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."Proceed.""I admit that I don't know for certain the ship had crashed," amended Limbeck,"but I guessed that it had, for it was lying broken and damaged among therocks.There was nowhere to go for shelter except inside the ship.A largehole had been torn in the skin, so I entered.""If what you say is true, you were fortunate that the Welves did not strikePage 44 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlyou down for your boldness!" cried the Head Clark."The Welves weren't in much position to strike anyone down," returned Limbeck."These immortal Welves-as you call them- were dead."Shouts of outrage, cries of horror and alarm, and a muffled cheer rang throughthe Factree.The Head Clark fell back into his seat, stricken.The Offensefanned him with her handkerchief and called for water.The High Froman satbolt upright in shock and managed to wedge himself firmly and inextricably inhis chair.Unable to rise to his feet to restore order, he could only wriggleand fume and wave the flashglamp, half-blinding the warders, who wereattempting to pull him free."Listen to me!" Limbeck shouted in the voice that had quelled multitudes.Noother speaker in WUPP, Jarre included, could be as compelling and charismaticas Limbeck when he was inspired.This speech was the reason he had allowedhimself to be arrested.This was, perhaps, his last chance to bring hismessage to his people.He would make the most of it.Jumping onto the iron drum, scattering his papers beneath his feet, Limbeckwaved his hands to attract the crowd's attention."These Welves from the realms above are not gods, as they would have usbelieve! They are not immortal, but are made of flesh and blood and bone likeourselves! I know, because I saw that flesh rotting away.I saw their corpsesin that twisted wreckage."And I saw their world! I saw your 'glorious heavens.' They had brought bookswith them, and I looked at some of them.And truly, it is heaven! They live ina world of wealth and magnificence.A world of beauty that we can only beginto imagine.A world of ease that is supported by our sweat and our labor! Andlet me tell you! They have no intention of ever 'taking us up to that world'as the clarks keep telling us they will, 'if we are worthy'! Why should they?They have us to use as willing slaves down here! We live in squalor, we servethe Kicksey-Winsey so that they can have the water they need to survive.Webattle the storm every day of our miserable lives! So that they can live inluxury off our tears!"And that is why I say," shouted Limbeck over the rising tumult, "that weshould learn all we can about the Kicksey-Winsey, take control of it, andforce these Welves, who are not gods at all, but mortals, just like us, togive us our proper due!"Chaos broke out.Gegs were yelling, screaming, shoving, and pushing.Appalledat the monster he'd unwittingly unleashed.The Froman-finally freed from his chair-stomped his feet and pounded thebutt-end of his flashglamp on the concrete with such ferocity that he yankedthe tail free of the statue and doused the light."Clear the court! Clear the court!"Coppers charged in, but it was some time before the excited Gegs could be madeto leave the Factree.Then they milled around in the corridors for a while,but fortunately for the High Froman, the whistle-toot signaled a scrift changeand the crowds dispersed-either going to perform their service for theKicksey-Winsey or returning home.The High Froman, the Head Clark, the Offensive Voice, Limbeck, and the twowarders with smeared face paint were left alone in the Factree."You are a dangerous young man," said the High Froman."These lies-""They're not lies! They're the truth! I swear-""These lies would, of course, never be believed by the people, but as we haveseen this day when you recite them, they lead to turmoil and unrest! You havedoomed yourself.Your fate is now in the hands of the Manger.Hold on to theprisoner and keep him quiet!" the High Froman ordered the warders, who latchedon to Limbeck firmly, if reluctantly, as though his touch might contaminatethem.The Head Clark had recovered sufficiently from his shock to appear smug andpious again, this expression mingling with righteous indignation and thePage 45 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlcertain conviction that sin was about to be punished, retribution exacted.The High Froman, walking somewhat unsteadily on feet to which the circulationwas only now returning, made his way with aching head over to the statue ofthe Manger.Led along by the warders, Limbeck followed.Despite the danger, hewas, as usual, deeply curious and far more interested in the statue of theManger itself than in whatever verdict it might hand down.The Head Clark andthe Voice crowded close to see.The High Froman, with many bowings andscrapings and mumbled prayers that were echoed reverently by the Head Clark,reached out, grasped the left hand of the Manger, and pulled on it.The eyeball that the Manger held in the right hand suddenly blinked and cameto life.A light shone, and moving pictures began to flit across the eyeball.The High Froman cast a triumphant glance at the Head Clark and the