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ses the driving force was a near monopoly on knowledge。
That was the obvious irony。 But Sara knew another…her unusual theory about language and the Six…so heretical； it made Lark's views seem downright orthodox。
Maybe it is past time I came back to Biblos； to report on my work。。。 and to confront everything I'm afraid of…
The Stranger seemed happy； engrossed with his fellow engineers and closely observed by Ariana Foo from her wheelchair。 So Sara left the noisy engine area； moving toward the ship's bow； where a thick mist was cleaved by the Gopher's headlong rush。 Tattered breaks in the fog showed dawn brightening the Rimmer peaks； south and east； where the fate of the Six would be decided。
Won't Lark and Dwer be surprised to see me！
Oh； they'll probably yell that I should have stayed safe at home。 I'll answer that I have a job to do； just as important as theirs； and they shouldn't be such gender…menders。 And we'll all try hard not to show how happy we are to see each other。
But first； Sage Foo wanted this side trip to check her notion about the Stranger； despite Sara's instinct to protect the wounded man from further meddling。
Those instincts have caused me enough trouble。 Is it not time to temper them with reason？
One ancient text called it 〃nurturing mania；〃 and it might have seemed cute when she was a child； nursing hurt creatures of the forest。 Perhaps it would have posed no problem； if she followed the normal life path of Jijoan women； with children and a fatigued farmer…husband tugging at her； demanding attention。 What need； then； to sublimate maternal instincts？ What time for other interests； without all the labor…saving tools tantalizingly described in Terran lore？ Plain as she was； Sara felt certain she would have been successful at such a modest life and made some simple； honest man happy。
If a simple life was what I wanted。
Sara tried to shrug the wave of introspection。 The cause of her funk was obvious。
Biblos。 Center of human hopes and fears； focus of power； pride； and shame； the place where she once found love…or its illusion…and lost it。 Where the prospect of a 〃second chance〃 drove her off in panicked flight。 Nowhere else had she felt such swings of elation and claustrophobia； hope and fear。
Will it still be standing when we round the final bend？
If the roof…of…stone had already fallen…
Her mind shied away from the unendurable。 Instead； she drew from her shoulder bag the draft manuscript of her second paper on Jijoan language。 It was past time to consider what to say to Sage Bonner and the others； if they confronted her。
What have I been doing？ Demonstrating on paper that chaos can be a form of progress。 That noise can be informing。
I might as well tell them I can prove that black is white； and up is down！
Evidence suggests that long ago； when terran tribes were nomadic or pre…agricultural； most language groups were more rigidly structured than later on。 For example； Earth scholars tried rebuilding proto…Indo…European； working backward from Latin； Sanskrit； Greek； and German； deriving a mother tongue strictly organized with many cases and declensions。 A rule…based structure that would do any Galactic grammar proud。
In the margin； Sara noted a recent find from her readings； that one native North American tongue； Cherokee； contained up to seventy pronouns…ways to say 〃I〃 and 〃you〃 and 〃we〃…depending on context and personal relationship…a trait shared with GalSix。
To some； this implies humans must have once had patrons； who uplifted Earthling man…apes。 Teachers who altered our bodies and brains and also taught a stern logic； through languages tailored to our needs。
Then we lost our guides。 Through our own fault？ Abandonment？ No one knows。
After that； the theory goes； all Earthly languages devolved； spiraling back toward the apelike grunts protohumans used before uplift。 At the time our ancestors left Earth for Jijo； Galactic advisers were counseling that Anglic and other 〃wolfling〃 tongues be dropped in favor of codes designed for thinking beings。
Their argument can be illustrated by playing the game of Telephone。
Take a dozen players； seated in a circle。 Whisper a plex sentence to one； who then whispers the same message to the next； and so on。 Question： how soon is the original meaning lost amid confusion and slips of the tongue？ Answer： in Anglic； noise can set in from the very start。 After just a few relays； a sentence can bee hilariously twisted。
The experiment yields different results in Rossic and Nihanic； human grammars that still require verb； noun； and adjective endings specific to gender； ownership； and other factors。 If a mistake creeps into a Rossic Telephone message； the altered word often stands out； glaringly。 Acute listeners can often correct it automatically。
In pure Galactic languages； one might play Telephone all day without a single error。 No wonder the game was unknown in the Five Galaxies； until humans arrived。
Sara had quickly recognized a version of Shannon coding； named after an Earthling pioneer of information theory who showed how specially coded messages can be restored； even from a jumble of static。 It proved crucial to digital speech and data transmission； in pre…Contact human society。
Indo…European was logical； error…resistant； like Galactic tongues that suit puters far better than chaotic Anglic。
To many； this implied Earthlings must have had patrons in the misty past。 But watching the Stranger mune happily with other engineers； in a makeshift language of grunts and hand gestures； reminded Sara
It wasn't Indo…European speakers who invented puters。 Nor users of any prim Galactic language。 The star…gods received their mighty powers by inheritance。
In all the recent history of the Five Galaxies； just one folk independently invented puters…and nearly everything else needed for starfaring life…from scratch。
Those people spoke Rossic； Nihanic； French； and especially the forerunner of Anglic； wild； undisciplined English。
Did they do it despite their chaotic language？
