Part 5 (2/2)

The prince bowed, but he muttered through his teeth, ”And get hold of a nice set of hostages.” get hold of a nice set of hostages.”

”Hush,” Jenny murmured.

Atahualpa said, ”Let this globe s.h.i.+ne for all eternity as a symbol of our friends.h.i.+p, united under the Unblinking Eye of the One Sun.” He clapped his hands.

And the orb lit up, casting a steady pearl-like glow over the grimy statuary of the chapel. The Europeans applauded helplessly.

Jenny stared, amazed. She could see no power supply, no tank of gas; and the light didn't flicker like the flame of a candle or a lamp but burned as steady as the sun itself.

With the ceremony over, the procession began to break up. Jenny turned to the boy, Dreamer. ”Are you sailing on the Viracocha Viracocha?”

”Oh, yes. You'll be seeing a lot more of me. The emissary has one more appointment, a ride on a Watt-engine train to some place called Bataille-”

”That's where the Frankish army defeated the Anglais back in 1066.”

”Yes. And then we sail.”

”And then we sail,” Jenny said, fearful, excited, gazing into the dark, playful eyes of this boy from the other side of the world, a boy whose land didn't even exist in her imagination.

Alphonse glared at them, brooding.

The dignitaries were still talking, with stiff politeness. Atahualpa seemed intrigued by Newton's determination of the Earth's age. ”And how did this Newton achieve his result? A study of the rocks, of living things, of the sky? I did not know such sciences were so advanced here.”

But when Archbishop Darwin explained that Newton's calculations had been based on records of births and deaths in a holy book, and that his conclusion was that the Earth was only a few thousand years old, Atahualpa's laughter was gusty, echoing from the walls of the cramped chapel.

Alphonse's party, with Jenny and other companions and with Archbishop Darwin attached as a moral guardian, boarded the Inca s.h.i.+p.

The Viracocha Viracocha, Jenny learned, was named after a creator G.o.d and cultural hero of the Inca. It was as extraordinary inside as out, a floating palace of wide corridors and vast staterooms that glowed with a steady pearl light. Jenny was quite surprised when crew members went barreling up and down the corridors on wheeled carts. The Inca embraced the wheel's obvious advantages, but for ceremonial occasions they walked or rode their animals, as their ancestors had done long before their age of exploration. The wheeled carts, like the ubiquitous lights, had no obvious power source, no boiler or steam stack.

The Frankish and Anglais were allowed to stay on deck as the great woollen sails were unfurled and the s.h.i.+p pulled away from Londres, which sprawled over its banks in heaps of smoky industry. Jenny looked for her family's s.h.i.+ps in the docks; she was going to be away from home for years, and the parting from her mother had been tearful.

But before the s.h.i.+p had left the Thames estuary the guests were ordered below deck, and the hatches were locked and sealed. There weren't even any windows in the s.h.i.+p's sleek hull. Their Inca hosts wanted to save a remarkable surprise for them, they said, a surprise revealed to every crew who crossed the equator, but not until then.

And they were all, even Alphonse, put through a program of inoculation, injected with various potions and their bodies bathed with a p.r.i.c.kly light. The Inca doctors said this was to weed out their ”herd diseases.” All the Europeans resented this, though Darwin marveled at the medical technology on display.

At least you could see the Incas' faces, however, now that they had discarded their masks. They were a proud-looking people with jet black hair, dark skin, and noses that would have been called Roman in Europe. None of the crew was particularly friendly. They wouldn't speak Frankish or Anglais, and they looked on the Europeans with a kind of amused contempt. This infuriated Alphonse, for he was used to looking on others in precisely that way.

Still, the s.h.i.+p's sights were spectacular. Jenny was shown the great smelly hold where the llamas were kept during the journey. And she was shown around an engine room. Jenny's family ran steam scows, and she had expected Watt engines, heavy, clunky, soot-coated iron monsters. The Viracocha Viracocha's engine room was a pristine white-walled hall inhabited by sleek metal shapes. The air was filled with a soft humming, and there was a sharp smell in the air that reminded her of the seash.o.r.e. These smooth sculptures didn't even look like engines to Jenny, and whatever principle they worked on had nothing to do with steam, evidently. So much for her father's fond hopes of selling coal to the mighty Inca empire!

Despite such marvels, Jenny chafed at her confinement below decks. What made it worse was that she saw little of her friends. Alphonse was whisked off to a program of study of Inca culture and science, mediated by Darwin. And in his free time he monopolized Dreamer for private language cla.s.ses; he wanted to learn as much Quechua as he could manage, for he did not trust the Inca.

This irritated Jenny more than she was prepared to admit, for the times she relished most of all were the s.n.a.t.c.hed moments she spent with Dreamer.