Voice.Limbeck was absolutely fascinated."The Manger speaks to us!" cried the Head Clark, falling to his knees."A magic lantern!" said Limbeck excitedly, peering into the eyeball."Only itisn't really magic, not like the magic of the Welves.It's mechanical magic! Ifound one on another part of the Kicksey-Winsey and I took it apart.Thosepictures that seem to move are frames revolving around a light so fast that itfools the eyes-""Silence, heretic!" thundered the High Froman."Sentence has been passed.TheMangers say that you shall be given into their hands.""I don't think they're saying any such thing, Yonor," protested Limbeck."Infact, I'm not certain what they're saying.I wonder why-""Why? Why! You will have a lot of time to ask yourself why as you are fallinginto the heart of the storm!" shouted Darral.Limbeck was watching the magic lantern that was repeating the same thing overand over and did not clearly hear what the High Froman had said."Heart of thestorm, Yonor?" The thick lenses magnified his eyes and gave him a buglikeappearance that the Froman found particularly disgusting."Yes, so the Mangers have sentenced you." The High Froman pulled the hand andthe eyeball blinked and went out."What? In that picture? No, they didn't, Yonor," Limbeck argued."I'm notcertain what it is, but if you'd only give me a chance to study-""Tomorrow morning," interrupted the High Froman, "you will be made to walk theSteps of Terrel Fen.May the Mangers have mercy on your soul!" Limping, onehand rubbing his numb backside and the other his pounding head, DarralLongshoreman turned on his heel and stalked out of the Factree.CHAPTER 12XOMBE, LOW REALM"VISITOR" SAID THE TURNKEY THROUGH THE IRON BARS."What?" Limbeck sat up on his cot."Visitor.Your sister.Come along."Keys jangled.The closer clicked and the door swung open.Limbeck,considerably startled and extremely confused, rose from the cot and followedthe turnkey to the visitors' vat.As far as he knew, Limbeck didn't have asister.Admittedly, he'd been gone from home a number of years, and he didn'tknow all that much about rearing children, but he had the vague impressionthat it took a considerable length of time for a child to be born, then be upwalking about, visiting brothers in jail.Limbeck was just performing the necessary calculations when he entered thevisitors' vat.A young woman flung herself at him with such force that shenearly knocked him down."My dear brother!" she cried, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissinghim with more attachment than is generally displayed between siblings [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."Proceed.""I admit that I don't know for certain the ship had crashed," amended Limbeck,"but I guessed that it had, for it was lying broken and damaged among therocks.There was nowhere to go for shelter except inside the ship.A largehole had been torn in the skin, so I entered.""If what you say is true, you were fortunate that the Welves did not strikePage 44 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlyou down for your boldness!" cried the Head Clark."The Welves weren't in much position to strike anyone down," returned Limbeck."These immortal Welves-as you call them- were dead."Shouts of outrage, cries of horror and alarm, and a muffled cheer rang throughthe Factree.The Head Clark fell back into his seat, stricken.The Offensefanned him with her handkerchief and called for water.The High Froman satbolt upright in shock and managed to wedge himself firmly and inextricably inhis chair.Unable to rise to his feet to restore order, he could only wriggleand fume and wave the flashglamp, half-blinding the warders, who wereattempting to pull him free."Listen to me!" Limbeck shouted in the voice that had quelled multitudes.Noother speaker in WUPP, Jarre included, could be as compelling and charismaticas Limbeck when he was inspired.This speech was the reason he had allowedhimself to be arrested.This was, perhaps, his last chance to bring hismessage to his people.He would make the most of it.Jumping onto the iron drum, scattering his papers beneath his feet, Limbeckwaved his hands to attract the crowd's attention."These Welves from the realms above are not gods, as they would have usbelieve! They are not immortal, but are made of flesh and blood and bone likeourselves! I know, because I saw that flesh rotting away.I saw their corpsesin that twisted wreckage."And I saw their world! I saw your 'glorious heavens.' They had brought bookswith them, and I looked at some of them.And truly, it is heaven! They live ina world of wealth and magnificence.A world of beauty that we can only beginto imagine.A world of ease that is supported by our sweat and our labor! Andlet me tell you! They have no intention of ever 'taking us up to that world'as the clarks keep telling us they will, 'if we are worthy'! Why should they?They have us to use as willing slaves down here! We live in squalor, we servethe Kicksey-Winsey so that they can have the water they need to survive.Webattle the storm every day of our miserable lives! So that they can live inluxury off our tears!"And that is why I say," shouted Limbeck over the rising tumult, "that weshould learn