The Source (38 page)
Authors: Brian Lumley
Zek Continues Her Story
IT WAS DEEP TWILIGHT NOW. A FEW BIRDS SANG HUSHED, warbling songs in the grass of the plain; the mountains marched cold on the right flank, dark in their forested roots and gold on their snow-spiked peaks; the tribe of Lardis the Traveller moved silently, no words spoken, with only their natural jingle, the creaking of their caravans and rustle of travois to tell that they were there at all in the shadows of the woods where they skirted the barrier mountains.
It was colder, too, and a racing moon sailed like a pale, far-flung coin on high, calling to the wild wolves of the peaks, whose answering calls echoed down with an eerie foreboding. The sun was a sliver of gold in the south, gleaming faintly far beyond the plain and silvering the coils of winding rivers.
Only Michael J. Simmons and Zekintha Foëner spoke, because they were hell-landers and knew no better. But even their speech was hushed. It would soon be sundown, which was not a time for making loud noises. Even strangers could sense that.
Jazz had built a light-framed travois; he hauled their kit bundled up in skins, carried only his SMG strapped across his back. Zek helped as best she could where the going was rough, but in the main he was well able to
manage on his own. In just a few days his trained physique had attained new heights of strength and endurance.
manage on his own. In just a few days his trained physique had attained new heights of strength and endurance.
A few miles back they'd picked up the main Traveller party and now Lardis's tribe was complete. Now, too, the sanctuary outcrop was only a short distance ahead; already its dome was visible, with the sun gleaming on it like some great, fleshless, yellowed skull in the middle distance. From here on, as they went, the Gypsies would cover their tracks, leave no sign to tell that they'd come this way. Oh, the Wamphyri knew their hiding-holes well enough, but even so they didn't care to advertise their presence here.
A few minutes ago Lardis had toiled up alongside Jazz and Zek, said: “Jazz, when the tribe's in and settled down, then meet me at the main entrance. Myself and three or four of the lads, we'll have a go at learning how to use these weapons of yours. The flame-engine, and your guns.”
“And the grenades?” Jazz had paused for a moment, wiped his sweating brow.
“Eh? Ah, yes!” Lardis grinned. “But bigger fish next time, eh?” The grin had fallen from his face in a moment. “Let's hope we don't have to use themâany of them. But if we doâthe silver-tipped bolts of our crossbows, sharpened staves which we've got cached away in the caves, our swords of silver which are likewise hidden, combined with your weapons ⦠if it's our turn to go, at least we'll go fighting.”
Then Zek had spoken up: “That's gloomy talk, Lardis Lidesci. Is something bothering you? We've just one more sundown ahead of us, and before the next one we'll be meeting up with The Dweller. That's what you promised your people. Surely all's gone well so far?”
He'd nodded. “So far, aye. But the Lord Shaithis has a score to settle. There was no bad blood before. It was the old game of wolf and chicken, as always. But now the chicken has clawed the wolf's nose. He's not
just curious or greedy any more, he's angry! Alsoâ” and he'd closed his mouth and shrugged.
just curious or greedy any more, he's angry! Alsoâ” and he'd closed his mouth and shrugged.
“Tell us the worst of it, Lardis,” Jazz had urged him. “What's on your mind?”
Again Lardis's shrug. “I don't knowâmaybe it's nothing. Or maybe it's several small things. But there's a mist back there, and that's something I don't like for a start!” He'd pointed back the way they'd come. In the distance, to the east, a wall of grey mist rolled down from the mountains, coiled itself shallowly on the forests. It swirled and eddied, lapping like a slow tide over the foothills. “The Wamphyri have a way with mists,” Lardis had continued. “We're not the only ones who cover our tracks ⦔
“But it's still sunup!” Jazz had protested.
“In a very little while it will be sundown!” Lardis had snapped. “And the great pass has been in darkness for a long time now. Here in the lee of these forests, there's shade aplenty.”
Zek's hand had flown to her mouth. “You think Shaithis is coming? But I've sensed nothing. I've been scanning constantly but I've read no alien thoughts.”
