The Rise of Endymion Part 26

16.

-admit that I was confused and a bit depressed when I first arrived on the Mountains of Heaven.

I slept in cryogenic fugue for three months and two weeks. I had thought that cryogenic fugue was dreamless, but I was wrong. I had nightmares for most of the way and awoke disoriented and apprehensive.

The translation point in our outbound system had been only seventeen hours away, but in the T'ien Shan System we had to translate from C-plus out beyond the last icy planet and decelerate in-system for three full days. I jogged the various decks, up and down the spiral staircase, and even out onto the little balcony I'd had the s.h.i.+p extrude. I told myself that I was trying to get my leg back into shape-it still hurt despite the s.h.i.+p's p.r.o.nouncement that the doc-in-the-box had healed it and that there should be no pain-but in truth, I knew, I was trying to work off nervous energy. I'm not sure that I remembered ever being so anxious before.

The s.h.i.+p wanted to tell me all about this star system in excruciating detail-G-type yellow star, blah, blah, blah-well, I could see see that...eleven worlds, three gas giants, two asteroid belts, a high percentage of comets in the inner system, blah, blah, blah. I was interested only in T'ien Shan, and I sat in the carpeted holopit and watched it grow. The world was amazingly bright. Blindingly brighi. A brilliant pearl set against the black of s.p.a.ce. that...eleven worlds, three gas giants, two asteroid belts, a high percentage of comets in the inner system, blah, blah, blah. I was interested only in T'ien Shan, and I sat in the carpeted holopit and watched it grow. The world was amazingly bright. Blindingly brighi. A brilliant pearl set against the black of s.p.a.ce.

"What you are seeing is the lower, permanent cloud layer," droned the s.h.i.+p. "The albedo is impressive. There are higher clouds-see those storm swirls in the lower right of the illuminated hemisphere? Those high cirrus causing shadows near the north polar cap? Those are the clouds that would bring weather to the human inhabitants."

"Where are the mountains?" I asked.

"There," said the s.h.i.+p, circling a gray shadow in the north-em hemisphere. "According to my old charts, this is a great peak in the northern reaches of the eastern hemisphere-Ch.o.m.o Lori, 'Queen of Snow'-and you see these striations running south from it? See how they stay close together until they pa.s.s the equator and then spread farther and farther apart until they disappear into the south polar cloud ma.s.ses? These are the two great spine ridges, Phari Ridge and K'un Lun Ridge. They were the first inhabited rock lines on the planet and are excellent examples of the equivalent early Cretaceous Dakotan violent upthrust resulting in..."

Blah, blah, blah. And all I could think of was Aenea, and Aenea, and Aenea.

It was strange entering a system with no Pax Fleet s.h.i.+ps to challenge us, no orbital defenses, no lunar bases...not even a base on the giant bull's-eye of a moon that looked as if someone had fired a single bullet into a smooth orange sphere-no register of Hawking-drive wakes or neutrino emissions or gravitational lenses or cleared swaths of Bussard-jet drones-no sign of any higher technologies. The s.h.i.+p said that there was a trickle of microwave broadcasting emanating from certain areas of the planet, but when I had them piped in, they turned out to be in pre-Hegira Chinese. This was a shock. I had never been on a world where the majority of humans spoke anything but a version of Web English.

The s.h.i.+p entered geosynchronous...o...b..t above the eastern hemisphere. "Your directions were to find the peak called Heng Shan, which should be approximately six hundred and fifty kilometers southeast of Chorno Lori...there!" The telescopic view in the holopit zoomed in on a beautiful fang of snow and ice leaping through at least three layers of cloud until the summit gleamed clear and bright above most of the atmosphere.

"Jesus," I whispered. "And where is Hsuan-k'ung Ssu? The Temple Hanging in Air?"

"It should be...there" said the s.h.i.+p triumphantly. said the s.h.i.+p triumphantly.

We were looking straight down at a vertical ridge of ice, snow, and gray rock. Clouds broiled at the base of this incredible slab. Even looking at this through the holo viewer made me grab couch cus.h.i.+ons and reel in vertigo.

"Where?" I said. There were no structures in sight.

"That dark triangle," said the s.h.i.+p, circling what I thought was a shadow on one gray slab of rock. "And this line...here."

"What's the magnification?" I asked.

"The triangle is approximately one-point-two meters along the longest edge," came the voice I'd grown to know so well from my comlog.

