False Horizon (9 page)

Annja crested the steps and took a breath. She hadn’t realized quite how troubling they would be, and even after resorting to taking them two at a time, she still found herself struggling to keep up with Tuk. The smaller man seemed to simply float up the stairs with no problem. Not for the first time, Annja had a pretty good indication of how it felt to be different from the world around you.

As they came off the steps at the top, she marveled at the brilliance of the red tapestries fluttering in the tropical winds. Their finery could not be underestimated, she decided. They looked nothing like any of the fabrics she had seen during her many travels. But she did have the feeling that they were all handmade. There didn’t seem to be any type of machinery present in this place so far.

Stone thrones in an open pavilion in front of her beckoned them. Tuk walked ahead and Annja rushed to stay beside him. As they got closer, Annja could see that two of the thrones were occupied. An old man sat on the one to her right and the throne on the far left had an old woman seated there.

The throne in the middle was empty.

The smiles the old man and woman wore were indescribable in that they seemed to contain more joy than Annja thought possible. Tears rolled down their faces as they watched Tuk approach them.

They exchanged a glance and their smiles grew even broader. The old man lifted his hand and urged Tuk forward to a spot on the pavilion ten feet from the thrones.

The old woman gestured for Annja to stand back a little bit. Annja stopped on the spot the old woman indicated and contented herself with observing everything that seemed to be unfolding in front of her.

Tuk stopped at the prescribed spot and the old man and woman took an entire minute to examine him up and down. Finally, with a great deal of clearing of his throat, the old man spoke.

“Tuk, you are returned to us by the will of the harmonious universe seeking to restore that which was, for so long, the cause of unbalance within our hearts and within our kingdom.”

Tuk said nothing, but Annja noticed that there was a smile building on his face that seemed to be spreading with every second.

The old woman spoke, as well. “I have dreamed for so long of this day—the day of your homecoming—that I often feared it would never come. But my faith in the universal scheme of totality has been rewarded and you have found your way back to your rightful home.”

“My rightful home?” Tuk’s voice sounded small.

The old man nodded. “You are not just Tuk. You are the one who was stolen from our kingdom.”

“Stolen?”

The old woman smiled. “Long ago we helped a traveler who had fallen ill in the snows outside of our walls. We brought him here and nursed him back to health. He was beyond words with gratitude, but when he looked around at what we had here, he wished to tell the world of us. We begged him not to, but he seemed determined to persevere.”

The old man cleared his throat again. “This man stole you from the royal nursery when you were but a single year of life.” He glanced at the old woman. “Your mother and I despaired beyond whatever may be deemed reasonable. We searched for you for many years, never knowing if you had survived your ordeal and lived somewhere out in the other world.”

“I did,” Tuk said. “I did survive. But I must admit I have no recollection of this man of whom you speak.”

“That is because he did not survive the journey back to the other side. When he stole away from us in the middle of the night, he took you wrapped up under his arms. But as soon as he got back to the other side, he was struck by what must have been a terrible storm. He lasted long enough to get you to safety—and for that we must be eternally grateful and forgiving of his transgression—before he himself succumbed to the elements and perished in the snows of the mountains.”

“You know this for certain?” Tuk asked.

“We found his body within a week after you were taken,” said the old woman. “But you were nowhere to be seen.”

“We searched everywhere for you,” the old man said. “And when it became apparent that you could not be found, we had to face the possibility that something terrible had befallen you. Our hearts grieved, but perhaps something within us would not let us completely believe that you were dead.”

“I could not feel your death,” the old woman said. “And you were bonded to me like nothing else in this world. I felt certain that I would know if you had perished on the other side. And yet, I never once did.”

“She knew you were alive. Somewhere,” the old man said. “And it appears that she was right. You were alive. But you were also alone.”

Tuk smiled. “I am alone no longer.”

The old woman started weeping with joy and Tuk rushed to her side, hugging her tightly. She clutched at him and kissed his cheeks. Annja found it difficult to watch the scene through her misted eyes.

Tuk rushed and hugged his father and the old man’s voice cracked with joy at his touch. “Long have I waited for the second coming of my only son,” he said. “My heart has always been heavy with grief and guilt over something I should have been able to prevent.”

“I do not blame you, Father,” Tuk said.

