CaraBansity let his gaze rest on the floor. ‘I know nothing of the All-Powerful, Majesty. He does not communicate with me. Some public benefactor scribbled the word “Atheist” on my door last week, so that is my label now.’
‘Then take care for your soul.’ The king spoke less challengingly now, and lowered his voice. ‘As a deuteroscopist, what do you make of the encroaching heat? Has humankind sinned so gravely that we must all perish in Freyr’s fire? Is not the comet in the northern sky a sign of coming destruction, as the common people claim?’
‘Majesty, that comet, YarapRombry’s Comet, is a sign of hope. I could explain at length, but I fear to vex you with astronomical reckoning. The comet is named after the sage — cartographer and astronomer — YarapRombry of Kevassien. He made the first map of the globe, setting Ottaassaal, as this city was then called, in the centre of the map, and he named the comet. That was 1825 years ago — one great year. The return of the comet is proof that we circle about Freyr like the comet, and will pass it by with no more than a slight singe!’
The king thought. ‘You give me a scientific answer, just as SartoriIrvrash did. There must also be a religious answer to my question.’
CaraBansity chewed his knuckle. ‘What does the Holy Pannovalan Empire say on the subject of Freyr? For Akha’s sake, it dreads any manifestation in the sky, and therefore uses the comet only to increase the fear of the people. It declares one more holy drumble to eliminate the phagors from our midst. The Church’s argument is that if those creatures without souls are eliminated, the climate will immediately cool. Yet we are given to understand that, in the years of ice, the Church then claimed it was the ungodly phagors which brought the cold. So their thinking lacks logic — like all religious thinking.’
‘Don’t vex me. I am the Church in Borlien.’
‘Majesty, apologies. I merely speak true. If it offends you, send me away, as you sent SartoriIrvrash away.’
‘That fellow you mention was all for wiping out the ancipitals.’
‘Sire, so am I, though I depend on them myself. If I may again speak truth, your favouring of them alarms me. But I would not kill them for some silly religious reason. I would kill them because they are the traditional enemy of mankind.’
The Eagle of Borlien banged his hand down on the arm of his chair. The chancellor-on-trial jumped.
‘I’ll hear no more. You argue out of place, you impertinent hrattock!’
CaraBansity bowed. ‘Very well, sire. Power makes men deaf and they will not hear. It was you, not I, sire, who called yourself ignorant. Because you can threaten with a look, you cannot learn. That is your misfortune.’
The king stood. The chancellor-on-trial shrank away. CaraBansity stood immobile, his face a patchy white. He knew he had gone too far.
But JandolAnganol pointed at the cringing chancellor.
‘I tire of people who cower before me, like this man. Advise me as my advisor cannot and you shall be chancellor — no doubt to prove as vexing as your friend and predecessor.
‘When I remarry, and take for wife the daughter of King Sayren Stund of Oldorando, this kingdom will be linked more firmly to the Holy Pannovalan Empire, and from that we shall derive strength. But I shall come under much pressure from the C’Sarr to obliterate the ancipital race, as is being done in Pannoval. Borlien is short of soldiers and needs phagors. Can I refute the C’Sarr’s edict through your science?’
‘Hm.’ CaraBansity pulled at a heavy cheek. ‘Pannoval and Oldorando have always hated fuggies as Borlien never did. We are not on ancipital migratory routes, as is Oldorando. The priests have found a new pretext to wage an old war…
‘There is a scientific line you might take, sire. Science that would banish the Church’s ignorance, if you’ll forgive me.’
‘Speak, then, and my pretty runt and I will listen.’
‘Sire, you will understand. Your runt will not. You must know by repute the historical treatise entitled The Testament of RayniLayan. In that volume, we read of a saintly lady, VryDen, wife of the sage RayniLayan. VryDen unravelled some of the secrets of the heavens where, she believed, as I do, that truth, not evil, lives. VryDen perished in the great fire which consumed Oldorando in the year 26. That is three hundred and fifty-five years ago — fifteen generations, though we live longer than they did in those times. I am convinced that VryDen was a real person — not an invention of an Ice Age tale, as the Holy Church would have us believe.’
‘What’s your point?’ asked the king. He began to pace sharply about, and Yuli skipped after him. He remembered that his queen set great store by the book of RayniLayan, and read parts of it to Tatro.
‘Why, my point is a sharp one. This same VryDen lady was an atheist, and therefore saw the world as it is, unobscured by imagined deities. Before her day, it was believed that Freyr and Batalix were two living sentinels who guarded our world against a war in heaven. With the aid of geometry, this same excellent lady was able to predict a series of eclipses which brought her era to a close.
‘Knowledge can build only on knowledge, and one never knows where the next step will lead. But it leads somewhere, whereas Church dogma leads only in a circle. The Church’s very emblem is that circle.’
‘Which I prefer to your fumbling steps into darkness.’
‘I found a way to see through the darkness into light. With the aid of our mutual acquaintance, SartoriIrvrash, I ground some lenses of glass like the lens in the eye.’ He described how they had constructed a telescope. Through this instrument, they studied the phases of Ipocrene and the other planets in the sky. This intelligence they kept to themselves, since the sky was not a popular subject in those nations under the religious sway of Pannoval.
‘One by one, these wanderers revealed their phases to us. Soon we could predict their changes exactly. There’s deuteroscopy! From there, SartoriIrvrash and I backed our observations by calculation. Thus we came on the laws of heavenly geometry, which we think must have been known to YarapRombry — but he suffered martyrdom at the hands of the Church. These laws state that the orbits of the worlds lie about the sun Batalix, and the orbit of Batalix lies about Freyr. And the radius vector of the solar movements covers equal areas of space in equal times.
‘We discovered also that the fast planet, called by VryDen Kaidaw, has its orbit not about Batalix but about Helliconia, and is therefore a satellite body or moon.’
The king stopped pacing to ask sharply, ‘Could people like us live on this Kaidaw?’
The question was so at variance with his previous reluctant interest that CaraBansity was surprised. ‘It is merely a silver eye, sire, not a true world, like Helliconia or Ipocrene.’
The king clapped his hands. ‘Enough. Explain no more. You could end as did YarapRombry. I understand nothing.’
‘If we could make these explanations clear to Pannoval, then we might change their out-of-date thinking. If the C’Sarr could be coaxed to understand celestial geometry, then he might come to appreciate a human geometry enough to allow humankind and ancipitals to revolve about each other as Batalix and Freyr do, instead of promulgating his holy drumbles, which upset orderly life.’
He was about to launch into further explanation, when the king made one of his impatient gestures.
‘Another day. I can’t listen to much heresy at a time, though I appreciate the cunning of your thought. You incline to go with circumstances, even as I do. Is this what you came here for?’
For a while, CaraBansity faced the sharp gaze of the king. Then he said, ‘No, Your Majesty, I came, like many of your faithful subjects, hoping to sell you something.’