"We have a song for it. It is-" She sang it, then rushed on in English, as if she felt time were against her and she would once again fail to reach him. "In translation, that is, roughly, 'Those-who-might-one-day-sing,' or, more literally, 'Those-who-can-understand-Titanides.' If they want to. The word grows unwieldy, I fear.
"Cirocco is such a human. You have not felt one-hundredth of her heat. Gaby was one. Robin is. A handful of people back in Titantown. The settlement we passed in Crius. And you. If you were not, I could no more love you than a stone, and I love you fabulously."
That was a funny way to put it, Chris thought. And: what a coincidence that all four of us possessed this elusive quality. And again: it's such a shame, because she's a great person, but how do I tell her ...?
But that was all swept away by a feeling Chris was later to describe as like a drowning man's having his life pass before him all in an instant, or possibly the flash of genius that is so often spoken of-with a corollary that read "How have I been an idiot for so long"-and, in the end, might best be expressed as the sudden realization that he loved her fabulously, too.
She saw the flash of his emotion-if he had wanted proof of her propositions, that would have been it, but he didn't need it-and while he was trying to think of something more intelligent to say than "I love you, too," she kissed him.
"I told you you loved me," she said, and he nodded, wondering if he would ever stop grinning.
Knowing the processes of Titanide birth was not the same thing as understanding the linked minds of the mother and child. Nor did Chris comprehend the nature of that link. He pestered her with questions about it, and determined that, yes, she could ask Serpent a question and he could answer it, and no, Serpent could not tell her if he knew how to speak English.
"He thinks in pictures and song," she explained. "The song is not translatable except emotionally; in a sense Titanide song never is, and that's why no human has been able to compile a dictionary of Titanide. I hear and see what he thinks."
"Then how did you ask him what he wanted to be named?"
"I pictured the instruments it was feasible to make down here and played them in my mind. When his awareness indicated delight, I knew he was Serpent."
"Does he know about me?"
"He knows you very well. He doesn't know your name. He will ask that quite soon after birth. He is aware that I love you."
"He knows that I'm human?"
"He knows it very well."
"What does he think about that? Will it be a problem?"
Valiha smiled at him. "He will be born without prejudice. From that point, it is up to you."
She was lying on her side in a comfortable spot Chris had prepared. The birth was close, and Valiha was serene, delighted, in no pain. Chris knew he was acting as badly as any first-time father outside the delivery room and could not help it.
"I guess I still don't understand a lot of things," he admitted. "Will he come out, sit up, and start offering his opinions on the price of coffee in Crius, or will there be a goo-goo and ga-ga stage?"
Valiha laughed, paused for a moment while the muscles of her belly worked like a hand squeezing a water balloon, and took a sip of water.
"He will be weak and confused," she said. "He will see much and say nothing. He is not truly intelligent at this point. It is as if his thinking pathways have been packed in grease for shipment, needing to be cleansed upon arrival before use. But then..." She paused, listening to something Chris could not hear, then smiled.
"You'll have to let that wait," she said. "He is almost here, and there is a ritual I must perform, passed down through my chord for generations."
"Sure, go ahead," he said hastily.
"Please indulge me," she said. "I could do it with beauty in my own song, but since he will speak English, I've decided to break with tradition and sing it in that language ... also because you are here. But I'm not sure of my ability to make it beautiful in English, so my prose might sound awkward in-"
"Don't apologize to me, for God's sake," he said, waving his hands. "Get on with it. There may not be time."
"Very well. The first part is set, and I merely quote. I add my own words at the end." She licked her lips and looked into space.
"'Yellow as the Sky Are the Madrigals.'" She began to sing.
"'In the beginning was God, and God was the wheel, and the wheel was Gaea.
And Gaea took from her body a lump of flesh and made of it the first Titanides and gave them to know that Gaea was God.
The Titanides did not dispute her.
They spoke to Gaea, saying, "What would you have us do?"
And Gaea replied, "Have no other Gods but me.
Be fruitful and multiply, but be aware that space is limited.
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
Know that when you die, you return to dust.
And do not come to me with your problems. I will not help you."
And thus the Titanides received the burden of free will.
" 'Among the first was one called Sarangi of the Yellow Skin.
He went with many others to the great tree and saw that it was good.
In time he was to found the Madrigal Chord.
He looked out upon the world and knew that life tasted sweet, yet one day he would die.
This thought was a sad one, but he remembered what Gaea had said and wondered if he could live on.
He loved Dambak, Violone, and Waldhorn. The four of them sang the Sharped Mixolydian Quartet, and Sarangi became the hindmother of Piccolo. Dambak was the forefather, Violone the foremother, and Waldhorn the hindfather.'"
The song went on in that vein for some time. Chris listened more to the music than the words because the lists of names had little meaning for him. Descent was traced exclusively through the hind-mother, though the other parents were always mentioned.
Chris could not have traced his parentage back through ten generations as Valiha proceeded to do, yet he knew his forebears went back through thousands or millions of generations to apes or Adam and Eve. With Valiha, ten generations was the entire story. Serpent would be the eleventh. It brought home more forcefully than anything he had heard just what it was to be a Titanide, a member of a race that knew it was created. While he did not know how accurate the opening words of her song were, they could be literally true. The Titanides had been created around the year 1935. Even an oral tradition could cope with that time span, and the Titanides were meticulous record keepers.
But the song was more than just a list of her hindmothers and the ensembles they had used to produce the next generation. She sang songs of each, sometimes lapsing into the purity of Titanide, more often staying in English. She listed the brave and good things they had done but did not omit failings. He heard tales of suffering from the years of the Titanide-Angel War. Then the Wizard arrived, and the songs, more often than not, mentioned the stratagems employed to attract her attention to proposals at Carnival.
"'... and Tabla was favored of the Wizard.
Singing the Aeolian Solo, she gave birth to Valiha, of whom little has thus far been sung and who will leave the singing of her song to future generations.
Valiha loved Hichiriki, born by the Phrygian Quartet in another branch of the Madrigal Chord, and Cymbal, a Lydian Trio from the Prelude Chord.
They quickened the life of Serpent (Double-flatted Mixolydian Trio) Madrigal, who will sing his own song'"
She stopped, cleared her throat, and looked down at her hands.