certain I heard the boards creak when he shifted his weight. I was tempted to get up and look, but crippled as I am at present, he would've been gone before I could have put my head out of the window-and back again, no doubt, the moment I sat down.' Silk sighed. 'Fortunately she kept her voice quite low.'
'Isn't listening like that a major offense against the gods, Patera?'
'Yes. Not that he cares, I'm afraid. The worst part of the whole affair is that I know the man-or at least, I'm beginning to know him-and I've liked what I've seen of him. There's a great deal of good in him, I feel certain, though he tries so hard to conceal it.'
Oreb fluttered his sound wing. 'Good Crane!'
'I didn't mention his name,' Silk told Horn, 'nor did you hear any name.'
'No, Patera. Half the time I can't make out what that bird's saying.'
'Fine. Perhaps it would be even better if you had as much difficulty understanding me.'
Horn colored. 'I'm sorry, Patera. I didn't want to-It wasn't because-'
'I didn't mean that,' Silk explained hastily. 'Not at all. We haven't even begun to talk about that yet, though we will. We must. I merely meant that I shouldn't even have mentioned shriving that woman. I'm much too tired to keep a proper watch on my tongue. And now that Patera Pike has left us-well, I still have Maytera Marble to confide in. I'd go mad, I think, if it weren't for her.'
He leaned forward in the soft old chair, struggling to concentrate his surging thoughts. 'I was going to say that though he's a good man, or at least a man who might be good, he has no faith in the gods; yet I'm going to have to get him to admit he listened, so I can shrive him of the guilt. It's sure to be difficult, but I've been examining the matter from all sides, Horn, and I can see no way to evade my duty.'
'Yes, Patera.'
'I don't mean this evening. I've been entirely too busy this evening, and this afternoon, too. I saw . . . something I can't tell you about, unfortunately. But I've been thinking about this particular man and the problem he presents ever since I came in. Seeing that blue thing on the bird's wing reminded me.'
'I was wondering what that was, Patera.'
'A splint, I suppose you'd call it.' Silk glanced at the clock. 'Your mother and father will be frantic.'
Horn shook his head. 'The rest of the sprats'll tell them where I went, Patera. I told them before I left.'
'By Sphigx, I hope so.' Silk leaned forward and drew up his injured leg, pushed down his stocking, and unwound the chamois-like wrapping. 'Have you seen one of these, Horn?'
'A strip of leather, Patera?'
'It's much more than that.' Silk tossed it to him. 'I want you to do something for me, if you will. Kick it hard, so that it flies against the wall.'
Horn gawked.
'If you're afraid you'll break something, throw it down hard three or four times. Not here on the carpet, I think. Over there on the bare boards. Hard, mind.' Horn did as he was told, then returned the wrapping to Silk. 'It's getting hot.'
'Yes, I thought it would.' Silk rewound it about his aching ankle and smiled with satisfaction as it tightened. 'It isn't just a strip of leather, you see, although it may be that its exterior actually is leather. Inside there's a mechanism, something as thin as the gold labyrinth in a card. When that mechanism is agitated, it must take up energy. At rest, it excretes a part of it as heat. The remainder emerges as sound, or so I was told. It makes a noise we can't hear, I suppose because it's too soft or perhaps because it's pitched too high. Can you hear it now?'
Horn shook his head.
'Neither can I, yet I could hear sounds that Patera Pike could not-the squeaking of the hinges on the garden gate, for example, until I oiled them.'
Silk relaxed, soothed by the wrapping and the softness of his chair. 'These wonderful wrappings were made in the Short-Sun Whorl, I imagine, like glasses and Sacred Windows, and so many other things that we have but can't replace.'
'They had scientists there, Patera. That's what Maytera Rose says.'
Oreb croaked, 'Good Crane!'
Silk laughed. 'Did he teach you to say that while he was treating your wing, you silly bird? Very well, Doctor Crane's a scientist of sorts, I suppose; he knows medicine at least, which is more science than most of us know, and he let me borrow this, though I must return it in a few days.'
'A thing like that must be worth twenty or thirty cards, Patera.'
'More than that. Do you know Auk? A big man who comes to sacrifice on Scylsdays?'
'I think so, Patera.'
'Heavy jaw, wide shoulders, big ears. He wears a hanger and boots.'
'I don't know him to talk to, Patera, but I know who you mean.' Horn paused, his handsome young face serious. 'He's trouble, that's what everybody says, the kind who knocks down people who get in his way. He did that to Teasel's father.'
Silk had taken out his beads; he drew them through his fingers absently as he spoke. 'I'm sorry to hear it. I'll try to speak to him about it.'
'You'd better keep away from him, Patera.'
Silk shook his head. 'I can't, Horn. Not if I'm to do my duty. In fact, Auk's precisely the sort of person I must get .close to. I don't believe that even the Outsider- And it's too late for that in any case. I was going to tell you that I showed this wrapping to Auk, and he indicated that it was worth a great deal more. That isn't important, however. Have you ever wondered why so much knowledge was left behind in the Short-Sun Whorl?'
'I guess the ones that knew about those things didn't come to our whorl, Patera.'
'Clearly they did not. Or if they did, they can't have settled here in Viron. Yet they knew many things that would be very valuable to us, and certainly they would have had to come if Pas had instructed them to.'
'The Fliers know how to fly, Patera, and we don't. We saw one yesterday, remember? Just after the ball game. He was pretty low. That's what I'd like to know. How to fly like they do, like a bird.'
'No fly!' Oreb announced.
Silk studied the voided cross dangling from his beads for a moment, then let the beads fall into his lap. 'This evening I was introduced to an elderly man who has a really extraordinary artificial leg, Horn. He had to buy up five broken or worn-out legs to build it, but it's an artificial leg such as the first settlers had-a leg that might have been brought from the Short-Sun Whorl, When he showed it to me, I thought how marvelous it would be if we could only make things like that now for Maytera Rose and Maytera Marble, and for all the beggars who are blind or crippled. It would be marvelous to fly, too, of course. I've always wanted to do it myself, and it may be that they are the same secret. If we could build wonderful legs like that for the people who need them, perhaps we could build wonderful wings as well for everyone who wanted to have them.'
'That would be great, Patera.'
'It may come to pass. It may yet come to pass, Horn. If people in the Short-Sun Whorl could teach themselves to do such things . . .' Silk shook himself and yawned, then rose with the help of Blood's stick. 'Well, thank you for coming by. It's been a pleasure, but I'd better go up to bed.' 'I was supposed-Maytera said-'
'That's right.' Silk put away his beads. 'I'm supposed to punish you. Or lecture you, or something. What was it you did that made Maytera Rose so angry?'
Horn swallowed. 'I was just trying to talk like you do, Patera. Like in manteion. It wasn't even today, and I won't do it again.'
'Of course.' Silk settled back into his chair. 'But it was today, Horn. Or at least, today was one of several such days. I heard you before I opened the door. I sat down on the step for a minute to listen, in fact. You imitated me so well that for a while I actually thought that your voice was my own; it was like hearing myself. You're very good at it.'
'Good boy,' Oreb croaked. 'No hit.'
'I won't,' Silk told the bird, and it lurched through the air to his lap, then hopped from his lap to the arm of the chair, and from the arm to his shoulder.
'Maytera Rose hits us sometimes, Patera.'
'Yes, I know. It's very courageous other, but I'm not at all certain it's wise. Let's hear you again, Horn. Out on the step, I couldn't hear everything you said.'
