I don't belong among you, he said silently. Or among anyone else. My own won't have me, and here I'm a stranger.
Only Control kept him from weeping, and gradually, as feeling built inside him, he realized that, songless, he could not keep Control There had to be an outlet somewhere.
And so he cried out, again and again, screams and howls into the sky. It was an animal sound, and it frightened even him as he made the noise. He could have been a wounded beast, from the sound; fortunately, the predators were not easily fooled, and did not come to the cries.
Someone came, however, and not long after he fell silent and the sun disappeared behind the distant trees, someone touched his elbow from behind. He whirled, frightened, not remembering that he was expecting rescue.
She looked familiar, and in a moment he placed her in his mind. She belonged, oddly, both in the Songhouse and in the palace. Only one person had ever stood both places in his life, besides himself.
Kya-Kya, he said, and his voice was hoarse.
I heard your cry, she said. Are you hurt?
No, he said, instantly.
They looked at each other, neither sure what to say. Finally Kya-Kya broke the silence. Everyone was in a panic. No one knew where you had gone. But I knew. Or thought I knew. Because I come down here, too. Not many of us ever make the descent when it's the dry season. The animals aren't very good .company. They just wander around looking powerful and free. Human beings aren't meant to look at power and freedom. Makes them jealous. She laughed, and so did he, Gracelessly, however. Something was very wrong.
You work here? Ansset asked.
I'm one of your special assistants. You haven't met me yet. I'm on your agenda for next week. I'm not very important.
He said nothing, and again Kya-Kya waited, unsure what to say. They had spoken before-angrily, on her part, when they conversed both in the Songhouse and in the palace. But she was damned if she'd let that stand in the way of her career. A terrible thing, having this boy made her direct superior, but she could and would make the best of it.
I'll show you how to go back. If you want to go back.
He still said nothing. There was something strange about his face, though she couldn't think what it was. It seemed rigid somehow. Yet that couldn't be it-he had been utterly unflinching when she talked to him in his cell in the Songhouse and he sang comfort to her, an inhuman face, in fact.
Do you want to go back? she asked.
He still didn't answer. Helpless, unsure what to do for this child who had her future in his control-the Song-house comes back to haunt me no matter what I do, she thought, as she had thought a hundred times since learning he would be manager-she waited.
Finally she realized that what was wrong with his face was that it was not rigid. It was only trying to be. The boy was trembling. The most perfectly controlled creature in the Songhouse was shaking, and his voice wavered and sounded awkward as he said, I don't know where I am.
You're just two buildings away from your- And then she realized that he did not mean that.
Help me, he said.
Her feelings toward the boy suddenly wrenched, turned completely another way. She had been prepared to deal with him as a tyrant, as a monster, as a haughty superior. She had not been prepared to deal with him as a child asking for help.
How can I help you? she whispered.
I don't know my way, he said.
You will, in time.
He looked impatient, more frightened; the mask was coming off his face.
I've lost my... I've lost my voice.
She did not understand. Wasn't he speaking to her?
Kya-Kya, he said. I can't sing anymore.
Of all the people on Earth, only Kya-Kya could possibly understand what he meant, and what it meant to him.
Not ever? she asked, incredulous.
He shook his head, and tears came to his eyes.
The boy was helpless. Still beautiful, the face still impossible not to look at, and yet now a real child, which in her mind he had never been before. Lost his voice! Lost the one tiling that had made him a success where Kyaren had been a hopeless failure!
She was instantly ashamed of her excitement. She had never had it. He had lost it. And she forced herself to compare his loss to her losing her intellect, on which she depended for everything. It was not imaginable. Mikal's Songbird, without singing?
Why? she asked.
In answer a tear came uncontrolled from his eye. Ashamed, he wiped it off, and in the gesture won her to his side. Whatever side that was. Someone had done something to Ansset, something worse than his kidnapping, something worse than Mikal's death. She reached out to him, put her arms around him, and then said words that she had not thought ever to recall to her mind, let alone to her lips.
She spoke the love song to him, in a whisper, and he wept in her arms.
I'll help you, she said afterward. All I can, I'll help you. And you'll get your voice back, you'll see.
He only shook his head. Her chest was wet where his head pressed against her.
And then she led him to a stilt and stroked the panel that called the elevator, and as it descended she held him at arm's length from her.
My first help to you is this. To me you can cry. To me you can show anything and say anything you feel. But to no one else, Ansset, You thought you needed Control before, but you really need it now.
He nodded, and almost immediately his face became composed again. The boy hasn't forgotten all his tricks, she thought.
It's easier, he said, when I can let it out somehow. Now that I can't sing it out, he didn't say. But she heard the words all the same, and while he stood alone and walked easily beside her through the buildings, where anyone could see them, in the enclosed bridges that connected the buildings, leading them back to the manager's quarters, he reached to Kya-Kya, and took her hand.
For years she had hated Ansset as the epitome of everyone that had hurt her. It amazed her how easily that hate could dissipate, just because he let himself be vulnerable. Now that she could hurt him, she never would.
The chief of staff was beside himself with joy at Ansset's return; but he spoke to Kya-Kya, not Ansset, as he asked, Where did you find him? Where was he?
Coldly Ansset said to the man, She found me where I chose to be, Calip, and I returned when I chose to come. Deliberately he turned to Kya-Kya and said, Please meet me at eight o'clock in the morning, Kya-Kya. I would like you to be with me through tomorrow's meetings. Calip, I want supper at once.
Calip was surprised. He had been so much in the habit of giving Ansset his schedule and introducing people to him, it didn't occur to him until now that Ansset would have things his own way. After a moment of embarrassed inaction, Calip nodded his head and left the room.
As soon as the man was gone, Ansset looked at Kyaren with raised eyebrows.
That was pretty good," Kyaren said
Mikal was better at it, but I'll learn, Ansset said. Then he smiled at her, and she smiled back. But in his smile she still saw the traces of his fear, a hint of the expression on his face when he had pleaded for help.
And in her voice, as Kyaren said good-bye, he heard friendship. And he was, to his own surprise, certain that she meant it from the heart. Perhaps, he thought to himself, I may survive this after all.
7
It's very important, said the minister with the Latin portfolio. There has been bloodshed. Thirty people killed, that we know of, and ten of those in open combat.