The Call of Earth: 2 (Homecoming) (35 page)

But this journey in the wilderness—we aren’t prepared for it, and can’t very well
get
prepared here in this house. What are you doing about
that,
in all your scheming? Aren’t you perhaps a little over your head in all that’s going on? Have you really planned ahead? Expeditions
like this take a little planning. Wetchik and his boys could go out into the desert on a moment’s notice because they had all the equipment they needed and they had some experience with camels and tents. I hope you don’t expect me or my girls to be able to do that!

Then, a little bit ashamed of herself for having told the Oversoul off so roundly, Rasa uttered a much more humble prayer. Let me sleep, she prayed, dipping her fingers into the prayer basin beside the bed. Let me have rest tonight, and if it wouldn’t be too much bother, show me some vision of what it is you plan for us. Then she kissed the prayer water off her fingers.

As she did so, more words passed through her mind, like a flippant addendum to her prayer. While you’re telling me your plans, dear Oversoul, don’t be afraid to ask for some advice. I’ve had some experience in this city and I love and understand these people more than you do, and you haven’t been doing all that well up to now, or so it seems to me.

Oh, forgive me! she cried silently, abashed.

And then: Oh, forget it. And she rolled over and went to sleep, letting her fingers dry in the faint drafts coming in at the windows of her chamber.

She slept at last; she dreamed.

In her dream she sat in a boat on the lake of women, and opposite her—at the helm—sat the Oversoul. Not that Rasa had ever seen the Oversoul before, but after all, this was a dream, and so she recognized her at once. The Oversoul looked rather like Wetchik’s mother had looked—a stern woman, but not unkind.

“Keeping rowing,” said the Oversoul.

Rasa looked down and saw that she was at the oars. “But I don’t have the strength for this.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“I’d rather not be,” said Rasa. “I’d rather be doing
your
job. You’re the deity here,
you’re
the one with infinite power.
You
row.
I’ll
steer.”

“I’m just a computer,” said the Oversoul. “I don’t have arms and legs. You have to do the rowing.”

“I can see your arms and legs, and they’re a great deal stronger than mine. Furthermore, I don’t know where you’re taking us. I can’t see where we’re going because I’m sitting here facing backward.”

“I know,” said the Oversoul. “That’s how you’ve spent your whole life, facing backward. Trying to reconstruct some glorious past.”

“So, if you disapprove of that, have the cleverness if not the decency to trade places with me. Let me look into the future while you do the rowing for a change.”

“You all push me around so,” said the Oversoul. “I’m beginning to regret breeding you all. When you get too familiar with me, you lose your respect.”

“That’s hardly
our
fault,” said Rasa. “Here, we can’t pass side by side, the boat’s too narrow and we’ll tip over. You crawl between my legs, and that way the boat won’t spill.”

The Oversoul grumbled as she crawled. “See? No respect.”

“I
do
respect you,” said Rasa. “I just don’t have any illusions that you’re always right. Nafai and Issib say that you’re a computer. A program, in fact, that lives in a computer. And so you’re no wiser than those who programmed you.”

“Maybe they programmed me to learn wisdom. After forty million years, I may even have picked up a few good ideas.”

“Oh, I’m sure you have. Someday you must show me one of them—you certainly haven’t done so well till now.”

“Maybe you just don’t
know
all that I’ve done.”

Rasa settled herself in the stern of the boat, her hand on the prow, and she saw to her satisfaction that the Oversoul had a good grip on the oars and was able to give a good strong pull.

However, the boat merely lurched forward and then stopped dead. Rasa looked around to see why, and she realized that they weren’t on water at all, they were in the middle of a waste of wind-rippled sand.

“Well,
this
is a miserable turn of events,” said Rasa.

“I’m not terribly impressed with your helmsmanship,” said the Oversoul. “I hope you don’t expect me to do any serious rowing in
this.”

“My
helmsmanship,” said Rasa. “It’s
you
that got us out into the desert.”

“And you could have done better?”

