Return to Eden

wish a muru of permanence to my city, a tesi to seize and catch that joy. This city is now named Muruvaintesi, the place where joy is hunted and caught forever. Is that not a very appropriate name?"
    "It is so inappropriate that I instantly reject it—as will we all. Leave us."
    "No! It is mine—and you will not resist me. Or perhaps you should. It would be easy enough for you to do that. This is your last chance, Enge. Fight back and regain control! Kill me Enge—and the city is yours again. But of course if you do that you have lost everything you profess to believe in! See, Enge, how well I know you. How I place you in an inescapable position. You either lose—or you lose."
    Enge felt her temper flare, felt her thumbs open wide, felt the overwhelming desire to reach out and kill this despoiler who would destroy everything that she believed in, that she had devoted her life to.
    Knew that if she gave in to these overwhelming desires she would destroy it herself.
    The anger was still there, but she locked it deep within herself, let her arms drop to her side, turned away.
    "You decide wisely," Vaintè said, arched with victory. "Now speak to your Daughters and tell them to keep this city functioning well while you are away. They have no choice, do they? They will work as they have always worked, but it shall be my city they work for, not theirs. Remind them that if they refuse and resist that they will die. I shall then bring fargi here to take their places. Go tell them this, then return here.
    We leave today for Gendasi* for I have one last task to perform before I remake this city. I very much want you to be there when I find and kill ustuzou Kerrick. You do want to be there, don't you?"
    The anger and hatred had burned deep, showed now only in Enge's eyes. She let her gaze rest on Vaintè for a long moment, then turned and walked slowly away. Vaintè signed attention to the crewmembers of the uruketo.
    "Who commands here?" she asked.
    "I do," Elem said. "But I serve Ugunenapsa and not you. The uruketo remains here. You may now kill me."
    "You do not escape that easily, commander. It is not you who will die—but your foolish companions.
    Every time you refuse my order I will kill one of them. Is that understood?
    Elem signed confusion and disbelief, impossibility of action.
    "Possible enough," Vaintè said. "Akotolp, shoot one of these despicable creatures to show the survivors the strength of my resolution."
    "No!" Elem shouted, stepping forward and standing before Akotolp's raised weapon. "The uruketo will leave as commanded, no more shall die." She looked at Fafnepto's corpse just beside her. "One is enough."
    Enge walked stiffly into the city, the shock of Vaintè's arrival still not assimilated. This day she had gone from highest hopes to greatest despair. She met two Daughters on the path and they recoiled at the pain in her movements. She stopped and ordered her thoughts.
    "Tell everyone, go to the ambesed now. Events of disastrous nature."
    The word spread quickly and she walked slowly, deep in thought. They were gathering even before she arrived and when she spoke to them the silence was absolute. There were murmurs of pain when she told them what had happened, cries of despair when she described what more there was to come.
    "I would like to tell you to have hope. At this moment I cannot."
    "We shall leave the city," Satsat said. "I remember this Vaintè—how could I ever forget her? As Ugunenapsa is the embodiment of life, she is that of death. We must leave the city. We die in either case."
    Enge signed understanding. "You speak from fear. As terrible as she is, Vaintè is only a single Yilanè. We have not come this far to die at the slightest setback. This is our city. She will try to make it hers but we will resist with silence and work. When we speak it shall not be to her but to any fargi she may bring here.
    If they understand Ugunenapsa's words they will then become as we are—and we will have won. I ask you only to have faith in what we have done, and what we still have left to do. Stay here. Work hard. You may have to work even harder when we return. But we have no choice. If we truly follow Ugunenapsa's teachings we can do nothing else."
    Satsat and Omal and Efen knew what lay in store for them. They knew Vaintè when she had been Eistaa of Alpèasak, before the city had been destroyed. They knew what she was capable of. They came and touched Enge's thumbs as efensele and the others