“It is of that that I wish to speak. But first of all, I must hear your words, and know what is in your minds. Who is the eldest among you? Let him come forth and sit in the front, where I may speak with him.”
Then he relaxed while they argued in respectfully subdued voices. Finally one decrepit oldster, wearing a cloak of yellow ribbons and carrying a highly obscene and ineffably sacred wooden image, was brought forward and installed on the front-and-center cushion. He’d come from some village to the west that hadn’t gotten the word of the swarming; Gonzales’ men had snagged him while he was making crop-fertility magic.
Miles showed him the respect due his advanced age and obviously great magical powers, displaying, as he did, an understanding of the regalia.
“I have indeed lived long,” the old shoonoo replied. “I saw the Hot Time before; I was a child of so high.” He measured about two and a half feet off the floor; that would make him ninety-five or thereabouts. “I remember it.”
“Speak to us, then. Tell us of the Gone Ones, and of the Sky Fire, and of the Last Hot Time. Speak as though you alone knew these things, and as though you were teaching me.”
Delighted, the oldster whooshed a couple of times to clear his outlets and began:
“In the long-ago time, there was only the Great Spirit. The Great Spirit made the World, and he made the People. In that time, there were no more People in the World than would be in one village, now. The Gone Ones dwelt among them, and spoke to them as I speak to you. Then, as more People were born, and died and went to join the Gone Ones, the Gone Ones became many, and they went away and build a place for themselves, and built the Sky Fire around it, and in the Place of the Gone Ones, at the middle of the Sky Fire, it is cool. From their place in the Sky Fire, the Gone Ones send wisdom to the people in dreams.
“The Sky Fire passes across the sky, from east to west, as the Always-Same does, but it is farther away than the Always-Same, because sometimes the Always Same passes in front of it, but the Sky Fire never passes in front of the Always-Same. None of the grandfather-stories, not even the oldest, tell of a time when this happened.
“Sometimes the Sky Fire is big and bright; that is when the Gone Ones feast and dance. Sometimes it is smaller and dimmer; then the Gone Ones rest and sleep. Sometimes it is close, and there is a Hot Time; sometimes it goes far away, and then there is a Cool Time.
“Now, the Last Hot Time has come. The Sky Fire will come closer and closer, and it will pass the Always-Same, and then it will burn up the World. Then will be a new World, and the Gone Ones will return, and the People will be given new bodies. When this happens, the Sky Fire will go out, and the Gone Ones will live in the World again with the People; the Gone Ones will make great magic and teach wisdom as I teach to you, and will no longer have to send dreams. In that time the crops will grow without planting or tending or the work of women; in that time, the game will come into the villages to be killed in the gathering-places. There will be no more hunger and no more hard work, and no more of the People will die or be slain. And that time is now here,” he finished. “All the People know this.”
“Tell me, Grandfather; how is this known? There have been many Hot Times before. Why should this one be the Last Hot Time?”
“The Terrans have come, and brought oomphel into the World,” the old shoonoo said. “It is a sign.”
“It was not prophesied beforetime. None of the People had prophesies of the coming of the Terrans. I ask you, who were the father of children and the grandfather of children’s children when the Terrans came; was there any such prophesy?”
The old shoonoo was silent, turning his pornographic icon in his hands and looked at it.
“No,” he admitted, at length. “Before the Terrans came, there were no prophesies among the People of their coming. Afterward, of course, there were many such prophesies, but there were none before.”
“That is strange. When a happening is a sign of something to come, it is prophesied beforetime.” He left that seed of doubt alone to grow, and continued: “Now, Grandfather, speak to us about what the People believe concerning the Terrans.”
“The Terrans came to the World when my eldest daughter bore her first child,” the old shoonoo said. “They came in great round ships, such as come often now, but which had never before been seen. They said that they came from another world like the World of People, but so far away that even the Sky Fire could not be seen from it. They still say this, and many of the People believe it, but it is not real.
“At first, it was thought that the Terrans were great shoonoon who made powerful magic, but this is not real either. The Terrans have no magic and no wisdom of their own. All they have is the oomphel, and the oomphel works magic for them and teaches them their wisdom. Even in the schools which the Terrans have made for the People, it is the oomphel which teaches.” He went on to describe, not too incorrectly, the reading-screens and viewscreens and audiovisual equipment. “Nor do the Terrans make the oomphel, as they say. The oomphel makes more oomphel for them.”
“Then where did the Terrans get the first oomphel?”
“They stole it from the Gone Ones,” the old shoonoo replied. “The Gone Ones make it in their place in