all we can about the Kicksey-Winsey, take control of it, andforce these Welves, who are not gods at all, but mortals, just like us, togive us our proper due!"Chaos broke out.Gegs were yelling, screaming, shoving, and pushing.Appalledat the monster he'd unwittingly unleashed.The Froman-finally freed from his chair-stomped his feet and pounded thebutt-end of his flashglamp on the concrete with such ferocity that he yankedthe tail free of the statue and doused the light."Clear the court! Clear the court!"Coppers charged in, but it was some time before the excited Gegs could be madeto leave the Factree.Then they milled around in the corridors for a while,but fortunately for the High Froman, the whistle-toot signaled a scrift changeand the crowds dispersed-either going to perform their service for theKicksey-Winsey or returning home.The High Froman, the Head Clark, the Offensive Voice, Limbeck, and the twowarders with smeared face paint were left alone in the Factree."You are a dangerous young man," said the High Froman."These lies-""They're not lies! They're the truth! I swear-""These lies would, of course, never be believed by the people, but as we haveseen this day when you recite them, they lead to turmoil and unrest! You havedoomed yourself.Your fate is now in the hands of the Manger.Hold on to theprisoner and keep him quiet!" the High Froman ordered the warders, who latchedon to Limbeck firmly, if reluctantly, as though his touch might contaminatethem.The Head Clark had recovered sufficiently from his shock to appear smug andpious again, this expression mingling with righteous indignation and thePage 45 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlcertain conviction that sin was about to be punished, retribution exacted.The High Froman, walking somewhat unsteadily on feet to which the circulationwas only now returning, made his way with aching head over to the statue ofthe Manger.Led along by the warders, Limbeck followed.Despite the danger, hewas, as usual, deeply curious and far more interested in the statue of theManger itself than in whatever verdict it might hand down.The Head Clark andthe Voice crowded close to see.The High Froman, with many bowings andscrapings and mumbled prayers that were echoed reverently by the Head Clark,reached out, grasped the left hand of the Manger, and pulled on it.The eyeball that the Manger held in the right hand suddenly blinked and cameto life.A light shone, and moving pictures began to flit across the eyeball.The High Froman cast a triumphant glance at the Head Clark and the Voice.Limbeck was absolutely fascinated."The Manger speaks to us!" cried the Head Clark, falling to his knees."A magic lantern!" said Limbeck excitedly, peering into the eyeball."Only itisn't really magic, not like the magic of the Welves.It's mechanical magic! Ifound one on another part of the Kicksey-Winsey and I took it apart.Thosepictures that seem to move are frames revolving around a light so fast that itfools the eyes-""Silence, heretic!" thundered the High Froman."Sentence has been passed.TheMangers say that you shall be given into their hands.""I don't think they're saying any such thing, Yonor," protested Limbeck."Infact, I'm not certain what they're saying.I wonder why-""Why? Why! You will have a lot of time to ask yourself why as you are fallinginto the heart of the storm!" shouted Darral.Limbeck was watching the magic lantern that was repeating the same thing overand over and did not clearly hear what the High Froman had said."Heart of thestorm, Yonor?" The thick lenses magnified his eyes and gave him a buglikeappearance that the Froman found particularly disgusting."Yes, so the Mangers have sentenced you." The High Froman pulled the hand andthe eyeball blinked and went out."What? In that picture? No, they didn't, Yonor," Limbeck argued."I'm notcertain what it is, but if you'd only give me a chance to study-""Tomorrow morning," interrupted the High Froman, "you will be made to walk theSteps of Terrel Fen.May the Mangers have mercy on your soul!" Limping, onehand rubbing his numb backside and the other his pounding head, DarralLongshoreman turned on his heel and stalked out of the Factree.CHAPTER 12XOMBE, LOW REALM"VISITOR" SAID THE TURNKEY THROUGH THE IRON BARS."What?" Limbeck sat up on his cot."Visitor.Your sister.Come along."Keys jangled.The closer clicked and the door swung open.Limbeck,considerably startled and extremely confused, rose from the cot and followedthe turnkey to the visitors' vat.As far as he knew, Limbeck didn't have asister.Admittedly, he'd been gone from home a number of years, and he didn'tknow all that much about rearing children, but he had the vague impressionthat it took a considerable length of time for a child to be born, then be upwalking about, visiting brothers in jail.Limbeck was just performing the necessary calculations when he entered thevisitors' vat.A young woman flung herself at him with such force that shenearly knocked him down."My dear brother!" she cried, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissinghim with more attachment than is generally displayed between siblings [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]