The old man nodded and then gestured to the empty throne next to him. “Then take your rightful place beside your father, my son. And rejoice, for you have found your home once more after many years away.”

Annja felt tears flowing down her face as she watched Tuk seat himself on the throne that looked like it fit him perfectly. He smiled at his mother and father and then at Annja.

Annja waved and felt silly at the same time. She’d known Tuk for barely a day and yet she was moved to tears watching the reunion between a child and his parents.

“Annja.”

She looked up and saw that Tuk’s mother was now gesturing for her to come forward. Annja walked closer and then stopped just short of the throne.

“You have played a part in bringing Tuk back to us. For that, we are beyond grateful.”

Annja shook her head. “It wouldn’t be right for me to take any credit for what has happened. Any part of mine in this has been purely coincidental.”

Tuk’s mother smiled. “I know that one such as yourself doesn’t truly believe in coincidence. You have seen things—done things—that defy such an explanation as simple chance.”

Annja said nothing. Tuk’s mother was right. Annja didn’t believe in coincidence, but that didn’t mean she’d helped bring Tuk back, did it?

“If anyone deserves your gratitude, it is Tuk himself,” Annja said. “Although I’ve only known him for a day he has impressed me in ways I could never imagine. Your son is a force unto himself. He saved my life and the life of a dear friend of mine. Were it not for Tuk’s help, we would have certainly perished.”

Tuk’s mother smiled. “And yet you were the catalyst for bringing him home to us, so please do accept my gratitude.”

Annja bowed her head. “Thank you.”

“You mentioned your friend. This is the one called Mike?”

Annja looked up. “Yes. He was badly injured out on the mountains.” Did it make sense to mention the airplane crash? Did they know what airplanes were here? Annja decided to keep things as simple as possible.

“He is no longer injured,” Tuk’s mother said. “He is resting now comfortably. I believe he will awake within the hour if you can wait.”

“His rest is more important than me seeing him,” Annja said. She smiled. “So, it was your people who took him from the cave while we slept?”

Tuk’s mother nodded. “When we learned that someone had found the portal, we sent people to investigate. As you can imagine, we are much more guarded about our existence as a result of what happened to our son so many years ago.”

“Understandably so,” Annja said.

“While you slept we were able to observe and see that Mike was badly injured. We brought him through first since he would have died had we not.”

“I am indebted to you for that act,” Annja said. “And I’m sure I speak for Mike when I say thank you.”

“We have spoken to Mike. It was he who told us about both you and our son. It’s how we knew that there was a chance our boy had returned to us.”

Tuk’s father coughed once. “As you can imagine, we were beside ourselves with hope. And I apologize for the manner in which you were transported. But we’ve found it’s best if no one knows quite how they get here.”

“The perfume,” Annja said.

Tuk’s father nodded. “A slight sleeping gas derived from some of the flora that grow here. It’s quite harmless except that it does produce a nearly complete state of slumber. It wears off with no adverse effects after a time.”

“It was a beautiful scent,” Annja said. “But I suppose that’s the point, isn’t it?”

“Indeed.”

“How should I address you both?” Annja asked. “I’m assuming that you are both rulers of this incredible place. Are you the king and queen?”

Tuk’s father nodded. “Officially, we have those titles, but we are known by much simpler names. I am Guge and my wife is known as Vanya.”

“Guge?” Annja frowned. “There was a monarchy of kings in Tibet known as the Guge. Are you related to them?”

Guge nodded. “I am a descendant of that dynasty. I am Guge XXV. Tuk is actually Guge XXVI.”

Tuk blinked. “I rather prefer my own name, actually.”

Vanya laughed and Annja was surprised at how musical she sounded. “We will call you whatever you wish to be called, my son. It does not matter so long as you are here with us.”

Guge nodded. “It is as your mother says, Tuk. However you wish to be known is acceptable. You were named Guge at birth, but if Tuk suits you better, then we will make the alteration accordingly.”

“Thank you.”

From the left side of the pavilion an attendant swept up toward Vanya’s throne. She hurriedly whispered something in the queen’s ear. Vanya turned and looked at Annja.

“Your friend Mike, is he rather a stubborn sort?”