"Pretty small building for people to live in," I pointed out.

"No, no," said the s.h.i.+p. "This is just a bit of a human-made structure protuding from under what must be a rock overhang. I would surmise that the entire so-called Temple Hanging in Air is under this overhang. The rock is more than vertical at this point...it pitches back some sixty or eighty meters."

"Can you get us a side view? So that I can see the Temple?"

"I could," said the s.h.i.+p. "It would require repositioning us in a more northerly orbit so that I can use the telescope to look south over the peak of Heng Shan, and go to infrared to look through the cloud ma.s.s at eight thousand meters which is pa.s.sing between the peak and the ridge spur on which the Temple is built, I would also have to..."

"Skip it," I said. "Just tightbeam that temple area...h.e.l.l, the whole ridge...and see if Aenea is waiting for us."

"Which frequency?" said the s.h.i.+p.

Aenea had not mentioned any frequency. She had just said something about not being able to land in a true sense, but to come down to Hsuan-k'ung Ssu anyway. Looking at this vertical and worse-than-vertical wall of snow and ice, I began to understand what she meant.

"Broadcast on whatever common frequency we would have used if you were calling a comlog extension," I said. "If there's no answer, dial through all the frequencies you have. You might try the frequencies that you picked up earlier."

"They were coming from the southernmost quadrant of the western hemisphere," said the s.h.i.+p in a patient voice. "I picked up no microwave emanations from this hemisphere."

"Just do it, please," I said.

We hung there for half an hour, sweeping the ridge with tightbeam, then broadcasting general radio signals toward all the peaks in the area, then flooding the hemisphere with short queries. There was no response.

"Can there actually be an inhabited world where no one uses radio?" I said.

"Of course," said the s.h.i.+p. "On Ixion, it is against local law and custom to use microwave communication of any sort. On New Earth there was a group which..."

"Okay, Okay," I said. For the thousandth time, I wondered if there were a way to reprogram this autonomous intelligence so that it wasn't such a pain in the a.s.s. "Take us down," I said.

"To which location?" said the s.h.i.+p. "There are extensive inhabited areas on the high peak to the east-T'ai Shan it is called on my map-and another city south on the K'un Lun Ridge, it is called Hsi w.a.n.g-mu, I believe, and other habitations along the Phari Ridge and west of there in an area marked as Koko Nor. Also..."

"Take us down to the Temple Hanging in Air," I said.

LUCKILY, THE PLANET'S MAGNETIC FIELD WAS COMPLETELY adequate for the s.h.i.+p's EM repulsors, so we floated down through the sky rather than having to descend on a tail of fusion flame. I went out to the balcony to watch, although the holopit or screens in the top bedroom would have been more practical.

It seemed to take hours, but actually within minutes we were floating gently at eight thousand-some meters, drifting between the fantastic peak to the north-Heng Shan-and the ridge holding Hsuan-k'ung Ssu. I had seen the terminator rus.h.i.+ng from the east as we descended, and according to the s.h.i.+p, it was late afternoon here now. I carried a pair of binoculars out to the balcony and stared. I could see the Temple clearly. I could see it, but I could not quite believe it.

What had seemed a mere play of light and shadow beneath the huge, striated, overhanging slabs of gray granite was a series of structures extending east and west for many hundreds of meters. I could see the Asian influence at once: paG.o.da-shaped buildings with pitched tile roofs and curling eaves, their elaborately tiled surfaces gilded and glowing in the bright sunlight; round windows and moon gates in the lower brick sections of the superstructure, airy wooden porches with elaborately carved railings; delicate wooden pillars painted the color of dried blood; red and yellow banners draped from eaves and doorways and railings; complicated carvings on the roof beams and tower ridges; and suspension bridges and stairways festooned with what I would later learn were prayer wheels and prayer flags, each offering a prayer to Buddha every time a human hand spun it or the wind fluttered it.

The Temple was still being built. I could see raw wood being carried up to high platforms, saw human figures chiseling away at the stone face of the ridge, could see scaffolding, rude ladders, crude bridges consisting of little more than some sort of woven plant material with climbing ropes for handrails, and upright figures hauling empty baskets up these ladders and bridges and more stooped figures carrying the baskets full of stone back down to a broad slab where most of the baskets were dumped into s.p.a.ce. We were close enough that I could see that many of these human figures wore colorful robes hanging almost to their ankles-some blowing in the stiff wind that blew across the rockface here-and that these robes looked thick and lined against the cold. I would later learn that these were the ubiquitous chuba chuba, and that they could be made of thick, waterproof zygoat wool or of ceremonial silk or even of cotton, although this last material was rare and much prized.

