The Gods Themselves (© Biswapriya Purkayastha)
Page 3 She turned the first corner of the tunnel, and stopped
abruptly. They were waiting, three of them, older and more wizened
than before, grasping their staffs of office in their hands as though the
sticks served to give them physical and mental support. From behind their
shoulders, Pseth’s parents watched fearfully, powerless to intervene. “You are accused of being a potential Renegade against the
Tribe,” the first Elder said, peering at her through eyes so sunken that they
seemed to be no more than holes in his face. “You have been preparing to visit
the Forbidden Circle where the Gods are stilled.” “I have not done anything wrong,” Pseth replied, politely
enough, though her heart was hammering. “It is not a crime.” “It is against the law of the Tribe. The place is full of
evil magic, which a careless footfall can awake anew.” “I don’t believe in any such magic,” Pseth told them. “This
thing you say cannot be acceptable to me. If there was ever magic there, it has
long since fled.” “The accusation has been investigated,” the Elder said, “and
has been discussed in the High Council. It seems to us that such a one as you
cannot be trusted to cease and desist from activities that may hurt the Tribe.
Accordingly, you will go with us, and suffer the fate of all Renegades. It is
richly deserved.” Without giving her a chance to answer, they threw a black
hood over her head and dragged her off with them. For such aged men, they had
intensely powerful grips. They pulled her down winding corridors to a part of the
warren the Tribe had long since abandoned, and Pseth, her head and face covered
by the hood, could see nothing at all. Down here the air was musty and old, and
clouds of thin dust floated up from their feet. “May the goblins find you
delectable,” they said as pushed Pseth through a narrow aperture, rolled a heavy
stone across the mouth, and left. Left to herself, Pseth pulled the hood off her head. She had
been left, with only a torch for illumination and a small bag of dried food, in
a tunnel that wound away into the darkness. Without hesitation – for she wished
to explore what she could, and while she still could – she began making her way
up the tunnel. It was a long and wearying walk. The tunnel twisted, turned
and divided over and over, and if Pseth had thoughts of returning the way she
had come, she would soon have found herself lost. Several times the roof and
floor almost met each other, and she had to crawl through on her belly, pushing
the bag and torch ahead of her. She lost all conception of time. She ate when she was
hungry, slept when she was tired. When the food was all gone, she chewed the
bag until it was tender, and swallowed it piece by piece. When the torch burned
out, she kept on crawling on through the darkness, feeling her way with her
hands and feet. She found pools of water sometimes, little puddles of rank and
gritty water in the floor, and scooped it up and drank it. It was what she was
used to doing in the corridors of the Tribe, in any case. She began to imagine things. Little things, the scrape of a
stone on another stone, or the drip of water on rock, began to take on deeper
meanings. She began to think of voices in the darkness, saying things about
her, describing what she had done and where she was going. Sometimes they
called her by name. She began to see things, too. The darkness became shot
through with the distant ruddy light of the swollen sun, and she began to
imagine that she stood out on the plain, looking up at the sky dusted with
dying stars. In the far distance the stone figures of the gods themselves
stood, and they were alive, and each time she looked at them they came closer
and closer. She finally collapsed from hunger, thirst and exhaustion on
a flat shelf of rock, where the tunnel was so narrow that the roof almost
touched her chest. For a long time, she lay, staring up at the darkness, and
when she slept, she dreamt she was on the plain, looking up at the gods. And the gods were looking down at her, and they were
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