‘You would do well not to speak of such things to the Emperor,’ replied the armless robot drily. ‘You may also have heard that the visitors are not robots?’
Wa-Ka-Mo-Do said nothing.
‘You are wise to remain silent. You learn quickly. So I will tell you that the rumours are true.’
Wa-Ka-Mo-Do paced on. The sound of birds singing from tiny barbed cages covered the increased hum of current in his electromuscles.
‘The visitors are animals,’ continued O. ‘Naturally, this does not worry the Emperor. The Emperor is wise and all powerful, and his rule of the continent of Yukawa is just and proper. Those who perpetuate the myth of the Book of Robots are hunted down and destroyed, because it is beyond doubt that robots evolved here on Penrose. There is no possibility that they were originally constructed by others, for whatever reason. Certainly, we could not have been constructed by animals such as those that are now visiting us.’
‘Indeed,’ agreed Wa-Ka-Mo-Do, his face devoid of expression.
‘Your silence speaks volumes, Wa-Ka-Mo-Do. There are many within the Emperor’s court who would feel it odd that one such as yourself, a half-caste from the far south, a near Tokvah, should be welcomed at court…’
‘Ekrano has long been a part of the Empire,’ answered Wa-Ka-Mo-Do. ‘The right to send eleven warriors to serve the Emperor is a long-cherished tradition.’
‘The Eleven have a duty to replace the Emperor if he fails the Empire,’ observed O drily. ‘They warriors of Ko have done so in the past.’
‘A responsibility that has long been remembered in tradition, though rarely in practice,’ said Wa-Ka-Mo-Do. ‘I hope, rather, that it is remembered here in the Silent City how well the Eleven have served the Emperor.’
‘Indeed. And today you will have the chance to prove yourself equal to your predecessors.’
‘I hope so.’
Wa-Ka-Mo-Do felt unnerved by the armless robot. It was known by all that the Emperor had no arms, this way others must serve him. But Wa-Ka-Mo-Do hadn’t realized that others within the Silent City also went armless. Oddly, even though he was trained in the arts of war, even though his arms and legs contained tempered blades, hard and sharp, it was he who felt at a disadvantage. But what could this robot do to harm him?
‘It pleases the Emperor to deal with the animals, Wa-Ka-Mo-Do,’ continued O. ‘He has established trading areas in designated parts of the Empire. Whilst, naturally, the animals do not have the same grasp of culture or society as the Empire, it amuses the Emperor to speak with them, to trade examples of their technology and thus to educate them in our ways.’
‘The Emperor is indeed generous.’
‘He is indeed. He has established an Embassy for the animals in the city of Sangrel. You are to travel there as his Special Commander.’
‘Commander of Sangrel? That is indeed an honour!’
‘A warrior may rejoice at such an honour, Wa-Ka-Mo-Do, for in Sangrel he may prove himself worthy of the Emperor’s trust in upholding the ways of the Empire. For the Emperor could not lose face by having his subjects attack the animals through a mistaken sense of grievance. A feeling that, perhaps, the interests of the Emperor’s subjects have been placed below those of the animals.
Now Wa-Ka-Mo-Do began to understand the nature of his mission. He needed to be diplomatic in his questioning.
‘I’m sure that it is inconceivable that the Emperor’s subjects would shame him so. But, my master, suppose that such a circumstance was to arise?’
‘Then I am sure that the Commander of Sangrel would make it plain that, in the long run, all favours granted to the animals would be repaid tenfold by them to the Empire.’
The armless robot smiled as he spoke these words.
‘Of course,’ said Wa-Ka-Mo-Do. ‘But suppose, for example, that some robots found themselves driven from land that they and their family had occupied for many generations. Suppose that they found themselves in the grip of an unreasonable desire for reparations and found themselves, unjustly of course, in conflict with the Emperor’s appointed officials. What course would the Commander of Sangrel be wise to adopt in such a case?’
O smiled.
‘You are wise in the manners of court, Wa-Ka-Mo-Do, despite your origin. You ask my advice, as is right in these circumstances. I would say that it would be appropriate, if not desirable, for the Commander to destroy all those robots, and their families, and their villages, as an expression of the sorrow of the Emperor, and his wish to demonstrate his authority.’
‘I understand,’ replied Wa-Ka-Mo-Do, and, true to his mother’s weave, his face betrayed no expression of the discomfort he felt at these words.
‘And let me say furthermore, Wa-Ka-Mo-Do,’ continued O, ‘that I’m sure the Emperor would wish the same attention to be paid to those who were to perpetuate the myth that our creators have returned to rule us. The idea is, of course, ridiculous.’
‘Of course.’
‘Now, silence. We are approaching the Emperor.’
The Emperor wore no metal panelling: his body was plated with sheets of nephrite jade, carved in exquisite shells that encased him in a creamy green that contrasted with the emerald of the sunlight glade in which he stood. Four members of the Imperial Guard stood to the north, south, east and west of him, their bodies thin and curved, built of katana metal. They looked like living blades, curved under tension, ready to spring out in one slicing movement.
None of them wore ears or eyes. At need, they would pull them from their bodies and push them into place.
‘Emperor, this is Wa-Ka-Mo-Do.’
Wa-Ka-Mo-Do was standing in the middle of the sunny glade just inches from his Emperor. He lowered his eyes and found himself gazing at the carvings on his jade feet, pale and exquisite.
The Emperor spoke.
‘Wa-Ka-Mo-Do, warrior of Ekrano. It pleases us to speak to you.’
‘Thank you, oh my Emperor.’
‘The High Spires are a long way from the Silent City, Wa-Ka-Mo-Do.’
‘Indeed,’ he replied, thinking on how O had told him not mention the world beyond the garden.
‘The land of the Sirens. Did you ever see those fortunate robots, Wa-Ka-Mo-Do?’
‘No man may see the Sirens and live, my Emperor.’
There was a long silence.
‘Do you mean to correct your Emperor? Are you suggesting that we were unaware of the nature of the Sirens?’
Wa-Ka-Mo-Do looked at the Emperor, and, in a sudden moment of clarity, saw how ridiculous his armless body was. The thought was treachery. Unconsciously he shifted to a fighting position. Surely the guards would know what he was thinking? Surely even now they would be attacking?
But nothing happened. The Emperor was waiting for an answer.
‘My Emperor, not for a moment would I think such a thing. The wisdom of the Emperor is recognized by all his subjects.’
‘Our wisdom is respected, you would say? Yet you come before me still standing?’
Wa-Ka-Mo-Do fell to his knees at this point. Nobody had mentioned this to him. He was under the impression that subjects remained standing in the presence of the Emperor, ready to serve him.
‘You kneel before us?’
Now Wa-Ka-Mo-Do fell forward, the grass all around his metal face.
He heard a thin keening above him. Gradually it occurred to him that the Emperor was laughing.
‘It would appear that ignorance is still the norm in Ekrano! No one kneels before the Emperor, Wa-Ka-Mo-Do. We are not barbarians in Yukawa!’
He climbed to his feet.
‘Wa-Ka-Mo-Do,’ said the Emperor. ‘You will have heard of the Book of Robots?’
Again Wa-Ka-Mo-Do remembered the words of the aide who had led him here. ‘No, my master.’
‘We think you are lying. It is well known that the heresy of the Book of Robots is woven deep into the metal
