Damen turned away. He walked with Erwal to the teepee’s open entrance, speaking softly. He cupped her cheek in his massive hand… and then ducked out of the teepee. Erwal tied up the flap behind him.
“Erwal… I…”
“Don’t talk.” Her voice was harsh with crying. She bathed his face.
He closed his eyes.
When he woke it was night. His grandmother was watching over him, her face a wrinkled mask of reassurance in the alcohol lamp’s smoky light.
“How are you?”
Teal probed, wincing, at his ribs. “Still here. Where’s Damen?”
Allel rested a birdlike hand on his shoulder. “Not here. Take it easy.” She laughed softly. “What a pair. You, the hopeless dreamer… just like I was at your age. And Damen reminds me of my mother. A hard-headed, practical, obstinate — so-and-so.”
The old woman’s quaint Home accent was like balm to Teal. He struggled to sit up; Allel arranged the blanket of soft leather over Teal’s bound-up ribs. “You’re not too badly hurt,” she said. “Just a bit flattened. Your wife’s left you some broth: boiled-up mummy-cow meat buds. See? Come on, let me feed you.”
“Thanks…”
Allel pulled a stone knife from her belt. She’d owned that knife all Teal’s life; Teal knew it was one of the few remembrances Allel had brought with her on her last journey from her home world. Now she used the blunt edge of the knife to ladle broth into Teal’s cracked mouth.
“She worries about you, you know. Erwal.”
Teal nodded ruefully through the food.
“Not good for her in her condition.” Allel’s voice was as dry as a rustle of leaves.
“I know. But I had to go, you know, grandmother. I had to try—”
“To save the world?” The old woman smiled, not unkindly. “Yes, just like I was… or,” she continued, “perhaps you are a bit tougher. I crossed the Gap with my mother — that was adventure enough — but I’d never have dreamed of challenging the Sun itself…”
Allel’s rheumy eyes peered into the wavering light of a lamp. “There are so many differences between Home and Shell. We had no mummy-cows to feed us, you know. Only cow-trees. And we spoke a different language. It took me long enough to learn yours, I can tell you, and my mother wouldn’t even try…
“I wonder if all these differences were intended, somehow. Perhaps the Sun was meant to fail. Perhaps there’s a plan to force us to cross the Gap, to mix our blood and toughen ourselves—”
Teal pushed away the knife and lay back on his rustling pallet. He’d heard all this before. “Maybe, but such speculation won’t help us find a way out of the trap the world’s become. Will it?”
Allel shrugged mildly. “Perhaps not. But the alternative is ignorance — which can only drive you to spectacular suicide. Such as by crashing into the Sun in a leather balloon.”
Teal found himself blushing under his blisters.
“Before you can find a way out of the world you need to understand its nature.” She wagged a bony finger. “Are you prepared to be a little patient, and do a bit of thinking?”
Teal smiled and propped himself up on one elbow.
Allel put aside the bowl of broth and settled herself onto a mat beside the pallet, cross-legged. “When I wasn’t much younger than you, my mother took me on a long walk to an old abandoned City to the north of Home. And there I learned something of the nature of our world.
“The world is a box. We locked ourselves into a huge box to escape from the Xeelee, whatever they are. But the nature of this box is quite remarkable.”
Teal gathered the blanket tighter around his aching chest. “Go on.”
Allel pulled up a section of the leather mat beneath her and bunched it into a rough globe. “Here’s a model of the world. Let’s imagine there are insects living on this globe.” Her fingers trotted comically over the globe; Teal smiled. “They’re perfectly happy in their little world, never imagining the mysteries above or below them. Yes?
“Now. I think the world we came from is a flat place, somewhere… else. Just like the rest of this mat — a flat place that goes on forever, and contains stars and Xeelee.”
She pointed at the place where the globe joined the mat, encased in her spidery fist. “The worlds must touch, as these models do here. We have to find such a place. A place where you can walk out of our world and into the original… a door to fold through.”
Teal nodded slowly. “Yes — yes, I understand. But where would such a door be?”
“Ah.” Allel smoothed the mat and stretched her withered legs. “That’s the question. Surely it could only be in one of the old Cities, at the northern extremes of the worlds… But nobody on either world knows of anything that sounds remotely like a door. No human, anyway.”
Allel dropped her eyes, wrinkles clustering around her mouth. “And there’s another question. Sometimes I think it would be better not to find the door. There’s so much we don’t know about the past. Why not? Suppose it’s been deliberately forgotten. Suppose we shouldn’t try to find out about the world, the Xeelee… about ourselves. Perhaps it’s better not to know—”
But Teal wasn’t listening. “What did you mean, ‘no human’?”
Allel smiled at Teal. “Nobody here pays much attention to mummy-cows, you know. They’re taken for granted… just walking meat and milk dispensers, a source of muscle power… but they were a real novelty to me when I arrived. And I’ve spent a lot of my time listening to their songs.”
“But mummy-cows are so simple.”
“Maybe. But they’re almost as old as mankind. No? And they’ve remembered some things we seem to have forgotten.”
Teal grabbed his grandmother’s arm, forgetting his pain. “Do they say where the door is? Tell me.”
“Not quite. Take it easy, now. But… there is a song about a place, somewhere to the north of this world. A place called the Eight Rooms.
“Seven of those rooms are strange enough, the song says. And when you’ve found your way through them to the Eighth—”
“What? What’s in the Eighth?”
Allel’s grooved face was neutral.
Teal found his mouth gaping. “I’ve got to go there,” he said. “That’s what you’re telling me, isn’t it? I have to find these Eight Rooms.” He pushed back the blanket.
Allel’s thin hands fluttered against Teal’s shoulders. “Now, not so fast. You’re not going anywhere for a while—”
“Or ever.”
Allel jumped. The new voice was flat and harsh; a massive figure swathed in quilted leather stood over Teal’s bunk.
“Damen.” Teal subsided back with a sinking heart. “How long have you been in here? How much did you hear?”
“Enough. I’m surprised you didn’t notice me coming in; I nearly blew the damn lamps out.” Damen’s bearded face was full of stern concern. “Grandmother, you should be ashamed, pumping his head full of this rubbish. Brother, I’m telling you now you’re not leaving this village again. Not ever; not while I’m alive — not unless you get yourself exiled, anyway…
“Damn it, man, Erwal’s a good woman.” His voice grew soft with unconscious envy. “Yes, a good woman. And she’s bearing your kid. You can’t go chasing sunbeams anymore.”
Allel wiped off her stone knife and began picking at her fingernails.
Damen squeezed his brother’s shoulder with his great mat of a hand. “You just work at getting healthy.” He stood straight and walked to the teepee flap. “I’m sorry to be so tough, little brother,” he said awkwardly, “but it’s for your own good.” He pulled the flap closed behind him.