Lardis had breathed deeply, more a sigh. “That's reassuring, anyway. And if he
is
coming, we'll meet on our terms at least.” He'd glanced up into the mountains. “But the wolves were howling, and now they've stopped. And our own animals are quiet, too. Seeâonly look at Wolf, there!” Zek's great wolf loped a little way apart; his ears were flat and his tail brushed the rough ground. Every now and then he'd pause and look back, and whine a little.
is
coming, we'll meet on our terms at least.” He'd glanced up into the mountains. “But the wolves were howling, and now they've stopped. And our own animals are quiet, too. Seeâonly look at Wolf, there!” Zek's great wolf loped a little way apart; his ears were flat and his tail brushed the rough ground. Every now and then he'd pause and look back, and whine a little.
Jazz and Zek had looked at each other, then at Lardis. “But maybe it's nothing,” the Gypsy leader had grunted. And with another shrug he'd gone on ahead.
“What do you make of all that?” Jazz now asked Zek, his tone soft.
“I don't know. Maybe it's just as he said. Anyway, the closer we get to sundown, the more nervy everyone
becomes. There's nothing new in that. The Travellers don't like mists, and they like their animals frisky. Anything else is a bad sign. The current mood: it's just a combination of things, that's all.” For all her brave explanation, she hugged herself and shivered.
becomes. There's nothing new in that. The Travellers don't like mists, and they like their animals frisky. Anything else is a bad sign. The current mood: it's just a combination of things, that's all.” For all her brave explanation, she hugged herself and shivered.
“Ever the optimist?” Jazz's smile was uncertain.
“Because I've come through a lot,” she was quick to answer. “And because we're so close to the end now.”
“Yes, you have been through a lot.” Jazz began hauling the travois again. “And come to think of it, you never did get round to telling me how come the Lady Karen let you go.”
“We've been busy,” she shrugged. “Do you still want to hear it?” Suddenly the idea appealed to her. Maybe talking would calm her own nerves a little.
“Yes,” Jazz said, “but first there are a couple of other things that have been bothering me.”
“Oh?”
“Anachronisms,” he nodded. “The Gypsies, this romance-language tongue of theirs, their metal-working. Unless there's a lot of this planet I don't know aboutâand I can't see how that can be, for one side's hot enough to fry eggs and the other would freeze you stiffâthen these things I've mentioned are anachronisms. This world is ⦠well, it's primitive! But there are paradoxes. Some of the things in this world ⦠by comparison they're high-tech!”
Zek's turn to nod. “I know,” she said, “and I've thought about it. If you talk to the Travellers about their history, their legends, as I have done, you might find an explanation. Something of one, anyway. According to immemorial sources, their world wasn't always like this. Wamphyri legends bear the Traveller myths out, incidentally.”
Jazz was interested. “Go on,” he said. “You talk and I'll save my breath for hauling.”
“Well, the Traveller legends have it that once upon a time this planet was fertile in almost every region, with
oceans, ice-caps, jungles and plains: much like Earth, in fact. And it teemed with people. Oh, it had its vampire swamps, too, but they weren't so active in those days. People knew about them and shunned them; local communities drew boundaries and patrolled them. Nothing living was ever allowed out. Vampirism was treated like rabies, the only difference being that if a man was ever vampirized they didn't attempt a cure. There is no cure. So they'd simply stake him out and ⦠you know the way it goes â¦
oceans, ice-caps, jungles and plains: much like Earth, in fact. And it teemed with people. Oh, it had its vampire swamps, too, but they weren't so active in those days. People knew about them and shunned them; local communities drew boundaries and patrolled them. Nothing living was ever allowed out. Vampirism was treated like rabies, the only difference being that if a man was ever vampirized they didn't attempt a cure. There is no cure. So they'd simply stake him out and ⦠you know the way it goes â¦
“But in the main the vampires were kept down, and in those days there were no Wamphyri. The people weren't migratory; they had nothing to fear and so nothing to run from; their systems were mainly barter, less frequently feudal.
“Anyway, as far as I can make out they were maybe three to four hundred years behind us. There were big differences, of course; they hadn't discovered gunpowder, for one thing. Also, while they'd developed a complex language, they still hadn't made much effort to get it down on paperâor on skins. That's why most of this has had to come down by word of mouth, from one generation to the next. Of course, you can get big distortions that way: some unimportant things get exaggerated while others of real importance are lost entirely. For example, the heroes in the Traveller myths are all giants, who eat vampires for breakfast and don't even get stomach ache! But no one remembers who developed the metalworking skills, designed the first caravan, made the first crossbow.
“So that was the way this world was: like ours maybe three or four hundred years ago, but in many ways less dangerous, less warlike, less noisy. Mainly people lived in peace with each other, and apart from small territorial disputes they were left alone to farm, fish, and trade off anything extra which they managed to produce. There have been plenty of worse places, and worse times, in our own world.