“Mike?” Annja frowned. “Well, I guess you could describe him that way. When he gets his head wrapped around something, he does tend to be a little tenacious.”

“It appears he is a bit headstrong about his condition and is refusing treatment because he—”

A sudden noise to her left made Annja turn. Hobbling in on a crutch was Mike, brushing aside his medical staff with a flick of his hands. “Leave me alone, dammit. I’m fine—” He stopped short.

“Annja?”

Annja broke into a wide grin. “Hey, Mike.”

The effect on Mike was instantaneous. He broke into a hobbled run that carried him across the pavilion toward Annja. He dropped the crutch and swept her up in a bear hug.

“Jesus, I thought I’d never see you again!”

“Put me down, you big lug.” But she hugged him back and felt an immense joy over his apparent healthiness.

Mike put Annja down and reached for his crutch. Annja looked at his thigh and saw it was bandaged in some of the same gossamer material that comprised the tapestries and clothes of everyone present.

“Your leg—how is it?” she asked.

Mike shrugged. “It feels marvelous, actually. I was in a bad way when they brought me here. I was in and out of consciousness. Fever. The works. I don’t think I would have lasted another hour to be honest.”

“That doesn’t seem to be a problem now,” Annja said.

“Good to go in a short time, I think,” he replied. He turned and bowed to the queen and king. “I can’t thank you enough for taking care of me.”

Guge smiled. “We help others where we are able to do so. It was our pleasure to aid you. Although I am told you must still be careful and not exert yourself until your leg has enough time to heal.”

“I won’t run any marathons, that’s for sure,” Mike said.

He looked at Annja. “So, what do you think about this place, huh? Pretty amazing, isn’t it?”

Annja nodded. “You’ve made a believer out of me, Mike. I doubted you before, but there doesn’t seem to be any getting around the fact that you’ve found Shangri-La.”

Mike smiled. “Guess it was worth the effort, huh?”

“The plane crash?” Annja asked.

“Tsing, the money, all of it,” Mike said. “But I just wish I knew how we actually got here. Because when we were in that cave, I didn’t think there was any other way out.”

“There wasn’t that we could find,” Annja said. “And Tuk and I searched the entire place.” She frowned. “Well, at least we did until the yeti showed up.”

Mike looked at her. “What did you say?”

“The yeti.”

Mike smiled. “You mean abominable snowmen? You saw some?”

“In the cave with us,” Annja said. “Right about when we smelled the perfume that knocked us out.”

“Are you sure you weren’t just hallucinating?”

Annja frowned. “We most definitely were not hallucinating, Mike.”

“They did indeed see the yeti,” Guge said. “And if you would like, we will show them to you again.”

Tuk watched the tearful reunion between Annja and Mike and was happy. He looked around the pavilion and at his parents and felt a kind of peace the likes of which he’d never known before. This was his home and he felt incredible being back among his people.

But who exactly were they? And why were they smaller than other races of humans?

He turned to Guge and asked him that very question. Guge coughed twice and then began telling his long-lost son the tale of his people.

“More than a thousand years ago, the Guge was a kingdom in western Tibet, established by a wise and benevolent ruler who split his kingdom into two, allowing each of his sons equal sway.

“They built their capital cities at two locations—Tholing and Tsaparang. For many years our people lived in brilliant harmony. Several of our rulers embraced an esoteric version of Buddhism, which further brought us into harmony with the universe. Together, we lived rich lives of enlightenment and prosperity.

“The first time any people from outside of our kingdoms actually found us was almost four hundred years ago. Jesuit missionaries came and marveled at what we had accomplished.”

“What we’d accomplished?”

Guge nodded. “You know of the land that surrounds this region. High snowy mountains and arid deserts. Farther south there is a much more temperate climate, but here and in parts farther north, there exists no such lushness. And yet, through our enlightenment and harmony with all things of nature, we were able to produce a wonderful habitat for ourselves. Using advanced techniques of irrigation, we created a paradise where our people frolicked and sought to better themselves and their fellow people.”

Tuk noticed that both Annja and Mike were now paying attention to every word coming out of Guge’s mouth.

“Opening ourselves up to the people of the West proved to be a tragic mistake. The Jesuit missionaries insisted on building a chapel in Tsaparang, saying that the teachings of Christianity were even more profound than those of the Buddhist traditions we all followed.

