green. He glanced ahead of them and caught his breath. Coming up behind Dorna, who still walked backward, was a creature the size of a small horse. Blond fur covered a stocky body and four legs that ended in heavily-clawed feet. A thick, sinuous neck rose from the shoulders between a pair of muscular arms that ended in four-fingered hands. The creature’s head was flat, with wide-set, bulgy eyes and a flat mouth filled with shovel-like teeth. There was a hole on the creature’s forehead just above the eyes. Its forelegs were thicker and sturdier than its shorter hind legs, which gave a downward slant to the creature’s back. Kendi stared in spite of himself, as did the others. Dorna noticed and turned to see what was going on.

'Father Ched-Hisak!' she said, and pressed her fingertips to her forehead in a gesture Kendi didn’t recognize. 'You’re up early today, yeah?'

The creature made a chattering noise by rattling its lower jaw against the upper. It also made hooting sounds through the hole in its forehead.

'I’m showing around a new group of students,' Dorna told him. 'They just arrived last night. This is Jeren, Willa, Kite, and Kendi.' Again she pressed fingertips to forehead, this time pointedly, until Kendi and the others got the hint and duplicated the gesture. Kendi couldn’t help but stare. For all his bulky build, Ched-Hisak moved with a languid grace he found compelling. Even Jeren seemed awed.

Father Ched-Hisak made more chattering and hooting noises. Kendi noticed he wore a gold medallion around his neck and a jade ring on one thick finger.

'He says he’s glad that Irfan guided your steps to this place,' Dorna translated, 'and he looks forward to seeing you in his classroom one day, right?'

'He’s going to teach us?' Willa blurted.

Dorna laughed and Ched-Hisak hooted. 'Sure. Lots of your teachers will be Ched-Balaar. They brought humans into the Dream when Irfan Qasad and her people arrived on Bellerophon-what? — nine hundred years ago, and they’re really good at teaching.'

'How will we communicate?' Kendi asked.

'You’ll learn their language, just like they learned ours,' Dorna said. 'Humans can’t make their speech sounds and they can’t make ours, but you can learn to understand.'

Ched-Hisak spoke again.

'Thanks, Father,' Dorna said. 'We’ll see you around, yeah?'

He trotted away, claws clicking on the hard wood. Kendi watched him go and with a start he realized Dorna had continued on her way again and he had to trot to catch up.

'— use a translator or something?' Jeren was asking.

Dorna shrugged. 'It’s partly because translators can fail and partly because we’ve always done it that way, right? You show your respect for the culture by learning their language yourself.'

'Wheredtheycomefrom?' Kite said.

'They call their home planet ‘the world,’ ' Dorna told him. 'You’ll learn more about them in history class, but the short version is that Irfan Qasad, the lady who started the Children, was the captain of a slower-than-light colony ship from Earth in the old days, back before slipships, right? When she and her people arrived at Bellerophon, they found the Ched-Balaar had already got here and claimed the place. Lucky for us humans, the Ched-Balaar were willing to share. No one knows exactly why because most of the records from that period were lost or destroyed. A lot of people think the Ched-Balaar suspected us humans could enter the Dream and they wanted to bring us into it, right? According to legend, they told Irfan that she had to participate in some kind of ceremony. You know-to cement relations between the species? During the ceremony, the Ched-Balaar gave her a drug that allowed her to go into the Dream. She was the first human Silent, but they didn’t call it that yet, yeah?'

'Why do they call us Silent?' Jeren asked.

'No one knows for sure,' Dorna said. 'Best guess is that it comes from the fact that human children who carry the genes for Silence don’t talk ‘til they’re older and don’t cry much as babies. Silent children, right?'

A roar thundered from below. Another roar answered it, and a second and a third. Jeren leaned over the ivy- covered railing, trying to peer down between the branches. Willa clapped her hands over her ears with a squeak. Kendi joined Jeren, but the branches beneath them were too thick to afford a view, to his disappointment.

'Whazzat?' Kite asked.

'Dinosaur.' Dorna also leaned over railing. 'A big lizard. That sounds like a pod of mickey spikes. Plant-eaters as big as a truck. Harmless unless you threaten their kids or are standing where they want to step. And they’re the smaller ones.'

'Is that why we’re up here?' Kendi said. 'Because they’re down there?'

'You got it. The colonists could probably have cleared ‘em out, but no one wanted to mess up Bellerophon like Earth got messed up. So they built up in the trees.' She made ook-ook noises. 'Like monkeys, right? Me, I like it up here.'

'And a good thing, since we’re up here to stay.' Everyone turned. Ara, wearing a brown robe of her own, was approaching on the walkway. 'Good morning, everyone. I see Dorna got you up and going.'

'Good morning, Mother.' Dorna pressed fingertips to forehead as she had for Father Ched-Hisak. 'You look tired.'

Kendi, who was saluting in imitation of Dorna, saw that Ara did indeed look tired. Her eyes were heavy and her face was haggard.

'Trouble sleeping,' she said. 'But that’s a minor matter.' She turned to the little group of ex-slaves. 'Did Dorna get you all fed?'

They nodded assent.

'Good.' Ara smiled. 'I’m a mom as well as a Mother, and I need to know you ate a good breakfast. Next, we’re going shopping.'

Jeren groaned. 'I knew it. Fucking disaster.'

'If you want to wear the same shirt every day, be my guest,' Ara said. 'Far be it from me to force civilization on you. But the rest of us like a little variety.'

In the end, Jeren agreed to come, and Kendi was sure his grumbling was mostly for show. Ara piled them into one of the gondolas, which glided swiftly along its heavy cable. Houses, decks, and walkways coasted by. The monastery was a busy place, and its byways bustled with humans and Ched-Balaar alike as the morning slipped by. A few other aliens also entered the mix. A human child scampered down a rope ladder that hung from a window and was followed by a second child. Peals of laughter faded in and out as the gondola passed.

'Does anyone ever go down to the ground?' Willa asked in her soft voice. She was sitting between Ara and Dorna refusing to look over the side. Kendi, Jeren, and Kite occupied the bench across from them. Ara, however, didn’t seem to hear Willa’s question. She was staring into the distance, a distracted expression on her face. She was obviously thinking about something, though Kendi had no idea what it might be.

'Mother?' Dorna said.

With a start, Ara came to herself. 'Sorry. I was wool-gathering. What was the question?'

Willa repeated it.

'People visit the ground lots of times,' Ara said. 'The spaceport is on the ground, of course, and we also have to pump water up from the lakes and underground reservoirs. We have farming areas, too, but we try to keep that to a minimum. You can turn out a surprisingly large amount of food with some creative genetic engineering and a good greenhouse.'

'Who runs everything?' Kendi asked.

'That’s a little complicated, actually,' Ara replied. 'There’s Treetown-don’t laugh at the name, thank you-and