What happened was almost anticlimactic. No crackle of lightning, no rumblings or anything like that. It was just that . . . well . . .
I heard a click and then a sound like falling plaster or dirt dislodged over the side of a precipice. Just a little sound—but there was now a cube of roughly fifty centimeters cut into the wafl, with a heap of fine powder inside.
Dr. Pohn went over and brushed the powder out and gestured for me to approach. I was a little nervous I about getting in the way of that kind of power, but I I did examine the hollow the girl had created at Pohn's
direction. It was perfectly smooth, very regular, with no sign of how it had been formed.
Just proof that the potential is in all of us, he told me. More, I think, in women than in men for some reason. At least the women seem stronger in thek powers, although more erratic. I have girls in there who could possibly reduce this castle to dust if properly stimulated and motivated.
It would seem to me that the Boss and his superiors might find you something of a threat, Doctor, I noted.
He laughed and shook his head from side to side. Oh, no. I'm quite strong, quite powerful, but I have no taste for knighthood. It would end my work, really., I'm no risk because they all know of my lack of ambition with regard to their jobs. In fact, they encourage my work because it might help them. Master Artur, for example, is quite interested in one of the girls, who, we think, might well be able to freeze an attacking army, perhaps even dissolve it.
We walked back to the morgue as we talked, the zombielike Kira following obediently.
Which one? I asked, feeling a little queasy.
That one, he replied, pointing, as I suspected, directly at Ti.
I was becoming pretty good at locating the secret passages. Oh, I'll admit I didn't try the ones they'd guard and booby-trap, the ones leading to Sir Tiel's quarters, but the rest were more than handy. You could almost live inside the small passages and corridors in the walls, although you'd have trouble avoiding the others who used them regularly—some on business (such as spying) and some just for fun, such as voyeurism. Everybody knew about them, of course, but few really thought much about them.
My lessons started about a week after I arrived at the Castle, and they were what I was most interested in. My tutor was Vola Tighe, sister of the elderly matron who'd admitted me in the first place. Unlike her sister, though, Vola was far more serious and businesslike and seemed to have a better idea of herself and her duties. Still, outwardly they might have been twins and may well have been.
The key is chemical stimuli, as you know, she told me. The
trick
is to be enough in control of yourself that you can reach inside your own head and trigger exactly what you need when you want it, then direct the result by force of will. Everyone on Li-lith has this potential, but it is psychology that makes the difference. Not everyone on Lilith—not most, thank heavens—possesses the concentration, willpower, sheer intelligence to learn and execute the techniques properly.
Dr. Pohn thinks otherwise, I pointed out. He thinks we're born with different levels of stimuli and most of us can only do so much.
That pervert, she responded in disgust. He was a quack even back on the frontier. He's just a sadist with a fondness for poor little girls, and don't you forget it. The Boss indulges him—partly because he fears him, I think, but mostly because Pohn feeds him the scientific nonsense to back up what Sir Tiel wants to hear. I think it's- simply
disgusting
what he does up there to those poor littie girls; it's very much like what he got caught doing that caused
him
to be sent here in the first place. But as long as he restricts himself to pawns, he's safe.
As long as he restricts himself to pawns . . . I thought back at my own condemnation of the villagers, my almost identical feelings, and really couldn't see what was wrong with the logic. And yet somewhere there
had
to be a flaw, for the wrongness of this casual attitude toward the majority of Lilith's population nagged at me. On the civilized worlds it was different, I told myself. There the majority was
Homo superior,
perfect
in
mind and body, sharing equally in the work and in the good life, the Utopian dream realized. There the inferiors were cast out to the frontier, or ferreted .out and eliminated by ones like me and killed or....>
Or sent to the Warden Diamond.
