Dariat looked out on the collection of ramshackle tepees, stringy animals with noses foraging the grass, children in rags running barefoot. He experienced a contempt so strong it verged on physical sickness. He was curious at that, he had no reason to hate the Starbridge freakos, hed never had anything to do with them before. Even as he thought that, the loathing increased. Of course he did, slimy parasites, vermin on two legs.
Anastasia Rigel stroked his forehead in concern. You suffer yet you are strong, she said. You spend so much time in the realm of Anstid.
She brought him into her tepee, a cone of heavy handwoven cloth. Wicker baskets ringed the walls. The light was dim, and the air dusty. The valleys pinkish grass was matted, dry and dying underfoot. He saw her sleeping roll bundled up against one basket, a bright orange blanket with pillows that had some kind of green and white tree motif embroidered across them, haloed by a ring of stars. He wondered if that was what hed do it on, where hed finally become a real man.
They sat crosslegged on a threadbare rug and drank tea, which was like coloured water, and didnt taste of much. Jasmine, she told him.
What do you think of us? she asked.
Us?
The Starbridge tribes.
Never really thought about you much, Dariat said. He was getting itchy sitting on the rug, and it was pretty obvious there werent going to be any biscuits with the tea.
You should. Starbridge is both our name and our dream, that which we seek to build. A bridge between stars, between all peoples. We are the final religion. They will all come to us eventually; the Christians and Muslims and Hindus and Buddhists, even the Satanists and followers of Wicca; every sect, every cult. Each and every one of them.
Thats a pretty bold claim.
Not really. Just inevitable. There were so many of us, you see, when Rubra the Lost invited us here. So many beliefs, all different, yet really all the same. Then he turned on us, and confined us, and isolated us. He thought he would punish us, force us to conform to his materialistic atheism. But faith and dignity is always stronger than mortal oppression. We turned inwards for comfort, and found we had so much that we shared. We became one.
Starbridge being the one?
Yes. We burned the old scriptures and prayer books on a bonfire so high the flames reached right across the habitat. With them went all the ancient prejudices and the myths. It left us pure, in silence and darkness. Then we rebirthed ourselves, and renamed what we knew was real. There is so much that old Earths religions have in common; so many identical beliefs and tenets and wisdoms. But their followers are forced apart by names, by priests who have grown decadent and greedy for physical reward. Whole peoples, whole planets who denounce one another so that a few evil men can wear robes of golden cloth.
That seems fairly logical, Dariat said enthusiastically. Good idea. He smiled. From where he was sitting he could see the whole side of her left breast through the waistcoats lace-up front.
I dont think you have come to faith that quickly, she said with a trace of suspicion.
I havent. Because you havent told me anything about it. But if you were telling the truth about hearing my spirit, then youve got my full attention. None of the other religions can offer tangible proof of Gods existence.
She shifted round on the rug, bracelets clinking softly. Neither do we offer proof. What we say is that life in this universe is only one segment of the great journey a spirit undertakes through time. We believe the journey will finish when a spirit reaches heaven, however you choose to define that existence. But dont ask how close this universe is to heaven. That depends on the individual.
What happens when your spirit reaches heaven?
Transcendence.
What sort?
That is for God to proclaim.
God. Not a goddess, then? he asked teasingly.
She grinned at him. The word defines a concept, not an entity, not a white man with a white beard, nor even an earth mother. Physical bodies require gender. I dont think the instigator and sovereign of the multiverse is going to have physical and biological aspects, do you?
No. He finished the tea, relieved the cup was empty. So what are these realms?
While the spirit is riding a body it also moves through the spiritual realms of the Lords and Ladies who govern nature. There are six realms, and five Lords and Ladies.
I thought you said there was only one heaven?
I did. The realms are not heaven, they are aspects of ourselves. The Lords and Ladies are not God, but they are of a higher order than ourselves. They affect events through the wisdoms and deceits they reveal to us. But they have no influence on the physical reality of the cosmos. They are not the instigators of miracles.
Like angels and demons? he asked brightly.
If you like. If that makes it easier to accept.
So theyre in charge of us?
You are in charge of yourself. You and you alone chose where your spirit roams.
Then why the Lords and Ladies?
They grant gifts of knowledge and insight, they tempt. They test us.
Silly thing to do. Why dont they leave us alone?
Without experience there can be no growth. Existence is evolution, both on a spiritual and a personal level.
I see. So which is this Chi-ri Im closed against?
Anastasia Rigel climbed to her feet and went over to one of the wicker baskets. She pulled out a small goatskin bag. If she was aware of his hungry look following her every move she never showed it. These represent the Lords and Ladies, she said as she sat back down. The bags contents were tipped out. Six coloured pebble-sized crystals bounced on the rug. They had all been carved, he saw; cubes with their faces marked by small runes. She picked up the red one. This is for Thoale, Lord of destiny. The blue crystal was held up, and she told him it was for Chi-ri, Lady of hope. Green was for Anstid, Lord of hatred. Yellow for Tarrug, Lord of mischief. Venus, Lady of love, was as clear as glass.
You said there were six realms, he said.
The sixth is the emptiness. She proffered a jet-black cube, devoid of runes. It has no Lord or Lady, it is where lost spirits flee. She crossed her arms in front of herself, fingers touching her shoulders, bracelets falling to the crook of her elbows. She reminded Dariat of a statue of Shiva hed seen in one of Valisks four temples; Shiva as Nataraja, king of dancers. A terrible place, Anastasia Rigel murmured coolly.
You dont think I have any hope? he asked, suddenly annoyed at this primitive paganish nonsense again.
You resist it.
No, I dont. Ive got lots of hope. Im going to run this habitat one day, he added. She ought to be impressed by that.
Her head was shaken gently, hair partly obscuring her face. That is Anstid deceiving you, Dariat. You spend so much time in his realm, he has an unholy grip upon your spirit.
How do you know? he said scornfully.
These are called Thoale stones. He is the Lord I am beholden to. He shows me what is to unfold. A slight, droll smile flickered over her lips. Sometimes Tarrug intervenes. He shows me things I should not see, or events I cannot understand.
How do the stones work?
Each face is carved with the rune of a realm. I read the combinations, how they fall, or in the case of the emptiness where it falls in relation to the others. Would you like to know what your future contains?