sheritepper.necromancer nine-第40部分
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unnels to clatter their way toward the tower。 We went purposefully after it； looking neither right nor left； intent upon our pawnish； techish duties。
When we arrived at the tower； we began helping with the loading。 Mavin went up into that cargo space； then I。 We lifted body after body into it； stacking them； within moments ceasing to think of them as bodies at all。 They were only things。 When the tech outside put Windlow's feet into my hands for a moment I forgot what I was doing。 Mavin brought me to myself。
〃Here； pass him to me。 I have found a place to hide them。〃
So then I did double duty while she dragged Windlow away somewhere； then Himaggery； when he emerged from the general pile。
When the tech outside thrust up the last body to me where I stood inside the tower； he said； 〃Those who follow Quench； in the southeast portal； as soon as the ceremony starts 。。。〃 then turned away from me as though he had not spoken； waiting for no answer。 I had sense enough to step back out of the light。 When I turned； Mavin was there； nodding。
〃I heard him；〃 she said。 〃I told you； Peter。 Mutiny。 It will happen during the ceremony； when all the magicians are here。 Mark me； it will happen。 Now e see where I have put it。 The tower seemed small from outside； but from within it was a warren of twisting halls and tiny cubbies； many no bigger than closets； with mattressed shelves which were obviously beds。 So it was a ship。 A ship。 How could it be？ I turned to Mavin with the question on my lips。
〃Not a water…going ship； Peter。 Think！ Put together the pieces。 You spent long enough with Himaggery to have learned to do that。〃
She showed me where she had put them； in one of the little cubbies； half hidden behind a huge pipe which seemed to run the entire height of the place； from tip to base。 At that moment I wanted only to lie down beside the cold bodies and sleep； but she dragged me around the pipe and into it； where stairs wound up and up to some dizzying termination。
〃We need to find a place to watch from；〃 she said； dragging me along behind her。 So we went； up and up； ing at last to that open place we had seen from the tunnel mouth。 The spidery stairs were just outside。 Far below on the grass the magicians were assembling。
Now； how can I make you see what we saw； Mavin and I？ I must； for in what we saw was much of old Windlow's conjecture and Himaggery's purpose； much of my confusion and Mavin's effort。 It was in that ceremony we learned what we were； and why； and I； all unwitting of what was to e； was only sleepy； lonely； and a little afraid of what might happen at any time。 So let me step outside of that and tell you what you would have seen； had you been there。
On a grassy hill were rows of the young magicians； ordered inexplicably by one who stood before them； each holding a book before him。 Here and there upon the grass groups of the magicians stood about； chatting with one another。 The sun came down； lighting all with a kind of innocent glory。 The young magicians began to sing。 I had never heard music like that before。 It soared and pierced； made me want to laugh and cry。 Some of the voices were as high； almost； as women's voices； others a rumbling bass； muttering like drums。 I had thought these magicians wholly without honor or sense。 Now I had to revise my opinion。 Whatever they lacked； they did not lack art。 Perhaps it was this art that had kept them alive。 I looked down from my high perch to see Manacle at the foot of the ladder； the tears flowing down his face； a face lit from within with a kind of exaltation。
After the singing came a blare of trumpets。 This came from a machine somewhere。 The sound was inglorious pared to what had gone before。 Manacle came up the ladder； slowly； puffing a little as he climbed。 Below him the groups of magicians drew away to seat themselves。 I counted them while he climbed； perhaps a thousand。 Not many to rattle in a place of such size。 Of that thousand； there were only fifty or sixty young ones； and one or two were very young indeed； being carried by their fathers who pointed out each step of the ceremony。 Mavin and I took the shapes of the place around us； were invisible when Manacle stepped from the high ladder into the tower。 Once there he closed the door behind him； then waited for some signal from without。 It came in a second blare of trumpets； and a hideous； monstrous machine…like roaring which built into an unbearable level of sound before fading away。 I heard Manacle murmur； 〃The sound of the ship landing。 Now。 The ship has landed。〃 He thrust the door before him open and went out onto the ladder。
See it now； this tiny man upon this high place； all in gold…decked black； his fellows gathered below and staring upward； pale faces like saucers there； silence； and respect from every eye。 Hear him cry out in a voice changed and made dramatic； 〃Behold the planet。 I； Capan Barish； have brought signtists and Searchers from afar upon a sacred mission。 e forth！ e forth！〃
Then see the machines reach into the shiptower and remove the bodies of the young magicians who were playing the part； all covered with paint to appear gray and hard。 See the machines take blues from the ship； clatter and clamor across the grass to the great； garlanded resurrection contrivance； decked with flowers and fluttering with ribbons of silver and gold； all dancing in the light wind of morning。 See the young magicians laid upon the slab with the blues； from which they leap up； shouting； wiping the paint from their faces as Manacle es down from his high place； slow step by slow step； all in dignity and purpose to greet each one of them and drop a black gown over each clean…wiped head。 Then see them move away across the meadow while the machine goes on unloading； real bodies this time； and Manacle begins his slow climb up the spidery ladder once more。 As he climbed； the singing began again； and I found myself wishing he would not climb so fast if the singing might go on while he climbed forever。 Silly。 Yes； but it was what I thought and what you would have thought had you heard it。
Then was an unexpected interruption。 Manacle came through the entry and back into the ship to make inexplicable clicks and bangs； opening and shutting something。 In a short time he was back； leading by the hand one of the consecrated monsters。 No。 Leading by the hand a young woman。 She was naked to the waist； her high breasts tilted and goosefleshed in the chill； her empty face staring outward at nothing。 Manacle led her out upon the ladder； crying； 〃Behold； the monster！ Toward which all your Search shall be that Home be kept inviolate！〃 Then he took her down the stairs to a pit they had prepared for her somewhere below。 I did not see that； could not。 When he had led her out； I had remembered。 They were Didir's memories； burned into me outside that room of the defenders； as real to me as my own。 I remembered the landing； the huge sound of the engines； fires guttering blackly at the base of the ship； green hills in early light。 I had been half naked； just wakened by Captain； as he had promised； before any of the others。 He supported me with one arm； gesturing out at the world； 〃Behold； little monster。 A world for you； and for me； and for our children and our children's children。〃 And I； Didir； had said； 〃The researchers will not let us have this world；〃 and he had replied； 〃Some day。〃
It had been the sight of the girl's body and the gold…striped uniform which had stormed the old memory； the sound of a male voice； lustful； adoring； confident。 It was only a memory； but it collapsed me； and I came to myself with Mavin shaking me； saying； 〃Peter！ What ails you？ e to； boy。 Manacle is ing back up the ladder。〃 So； I drew myself together and we hid ourselves once more； fortuitously； as it happened。 Before Manacle arrived； someone else came up the hidden stair。 Quench。
Quench； scuttering into the place and hiding himself all in one swift motion as though he had practiced it twenty times before。 I heard Manacle arriving； heard the singing begin again； slow； ceremonial； mighty and premonitory。 Some great climactic thing was to happen now。 The music made that clear。
But all that happened was that Manacle shut the door behi