If Vola was right and Pohn wrong, though, I told myself, it meant that the potential to turn this class-infested tyranny into a true paradise was possible, and perhaps the result most to be wished. The parallels with human history generally seemed to apply here. Those with the power had always enslaved the masses and gathered the wealth for their own ends until finally the masses rose up against the unfairness and the revolution came, casting the tyrants out. With human civilization, the enormous explosion of technology had put most manual labor into the history books and a master computer in everyone's pocket. Control of technology had been the key to human advances; control of the Warden power here would be the equivalent. If everyone on Lilith could be taught the power, then the Dr. Pohns of this world would quickly be eradicated. I realized then that Vola didn't understand this extension of her own logic, didn't follow the implications to their ultimate conclusions, but I knew now what sort of cause I might devote my life to after... what?
After I became Lord of Lilith.
I turned back to my lessons.
Most of the preliminaries were basic stuff, a lot of esoteric biology, a lot of Warden history, that sort of thing. Most of it I knew, and some of the mental conditioning exercises were pretty similar to those I underwent in training as an agent. It was absurdly easy —and obviously only preparatory to the real thing. What I lacked for the first few days was the key, the catalyst. I could already regulate a lot of my auto-nomic functions—heartbeat, respiration—and could deaden pain centers, that sort of thing. It took a little adjustment with a new body, but once you knew how, it was easy to reassume control. But these people weren't mental marvels or miracle workers; there was an edge they had and I needed it.
I had made such progress, though, that by the fourth day Vola decided I was ready. She entered my study cell with a small gourd brazier and ignited a fire under it. From a small skia^ouch on her hip, she poured a transparent golden liquid into the gourd and allowed it to boil. The vapors alone were pretty odd and made me feel somewhat light-headed.
Satisfied that it was right, she turned to me. This is a drug, she explained needlessly. It is distilled from a somewhat poisonous plant, the
hudah,
found in the wild. The early science team that was stranded here started experimenting with all the wildlife, for they realized they had to understand their environment in order to live in it. This particular mixture provides the best catalyst they found for the Warden organism, causing a permanent change in you over a period of time^-several dozen administrations, at least. The carefully measured dosage, given at exacting intervals, changes a key element within your cellular structure, giving a message, as it were, to the Warden organisms inside to direct a slightly different enzyme balance. Drink it down, completely if you can; if it is too hot for you, let it cool slightly. The heat simply aids absorption into your bloodstream.
I nodded and told her I understood. Inwardly I was elated.
This
was the edge, the key to real power. I drank the steaming liquid eagerly, burning my tongue slightly as I did so, but I didn't mind. It tasted bitter and nasty, but I'd expected it to be even worse. The potion made sense, in a way. It was a natural product of Lilith, it contained Warden organisms in its own molecules, and it was the natural complement to what I'd been told about how this all worked.
The only question I had, one not likely to find an easy answer, was how the hell anybody had ever come up with it. You could ask that about most great discoveries, though, I admit. Accident, probably.
The stuff burned inside me, but I felt no immediate effects. I looked at Vola. If this is truly a chemical key, then why won't it work for everybody? Why wouldn't it work for the pawns?
She smiled a little patronizingly. It has only slight, random, and usually destructive effects on pawns. We have found that you have to have reached a state of power without its aid before it will work. Your action with the unfortunate supervisor prepared the way, made your brain willing to accept what is now being done. You see, this is the next test. Anyone not of the power will die from the poison.
I coughed a little and looked at her in surprise. Now is a fine time to tell me that!
Sit back and relax, she instructed, an undertone of amusement in her voice. Let it take control.
I
could
feel the potion start to work now, causing an odd, slightly hallucinogenic effect. The dimensions of the room seemed to be wrong, for one thing, and Vola herself, even the little brazier she was now putting away, seemed slightly fuzzy, distorted. I felt slightly flushed, as if I had a mild fever, and I realized I was sweating heavily.
Vola came over, put her hand on my face, turning it slightly, then examined my eyes. She nodded to herself, then stepped back. Now, she said, her voice sounding hollow and like an echo in my ears, let's see how strong you really are.
The distorting effect seemed to pass rather quickly, to be replaced with a different sense that might be equally false. Suddenly everything seemed sharper, more detailed and focused, than I could ever remember in my life. I had been slightly sighted, it appeared, and now I could fully see.