“I should hope so. For instance, where are the camels? We need camels. And tents! Enough for—oh, how many of us are there? Elemak and Eiadh, Mebbekew and Dol, Nafai and Luet—and Hushidh, of course. That’s seven. And me. And then we’d better take Sevet and Kokor, and their husbands if they’ll come—that’s twelve. Am I forgetting something? Oh, of course— Shedemei and all her seeds and embryos—how many drycases? I can’t remember—at least six camels for her project alone. And our supplies? I’m not even sure how to estimate this. Thirteen of us, and that’s a lot of us to feed and shelter along the way.”

“Well, why are you telling
me?”
asked the Oversoul. “Do you think I keep some sort of binary camels and tents in my memory?”

“So, just as I thought. You haven’t even prepared a thing for the journey. Don’t you know that these things can’t be done suddenly? If you can’t help me, take me to somebody who can.”

The Oversoul began to lead her toward a distant hill.
“You’re so bossy,” said the Oversoul.
“I’m
the one who’s supposed to be the guardian of humanity, if you’ll be so good as to remember that.”

“That’s fine, you keep doing that job, while I look out for the people I love. Who’s going to take care of my household after I’m gone? Did you ever think of that? So many children and teachers who depend on me.”

“They’ll go home. They’ll find other teachers or other jobs. You’re not indispensable.”

They had reached the crest of the hill—as with all dreams, they were able to move very quickly sometimes, and sometimes very slowly. Now, at the top of the hill, Rasa saw that she was in the street in front of her own house. She had never known there was a way right down the hill to the desert from her own street. She looked around to see which way the Oversoul had brought her, only to find herself face-to-face with a soldier. Not a Gorayni, to her relief. Instead he was one of the officers of the Basilican guard.

“Lady Rasa,” he said, in awe.

“I have work for you to do,” she said. “The Oversoul would have told you all this already, only she’s decided to leave this particular job up to me. I hope you don’t mind helping.”

“All I want to do is serve the Oversoul,” he said.

“Well, then, I hope you’ll be very resourceful and do all these jobs properly, because I’m not an expert and I’ll have to leave a good many things to your judgment. To start with, there’ll be thirteen of us.”

“Thirteen of you to do
what?”

“A journey in the desert.”

“General Moozh has you under house arrest.”

“Oh, the Oversoul will take care of that. I can’t do
everything”
.

“All right, then,” said the officer. “A journey into the desert. Thirteen of you.”

“We’ll need camels to ride on and tents to sleep in.”

“Large tents or small ones?”

“How large is large, and how small is small?”

“Large can be up to a dozen men, but those are very hard to pitch. Small can be for two men.”

“Small,” said Rasa. “Everybody will sleep in couples, except one tent for three, for me and Hushidh and Shedemei.”

“Hushidh the raveler? Leaving?”

“Never mind the roster, that’s none of your business,” said Rasa.

“I don’t think Moozh will want Hushidh to leave.”

“He doesn’t want
me
to leave, either—
yet,”
said Rasa. “I hope you’re taking notes.”

“I’ll remember.”

“Fine. Camels for us to ride, and tents for us to sleep in, and then camels to carry the tents, and also camels to carry supplies enough for us to travel—oh, how far? I can’t remember—ten days should be enough.”

“That’s a lot of camels.”

“I can’t help that. You’re an officer, I’m sure you know where the camels are and how to get them.”

“I do.”

“And something else. An extra half-dozen camels to carry Shedemei’s drycases. She might already have arranged for those herself—you’ll have to check with her.”

“When will you need all this?”

“Right away,” said Rasa. “I have no idea when this journey will begin—and we’re under house arrest right now, you might have heard—”

“I heard.”

“But we must be ready to leave within an hour, whenever the time comes.”

“Lady Rasa, I can’t do these things without Moozh’s authority. He rules the city now, and I’m not even the commander of the guard.”

“All right,” said Rasa. “I hereby give you Moozh’s authority.”

“You can’t give that to me,” said the officer.

“Oversoul?” said Rasa. “Isn’t it about time you stepped in and did something?”

Immediately Moozh himself appeared beside the officer. “You’ve been talking to Lady Rasa,” he said sternly.

“She’s the one who came to
me”
said the officer.

“That’s fine. I hope you paid attention to everything she said.”

“So you authorize me to proceed?”

