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Cards of Grief
Jane Yolen

For Georgia and Milton and all the cloud-filled skies

ARCHIVIST’S REPORT

H
ERE ARE THE PRELIMINARY
tapes and reports on our one-hundred-year study of Henderson’s IV, known in the common tongue as L’Lal’lor, the Planet of the Grievers.

As with all one-hundred-year studies, the first fifty are done SS (Surreptitious Surveillance), including planet mapping, flora and fauna studies, geologic probes, infrared night photography. Whenever there is a viable intelligence within the native populations, we also implant long-lived voice-activated recorders randomly which aid in the study of language and culture.

The second fifty years consist of open visits by anthropologists, linguists, historians, but always AD (Arm’s Distance). We are observers only. We try not to influence the history of a planet or contaminate a living culture, but occasionally—as in the contact with the inhabitants of Henderson’s IV—mistakes are made.

In this particular study, it is essential to keep in mind that life aboard the space lab accounts for one year per ten on planetfall due to the Hulanlocke Rotational Device, so that this one-hundred-year study took ten years subjective or labtime.

These preliminary tapes are not arranged chronologically but in a manner that will allow the listener to understand the nature of the culture contamination.

Planetfall:
Henderson’s IV is a water planet with only one major continental land mass.

Species contacted:
“High intelligence life forms; humanoid; two distinct morphs; two distinct sexes.

Society:
Clan format; six great endomorphic families representing general labor groups ruled by seventh which is ectomorphic and near barren; matriarchal descent pattern; blocked technology at approximately Bronze; high artistic levels.

Biology, Geology:
Reports to come.

Histo-Archeologist’s Synoptic:
There is strong geologic evidence of a catastrophic flood having covered the face of the planet within the last millennium, said evidence supported by oral tradition of the master singers and poets. Said flood left only the highest mountains untouched. (See work entitled
Shells in Strata,
sub. 4 Geologist’s Report.) Those mountaintops are honeycombed with enormous caves that lead into unlit fuliginous-sided caverns filled with fossilized tree residue, evidence of hearthfires. The surrounding valleys retain humanoid bones in a scattered pattern suggesting exposure rather than burial as the prime manner of disposing of the dead. Modern L’Lal’lorians, with their cat’s eyes and fine night sight, with their culture emphasis on caves as a place of dying but not of burial, are a logical consequence both physically and culturally of a cave-dwelling past.

The matriarchal system is an outgrowth of the small live-birth ratio and early infant death syndrome, i.e., females, the bearers, are highly valued. Since the flood at least, only a small section of land has been salvaged from—or given up by—the sea; the population has grown only enough to comfortably fill the island continent. The people are in-bred, the resultant culture homogenous. The only thing that keeps the breed as hardy as it is is the custom of polyandry and of sending the nearly sterile male Royals on a long coming-of-age journey, ostensibly for gaining cultural perspective. In fact it encourages a mixing of the small gene pool and the occasional resultant ectomorphs are nearly always the most talented and intelligent of their groups, taking on leadership roles easily.

Anthropologist’s Synoptic:
This grief-centered culture is not to be confused with the death-centered societies such as those found on Atropos or Maytec or our own early Egyptian. Rather the L’Lal’lorians revere life and do not fear death, though they live life in a kind of gray haze, without laughter or passion. Still, there is no war nor any racial memory of large conflicts, no infanticide, little murder except where ordered by the ruler, no theft. There is, however, a form of suicide widely practiced by the older L’Lal’lorians as an escape from any wasting terminal illnesses. It is ritualized, painless, and quick. Confession before such a death is important and the choice of the confessor not often left to chance.

The grieving, which is as much art as religion, is the L’Lal’lorian way of remembering, an artistic bid for continuity, for they believe in no substantial afterlife and there is no evidence whatsoever of a belief in reincarnation. Unlike our own seventeenth-century poet Thomas Carew who wrote, “Grief is a puddle and reflects not cleare,” grieving for the L’Lal’lorians is a clear reflection of their societal needs and a recording of their prehistory in caves. And while at first glance it may seem no more than a parody of Earth customs such as tomb decoration (N.B. Falkowitz’s essay on Italian grave decor,
The Journal of the Folklore Society,
1997:2) or a trade show (N.B. Morrissey-White “A Study in the Ad Biz,” Harvard Press Monographic Series 2037), this planet is an untouched humanoid society and we have been First Contact. The customs are their own.

To observe, to study, to learn: those are the words of the Anthropologist’s Guild.

Note****Note****Note**** Culture Contact Contamination by Anthropologist First Class Aaron Spenser, B.S., M.S., Ph.D., Star Certificate 9876433680K. Court Martial records herewith. Sentence five years space lab, equal to fifty years on-planet. In his favor, Anthropologist First Class Spenser’s work on the culture of Henderson’s IV has been invaluable and while he has since GN (gone native), it is included in the Synoptic and elsewhere.

