Part 5 (1/2)

THE UNBLINKING EYE.

Stephen Baxter

Under an empty night sky, the Inca s.h.i.+p stood proud before the old Roman bridge of Londres.

Jenny and Alphonse, both sixteen years old, pressed their way through grimy mobs of Londres. As night closed in, they had slipped away from the dreary ceremonial rehearsals at Saint Paul's. They couldn't resist escaping to mingle with the excited Festival crowds.

And, of course, they had been drawn here, to the Viracocha Viracocha, the most spectacular sight of all.

Beside the Inca s.h.i.+p's dazzling lines, even the domes, spires and pylons of the Festival, erected to mark the anniversary of the Frankish Conquest in this year of Our Lord Christus Ra 1966, looked shabby indeed. Her towering hull was made entirely of metal, clinkered in some seamless way that gave it flexibility, and the sails were llama wool, colored as brilliantly as the Inca clothes that had been the talk of the Paris fas.h.i.+on houses this season.

Jenny Cook was from a family of s.h.i.+powners, and the very sight excited her. ”Looking at her, you can believe she has sailed from the other side of the world, even from the south-”

”That's blasphemy,” Alphonse snapped. But he remembered himself and shrugged. What had been blasphemy a year ago, before the first Inca s.h.i.+ps had come sailing north around the west coast of Africa, was common knowledge now, and the old reflexes did not apply.

Jenny said, ”Surely on such a craft those sails are only for show, or for trim. There must be some mighty engine buried in her guts-but where are the smoke stacks?”

The prince said gloomily, ”Well, you and I are going to have months to find that out, Jenny. And where you see a pretty s.h.i.+p,” he said darkly, ”I see a statement of power.” Jenny was to be among the party of friends and tutors who would accompany sixteen-year-old Prince Alphonse during his years-long stay in Cuzco, capital of the Inca. Alphonse had a sense of adventure, even of fun. But as the second son of the Emperor Charlemagne x.x.xII, he saw the world differently from Jenny.

She protested, ”Oh, you're too suspicious, Alphonse. Why, they say there are whole continents out there we know nothing about! Why should the Inca care about the Frankish empire?”

”Perhaps they have conceived an ambition to own us as we own you Anglais.”

Jenny p.r.i.c.kled. However, she had learned some diplomacy in her time at court. ”Well, I can't agree with you, and that's that,” she said.

Suddenly a flight of Inca air machines swept over like soaring silver birds, following the line of the river, their lights blazing against the darkling night. The crowds ducked and gasped, some of them crossing themselves in awe. After all, the Viracocha Viracocha was only a s.h.i.+p, and the empires of Europe had s.h.i.+ps. But none of them, not even the Ottomans, had machines that could fly. was only a s.h.i.+p, and the empires of Europe had s.h.i.+ps. But none of them, not even the Ottomans, had machines that could fly.

”You see?” Alphonse muttered. ”What is that but a naked demonstration of Inca might? And I'll tell you something, those metal birds don't scare me half as much as other tools I've seen. Such as a box that can talk to other boxes a world away-they call it a farspeaker-I don't pretend to understand how it works. They gave one to my father's office so I can talk to him from Cuzco. What else have they got that they haven't shown us? . . . Well, come on,” he said, plucking her arm. ”We're going to be late for Atahualpa's ceremony.”

Jenny followed reluctantly.

She watched the flying machines until they had pa.s.sed out of sight, heading west up the river. When their lights had gone the night sky was revealed, cloudless and moonless, utterly dark, with no planets visible, an infinite emptiness. As if in response, the gas lanterns of Londres burned brighter, defiant.

The Inca caravan was drawn up before the face of Saint Paul's. As grandees pa.s.sed into the building, attendants fed the llamas that had borne the colorful litters. You never saw the Inca use a wheel; they relied entirely on these haughty, exotic beasts.

Inside the cathedral, Jenny and Alphonse found their places hurriedly.

The procession pa.s.sed grandly through the cramped candlelit aisles, led by servants who carried the Orb of the Unblinking Eye. These were followed by George Darwin, archbishop of Londres, who chattered nervously to Atahualpa, commander of the Viracocha Viracocha and emissary of Huayna Capac XIII, Emperor of the Inca. In the long tail of the procession were representatives from all the great empires of Europe: the Danes, the Germans, the Muscovites, even the Ottomans, grandly bejeweled Muslims in this Christian church. They marched to the gentle playing of Galilean lutes, an ensemble supplied by the Germans. It was remarkable to think, Jenny reflected, that if the Inca had come sailing out of the south three hundred years ago, they would have been met by amba.s.sadors from much the same combination of powers. Though there had always been border disputes and even wars, the political map of Europe had changed little since the Ottoman capture of Vienna had marked the westernmost march of Islam. and emissary of Huayna Capac XIII, Emperor of the Inca. In the long tail of the procession were representatives from all the great empires of Europe: the Danes, the Germans, the Muscovites, even the Ottomans, grandly bejeweled Muslims in this Christian church. They marched to the gentle playing of Galilean lutes, an ensemble supplied by the Germans. It was remarkable to think, Jenny reflected, that if the Inca had come sailing out of the south three hundred years ago, they would have been met by amba.s.sadors from much the same combination of powers. Though there had always been border disputes and even wars, the political map of Europe had changed little since the Ottoman capture of Vienna had marked the westernmost march of Islam.