“I can’t right at the moment,” said Moozh. “Not officially, because at the moment I don’t actually know that I’m going to want you to do this. So you have to do it very quietly, so that even I don’t find out about it. Do you understand?”

“I hope I won’t be in too much trouble if you find out.”

“No, not at all. I
won’t
find out, as long as you don’t go out of your way to tell me.”

“That’s a relief.”

“When the time comes for me to want this journey to begin, I’ll order you to make preparations. All you have to say is, Yes sir, it can be done right away. Please
don’t
embarrass me by pointing out that you’ve had it ready since noon, or anything like that to make it look as though my orders aren’t spur-of-the-moment. Understand?”

“Very good, sir.”

“I don’t want to have to kill you, so please don’t embarrass me, all right? I may need you later.”

“As you wish, sir.”

“You may leave,” said Moozh.

Immediately the officer of the guard disappeared.

Moozh immediately turned into Rasa’s dream image of the Oversoul. “I think that about takes care of it, Rasa,” she said.

“Yes, I think so,” said Rasa.

“Fine,” said the Oversoul. “You can wake up now. The real Moozh will soon be at your door, and you want to be ready for him.”

“Oh, thanks so very much,” said Rasa, more than a little put out. “I’ve hardly had any sleep at all, and you’re making me wake up already?”

“I wasn’t responsible for the timing,” said the Oversoul. “If Nafai hadn’t run off half-cocked in the wee hours of the morning, demanding an interview with Moozh before the sun came up, you could have slept in to a reasonable hour.”

“What time
is
it?”

“I told you, wake up and look at the clock.”

With that the Oversoul disappeared and Rasa was awake, looking at the clock. The sky was barely greying with dawn outside, and she couldn’t see what time it was without getting out of bed and looking closely. Wearily she groaned and turned on a light. Too, too early to get up. But the dream, strange as it was, had been this much true: Someone was ringing the bell.

At this hour, the servants knew they had no consent to open the door until Rasa herself had been alerted, but they were surprised to see her come into the foyer so quickly.

“Who?” she asked.

“Your son, Lady Rasa. And General Vozmoozh . . . the General.”

“Open the door and you may retire,” said Rasa.

The night bell was not so loud that the whole house heard it, so the foyer was nearly empty anyway. When the door opened, Nafai and Moozh entered together. No one else. No soldiers—though no doubt they waited on the street. Still, Rasa could not help remembering two earlier visits by men who thought to rule the city of Basilica. Gaballufix and Rashgallivak had both brought soldiers, holographically masked, in an attempt not so much to terrify
her
as to bolster their own confidence. It was significant that Moozh felt no need for accompaniment.

“I didn’t know my son was out wandering the streets at this hour,” said Rasa. “So I certainly appreciate your kindness in bringing him home to me.”

“Surely now that he’s married,” said Moozh, “you won’t be watching his comings and goings so carefully, will you?”

Rasa showed her impatience to Nafai. What was he doing, blurting out the fact that he had just married the waterseer last night? Had he no discretion at all? No, of course not, or he wouldn’t even have been outside to be picked up by Moozh’s soldiers. What, had he been trying to escape?

But no, hadn’t there been something ... in the dream, yes, the Oversoul had said something about Nafai going off half-cocked, demanding an interview with Moozh. “I hope he hasn’t been any trouble to you,” said Rasa.

“A little, I will confess,” said Moozh. “I had hoped he might help me bring to Basilica the greatness that this city deserves, but he declined the honor.”

“Forgive me for my ignorance, but I fail to see how
anything my son could do might bring greatness to a city that is already a legend through all the world. Is there any city still standing that is older or holier than Basilica? Is there any other that has been a city of peace for so long?”

“A solitary city, madam,” said Moozh. “A lonely city. A city for pilgrims. But soon, I hope, a city for ambassadors from all the great kingdoms of the world.”

“Who will no doubt sail here on a sea of blood.”

“Not if things work well. Not if I have significant cooperation.”

“From whom?” asked Rasa. “From me? From my son?”

“I would like to meet, though I know the honor is inconvenient, with two nieces of yours. One of them happens to be Nafai’s young bride. The other is her unmarried sister.”

“I do not wish you to meet with them.”