Part 21 (1/2)
”I think you might term this the capital city,” Thorvald answered. ”In relation to the mainland, we're on an island well out to sea--westward.”
”How did we get here?” That climb in the slab, the stream underground....
Had it been an interior river running under the bed of the sea? But Shann was not prepared for the other's reply.
”By wis.h.i.+ng.”
”By _what_?”
Thorvald nodded, his expression serious. ”They wished us here. Listen, Lantee, when you jumped down to mix it with that fork-tailed thing, did you wish you had the wolverines with you?”
Shann thought back; his memories of what had occurred before that battle were none too clear. But, yes, he had wished Taggi and Togi present at that moment to distract the enraged beast.
”You mean I wished them?” The whole idea was probably a part of the Wyvern jargon of dreaming and he added, ”Or did I just dream everything?” There was the bandage on his arm, the soreness under that bandage. But also there had been Logally's lash brand back in the cavern, which had bitten into his flesh with the pain of a real blow.
”No, you weren't dreaming. You happened to be tuned in one of those handy little gadgets our lady friends here use. And, so tuned in, your desire for the wolverines being pretty powerful just then, they came.”
Shann grimaced. This was unbelievable. Yet there were his meetings with Logally and Trav. How could anyone rationally explain them? And how had he, in the beginning, been jumped from the top of the cliff on the island of his marooning into the midst of an underground flood without any conscious memory of an intermediate journey?
”How does it work?” he asked simply.
Thorvald laughed. ”You tell me. They have these disks, one to a Wyvern, and they control forces with them. Back there on the beach we interrupted a cla.s.s in such control; they were the novices learning their trade. We've stumbled on something here which can't be defined or understood by any of our previous standards of comparison. It's frankly magic, judged by our terms.”
”Are we prisoners?” Shann wanted to know.
”Ask me something I'm sure of. I've been free to come and go within limits. No one's exhibited any signs of hostility; most of them simply ignore me. I've had two interviews, via this mind-reading act of theirs, with their rulers, or elders, or chief sorceresses--all three t.i.tles seem to apply. They ask questions, I answer as best I can, but sometimes we appear to have no common meeting ground. Then I ask some questions, they evade gracefully, or reply in a kind of unintelligible double-talk, and that's as far as our communication has progressed so far.”
”Taggi and Togi?”
”Have a run of their own and as far as I can tell are better satisfied with life than I am. Oddly enough, they respond more quickly and more intelligently to orders. Perhaps this business of being shunted around by the disks has conditioned them in some way.”
”What about these Wyverns? Are they all female?”
”No, but their tribal system is strictly matriarchal, which follows a pattern even Terra once knew: the fertile earth mother and her priestesses, who became the witches when the G.o.ds overruled the G.o.ddesses. The males are few in number and lack the power to activate the disks. In fact,” Thorvald laughed ruefully, ”one gathers that in this civilization our opposite numbers have, more or less, the status of pets at the best, and necessary evils at the worst. Which put _us_ at a disadvantage from the start.”
”You think that they won't take us seriously because we are males?”
”Might just work out that way. I've tried to get through to them about danger from the Throgs, telling them what it would mean to them to have the beetle-heads settle in here for good. They just brush aside the whole idea.”
”Can't you argue that the Throgs are males, too? Or aren't they?”
The Survey officer shook his head. ”That's a point no human can answer.
We've been sparring with Throgs for years and there have been libraries of reports written about them and their behavior patterns, all of which add up to about two paragraphs of proven facts and hundreds of surmises beginning with the probable and skimming out into the wild fantastic.
You can claim anything about a Throg and find a lot of very intelligent souls ready to believe you. But whether those beetle-heads squatting over on the mainland are able to answer to 'he,' 'she,' or 'it,' your solution is just as good as mine. We've always considered the ones we fight to be males, but they might just as possibly be amazons. Frankly, these Wyverns couldn't care less either; at least that's the impression they give.”
”But anyway,” Shann observed, ”it hasn't come to 'we're all girls together' either.”
Thorvald laughed again. ”Not so you can notice. We're not the only unwilling visitor in the vicinity.”