“Your presence honours me,” said Darvin. “My disorderly office, I fear, is unprepared for such a guest, but if you would deign to enter, the freedom of it is yours.”
Another glint in Lenoen’s eye assured Darvin that he had caught the right note, and that the formality of self-deprecation amused the stranger as much as himself. He pushed the door open and ushered Lenoen within.
“Take a perch,” he said. “Or a seat.”
Lenoen chose a seat by the table, and watched in silence as Darvin prepared tea. It was only after his first sip — at which he failed to quite suppress a wince — that he spoke again. “You feigned surprise at your renown,” he said, “but I can affirm that you need do so no more. Your name is between the teeth of every sky-watcher in the South who is more than a scryer of portents.”
“You astonish me,” said Darvin. He dreaded what was to come next. “My sole contribution to the science is the discovery of a handful of the Camp-Followers. Are they, perhaps, of some astrological significance unknown to me?”
Lenoen’s beaded bristles rattled. “To fence well takes a balanced sword,” he said.
Darvin set down his cup. “You catch me off guard,” he said.
Lenoen nodded. He opened his satchel and withdrew a sheaf of papers, from which he selected a stiff, glossy sheet and placed it on the table. Darvin stepped over and looked at it. White spots speckled the shiny black background. In the centre, small but distinct, lay an irregular blob, whitish with dark spots. It was the clearest and largest picture of an asteroid that Darvin had ever seen. For a moment he hoped against hope that this impressive achievement was all that his visitor had come to show.
“That is a photograph of one of what you call the Camp-Followers,” said Lenoen. He laid on top of it a similar sheet. “Here we see another.”
In the centre of this one was a long rectangle with a triangular point at each end. Though fuzzy — it was at the limits of magnification — the object tantalised with a hint of internal structure, of lines and panels.
“More of the same.”
One after another, Lenoen slapped down eight-and-four more sheets. They showed the object — the Object, Darvin knew with cold certainty — from a variety of angles that made it obvious that it was a cylinder with two conical ends.
“This,” said Lenoen, “is the distant, decelerating celestial object of which you spoke in the now justly famous paper by you and your esteemed colleague Orro.”
“I’m astounded,” said Darvin. “Our best telescopes can resolve it to no more than a dot.”
Lenoen leaned back and looked Darvin in the eye. “You are surprised at the resolution, but not at the shape revealed?”
Darvin knew he had blundered. “Hints of structure have been inferred,” he said. “From, ah, changes in its albedo and… and so forth.”
“And so forth,” said the Southerner. “I do not doubt it.” He tweaked the elaborate bow at his knee. “May I ask what the astronomers of this great Reach of mighty Seloh’s think it is?”
“I don’t know,” said Darvin. “There has been little discussion of it. None, if I am honest.”
Lenoen raised his brows.
“I speak the truth,” said Darvin. He waved a hand at teetering stacks of offprints. “See for yourself — take the papers, I’ll be glad to have them off my hands.” A thought occurred to him. “How did you come across ours? Do you receive the physics wire?”
“Not directly,” said Lenoen. “Until telegraph wires are strung across the equatorial ocean, we must perforce rely on copies of the prints. Which make their way to us, by one or other route.” He slapped his knee, setting the fixed ribbon ornament aflutter. “But enough. What is your own opinion?”
“I suppose,” said Darvin, “that some gigantic crystal, formed in the far reaches of the system by processes beyond our ken, could perhaps account—”
Lenoen guffawed. “I beg your pardon,” he said, “but I remind you of the proverb of the sword. You slash, you flail, you are in danger of spinning out of the sky.”
“Sir,” said Darvin, “it is I who should ask pardon of you. Despite appearances, I do not trifle with you. Let me say only that an obligation heavier than that to science overshadows me.”
“I quite understand,” said Lenoen. “I too am loyal to my lord. Hailed be the name of Narr! Very well. Let me tell you what the sky-watchers of the Southern Rule make of it, if I may.”
“Please do,” said Darvin.
“It’s a ship from another star,” said Lenoen. “Probably the one you call Stella Proxima.”
Darvin said nothing. His mouth was too dry for speech anyway.
“Its arrival in our system,” Lenoen went on, “is probably connected with a number of anomalous incidents of the last year or so — odd aerial phenomena, strange portents, the recent outbreaks of fire, malformed beasts, the birth of a trudge kit with the power of human speech, the—”
“A trudge kit with — what?” asked Darvin.
“Speech,” said Lenoen. He waved a hand. “A rustic rumour, I must admit, recounted in one of our sensational prints. Still, I am struck once more with what it takes to surprise you.”
Darvin spread his hands. “In our fencing you leave me, I fear, a broken heap on the ground. But I am sworn to silence on such matters as you mention.”
“Yes indeed,” said Lenoen. He stood up and began to pace around. “Let us talk about that silence of yours. I expected it. I encountered this week a similar silence on the other side of the channel.”
“You’ve just been to Gevork?”
“Yes. In the port of Low Lassir, and upriver to High Lassir, where I spoke both with Gevorkian astronomers and with the embassy of the Roost of Man. It is of the latter I would speak, for a moment.” He sighed and sat down again, his silvered claws tapping the floor in a manner that betrayed some unease. “You are aware, I take it, of the state of affairs between the Reach, the Realm, and the Rule?”
Darvin shook his head. “I take small interest in politics,” he said. “The subject repels me.”
“The ways of the starry heavens are indeed more uplifting,” said the Southerner. “However, as a court sky-watcher, it unfortunately behooves me to keep one eye on affairs here below. The merchants and adventurers of both your great reaches of the Sundered Continent knock upon the doors of our trade with ever greater importunity and, if I may say so, impertinence. And in those narrow doorways, and indeed in other entrances less regular, they jostle each other and trample the unwary. Their rivalry alarms the wise among us. Our emissaries and… travellers… to Northern shores have noted indications that the alien presence has become an object and occasion for a rivalry as intense as it is covert. On this, the wise among us are on the verge of beating their heads with clenched claws!”
He raised a hand and rose again to his feet, then stooped over the table on which the astronomical photographs were spread, as if to spare Darvin the shame of avoiding his eyes. “You need not comment. I come here only to pay my respects, and as a token of it to give you these photographs of your wonderful and never to be forgotten discovery of the extraordinary and remarkable ship.”
“Thank you,” said Darvin. “Your kindness overwhelms me.”
The Southerner placed some more paper on the table. “I have also,” said Lenoen, turning around and straightening, “left you a humble attempt at an interpretation of the object. A woodcut diagram, with captions, and a page or two of explication. Perhaps fanciful, but a preliminary effort, for your justly critical but, I hope, indulgent perusal.”
“Once again, you are too kind.”
“Not at all,” said Lenoen. He edged past the table. “On the contrary, I am clinging by a single claw to the limits of the courtesy due one scientist to another, let alone to my sense of honour and self-respect.” He pushed open the window and put a foot on the frame. “I tremble to tell you that even as we speak, copies of these photographs, and of our interpretation of them, are being distributed by our merchant seamen to the representatives of your local press at the quay, and at this same moment by our emissaries in Lassir to the popular press, such as it is, of Gevork.” He stood on the ledge, speaking over his shoulder. “I ask your pardon for the presumption, your understanding for its necessity, and offer my thanks for your time and your tea, and bid you, without further ado, farewell.”