“The ruler of the time allowed the construction to begin. Thereafter, the missionaries began teaching the people of Guge about Christianity. This did not sit well with some of the other rulers in the area who were devoutly Buddhist. To their way of thinking, all was well and harmonious with Buddhism and these new teachings contrasted with what they believed. Worse from their perspective was that the missionaries succeeded in converting the king and his wife to Christianity. This led to an open battle between the opposing factions.”

Guge coughed again and then cleared his throat. “Regrettably, this led to an almost complete slaughter of the Guge people. Only a few hundred survived and fled from Tsaparang, which was later razed.”

“Where did they go?” Tuk asked.

“They fled to Qulong, a city closer to the border with Nepal. There, they rested and spoke openly of the need to once again find their way back to their Buddhist teachings. But with so few survivors, it seemed unlikely that they would be allowed to live in peace in order to repopulate themselves.”

“What did they do, Father?”

“They took all that they knew about living in harmony with nature and the universe and found a secret valley—this valley—hidden between two massive mountains. One that is always visible to the outside world and one that remains hidden from view. They retreated into this valley and set about turning it into the lush paradise of their past greatness.”

Vanya smiled. “And they succeeded. Within a generation, they had created a marvelous kingdom, shielded from the outside world and prying eyes. No one knew that our people existed here. The way the two mountains come together forms an almost impenetrable descent that would be too risky for anyone to attempt, if they even knew where to look.”

Tuk could see that Annja was dying to say something. “What is it, Annja?” he asked.

“I’m just wondering how that is even possible? I mean, we’ve got satellites in space that can peer anywhere on the planet. Wouldn’t they be able to discern the presence of two mountains and a secret valley?”

Vanya smiled. “While I do not know what these things called satellites are, I can tell you that the universe acts in ways that have thus far enabled us to live without molestation from the outside world. Once we retreated into this valley, our lives became a constant wonder.”

“It’s just incredible,” Annja said. “And it honestly strikes me as impossible. But I can’t argue with the fact that we’re standing here.”

Tuk looked at Mike, but found him still paying attention to everything being said by his mother and father.

Vanya kept smiling. “Every once in a while someone finds their way here, through the portal or just outside of it. We take care to extend to them the utmost courtesy and respect, but for some reason, none of them ever sees fit to tell of the place they’ve seen. We remain safe and secure.”

“Except for that one time,” Guge said to his son. “When you were taken from us and brought to the outside world, that man was punished by the universe for his transgression. Otherwise, we have never had any problems.”

“But what about the reason we seem to be so much smaller than other races?” Tuk asked. “Is it because of our isolation?”

Vanya nodded. “Apparently, yes. In some ways, we believe that evolution has altered us in this fashion. This valley might not support our population if we were all normal-size humans. But small as we are, our people are perfectly sustained within this environment. We don’t use what the earth cannot replenish when we need it. And as such, we make it a point to never overindulge or otherwise create something that would destroy this place and all its beauty.”

“What about the tropical environment?” Annja asked. “How is it that immediately outside this place it is freezing cold and yet, in here, there are plants and birds that would usually grow in a much more equatorial climate?”

“We are positioned directly over a series of hot springs and vents that feed a luxurious warm air current up through the soil,” Guge said. “The air here is what nourishes this place and the hot springs help us irrigate the entire valley, keeping it in optimal growing conditions.”

Tuk looked at Mike again, but still the big man didn’t speak. He seemed utterly enraptured with everything that was being said.

Annja, for her part, still seemed mystified. Tuk supposed that was because she was a scientist and naturally cynical about stuff like this. Of course, there was a difference between being skeptical of a legend and actually witnessing the legend itself.

“I can’t explain it all away so easily,” Annja said after another minute. “But the fact remains, we’re here and this place is absolutely amazing.”

“And most importantly,” Vanya said, “our son has returned. Now he can assume his rightful place as heir to the throne of Guge.”

Tuk looked at his mother. “I’m to be the king of this land?”

“That is how it is written, my son, yes.”

Tuk looked at his father and saw now that time had aged the old man terribly. Tuk couldn’t even begin to calculate how old his father was.

