“They smell death,” said Otto.
“No, dear friend,” said Julian. “It has been too long. What could be found of death was borne away, long ago, by peasants.”
“What could be found?” said Otto.
“Not a great deal,” said Julian. “The leavings of birds, the discards of filchen.”
“I am angry,” said Otto.
“I encouraged you to remain below,” said Julian.
The heads of the horses turned about, uneasily, nostrils distended. They stirred in place. There was mud about their paws, where snow, trampled, had melted.
“They are restless,” said Otto.
“Not from death,” said Julian.
“A vi-cat then?” said Otto.
“Probably,” said Julian.
“The beasts return,” said Otto.
“They always will,” said Julian.
Otto and Julian mounted.
Julian turned his horse toward the backtrail. “Let us descend,” he said.
But Otto, asaddle, continued to regard the calm, terrible scene before him. The broad reins were enclosed in massive, clenched fists.
Julian turned his mount once more, and drew his beast up, beside, but a bit behind, that of his friend.
“What happened here?” said Otto, speaking quietly, as softly as the darkening of a sky in the north.
“The wars,” said Julian.
“I cannot understand this,” said Otto. “It is pointless, there is nothing to be gained here. This is incomprehensible carnage, inexplicable, wanton devastation.”
“Explicable in terms you might not understand,” said Julian.
“Why would Abrogastes attack this remote, isolated place, of no political or military significance? Why would he, or Ingeld or Hrothgar, or Ortog, or a hundred other chieftains, kings, and commanders, waste resources here?”
“They would not,” said Julian.
“I do not understand,” said Otto.
“This was done by no barbarian fleet,” said Julian.
“I do not understand,” said Otto.
“It was done by imperial cruisers,” said Julian.
“By the empire?” said Otto.
“By imperial forces,” said Julian.
“You said ‘the wars’,” said Otto.
“Faith Wars,” said Julian.
“Civil war?” said Otto.
“Of a sort,” said Julian.
“I do not understand,” said Otto.
“There are numerous sects and cults, some larger, some smaller, each purporting to be the one, true institution founded by the Ogg, Floon.”
“But Floon did not found an institution,” said Otto. “He was outside institutions, even opposed to institutions. He appealed to individuals as individuals, urging them to look into their own hearts and live their own lives well. He was opposed to artificiality, to artifice, to convention, to government, law, taxes, marriage, family, money, many things. Such things were denounced as unnatural. Many conceived of him as posing a threat to rules, to order, to civilization itself. Thus, it seems, he was brought to his miserable end. Certainly he would have been opposed to any institution which would presume to interpose itself between the individual, an Ogg or not, and the face and blessings of the god, Karch, who may or may not have been an Ogg, or any other god.”
“Nonetheless,” said Julian.
“It is hard to understand,” said Otto. “Are they unfamiliar with the teachings of Floon?”
“Perhaps only unfamiliar with the meanings,” said Julian.
“Or do not care to be familiar with them,” said Otto.
“Perhaps,” said Julian.
“It would not be convenient?” said Otto.
“Presumably not,” said Julian.
“It is all very strange,” said Otto.
“There are many views,” said Julian. “Perhaps the most benign is that Floon was a sweet, pleasant, compassionate, benevolent, normal Ogg, sincere and concerned, who wanted to help people live better, happier lives, and he made the mistake of going ahead and attempting to do so. The difficulties arose, as I understand it, in trying to understand what relationship might obtain between Floon and Karch. Was Floon an ordinary, normal Ogg who would speak for Karch, who seemed unwilling to speak for himself? And, if this was the case, did he speak on his own prerogative for Karch, or was he directed to speak by Karch. Or was there some more mysterious relationship involved? For example, was Floon related to Karch, as a nephew, or brother, or cousin might be related, though in some unusual sense, not well specified? Perhaps Floon was an attribute or property of Karch? Or, if Floon was Karch, or a part of Karch, and Karch was perfect, might not the seeming Floon have been an illusion, as Karch, or his progeny or relations, or such, would presumably not be allowed to feel pain? Too, why would Karch allow himself, or such, or his emissary or representative, or such, to feel pain, at all? Then there is the Emanationist theory which is that Floon was an emanation of Karch.”
“The brothers were Emanationists,” said Otto, “whatever that might mean, or however it might be understood, if at all.”
“That is accounted a heresy, one of several,” said Julian, “and heresies are accounted dangerous to the welfare of the koos.”
“I have heard of a koos,” said Otto. “But I do not understand it.”
“No one does,” said Julian. “The notion is unintelligible.”
“What is a heresy?” asked Otto.
“It is a departure from orthodoxy,” said Julian.
“And what is an orthodoxy?” asked Otto.
“A heresy from someone else’s point of view,” said Julian.
“I understand little of this,” said Otto.
“It is all nonsense,” said Julian. “It is only necessary that one learn to manipulate the terminologies, to utter certain words in certain sequences, approved sequences, of course, that is important.”
“Words that merely float about, and never touch earth?”
“They are safer that way,” said Julian.
“How is it that folk can hate one another, and burn and kill one another, over such sillinesses?”
“It is apparently easy,” said Julian. “And there is nothing silly about being burned alive.”
“But Floon preached peace and love,” said Otto.
“Forget about Floon,” said Julian. “He has nothing to do with it. You do understand, I take it, how men might fight and hate, and burn and kill, for gold, power, prestige, and influence?”
“Yes,” said Otto.
“Well,” said Julian, “there are many roads leading to such things, some more obvious, others more subtle, and it is tempting to follow such a road, particularly for some, if you can draft others to clear the way for you, to accept the risks of removing obstacles from your path, to bloody their hands while yours remain sanctimoniously clean.”
“What occurred here,” said Otto, surveying the gentle snow, which so softened the contours of what lay beneath, “wants righting.”
“In any event,” said Julian, “the more important theories, depending on the rulings or the councils, creating truth by decree, or majority vote, seem to maintain that Karch and Floon, in one way or another, are identical, except that they are different, as well. These views seem to be the orthodox views, orthodoxy indexed to numbers, position, wealth, power, or influence.”
“Why did you not inform me of these things?” asked Otto.
“What good would it have done?” asked Julian.
“Abrogastes, and others, had no hand in this?”
“No,” said Julian.
“Then my enemy,” said Otto, “is the empire.”
“No,” said Julian.
“Its ships have done this,” said Otto, sweeping a hand forth, a gesture that hinted not so much of the brushing aside of a cloak of snow which, with its chill covering, might conceal memories best left neglected, as of the darkening of stars and the striking of worlds from their orbits.
“Direct not your rage unwisely, dear friend,” said Julian.
“How many ships can you command?” asked Otto.
“The empire has made tools of others,” said Julian. “Now others make tools of the empire.”