Jared’s fever turned into a sudden chill, but he kept his attention on, the other’s words.
“Point number two,” Cyrus went on, his voice, now reflecting against a second upthrust finger. “If it’s so universal, then it must be completely undetectable through the senses.”
Disappointed, Jared sank back on the bench. If the Thinker were correct, he could never expect to find Darkness. “Then why would it exist at all?”
“It might be the medium by which sound is transmitted.”
They were both silent awhile.
“No, Jared. I don’t think you could ever expect to find Darkness anywhere in this universe.”
Eagerly, Jared asked, “Would there be less Darkness beyond infinity?”
“If you have our so-called Paradise in mind, then we can forget about Darkness as a physical medium. In that case I would say — yes, there must be less Darkness in Paradise since Paradise is supposed to be full of Light.”
“What’s your composite of Paradise?”
The Thinker laughed. “If you’ve an ear for the beliefs, you’ll have to admit it must have been wonderful. Man was supposed to be godlike. Thanks to the presence everywhere of Light, it was possible to know what lay ahead without smelling or hearing it. Nor did we have to go about feeling things. It was as though’ our senses were all rolled up into one and could be projected many times the distance that even the strongest voice carries.”
Jared sat there thinking how uninspiring had been this visit with Cyrus. He hadn’t even gotten encouragement in his quest for Light.
“Your Escort’s waiting,” the Thinker reminded.
“One more question: How do you explain the Optic Nerve Ceremony?”
“I don’t know. It bothers me too. And Light knows I’ve done enough thinking about it. But here’s something: Effective Excitation could be some sort of normal body function.”
“In what way?”
“Close your eyes — real tight. Now — what do you hear?”
“There’s a roaring noise in my ears.”
“Right. Now, suppose for generations we had to live in a place where there was no sound. Nobody now alive would have ever heard anything. But perhaps the legend of sound has been passed down — through a touch language, let’s say.”
“I don’t hear what—”
“Can you imagine that there might now be such a thing as an Excitation of the Hearing Nerve Ceremony? That’s what you just did when you tightened your facial muscles. And there might now be a Guardian of the Way who would make you squinch up your face and feel the Great Sound Almighty.”
Jared rose excitedly. “Those rings of silent sound we feel during Effective Excitation — you mean they might have a connection with something people once did with their eyes?”
He plainly caught Cyrus’ shrug as the Thinker said, “I mean nothing. I’m merely posing a theoretical question.”
The old man’s breathing became shallow with meditation.
Jared stepped toward the curtain, then paused and listened back in the direction of the Thinker. Long ago he had believed he might find less Darkness in the Original World and recognize it for what it was. But Cyrus had concluded Darkness was a universal medium which couldn’t be sensed.
Wasn’t it possible, however, that Light could have a canceling effect — could erase some of the Darkness? And if one were lucky enough to hear the cancellation taking place, might he not get a clue as to the nature of both Light and Darkness?
Then something vastly more important occurred to him: Cyrus had said the presence of Light Almighty in Paradise made it possible for man to “know what lay ahead without smelling or hearing it”!
Wasn’t that exactly what the Zivvers could do? Was it that the Zivvers, too, shared some peculiar relationship with Light — a relationship which they themselves probably didn’t even suspect?
He had already sensed an intrinsic association among Light, Darkness, the eyes, the Original World and the Twin Devils. Now it seemed he would have to include the Zivvers with that group. For, whenever they zivved, there must be less of something around them as a result of that zivving — just as there was less silence when a normal person listened to noise. And that lessness, in the Zivvers’ case, might well be the lessness he was seeking — a lessness of Darkness!
Recalling that Della was a Zivver, he was suddenly anxious to return to the Upper Level so he could keep an ear on her and perhaps hear what there was less of in her vicinity whenever she zivved.
Jared brushed the curtain aside.
“Good-by, son — and good luck,” Cyrus called, then sneezed.
Jared dismissed his Official Escort at the last bend before the entrance to the Upper Level. There would be no need for them to wait for the runner who had come ahead, since it had been decided that the man would remain here for a while.
In a way, he was glad to get rid of the others. The Captain had kept on complaining of a sore throat and another of the crew had coughed so much it was hard to hear the tones of the clickstones.
Moreover, those who had no complaint over personal discomfort had been on edge over the fact that they thought they detected the scent of the monster from time to time. Jared himself could smell nothing — not with his nose stopped up the way it was. Nor could he hear very much, since the general stuffiness in his head seemed to have extended to his ear passages too.
Shivering with a chill, he sounded his stones for maximum volume and staggered on down the passageway, wishing all the while that he’d reported in to the Injury Treatment Grotto instead of going on with Declaration of Unification Intentions.
He rounded the sweeping curve and paused, listening ahead. There was brisk activity up there — rock being cast down on top of rock, methodically but swiftly. Voices — the voices of two men mumbling in desperate tones, swearing and invoking the name of Light Almighty.
Rattling his pebbles more intently, he listened to the clicks echo against the men as they darted about collecting rocks and depositing them in a heap against one wall of the Upper Level entrance.
Then he realized he was hearing silent sound — in front of the pair! It was attached to the wall.
The small bundle of frozen echoes seemed to be plastered there and the men were frantically covering it up with stones. One of them belatedly heard Jared’s presence, shouted fearfully and bolted back into the world.
“It’s only Fenton — from the Lower Level,” the other called.
But it was audible that the man didn’t intend to return.
Jared started forward and drew back, dismayed. Again he was certain the screaming silence wasn’t reaching him through his ears. He was actually hearing (if that was the word for it) the stuff with his eyes! He proved that much by turning his head the other way; he instantly became altogether unaware of its presence.
When he turned back, the bundle of soundless noise was gone — completely. And it seemed significant that he had heard the man put the final rock on the pile, thereby finishing the echo barrier.
“You’d better get inside,” the other warned, “before the monster comes back!”
“What happened?”
Reflections of his words fetched a composite of the man raising a trembling hand to wipe perspiration off his face. “The monster didn’t take anyone this time. It only stayed out here swabbing the wall with—”
He screamed and shook his hand violently in front of him. Then he plunged deafly down the passage, sobbing, “Light Almighty!”
Jared readily heard what had frightened the other. The palm of his hand was full of the roaring silence!
He advanced curiously on the rock pile. But a seizure of coughing drove home the realization of how sick he was and he stumbled on into the Upper Level World.