I had been nervous about showing our s.h.i.+p to the locals-afraid it might cause a panic or a laser lance attack or something-but did not know what else to do. We were still several kilometers away, so at most we would be an unusual glint of sunlight on dark metal floating against the white backdrop of the northern peak. I had hoped that they would think us just another bird-the s.h.i.+p and I had seen many birds through the viewer, many of them with wingspans several meters across-but that hope was dashed as I saw first a few of the workers at the Temple pause in their labors and stare out in our direction, then more, and more. No one panicked. There was no rush for shelter or to retrieve weapons-I saw no weapons in sight anywhere-but we had obviously been seen. I watched two women in robes run up through the ascending series of temple buildings, hanging bridges, stairways, steep ladders, and penultimate construction scaffolding to the easternmost platform where the work seemed to consist of cutting holes in the rock wall. There was some sort of construction shack there, and one of the women disappeared into it, coming out a moment later with several taller forms in robes.

I increased the magnification of my binoculars, my heart pounding against my ribs, but there was drifting smoke from the construction work and I could not make out for sure if the tallest person there was Aenea. But through the veils of swirling smoke, I did catch a glimpse of blond-brown hair-just shorter than shoulder length-and for a moment I lowered the binoculars and just stared out at the distant wall, grinning like an idiot.

"They are signaling," said the s.h.i.+p.

I looked through the gla.s.ses again. Another person-female, I think, but with much darker hair-was flas.h.i.+ng two handheld semaph.o.r.e flags.

"It is an ancient signal code," said the s.h.i.+p. "It is called Morse. The first words are..."

"Quiet," I said. We had learned Morse Code in the Home Guard and I had used it once with two b.l.o.o.d.y bandages to call in medevac skimmers on the Iceshelf.

GO...TO...THE...FISSURE...TEN KLICKS...TO...THE...NORTH...EAST.

HOVER...THERE.

AWAIT...INSTRUCTIONS.

"Got that, s.h.i.+p?" I said.

"Yes." The s.h.i.+p's voice always sounded cold after I was rude to it.

"Let's go," I said. "I think I see a gap about ten klicks to the northeast. Let's stay as far out as we can and come in from the east. I don't think they'll be able to see us from the Temple, and I don't see any other structures along the cliff face in that direction."

Without further comment, the s.h.i.+p brought us out and around and back along the sheer rock wall until we came to the fissure-a vertical cleft dropping several thousand meters from the ice and snow far above to a point where it converged about four hundred meters above the level of the Temple, which now was out of sight around the curve of rockface to the west.

The s.h.i.+p floated vertically until we were just fifty meters above the bottom of the fissure. I was surprised to see streams running down the steep rock walls of the sides of this gap, tumbling into the center of the fissure before pouring off into thin air as a waterfall. There were trees and mosses and lichens and flowering plants everywhere along this cleft, fields of them rising many hundreds of meters alongside the streams until finally becoming mere streaks of multicolored lichen rising toward the ice levels above. At first I was sure that there was no sign of human intrusion here, but then I saw the chiseled ledges along the north wall-barely wide enough to stand on, I thought-and then the paths through the bright green moss, and the artfully placed stepping stones in the stream, and then I noticed the tiny, weathered little structure-too small to be a cabin, more like a gazebo with windows-which sat under wind-sculpted evergreens along the stream and near the high point of the fissure's verdant pa.s.s.

I pointed and the s.h.i.+p moved up in that direction, hovering near the gazebo. I understood why it would be difficult, if not impossible, to land here. The Consul's s.h.i.+p was not that large-it had been hidden in the stone tower in the old poet's city of Endymion for centuries-but even if it landed vertically on its fins or extendable legs here, some trees, gra.s.s, moss, and flowering plants would be crushed. They seemed too rare in this vertical rock world to destroy that way.

So we hovered. And waited. And about thirty minutes after we arrived, a young woman came around the path from the direction of the rock ledges and waved heartily at us.

IT WAS NOT AENEA.

I admit that I was disappointed. My desire to see my young friend again had reached the point of obsession, and I guess that I was having absurd fantasies of reunion-Aenea and I running toward one another across a flowered field, she the child of eleven again, I her protector, both of us laughing with the pleasure of seeing one another and me lifting her and swinging her around, tossing her up...

