The Gradual (42 page)

Then we said no more and the train journey continued.

We stopped at one place, then another. It was a line I knew well after so many journeys to and fro in the past. Many of the stations were more brightly lit than I remembered, and the houses, the ones we could glimpse through the train window, seemed to be showing more lights. Could it really be true that the junta had fallen, that an election was being promised? The snow was falling again and whenever the train slowed I could glimpse through the window the fat flakes drifting down. It was as yet a gentle fall, not a blizzard, not a powdery assault that would leave a frozen layer that stayed around for weeks. There was nothing a new government could do about the weather in Glaund, but there were other things they could put right. I sat back, leaning against the headrest, eyes half-closed, wondering about that future and thinking about the islands out there in the night, in the wintry sea. Was snow falling on Dianme too? It was a moment of unreality, believing in what I had seen. Once I had not known the Dream Archipelago even existed and now once again it felt to me as if it had become unreal, distant, concealed. I reached down to touch the stave, which still rested inside the deep pocket at my side. My fingers touched the smooth wooden blade. I felt no responding sensation of awareness from it.

Tomorrow, I thought, tomorrow I shall walk down to the beach in Errest and look across at Dianme, restore my faith in what had once been an island of promise and loveliness, forget about the dream place I saw.

The train arrived in Errest. I needed to work. I had an idea for a new composition, inspirationa l, arising not from what Ormand Weller had called the consensus, the gradual and the imperceptible advance of time, but from my own reality, the life I knew. As Jacj and I stepped down to the platform I thought that at last it was the right time to compose what I had promised I would. The new Glaund would need a triumphal march – I would be happy to include cannon effects, folk dancing entr’acte and even a couple of sea shanties.

CHRISTOPHER PRIEST IS A CONTEMPORARY NOVELIST
and a leading figure in modern SF and fantasy. He was born in Cheshire, England. He began writing soon after leaving school and has been a full-time freelance writer since 1968. He was selected for the original Best Of Young British Novelists in 1983. He has published thirteen novels, four short story collections and a number of other books, including critical works, biographies, novelizations and children’s non-fiction. His novel
The Separation
won both the Arthur C. Clarke Award and the BSFA Award. In 1996 Priest won the James Tait Black Memorial Prize for his novel
The Prestige
, which was made into a film in 2006. Directed by Christopher Nolan, it went to No.1 US box office in its first week and received two Academy Award nominations. He has been nominated four times for the Hugo Award, and has won several awards abroad, including the Kurd Lasswitz Award (Germany), the Eurocon Award (Yugoslavia), the Ditmar Award (Australia), and Le Grand Prix de L’Imaginaire (France). In 2001 he was awarded the Prix Utopia (France) for lifetime achievement.

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