I saw more than room and its human and inanimate contents; I also saw the Warden organism. Saw it and heard it, sort of, but in a way I'd never known before. For the first time I realized how Dr. Pohn could literally see into cells, or the-physicist into the very molecules. The whole universe seemed open to me, big and small, depending on the focus of my will, and I could see any part of it no matter how tiny. It was a heady, godlike feeling like nothing any human off Lilith could possibly imagine. And I kept thinking,
this is no drug-induced hallucination, no distortion oj the senses—this is for real!
>
More important than sensing the Warden organism in other things, I was equally if not more aware of it within myself. The incredibly minute living things were within me, were one with me, part of me. I reached out and touched them and felt them return that mental touch, felt a sense of pleasure and excitemeat within those tiny creatures at the recognition of their existence. And yet the Wardens within me were also part of a larger organism, the organism that was everything on this crazy planet, all linked, all one, in communication as the cells of the body are in communication with their parts and with the cells around them.
Now you see how it feels, I heard Vola's voice as if from some distant place. Now you know the truth of the power. Now you can use it, shape it, bend it to your will and your direction.
I turned and looked at her as if seeing her for the first time. Kronlon had acquired a shine, an intangible brightness you more felt than saw, when he'd mustered his limited powers against me. Vola, too, shone, but her light was so much more intense than Kronlon's that it made him seem less than a pawn, less than a tree or blade of grass. It was not a physical shining; another observer would have seen nothing. It was instead an inner burning sensed by the tiny microorganisms within my very cells and related to me.
She pointed, a radiant, supernatural being, at a small wicker-type chair in a corner of the cell, and I followed her arm to focus upon it.
Look not at the chair, she instructed, but
within
it. Make contact with the host within?'
Doing so was absurdly easy, requiring no thought at all. I just looked and lo! I
knew
that chair, was one with that chair, saw how it was made and how its very molecules were bound together.
Order the chair to decompose, but do not kill that which is within, Vola ordered. Release it to become again what it was.
I frowned for a moment, trying to understand exactly what she was saying. Then suddenly, I saw the whole pattern in her meaning. The chair was alive, bound together as an organism, by someone's commands, the Warden organism there going against its nature to hold itself in that pattern and remain a chair. The geometry of the pattern was clear to me, and it was hardly a gesture to release it, to snap the pattern and allow the organism within to redirect the cells of the chair—somehow still living, although long separated from its parent plants—to their normal state.
The chair decomposed rapidly, but did not come apart. As old patterns were dissolved, new patterns were woven, patterns that were instinctive to the tiny things within it. The visible effect was as if the chair had dissolved into dust, then swirled around, the tiny dust particles coming together in a new series of shapes that were somehow
right.
>
Where the chair had stood were now the stalks of seven plants, the parent plants from which the reeds that had made up the chair had been cut. They were living plants, and they were drawing from the stone floor beneath them to gain what was necessary to sustain themselves.
Now, Vola breathed, sounding slightly impressed, put the chair back together again.
That stopped me cold. Hell, that pattern was so complex it was almost unbelievable. I could undo it, of course, but to put it back—that was something else again.
Damned killjoy, I thought sourly. Until now it was so much fun to be a god,^>
The next lesson, she told me. Power without knowledge or skill is always destructive. You can unmake with ease, but it takes a lot of study to build instead of destroy.
But how? I cried in frustration. How can I know how to build, to create?
She laughed. Could you have physically made that chair? she asked me. Could you have taken an axe, cut the right stalks to the right lengths, then bound them together physically to make such a thing?
I thought about it. Could I? No, I had to respond. I'm not a carpenter.
And that is the way of Lilith, as elsewhere, she told me. To use the power well in a specialized area is important but requires memorizing the proper patterns and then some practice. But we have an advantage here that those who do not have the power lack, she went on, and I was aware she went to the door, stepped out, then came back in with an identical chair, placing it near the plant stalks in the corner. She stepped back.
Look at the chair, she ordered. Be one with it. Know its pattern.