Well, we had the gra.s.sy field. The s.h.i.+p continued hovering and morphed a stairway to the flower-bedecked lawn next to the gazebo. The young woman crossed the stream, hopping from stepping stone to stepping stone with perfect balance, and came grinning toward me up the gra.s.sy knoll.

She was in her early twenties. She had the physical grace and sense of presence I remembered from a thousand images of my young friend. But I had never seen this woman before in my life.

Could Aenea have changed this much in five years? Could she have disguised herself to hide from the Pax? Had I simply forgotten what she looked like? The latter seemed improbable. No, impossible. The s.h.i.+p had a.s.sured me that it had been five years and some months for Aenea if she was waiting on this world for me, but my entire trip-including the cryogenic fugue part-had taken only about four months. I had aged only a few weeks. I could not have forgotten her. I would never forget her. The latter seemed improbable. No, impossible. The s.h.i.+p had a.s.sured me that it had been five years and some months for Aenea if she was waiting on this world for me, but my entire trip-including the cryogenic fugue part-had taken only about four months. I had aged only a few weeks. I could not have forgotten her. I would never forget her.

"h.e.l.lo, Raul," said the young woman with dark hair.

"h.e.l.lo?" I said.

She stepped closer and extended her hand. She had a firm handshake. "I'm Rachel. Aenea's described you perfectly." She laughed. "Of course, we haven't been expecting anyone else to come calling in a stars.h.i.+p looking like this..." She waved her hand in the general direction of the s.h.i.+p hanging there like a vertical balloon bobbing softly in the wind.

"How is Aenea?" I said, my voice sounding strange to me. "Where is she?" is she?"

"Oh, she is back at the Temple. She's working. It's the middle of the busiest work s.h.i.+ft. She couldn't get away. She asked me to come over and help you dispose of your s.h.i.+p."

She couldn't get away. What the h.e.l.l was this? I'd come through literal h.e.l.l-suffered kidney stones and broken legs, been chased by Pax troopers, dumped into a world with no land, eaten and regurgitated by an alien-and she couldn't G.o.dd.a.m.n get away? I bit my lip, resisting the impulse to say what I was thinking. I admit that emotion was surging rather high at that moment.

"What do you mean-dispose of my s.h.i.+p?" I said. I looked around. "There has to be someplace for it to land."

"There isn't really," said the young woman named Rachel. Looking at her now in the bright sunlight, I realized that she was probably a little older than Aenea would be-mid-twenties perhaps. Her eyes were brown and intelligent, her brown hair was chopped off as carelessly as Aenea used to cut hers, her skin was tanned from long hours in the sun, her hands were callused with work, and there were laugh lines at the corners of her eyes.

"Why don't we do this," said Rachel. "Why don't you get what you need from the s.h.i.+p, take a comlog or communicator so you can call the s.h.i.+p back when you need it, get two skinsuits and two rebreathers out of the storage locker, and then tell the s.h.i.+p to hop back up to the third moon-the second smallest captured asteroid. There's a deep crater there for it to hide in, but that moon's in a near geosynchronous...o...b..t and it keeps one face toward this hemisphere all the time. You could tightbeam it and it could be back here in a few minutes."

I looked suspiciously at her. "Why the skinsuits and rebreathers?" The s.h.i.+p had them. They were designed for benign hard-vacuum environments where true s.p.a.ce armor was not required. "The air seems thick enough here," I said.

"It is," said Rachel. "There's a surprisingly rich oxygen atmosphere at this alt.i.tude. But Aenea told me to ask you to bring the skinsuits and rebreathers."

"Why?" I said.

"I don't know, Raul," said Rachel. Her eyes were placid, seemingly clear of deceit or guile.

"Why does the s.h.i.+p have to hide?" I said "Is the Pax here?"

"Not yet," said Rachel. "But we've been expecting them for the last six months or so. Right now, there are no s.p.a.cecraft on or around Tien Shan...with the exception now of your s.h.i.+p. No aircraft either. No skimmers, no EMVs, no thopters or copters...only paragliders...the flyers...and they would never be out that far."

I nodded but hesitated.

"The Dugpas saw something they couldn't explain today," continued Rachel. "The speck of your s.h.i.+p against Chorno Lori, I mean. But eventually they explain everything in terms of tendrel tendrel, so that won't be a problem."

