“No, I don’t think so.” Why incriminate himself?
“Some think you might be,” Averyman said stiffly.
Jared sprang up. “If this is an attempt to remove me from—”
“Sit down, son,” Maxwell urged. “Elder Averyman said we had to make you Prime Survivor. But there’s nothing to keep us from easing you out if we think that’s best.”
“The question,” Haverty repeated, “is whether you’re the cause of all that’s happened to this world.”
“Of course I’m not! Those first three hot springs went dry long before I crossed the Barrier!”
There was a speculative silence around the slab. But Jared was more surprised than any of them by the truth he had spontaneously spoken. It had opened his ears to a whole flood of realization.
“Don’t you understand?” He leaned tensely over the slab, letting sound from the portable caster play over his face so the others could hear his sincerity. “What’s happening now couldn’t be because I went across the Barrier! The Upper Level’s having the same troubles! They lost some boiling pits and one of their Survivors turned up missing before I even went to the Original World!”
“We’d be more likely to believe that,” Averyman pointed out cynically, “if you’d told us about it earlier.”
“I didn’t realize I had crossed the Barrier after those things had happened. And I figured that if I told you about them you’d only be more certain I was to blame.”
“Eh?” Haverty put in. “How do we know you’re telling the truth about the Upper Level having trouble too?”
“Get the Official Escort to ask about it when they take me back up there.”
Jared felt like a Survivor who had been freed from the depths of Radiation. He had cast off shackles of superstition that would have thrown a curtain of fear over the rest of his life.
His relief was almost boundless — knowing that his trip to the Original World to hunt for Darkness and Light had not provoked the vengeance of an aggrieved Almighty Power. It meant there was no dire necessity of relinquishing that search. Of course, he wouldn’t be able to devote as much effort to the quest as he had planned — not with his Prime Survivorship a reality and with Unification hanging over his head. But, at least, he could go on with it.
A depression that he had known for many periods melted away before his exuberance. He would have felt like shouting had it not been for the fact that his throat was bothering him again.
He sneezed and his head started throbbing.
A few moments later Elder Maxwell sneezed too, then sniffled.
Abruptly there was a disturbance in the world outside and Jared tensed as he caught a whiff of the monster’s stench.
Someone swept into the grotto and quickly placated, “Don’t be alarmed by the smell.” The voice was Romel’s. “It’s coming from something in my hand — something the monster dropped when it carried off the Prime Survivor.”
Jared intercepted the clicks from the portable caster as they echoed against the object his brother was displaying. It was the cloth he had buried in the passageway. Romel was firming his grip on that imaginary swish-rope. And Jared waited for the tug that would jerk him off his feet.
The Elders had had time to study the reeking object, and Maxwell asked, “Where did you get this thing?”
“I listened to Jared hide it. And I dug it up.”
“Why would he do a thing like that?”
“Ask him.” But before Maxwell could, Romel went on, “I think he was covering up for the monster. Don’t get me wrong now. Jared’s my brother. But the interest of the Lower Level comes first. That’s why I’m exposing this conspiracy.”
“That’s ridiculous—” Jared began.
“Eh? What?” Haverty interrupted. “Conspiracy? What conspiracy? Why should your brother conspire with the monster? How could he conspire with it?”
“He stole off and met it in the Original World, didn’t he?”
Echoes fetched only the impression of hair hanging down over Romel’s face. But Jared knew that the smile concealed beneath the veil was as sardonic as it had been each time the swish-rope accomplished its mischievous purpose during an earlier era.
“I hid the cloth,” he began, “because—”
But Haverty persisted. “What would he gain by conspiring with a monster?”
There was yet another tug to be had from the swish-rope. “He’s Prime Survivor now, isn’t he?” Romel reminded with a laugh.
Jared lunged up. But two Elders halted his charge.
“That kind of outburst,” Averyman assured, “only makes the accusation seem more reasonable.”
Jared relaxed before the slab. “I hid the cloth because I wanted to study it later. I couldn’t very well bring it into the world without having to answer the same questions I’m answering now.”
“Reasonable,” Averyman grumbled. “And what about this matter of conspiring with the monster?”
“Would you say I’d have anything to gain if a monster kidnaped a Zivver?”
“Not personally, no.”
He told them about the invasion of the Upper Level by the two monsters.
“And why didn’t you say anything about this before?” Averyman asked somewhat indignantly after he had finished.
“For the same reason I’ve already given — I didn’t realize then that I wasn’t responsible for what was happening.”
After a moment Maxwell warned, “We certainly intend to check that story about the Zivver being carried off by monsters.”
“If you find out I’m lying, give me any length of sentence in the Punishment Pit.”
Averyman rose. “I think this hearing has taken up enough time for one period.”
“Hearing? Compost!” Jared swore. “Let’s quit sitting on our hands and go after the Prime Survivor!”
“Easy now,” Haverty soothed. “We don’t want to do anything rash. We may be dealing with Cobalt and Strontium themselves.”
“But they’ll be back!”
“At which time we’ll rely both on the Protectors we’ve posted at the entrance and on the Guardian for Exorcism.”
It was a stupid position born of deaf superstition. But Jared heard that he wouldn’t be able to budge them from it.
Later that period he withdrew to the Fenton Grotto to work on a formula for reallocating the remaining manna husk output among survivors and livestock. Hunched over the sandbox, he brushed the writing area smooth and began all over again with his stylus. But a violent sneeze swept the surface clean and he threw the instrument down in disgust.
He pushed the box aside and laid his head on the slab. Not only were the sniffles driving him out of his mind, but he also felt as though his head were stuffed with warm, moist wooL He’d had fever before, but not like this. Nor had he ever heard of anyone else being sick in this manner.
Leading his thoughts away from physical discomfort, he took cheer from the still unbelievable realization that no Divine Being stood in the way of his quest for Light. The monsters might resent his seeking Darkness and Light. But they could be resisted — if he could only find some way to get around their sleep-dealing powers.
It was tantalizing, too, how everything seemed to point toward some vast and incomprehensible pattern into which were woven so many material and immaterial things. What was the obscure relationship between the eyes and Light, Light and Darkness, Darkness and the Original World, the Original World and Radiation? The apparent linkage extended to the Twin Devils then, in a great circle, back again to the eyes and the Light-Darkness arrangement.
He found himself recalling Cyrus, the Thinker, who spent his time meditating in his grotto at the other end of the world. He remembered that gestations ago he had heard the old man express some novel ideas on Darkness. Perhaps it was those philosophic sessions that had suggested the search for Darkness — and Light — in the first place. And Jared knew he must talk with the Thinker again — soon.