Guge smiled at him. “We have been waiting a very long time for your return, my son. I am a tired old man. And your mother is tired, as well.”

Vanya laughed. “Not nearly so now that my son has returned. But we are weary of ruling. It is time for a new generation to take over and guide our people onward through time and history.”

Tuk couldn’t believe it. Yesterday, he’d been a small man of no consequence who worked as a tracker for criminals and spies. Today, he was to be the king of a legendary kingdom.

Annja bowed her head. “Congratulations, Tuk.”

“Thank you.” Tuk frowned. Life certainly was a strange thing. “I still have a lot of questions about all of this,” he said to his parents.

Guge held up his hand. “In time, my son. In time. For now, the people of your kingdom are excited to see you again. And they have prepared an elaborate feast in your honor.”

“Already?”

Mike smiled. “I kind of mentioned you to them when they brought me here. Once I saw how small they were, I couldn’t help but let them know about you.”

Vanya nodded. “And I believe they have been working steadily ever since it became apparent that you might finally be coming back after all these years. It wouldn’t do to disappoint them now.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Tuk said. But he felt bad that the people of this place worked so hard for the likes of him. It didn’t seem right somehow.

Guge patted Tuk’s thigh. “I can see the trouble in your face, my son. You haven’t put anyone out, if that’s what you’re thinking. This is a time of celebration and as such, the work that goes on is not considered toil as much as a chance to revel in the fact that you have returned to the kingdom.”

“I guess so.”

Vanya nodded. “A feast is being laid out down below.” She turned to Annja and Mike. “You are, of course, more than welcome to join us.”

Annja bowed her head again. “Thank you very much.”

Mike nodded. “I could eat a horse.”

Vanya looked horrified. “Why would you do a thing like that?”

Annja elbowed Mike. “It’s merely an expression meant to convey extreme hunger, Your Highness,” he said.

Vanya laughed again. “Oh, I see. Very well.” She looked at Guge. “Shall we descend and join our people?”

Guge held up his hand and pointed at Annja. “You had a question a few minutes ago. About the yeti.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’d like to see them again if that’s possible.”

“Of course it is possible,” Guge said. “They are here with us now.”

Tuk turned on his throne and Annja and Mike followed his gaze. Guge clapped his hands twice, and from the back of the pavilion, two shambling furry creatures wandered over.

In the sunlight, the yeti didn’t look nearly as horribly matted. Their fur shone like a luxurious coat. They didn’t smell, either. Tuk marveled at them standing as tall as they did, which was nearly two feet taller than Mike.

Mike whistled. “That is amazing.”

Guge smiled. “They help us keep track of the outside world. And in some cases, they are used to ensure our survival here.”

Annja seemed disappointed by that statement. “You keep them here as slaves to do your bidding?”

Guge recoiled. “Certainly not. The yeti are not slaves. They are part of our kingdom and our people.”

Annja’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean by that?”

“Just what I said,” Guge replied. “The yeti are part of us and we would never do anything to harm or otherwise subjugate them.”

“I don’t see how you can say that about them and then ask them to serve you.”

Vanya smiled. “No, it’s apparent that you do not see. But, of course, that is because of your perspective. And from where you stand, you see only one aspect of the situation instead of the other.”

Annja’s frown stayed locked in place and Tuk worried for a moment that she might draw her sword and try to do something rash. But instead, she shook her head. “I am trying to understand.”

“Then look,” Guge said. “And understand.” He turned to the yeti and nodded once.

Instantly, the yeti moved and each creature reached up, and then they heard a series of clicks. In a second, the yeti separated and became two parts, an upper torso and a lower torso.

And concealed inside was one of the Guge people.

“A costume,” Mike said. “Incredible!”

Guge smiled at Annja. “You see now?”

Annja smiled. “I do.”

Vanya continued. “The yeti were once real creatures that walked these lands. Their legends have come down to us for thousands of years, but human encroachment eventually led to their extinction. We have found them to be useful in helping us preserve the sanctity of our kingdom. So we use their legend to keep us safe. We don’t think they would mind if they knew.”

“I don’t think they’d mind, either,” Annja said.

“Now that that’s settled,” Guge said, “perhaps we can go attend the feast. I, for one,” he said winking at Mike, “could eat a horse.”