Enclosed prelim tapes and studies

Tape 1: The Seven Grievers, Part I

Tape 2: In the Hall of Grief

Tape 3: The Singer of Dirges

Tape 4: The Seven Grievers, Part II

Tape 5: Prince of Traitors

Tape 6: The Seven Grievers, Part III

Tape 7: Betrayals

Tape 8: The Man Without Tears (Court Martial)

Tape 9: Queen of Shadows

Tape 10: Child of Earth and Sky

Tape 11: Transmission to Command

Tape 12: Cards of Grief

A Note from the Author

A Biography of Jane Yolen

Tape 1: THE SEVEN GRIEVERS, PART I

Place
: Queen’s Hall of Grief, Room of Instruction

Time
: Queen’s Time 23, Thirteenth Matriarchy; labtime 2132.5+
A.D.

Speaker
: Queen’s Own Griever to the apprentices, including Lina-Lania

Permission
: No permission, preset, voice-activated

T
HIS IS THE SONG
of the Seven Grievers, the seven great families of L’Lal’lor, from the days and nights of the sky’s grieving to the very moment of my tongue’s speaking. I have held these dolorous chants in my mind and in my heart against the time when, as the Queen’s Own Griever, I may have to wail for the wasting of our land once again.

The first time our land died it was in water; but of water we may speak only at birth when water gushes forth unbidden from the cave of the womb, or at grieving when the waters flow at our bidding from our sorrowing eyes.

The next time the land dies, say the prophesies, will be when we forget to grieve.

It is written in the sky; it is written in the rocks; it is written in the sea; it is written on our hearts. But nowhere is it to be written down in any scripting of our own devising, for such is forbidden lest we then forget how to read it. To hold in the mouth is to remember; to set down is to forget. This sacred knowledge, therefore, must be passed Griever to Griever, Master to Master, mouth to ear, down through all time.

Hear then, listen well. My word is firm, firmer than sleep or the Cup that carries it, firmer than the strength of heroes. My voice makes the telling true. To listen, to remember, is to know.

Before the weeping of the sky, the land was soft and plentiful and there was no grief. Light bathed the land always and there was no division between the day and the night, between the bright and the dark. So there was no cold, no hunger, no hurt, and no dying. The world was called L’Lal’ladia, the Place of Blessing and Rejoicing.

But the People grew tired of such beauty and constant light. They turned to the dark of the caves and to games of chance. They pricked blood from their own arms to count the flow. And so the very skies began to weep blood. For one hundred times one hundred days water fell from the cloudless sky, first red and then clear, until the bowl of the world was filled with it. And all but two who dwelled in L’Lal’ladia and were called the People were drowned. Those two were a man and a woman, and he past the years of seeding. Even the light itself was put out, like a candle between wet fingers, leaving but a gray sooty smudge in the sky.

Then there crept from the caves in the highest mountains a second people called Night-Seers who lit watchfires in the day that lifted smoke into the now darkening sky. They sang their heavy songs and they called to the blackness and there was no rejoicing in their hearts. And for one hundred times one hundred nights the world turned black and was lit only by the softly falling stars.

The one arose from the Night-Seers and said, “Let us cast down great stones into the water that we may frighten it back from the land.”

So one by one they rolled down great stones until the water was thrust back, leaving a land that was black as night and rich with the meat of fish and covered with strange bones.

And the smell of that land was strong and hunger called down a few of the Night-Seers onto the plains where they went about, back and forth, through the mud and left the marks of their feet and the prints of their hands as if carved deep into stone. And these few took up their lives on the muddy flats.

And a few of the Night-Seers were called on farther by the salt smell of the sea and followed the receding water to the place where sea and land met and wrestled for the ruling. Here the few Night-Seers stopped and cast their nets far into the water and pulled in their livings from the sea.

But the rest of the Night-Seers still hid in the shadows of the mountains, for they swore they knew the hilly wastes best and there they lived forever.

So the first of the Seven Grievers were these:

Lands
, who live on the plains, stockmen and farmers, harrowers and pigkeepers, tillers of soil and grinders of grain.

Waters
, who dwell by the sea and harvest with cunningly wrought nets the little finny creatures that swim close to shore.

Rocks
, who live in the shadow of the mountains and carve out the face of the stone, crafting jewels and gems, and building blocks.

But from the time of the hundred times a hundred days and the hundred times a hundred nights, and in memory of the time the sky itself wept first blood and then rain, grieving has been the way of remembering and the one great art of our world. And the world is no longer called L’Lal’ladia, the Place of Blessing and Rejoicing’; but is called L’Lal’loria, the Place of the Grievers.

Selah.

Tape 2: IN THE HALL OF GRIEF

Place
: Cave #27

Time
: King’s Time 1, First Patriarchy; labtime 2137.5+
A.D.

Speaker
: Lina-Lania, known as the Gray Wanderer, to her apprentice Grenna

Permission
: None, preset, voice-activated

I
WAS THIRTEEN SUMMERS,
the last turning of childhood, when Great-grandmother became ill. She was exiled upstairs to the windowless room under the thatch to practice lying in darkness. So it is with the very old whose lives are spent in dusk, just as newborns must learn to live in the dawn.

It was not Great-grandmother’s illness that made me eligible to enter the Hall of Grief but my own signs of adulthood: the small breasts just beginning to bud, the fine curlings of hair in the cave places of my body, the rush of fresh blood from the untested nest of my womb.

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