Or because of it？
The masters of her guild thought she chased phantoms…that she was using this diversion to evade other obligations。
But Sara had a hunch。 Past and present held clues to the destiny awaiting the Six。
That is； if destiny had not already been decided。
Dawn spilled quickly downslope from the Rimmers。 It was in clear violation of emergency orders for the gopher to continue； but nobody dared say it to the captain； who had a crazed look in his eye。
Probably es from spending so much time around humans； Sara thought。 The steamers had as many men and women on the crew…to tend the machines…as hoon sailors。 Grawph…phu； the pilot and master； knew the river with sure instincts that arose out of his heritage。 He also had picked up more than a few Earthling mannerisms； like wearing a knit cap over his furry pate and puffing a pipe that fumed like the steamer's chimney。 Peering through the dawn haze； the captain's craggy features might have e from the flyleaf of some seafaring adventure tale； chosen off the shelves in the Biblos Library…like some piratical old…timer； exuding an air of confidence and close acquaintance with clanger。
Grawph…phu turned his head； noticed Sara looking at him； and closed one eye in a sly wink。
Oh； spare me； she sighed； half expecting the hoon to spit over the side and say…〃Arr； matie。 'Tis a fine day for sailin'。 Full speed ahead！〃
Instead； the gopher's master pulled the pipe from his mouth and pointed。
〃Biblos；〃 he mented； a low； hoonish growl accented by a salty twang。 〃Just beyond the curve after next。 Hr…rm。。。。 A day sooner 'n you expected to arrive。〃
Sara looked ahead once more。 I should be glad； she thought。 Time is short。
At first she could make out little but Eternal Swamp on the left bank； stretching impassably all the way to the Roney； an immensity of quicksand that forced the long detour past Tarek Town。 On the right began the vast Warril Plain； where several passengers had debarked earlier to arrange overland passage。 Taking a fast caravan were Bloor； the portraitist； and a petite exploser carrying dispatches for her guild。 Both were slight enough to ride donkeys all the way and with luck might reach the Glade in three days。 Prity and Pzora also went ashore at Kandu Landing to hire carts in case the Stranger must be taken before the High Sages…to be decided during this trip to Biblos。
As the fog cleared； there now reared to the right a wall of stone； rising from the water line； getting taller with each passing dura。 The cliff shimmered； almost glassy smooth； as though impervious to erosion or time。 Arguments raged as to whether it was natural or a Buyur relic。
Against these mirror…like cliffs； Ulgor had said the citizens of Dolo Village might see flames from burning books。 Two centuries ago； settlers had witnessed such a sight； horrible even from afar。 A disaster never equaled since； not by the massacre at Tolon； or when Uk…rann ambushed Drake the Elder at Bloody Ford。
But we saw no flames。
Still； tension reigned until the steamer turned a final bend。。。。
Sara let out a tense sigh。 The Archive。。。 it stands。
She stared for some time； awash in emotion； then hurried aft to fetch the Stranger and Ariana Foo。 Both of them would want to see this。
It was a castle； adamant； impervious； carved with tools that no longer existed。 Godlike tools； sent to the deep soon after they cut this stronghold。 A citadel of knowledge。
The original granite outcrop still jutted like a finger into the curving river； with its back braced against the shiny…smooth cliff。 From above； it probably looked much as it always had； with woody thickets disguising atrium openings that let filtered daylight into courtyards and reading groves below。 But from the dock where the gopher tied up； one saw imposing defensive battlements； then row after row of massive； sculpted pillars that held up the natural plateau； suspending its undermined weight as a roof against the sky。
Inside this abnormal cave； wooden buildings protected their precious contents against rain； wind； and snow…all except the inferno that once rocked the southern end； leaving rubble and ruin。 In a single night； fully a third of the wisdom left by the Great Printing had gone up in smoke and despair。
The sections that would have been most useful today。 Those devoted to Galactic society； its many races and clans。 What remained gave only sketchy outlines of the plex bio…social…political relationships that fluxed through the Five Galaxies。
Despite the crisis； dawn summoned a stream of pilgrims from hostelries in the nearby tree…shrouded village； scholars who joined the gopher passengers climbing a zigzag ramp toward the main gate。 Traeki and g'Kek students caught their breath at resting spots。 Red qheuens from the distant sea paused now and then to spray saltwater over their cupolas。 Ulgor and Blade gave them wide berth。
A donkey…caravan edged by the line of visitors； heading downhill。 Wax…sealed crates told of precious contents。 They're still evacuating； Sara realized。 Taking advantage of the sages' delaying tactics。
Would she find empty shelves inside； as far as the eye could see？
Impossible！ Even if they could somehow move so many volumes； where would they store them all？
The Stranger insisted on pushing Ariana's wheelchair； perhaps out of respect； or to show how far his physical recovery had e。 In fact； his dusky skin now had a healthy luster； and his deep laughter was hearty。 He stared in wonder at the mighty stone walls； then the drawbridge； portcullis； and militia guards。 Instead of the token detail Sara recalled； now a full platoon patrolled the parapets； equipped with spears； bows； and arbalests。
Ariana looked pleased by the Stranger's reaction。 The old woman glanced at Sara with an expression of satisfaction。
He's never been here before。 Even the damage he's suffered could not have erased a memory as vivid as Biblos。 Either he is a rube from the farthest； most rustic human settlements； or else。。。
They passed the final battlements； and the Stranger gazed in amazement at the buildin