But the Inca towered over the European n.o.bility. They wore woollen suits dyed scarlet and electric blue, colors brighter than the cathedral's stained gla.s.s. And they all wore facemasks as defense against the ”herd diseases” they insultingly claimed infested Europe. The effect was to make these imposing figures even more enigmatic, for the only expression you could see was in their black eyes.

Jenny, at Alphonse's side and mixed in with some of the Inca party, was only a few rows back from Atahualpa and Darwin, and she could clearly hear every word they said.

”My own family has a long a.s.sociation with this old church,” the bishop said. ”My ancestor Charles Darwin was a country parson who, dedicated to his theology, rose to become dean here. The Anglais built the first Christian church on this site in the year of Christus Ra 604. After the Conquest the emperors were most generous in endowing this magnificent building in our humble, remote city . . .”

As the interpreter translated this, Atahualpa murmured some reply in Quechua, and the two of them laughed softly.

One of the Inca party walking beside Jenny was a boy about her age. He wore an Inca costume like the rest but without a face mask. He whispered in pa.s.sable Frankish, ”The emissary's being a bit rude about your church. He says it's a sandstone heap he wouldn't use to stable his llamas.”

”Charming,” Jenny whispered back.

”Well, you haven't seen his llamas.”

Jenny had to cover her face to keep from giggling. She got a glare from Alphonse and recovered her composure.

”Sorry,” said the boy. He was dark skinned, with a mop of short-cut, tightly curled black hair. The spiral tattoo on his left cheek made him look a little severe, until he smiled, showing bright teeth. ”My name's-well, it's complicated, and the Inca never get it right. You can call me Dreamer.”

”h.e.l.lo, Dreamer,” she whispered. ”I'm Jenny Cook.”

”Pretty name.”

Jenny raised her eyebrows. ”Oh, is it really? You're not Inca, are you?”

”No, I just travel with them. They like to move us around, their subject peoples. I'm from the South Land . . .”

But she didn't know where that was, and the party had paused before the great altar where the emissary and the archbishop were talking again, and Jenny and Dreamer fell silent.

Atahualpa said to Darwin, ”I am intrigued by the G.o.d of this church. Christus Ra? He is a G.o.d who is two G.o.ds.”

”In a sense.” Darwin spoke rapidly of the career of Christ. The Romans had conquered Egypt but had suffered a sort of reverse religious takeover; their pantheon had seemed flimsy before the power and sheer logic of the Egyptians' faith in their sun G.o.d. The sun was the only point of stability in a sky populated by chaotic planets, mankind's only defense against the infinite dark. Who could argue against its wors.h.i.+p? Centuries after Christ's execution His cult was adopted as the empire's official religion, and the bishops and theologians had made a formal identification of Christ with Ra, a unity that had outlasted the empire itself.

Atahualpa expressed mild interest in this. He said the wors.h.i.+p of the sun was a global phenomenon. The Incas' own sun G.o.d was called Inti. Perhaps Inti and Christ-Ra were mere manifestations of the same primal figure.

The procession moved on.

” 'Cook',” Dreamer whispered. He was more interested in Jenny than in theology. ”That's a funny sort of name. Not Frankish, is it?”

”I don't know. I think it has an Anglais root. My family are Anglais, from the north of Grand Bretagne.”

”You must be rich. You've got to be either royal or rich to be in this procession, right?”

She smiled. ”Rich enough. I'm at court as part of my education. My grandfathers have been in the coal trade since our ancestor founded the business two hundred years ago. He was called James Cook. My father's called James too. It's a mucky business but lucrative.”

”I'll bet. Those Watt engines I see everywhere eat enough coal, don't they?”

”So what do your family do?”

He said simply, ”We serve the Inca.”

The procession reached a chapel dedicated to Isaac Newton, the renowned alchemist and theologian who had developed a conclusive proof of the age of the Earth. Here they prayed to their G.o.ds, the Inca prostrating themselves before Inti, and the Christians kneeling to Christ.

And the Inca servants came forward with their Orb of the Unblinking Eye. It was a sphere of some translucent white material, half as tall as a man; the servants carried it in a rope netting and set it down on a wooden cradle before the statue of Newton himself.

Atahualpa turned and faced the procession. He may have smiled; his facemask creased. He said through his interpreter: ”Once it was our practice to plant our temples in the chapels of those we sought to vanquish. Now I place this gift from my emperor, this symbol of our greatest G.o.d, in the finest church in this province.” And, Jenny knew, other Inca parties were handing over similar orbs in all the great capitals of Europe. ”Once we would move peoples about, whole populations, to cut them away from their roots and so control them. Now we welcome the children of your princes and merchants, while leaving our own children in your cities, so that we may each learn the culture and the ways of the other.” He gestured to Alphonse.