Sheri Tepper - Grass

The letter went on:

However, since there is a chance you have no plague on your world, I plan to come to Grass with such personnel and so equipped as to do all that must be done in the shortest possible time to find a cure. But, we will do it quietly.

It is not our desire that either information about the plague or the cure, assuming we find one, be widely disseminated.

There are those among the Elders who see in this plague the Hand of God Almighty wiping out the heathen to leave worlds clean for Sanctity alone to populate. Hasten the day. While I am less inclined to see the Hand of God, I am no less willing to take advantage of the chance.

The information Sanctity initially received was that a person or persons had arrived on Grass with the disease and departed without it. In the serene hope that this is true, I am coming to Grass very soon. Too precipitous a move would betray our purpose, therefore I must take more time than I like. Still, I should arrive not long after Yrarier himself, having first taken time to make ritual stops here and there — the putative reason for my journey. If necessary, some of these ceremonial visits may be cut short. At the first inkling that Yrarier has found something, even if only a hint, you are to send word in accordance with the itinerary enclosed.

Jhamlees unfolded the itinerary, then finished the letter.

Needless to say, we want no premature soundings of alarums. All is poised here as on the point of a needle, swinging wildly as a compass does when it finds no pole. As I write this the old Hierarch is dying of plague. Your old friend and cousin is not touched yet, and is determined to come to Grass in order that he may never be touched by any but the hands of friendship. Let me know what is happening!

It was signed by Cory Strange, Nods’ oldest friend, a friend from the time he had been Nods Noddingale, which was many decades before he had become Jhamlees Zoe.

Well, Ambassador Yrarier had been on Grass only a short time. Jhamlees Zoe had heard nothing about plague yet. He thought it unlikely that he would hear anything about plague. Still, he would mention to his subordinate, Noazee Fuasoi, that he wanted to be informed of any unusual rumors. That should be vague enough.

So musing, Jhamlees Zoe wrapped the packet, the letter, and the itinerary once more and hid the resultant bundle in his files.

For a time, Rillibee spent his days in required prayer, in morning song and evening song, in special services now and again, with routine duties taking up all the time between. There was gardening to do in the sun-blessed springs and summers and falls, when crop succeeded crop endlessly under the light-handed benison of rain. Though the long, elliptical orbit of the planet brought it almost under the sun’s eyelids during midsummer, this far north the heat was lessened to an almost tolerable level. There were pigs to care for and slaughter and chickens to feed and kill. There was food to put up for wintertime. They would keep him busy, they told him. Soon he would be assigned to his permanent job.

When that day came, Rillibee in his guise as Brother Lourai sneaked off to hide among the grasses with Brother Mainoa and talk about Rillibee’s future. He had decided again, only that morning, not to die just yet, but that decision was not sufficient for the purposes of the Friary.

“They want to know what I want to do,” Rillibee said in an aggrieved voice. “I have to tell them this afternoon.”

“That’s right,” answered Brother Mainoa comfortably. “Now that you’ve settled down and it’s known that the climbing apes aren’t going to kill you — and that Brother Flumzee that calls himself Highbones has killed a few, though him and his friends always claim it was accidental — those set in authority over us have to decide what to do with you.”

“I don’t know why you think the climbers have given up wanting me dead,” Rillibee objected. “Several of them are still set on killing me. Highbones wants me done with because he says I made a fool of him. He had some kind of bet that I’d end up splattered. Topclinger’s friends want him to pay up. He says his bet was with Topclinger, and with him dead, there’s no bet anymore, but they keep nagging at him, and that makes him hate me more. Ropeknots wants me out of the way because I’ve made him out to be a liar. The longer I stay clear of ’em, the worse they want me gone.”

“Well, you should give them what they want, Brother. I always try to do that. When someone else wants something very badly, I always try to give them what they want. They want you gone, you should go. I think it’s best if we can get you back to the dig with me, especially if we can do it before Elder Brother Jhamlees remembers those twenty stripes he promised you, which I heard about from someone I can’t remember. However, if you say you want to come back to the dig with me, Elder Brother will send you anywhere on Grass except there.” Brother Mainoa sucked at the grass stem he was chewing and considered the matter.

“What you should do, Lourai, is look depressed and ask them what there is for you to do. They’ll mention half a dozen things, including the dig. They’ll mention the gardens and the henhouses and the pig farm and carpentry shop and weaving shop and the dig. If they don’t mention it. you do. Say, ‘I saw the dig, too, when Brother Mainoa brought me in.’ Get it into the conversation. Then, when they say ‘dig?’ you say, ‘Dig, Elder Brother? I was there and I don’t think I’d like that much.’ “

“Why should I fool around with the Elder Brother? I thought you said Elder Laeroa was a sympathetic person.”

“Oh, Elder Laeroa’s good enough. He’s interested in things, Laeroa is. In the dig. In the gardens. He’s a good botanist, too. But it won’t be Laeroa that assigns you to your job. That’ll be assistant to the office of Sopority and Ignoble Doctrine, Elder Asshole Noazee Fuasoi. He hates people. His greatest joy comes from telling people to do things they don’t like, so Asshole Fuasoi does all the assignments. Him and his assistant, Shoethai. Except Shoethai’s so inconsequential, it’s easy to forget him.”

“How can you forget someone who looks like that?”

“His face is only a little lopsided.”

“His face is a nightmare. And so is the rest of him. First time I saw him, I couldn’t decide whether to throw up or kill him. He looks like a monster that someone tried to mash.”

“I think someone did. His father, if one listens to rumor. When he saw what Shoethai looked like, he tried to kill him but didn’t quite manage it. They took the man’s cells out of the files and consigned him to absolute death. Then they brought Shoethai into Sanctity. He was raised there. Fuasoi got used to the way he looks, I suppose. Used to it enough to bring him here, anyhow. As for the other two Doctrine assistants, Yavi and Fumo, I’ve always thought they looked a little like peepers. Square and floppy and without much you could call a face.” He chanted, “Jhamlees Zoe and Noazee Fuasoi, Yavi and Fumo and Shooothai,” drawing the latter’s name out into a chant. “Something strange about Fuasoi and Shoethai. Something weird!”

“And you want me to tell him…”

Brother Mainoa hummed. “Mind what I say. Just look depressed and tell him you don’t think you’d like the dig much.”

“Would I?”

“Would you what?”

“Would I like the dig much?”

“You’d like it better than staying here at the Friary for the next four or five Terran years, even though you’ve become quite a sky crawler in the last week or two. It may seem exciting right now, but it’ll get boring if you live long enough. Once you’ve seen sky, you’ve seen sky, now, haven’t you? Fog is fog and mist is mist and one moth is very like another. Eventually your bodyguards will get forgetful about watching out for you, and about that time Highbones or one of his cronies will knock you off a tower. Out at the dig, however, there’s nobody trying to kill you and we’re always finding new things. It’s interesting. Here it’s prayers five times a day and penitential walks between times. Here it’s mind your Doctrine and keep your mouth shut, because if Fuasoi isn’t listening, one of his little friends is. Yavi or Fumo or Shoethai, take your pick.”