“Oh, and perhaps I should mention: in that bygone time the world did have proper seasons, shorter days and nights, again pretty similar to our own planet. But thenâ
“Then something happened.
“According to the Traveller legend, a âwhite sun' appeared in the night sky. It came through the heavens so fast it looked like a bar of fire; it glanced off the moon, speared down and blazed across the surface of the world! As it fell so it shrank, until finally it skimmed across the land in a huge ball of fire, like a flat stone bouncing on water, and came to rest back there beyond the mountains.
“But though it was small, this âwhite sun,' its magic was enormous. It speeded up the moon in its orbit, changed the world's axis, brought into being geological stresses of awesome magnitude. It created these mountains, the frozen lands to the north, the deserts of the south. And for a thousand years after its coming, the surface of this world was more like hell than the friendly place it had been.
“The seasons were gone forever, the moon was now a demon flyer that called to the wolves, an estimated quarter-billion people were reduced to a few thousand. The continents had changed, mountains disappeared from where they'd been, were forced up elsewhere; the survivors went through a nightmare of tidal waves, storms, volcanic upheavalsâyou name it. But they learned to live with it, and eventually the world settled down. Except that now there was a Starside and a Sunside.
“Centuries passed. Who knows how many? Far Sunside became a desert, and Starside ⦠well, you've seen it. Only the mountains and their Sunside foothills could support human life as we know it. People had settled there, started to rebuild, however slowly, crudely. They remembered a few of their skills, used them to start afresh. And meanwhile the swamps, mainly unchanged, had restocked with evil vampiric life â¦
“Explorers went over the mountains, through the passes, saw the frozen wastes beyond. Torrential rains, the howling elements and glacial ice had carved mighty stacks from the mountain flanks, but the land was all but barren. Men couldn't live there.
Men
mind you â¦
Men
mind you â¦
“Then there came the plagueâa plague of vampires!
“The swamps overflowed with the damned things. They infested men and animals in unprecedented numbers. Bands of vampirized men roamed on Sunside, murdering by night and crawling into holes during the interminable days. Reduced to near-savagery by Nature's disaster, now this
un
-natural disaster reduced people further still. Then the tribes rallied, began hunting vampires, killed them as they had in the old days. They used the stake, the sword, fire; they dragged vampires screaming into the open, pinned them down for the sun to fry.
un
-natural disaster reduced people further still. Then the tribes rallied, began hunting vampires, killed them as they had in the old days. They used the stake, the sword, fire; they dragged vampires screaming into the open, pinned them down for the sun to fry.
“Finally Sunside was safe again; the swamps became more or less quiescent; the plague was under control. But vampirized men had been driven north through the great pass. Long-lived, they fought with each other for the blood which sustains them. They discovered and lived off the troglodytes in their deep caverns on Starside. Then as they started to inhabit the stacks, so they became the âLords' of that dark hemisphere. They built their aeries, called themselves Wamphyri; and with the intelligence of men and the drive of the vampires within them, so at last they began to raid on Sunside. The people they victimized survived by becoming Travellers, and they're still travelling. That's the whole story ⦔
“This âwhite sun,'” Jazz said after a while. “Are we talking about the sphereâthe Gateâwhatever?”
Zek shrugged. “I imagine so. It's a space-time gate, right? Not only a distortion of space but a bridge across time, too. Is it possible that what appeared here thousands of years ago was caused by the Perchorsk accident, and that the two are linked through the sphere? An anachronism, as you say.”
“But what the hell wasâ
is
âit?” Jazz frowned. “Back at Perchorsk there was talk of black, white, even grey holes. And you said it tied in with Wamphyri legends, too. How do you mean?”
is
âit?” Jazz frowned. “Back at Perchorsk there was talk of black, white, even grey holes. And you said it tied in with Wamphyri legends, too. How do you mean?”
“The Wamphyri legends have it that the âwhite sun' came from hell or a place that was hell to them, anyway. In other words, a world where the killing sun was a constant factor, a regularly recurring nightmare from which there was only brief surcease. Up until a time only a few years ago, the sphere we came through from Perchorsk out onto the plain of boulders on Starside was buried. It used to lie at the bottom of its crater, where only its upper surface was visible, beaming its white light up into the sky like a searchlight. It was maybe fifteen to twenty feet deep, surrounded by the crater wall. I had all of this from Karen.
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