"No--I myself was present when he died."
"You?"
The governor said no more and after a few moments Siristrou, now genuinely interested, hazarded, "A bear--and yet you speak of his teaching. How did he teach?"
"He made plain to us, by his sacred death, the truth we had never understood."
Siristrou, mildly irritated, refrained from shrugging his shoulders, but could not resist asking, though in a tone of careful sincerity and self-depreciation,
"Wouldn't it be possible for some foolish person to try to argue--of course it would be foolish, but perhaps it might be said--that what took place was all a matter of chance and accident--that the bear was not sent by God--?"
He broke off, somewhat dismayed. Certainly he had said more than he need. He really must be more careful.
The governor was silent for so long that he feared he must have given offense. To have done so would be a nuisance and he would have to set to work to repair the damage. He was just about to speak again when the governor looked up, half-smiling, like one who knows his mind but must needs laugh at his own difficulty in expressing it. At length he said, "Those beasts of yours that you spoke of--the one's we're going to buy from you--you sit on their backs and they carry you swiftly--"
"The horses. Yes?"
"They must be intelligent--cleverer than oxen, I suppose?"
"It's hard to say--perhaps a little more intelligent. Why?"
"If music were played in their hearing and in ours, I suppose their ears would catch all the actual sounds that yours and mine would catch. Yet for all that, it's little they'd understand. You and I might weep; they wouldn't. The truth--those who hear it are in no doubt. Yet there are always others who know for a fact that nothing out of the ordinary took place."
He stooped and threw a log on the fire. The afternoon light was beginning to fade. The wind had dropped and through the window Siristrou could glimpse that the river was now smooth inshore. Perhaps if tomorrow's crossing were to take place in the early morning it might be less hair-raising.
"I've wandered very far," said the governor after a little. "I've seen the world blasphemed and ruined. But I've no time nowadays to dwell on that. The children, you see--they need our time. Once I used to pray, 'Accept my life, Lord Shardik'; but that prayer's been answered. He has accepted it."
At this, Siristrou felt that at last he was on familiar ground. To remove the burden of guilt was in his experience the function of most, if not of all, religions.
"You feel that Shardik takes away--er--that he forgives you?"
"Well, I don't know about that," answered the governor. "But once you know what you have to do, forgiveness matters much less--the work's too important. God knows I've done much wrong, but it's all past now."
He broke off at a sound of movement near the door of the darkening room. Ankray had entered and was waiting to speak. The governor called him over.
"There's some of the children waiting to see you, sir," said the man. "One or two of them new ones that come in yesterday--Kavass brought them up here. And that young fellow down at the landing stage, that Shouter--"
"Kominion?"
"Well, there's some calls him that," conceded Ankray. "Now the Baron, he wouldn't have--"
"Anyway, what does he want?"
"Says he wants some orders for tomorrow, sir."
"All right, I'll come and see him, and the rest of them too."
As the governor turned toward the door, a little boy, aged perhaps six, came wandering uncertainly through it, looked around and came to a halt, staring gravely up at him. Siristrou watched in some amusement.
"Hullo," said the governor, returning the child's gaze. "What are you after?"
"I'm looking for the governor-man. The people outside said--"
"Well, I'm the governor-man, and you can come with nie if you like." He swung the child up in his arms just as Melathys came back into the room. She shook her head, smiling.
"Haven't you any dignity, my dearest Kelderek Play-with-the-Children? What will the ambassador think?"
"He'll think I'm one of those swift animals he's going to sell us. Look!" And he ran out of the room with the child on his shoulders.
"You'll dine with us, won't you?" said Melathys, turning to Siristrou. "It'll be about an hour, and there's no need to leave us. How can we entertain you until then?"
"Why, madam, please don't trouble," answered Siristrou, happy to find himself once more in the company of this charming girl, whom privately he considered rather too good for her husband, however keen on trade he might be. "I have a letter to finish to the king of Zakalon. Now that we have really reached your country at last, I mean to send a messenger tomorrow, with an account of our arrival and of all that has befallen. It will be entirely convenient to me to occupy the time until dinner in finishing it. Our king will be anxious for news, you understand." He smiled. "I can sit anywhere you like and be in nobody's way."
She looked surprised.
"You're actually going to write the letter? You yourself?"