"What are tendrel?" tendrel?" I said. "And who are the Dugpas?" I said. "And who are the Dugpas?"

"Tendrel are signs," said Rachel. "Divinations within the shamanistic Buddhist tradition prevalent in this region of the Mountains of Heaven. Dugpas are the...well, the word translates literally as 'highest.' The people who dwell at the upper alt.i.tudes. There are also the Drukpas, the valley people...that is, the lower a.s.sures...and the Drungpas, the wooded valley people...mostly those who live in the great fern forests and bonsai-bamboo stands on the western reaches of Phari Ridge and beyond." are signs," said Rachel. "Divinations within the shamanistic Buddhist tradition prevalent in this region of the Mountains of Heaven. Dugpas are the...well, the word translates literally as 'highest.' The people who dwell at the upper alt.i.tudes. There are also the Drukpas, the valley people...that is, the lower a.s.sures...and the Drungpas, the wooded valley people...mostly those who live in the great fern forests and bonsai-bamboo stands on the western reaches of Phari Ridge and beyond."

"So Aenea's at the Temple?" I said stubbornly, resisting following the young woman's "suggestion" for hiding the s.h.i.+p.

"Yes."

"When can I see her?"

"As soon as we walk over there." Rachel smiled.

"How long have you known Aenea?"

"About four years, Raul."

"Do you come from this world?"

She smiled again, patient with my interrogation. "No. When you meet the Dugpas and the others, you'll see that I'm not native. Most of the people in this region are from Chinese, Tibetan, and other Central Asian stock."

"Where are you from?" I asked flatly, sounding rude in my own ears.

"I was born on Barnard's World," she said. "A backwater farming planet. Cornfields and woods and long evenings and a few good universities, but not much else."

"I've heard of it," I said. It made me more suspicious. The "good universities" that had been Barnard's World's claim to fame during the Hegemony had long since been converted to Church academies and seminaries. I had the sudden wish that I could see the flesh of this young woman's chest-see if there were a cruciform there, I mean. It would be all too easy for me to send the s.h.i.+p away and walk into a Pax trap. "Where did you meet Aenea?" I said. "Here?"

"No, not here. On Amritsar."

"Amritsar?" I said. "I've never heard of it."

"That's not unusual. Amritsar is a Solmev-marginal world way out back of the Outback. It was only settled about a century ago-refugees from a civil war on Parvati. A few thousand Sikhs and a few thousand Sufi eke out a living there. Aenea was hired to design a desert community center there and I hired on to do the survey and ramrod the construction crew. I've been with her ever since."

I nodded, still hesitating. I was filled with something not quite disappointment, surging like anger but not quite as clear, bordering on jealousy. But that was absurd. "A. Bettik?" I said, feeling a sudden intuition that the android had died in the past five years. "Is he..."

"He headed out yesterday for our biweekly provision trek to Phari Marketplace," said the woman named Rachel. She touched my upper arm. "A. Bettik's fine. He should be back by moonrise tonight. Come on. Get your stuff. Tell the s.h.i.+p about hiding on the third moon. You'd rather hear all this stuff from Aenea."

I ENDED UP TAKING LITTLE MORE THAN A CHANGE of clothes, good boots, my small binoculars, a small sheath knife, the skinsuits and rebreathers, and a palm-sized com unit/ journal from the s.h.i.+p. I stuffed all this into a rucksack, hopped down the steps to the meadow, and told the s.h.i.+p what it should do. My anthropomorphizing had reached the point where I expected the s.h.i.+p to sulk at the idea of going back into hibernation mode-on an airless moon this time-but the s.h.i.+p acknowledged the order, suggested that it check in via tightbeam once daily to make sure that the com unit was functioning, and then it floated up and away, dwindling to a speck and then disappearing, like nothing so much as a balloon that has had its string cut.

Rachel gave me a wool chuba chuba to pull on over my therm jacket. I noticed the nylon harness she wore over her jacket and trousers, the metal climbing equipment hanging on straps, and asked about it. to pull on over my therm jacket. I noticed the nylon harness she wore over her jacket and trousers, the metal climbing equipment hanging on straps, and asked about it.

"Aenea has a harness for you at the temple site," she said, rattling the hardware on the sling. "This is the most advanced technology on this world. The metalworkers at Potala demand and receive a king's ransom for this stuff-crampons, cable pulleys, folding ice axes and ice hammers, chocks, 'biners, lost arrows, bongs, birdbeaks, you name it."