One free evening Dreamer took her to the navigation bay. The walls were covered with charts, curves that might have shown the trajectory of the sun and moon across the sky, and other diagrams showing various aspects of a misty-gold spiral shape that meant nothing to Jenny. There was a globe that drew her eye; glowing, painted, it was covered with unfamiliar shapes, but one strip of blue looked just like a map of the Mediterranean.

The most wondrous object in the room was a kind of loom, rank upon rank of knotted string that stretched from floor to ceiling and wall to wall-but unlike a loom it was extended in depth as well. As she peered into this array, she saw metal fingers pluck blindly at the strings, making the knots slide this way and that.

Dreamer watched her, as she watched the string. ”I'm starting to think Alphonse is using the language cla.s.ses as an excuse to keep me away from you. Perhaps the prince wants you for himself. Who wouldn't desire such beauty?”

Jenny pulled her face at this gross flattery. ”Tell me what this loom is for.”

”The Inca have always represented their numbers and words on quipus, bits of knotted string. Even after they learned writing from their Aztec neighbors, whom they encountered at the start of the Sunrise.”

”The Sunrise?”

”That is their modest name for their program of expansion across the world. Jenny, this is a machine for figuring numbers. The Inca use it to calculate their journeys across the world's oceans. But it can perform any sum you like.”

”My father would like one of these to figure his tax return.”

Dreamer laughed.

She said, ”But everybody knows that you can't navigate at night, when the sun goes down, and the only beacons in the sky are the moon and planets, which career unpredictably all over the place. How, then, do the Inca find their way?” For the Europeans this was the greatest mystery about the Inca. Even the greatest seamen of the past, the Vikings, had barely had the courage to probe away from the sh.o.r.e.

Dreamer glanced at the strange charts on the wall. ”Look, they made us promise not to tell any of you about-well, certain matters, before the Inca deem you ready. But there's something here I do want to show you.” He led her across the room to the globe.

That blue shape was undoubtedly the Mediterranean. ”It's the world,” she breathed.

”Yes.” He smiled. ”The Inca have marked what they know of the European empires. Look, here is Grand Bretagne.”

”Why, even Europe is only a peninsula dangling from the carca.s.s of Asia.”

”You know, your sense of wonder is the most attractive thing about you.”

She snorted. ”Really? More than my eyes and teeth and neck, and the other bits of me you've been praising? I'll believe that when a second sun rises in the sky. Show me where you come from-and the Inca.”

Pa.s.sing his hand over the globe, he made the world spin and dip.

He showed her what lay beyond the Ottoman empire, the solemn Islamic unity that had blocked Christendom from the east for centuries: the vast expanses of Asia, India, the sprawling empire of China, Nippon, the Spice Islands. And he showed how Africa extended far beyond the arid northern regions held by the Ottomans, a great pendulous continent in its own right that sprawled, thrillingly, right across the equator.

”You can in fact reach India and the east by sailing south around the cape of southern Africa,” Dreamer said. ”Without losing sight of land, even. A man called Columbus was the first to attempt this in 1492. But he lacked the courage to cross the equator. Columbus went back to the family business of trouser-making, and Christian Europe stayed locked in.”

Now he spun the globe to show her even stranger sights: a double continent, far to the west of Europe across the ocean, lands wholly unknown to any European. The Inca had come from a high country that ran north to south along the spine of the southernmost of the twin continents. ”It is a place of mountains and coast, of long, long roads, and bridges centuries old, woven from vines, still in use . . .”

Around the year 1500, according to the Christian calendar, the Inca's greatest emperor Huayna Capac I, had emerged from a savage succession dispute to take sole control of the mountain empire. And under him, as the Inca consolidated, the great expansion called the Sunrise had begun. At first the Inca had used their woollen-sailed s.h.i.+ps for trade and military expeditions up and down their long coastlines. But gradually they crept away from the sh.o.r.e.

At last, on an island that turned out to be the tip of a grand volcanic mountain that stuck out of the sea, they found people. ”These were a primitive sort, who sailed the oceans in canoes dug out of logs. Nevertheless, they had come out of the southeast of Asia and sailed right to the middle of the ocean, colonizing island chains as they went.” The Inca, emboldened by the geographical knowledge they took from their new island subjects, set off west once more, following island chains until they reached southeast Asia. All this sparked intellectual ferment, as exploration and conquest led to a revolution in sky watching, mathematics, and the sciences of life and language.

The Inca, probing westward, at last reached Africa. And when in the early twentieth century they acquired lodestone compa.s.ses from Chinese traders, they found the courage to venture north.

Jenny stared at the South Land. There was no real detail, just a few Inca towns dotted around the coast, an interior like a blank red canvas. ”Tell me about your home.”

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