"Well--yes, madam--if I may."
"You may indeed--if we can find you anything to write on and with. And that I rather doubt. May I watch for a little while? The only people I ever saw write were the Tuginda and Elleroth, Ban of Sarkid. But where are we to find what you need?"
"Don't put yourself out, madam. My man is here. He can go to my lodgings."
"I'll see that he's sent in to you. It will be most comfortable for you to stay in this room, I think. It's turning cold outside and the only other fire's in the kitchen, though Zilthe will be lig
hting another later, in the far room. When there's company, you see, we can do quite as well as any old village elder. But you're going to make us all rich, aren't you?"--and again she smiled at him as though their lack of luxury were the best of jokes.
"You have children, madam, you told me?"
"Two--they're only babies yet. The eldest isn't three years old."
"Will you not take me to see them, while my man is on his errand?"
*
--have been pleasantly surprised to find the young governor of the town most knowledgeable about our trade prospects. He assures me that the principal cities will be able to offer us several commodities: metals, certainly iron, and perhaps some gold also, if I have understood him correctly, together with their wine--which is excellent, if only it will travel--and, I rather think, some kinds of jewels, but whether precious or semiprecious, I cannot be sure. In return we should, in my opinion, offer principally horses. For these, I am in no doubt, they will pay well, since they have none and as yet know nothing of them. Indeed it will, I rather think, be necessary to consider how best to regulate such a trade, for it is bound to effect a profound change in their way of life and there will be, for the foreseeable future, an almost unlimited demand.
"The people themselves, what little I have yet seen of them, I like rather than otherwise. They are, of course, semibarbaric, ignorant and illiterate. Yet their art, in some forms at all events, seems to me accomplished and striking. I have been told that Bekla has some fine buildings and this I can believe. Some of their artifacts--for example, the embroidered needlework which I have seen--would undoubtedly be in great demand if sold in Zakalon.
"Your Majesty is aware of my interest in religious and metaphysical matters, and you will understand me when I go on to tell you that I am not a little intrigued to have come upon an odd cult which has undoubtedly had a great influence, not only on the life of this province but also, as far as I can ascertain, on that of the more metropolitan lands to the west. I can best describe it as a mixture of superstition and visionary humanitarianism, which I would certainly have discounted were it not for the results which it seems to have achieved. These people, if I understand the governor correctly, worship the memory of a gigantic bear, which they believe to have been divine. There is, of course, nothing unique about barbaric worship of any large and savage animal, whether bear, serpent, bull or other creature, nor yet in the concept of benefit from a divine death. In their belief, however, the death of this bear somehow availed--I have not yet learned how--to free certain enslaved children, and on this account they consider the security and happiness of all children to be of importance to the bear, and their well-being a sacred duty. One might say that they regard children as a ripening crop, of which no part ought to be wasted or lost. For parents to harm a child, for example by separation from one another, by deserting it or in any other way damaging its security and power to respond to life, is regarded as a wrong equivalent to selling it into slavery. All adherents of Shardik, as they call the bear, have the duty to care for homeless or deserted children wherever they may find them. In this town there are many such children, orphans or derelicts brought from the provinces farther west and more or less conscientiously looked after. The governor--a capable fellow on the whole, I think, though of no great standing in his country and perhaps a little strange in his ways--and his young wife are both very forward in the cult, and have in effect organized the town around the children, who actually outnumber the men and women by about two to one. They work under the supervision partly of grown men or women and partly of their own leaders, and although much of their work is, as one might expect, unskillfully, partially or clumsily performed, that matters little in a province such as this, where the great demand is for quick results and polish comes a long way behind utility and the meeting of immediate needs. No one could deny that this astonishingly benevolent cult demands generosity and self-sacrifice, in which the governor and his household certainly set an example, for they seem to live almost as plainly as the rest. Conditions for the children are rough and ready, but the governor shares the like and certainly seems to do a good deal to promote a sense of comradeship. I cannot help feeling that despite the superstitious worship of the bear, there may well be value in this idea. It is interesting to observe reason emerging from legend, just as this community is itself emerging from the forests that surround it into a state faintly approaching that of your Majesty's own country, the lack of whose civilized comforts your Majesty will, I am sure, understand that I feel most keenly."