"Ah, Bego, you knew I was teasing, I hope," said Akma. "Forgive me, old friend?"
"I forgive you everything, every time," said Bego wearily. "Everyone does, so why do you bother to ask anymore?"
"And do I offend so often that forgiving me should be a habit?" asked Akma, with more than a little pain in his smile this time. It made Mon want to clap an arm around his shoulders, grip him hard, assure him that no one took offense. How does he do that!
"You offend no more often than any other brilliant and undisciplined and leisured and lazy young man of twenty years," said Bego. "Now, here, in the middle of this grassy field. If you look not to be overheard, here we are."
"Ah," said Mon, pointing overhead. "Have you- overlooked the prying eyes from above?"
"The fixed star," said Bego. "Yes, yes, well, they say the Oversoul sees through roofs and leaves and solid earth, so what does it matter."
Akma threw himself to the ground and landed immediately in the grass in an elegant sprawl that would have looked practiced in anyone less lithe and natural. "Who knows how many hundreds of digger tunnels intersect under this meadow?" he asked.
"It's not a meadow," said Mon. "It's my father's park, and no one is allowed to dig under it."
"Oh, then we know that even the earthworms shy away from the boundaries," said Akma.
Mon laughed in spite of himself. "So, Father's authority isn't universal."
"Why are we here?" asked Bego. "Sitting isn't my most comfortable perch."
"But Bego," said Akma, "humans and angels and diggers are all alike now, didn't you know? The Keeper has spoken."
"Well, the Keeper had better give me a new bottom if he wants me to set it on chairs or other miserably uncomfortable places," said Bego.
"Mon and I have been thinking," said Akma.
"The two of you together?" asked Bego. "Then perhaps you have woven a thought, if you've done it long and often enough."
"We've been studying the histories of the Heroes. And the history that the Zenifi found thirteen years ago."
"The Rasulum," said Bego.
"And we wanted to try out an idea on you," said Mon.
"Which you couldn't do in my study? Perhaps immediately after I gave school to the youngest of the king's boys?"
"Our question is possibly treasonable," said Akma.
Bego immediately fell silent.
"We know that you have respect for scientific inquiry, and would never report us. But who knows what might get said by someone else, overhearing us? Perhaps exaggerating what was said?"
"What possible treason can there be in the ancient records?" asked Bego.
"If we're right," said Akma, "then we think you've been trying to hint about this for about ten years."
"I don't hint," said Bego. "And if you want to know whether you're right, it's Mon who has the gift of certitude."
"Well, that's the problem," said Mon. "If we're right, then there's no reason to trust in that supposed gift of mine. And if we're wrong, well, we get the same answer-no certainty from me."
"So we ask you," said Akma.
"You think that your own gift from the Keeper might be imaginary?" asked Bego, incredulous.
"I think that many things can come to someone's mind out of hysteria," said Mon.
"Or even some keen natural insight," said Akma. "For instance, that famous, unforgettable time when Mon helped you translate the Rasulum leaves. Who's to say that he didn't reach his certainties of right and wrong by unconsciously interpreting your own gestures, movements, vocal intonation, facial expressions."
"What good would that do him?" said Bego. "I didn't know."
"Perhaps you knew, but didn't know that you knew," said Akma.
Bego riffled his wings in a shrug.
"What we've been doing, Akma and I, is trying to see if there's anything in the ancient records that constitutes actual proof that there even is a Keeper of Earth."
"No one doubts that there's a Keeper," said Bego. "Look at the histories," said Akma. "All the records from the early Heroes say that all human life had been dispersed from Earth-that until the Keeper brought the Heroes here from the place called Harmony or Basilica-the record is ambiguous-"
"Basilica is the name of the fixed star," said Bego, "and Harmony is the name of the planet orbiting that star."
"Say the scholars," said Akma. "Who know nothing more than we do, since they reach all their conclusions from the same records. And I say the record of the Heroes is obviously wrong. There were people here, the Rasulum."
Bego shrugged. "That has caused a little consternation among the scholars."
"Come on," said Mon. "That's the very fact you keep throwing in our faces every time we discuss history. You want us to discover something from it so don't play innocent now."
Akma went on. "What if humans never left this world at all? What if humans were simply forced to stay away from the gornaya during the era when it was being lifted up by volcanos and earthquakes? The Heroes talk of how there was once a time when the land masses were getting folded into each other and raised high, the tallest mountains in the world. So what if that was what gave rise to the legend of the dispersal? No humans in the gornaya, therefore no humans in the world-but actually humans to the north, in the prairie lands. Then there's a terrible war, and as many humans as can, flee from the Rasulum. Some of them brave the old tabus and come into the gornaya. Perhaps they even come by boat, but they're afraid the gods they worship-the Oversoul and the Keeper of Earth-will be angry at them for doing it, so they talk of having come from the stars instead of from Opustoshen."
"Then why is the language of the leaves so different from our language?" asked Bego.
"Because it hasn't been a mere four hundred or five hundred years since the time of the Heroes. In fact they split off from the Rasulum a thousand years ago, perhaps more. And the languages grew more and more different, until nothing was alike."
"And what does that have to do with angels and diggers?" asked Bego.
"Nothing at all!" cried Mon. "Don't you see? The humans came and dominated everybody, and forced their gods on everybody. But didn't the diggers worship gods that the angels made for them? And didn't the angels have their own gods to worship? None of this Keeper nonsense. The angels and diggers evolved separately here in the gornaya while the humans stayed away in the land northward."
"What about the stories of Shedemei discovering some strange organ in all the sky people and all the earth people that forced us to remain together?" asked Bego.
"The story says that she caused you all to get sick and it made those organs disappear from your children," said Akma. "So now, conveniently enough, there's not a lick of evidence left that those organs ever existed."
"All the stories use for evidence things that can't be checked now," said Mon. "That's a standard rhetorical trick-one that any fool can expose in a public debate or trial. The new star in the sky is Basilica- but how do we know that star wasn't there all along?"
"The records are ambiguous about that," said Bego. "The only evidence we do have," said Akma, "is a flat contradiction of the records of the Heroes. They said there were no other humans on Earth when they arrived. But we have the bones of Opustoshen and the leaves of the Rasulum to prove otherwise. Don't you see? The only evidence denies everything."
Bego looked at them placidly. "Well, this certainly is treasonous," he finally said.
"But it doesn't have to be," said Akma. "That's what I've been explaining to Mon. His father's authority comes from being a direct descendant of the first Nafai. That part of the record isn't being questioned. The kingdom is not challenged."