David Zindell - Black Jade

'Ah, it seems we cannot go at all unless we find this Kul Kavaakurk. Where is this gorge, then? How do we know it really exists?'

Maram kept on complaining at the uncertainties of our new quest as his eyes searched the folds and fissures of the rocky earth to our right. His voice boomed out into the morning, and Master Juwain caught wind of our conversation. He rode up to us and told Maram, 'It surely does exist.'

'Ah, sir, but you are a man of faith.'

'I have faith in our Brotherhood's lore.'

'But, sir,' Maram reminded him, 'it is our Brotherhood no longer.'

'And that is precisely why you are ignorant of this lore.'

'Lore or fables?'

'The Way Rhymes are certainly no fables,' Master Juwain said. 'They are as true as the stories in the Great Book of the Ages. But they are not for the common man.'

He went on to speak of that body of esoteric knowledge entrusted only to the masters of the Brotherhood. As he often did when riding — or sitting, standing or even sleeping — he clutched in his hand his travelling volume of the Saganom Elu.

'Ah, well,' Maram said to him, 'one of the things that I could never abide about the Brotherhood was this madness for books.'

'A love for books, you mean.'

'No, it is more of a bibliolatry.'

'But the Way Rhymes are recorded in no book!'

'And that is precisely the point,' Maram said, needling him. 'The Brotherhood makes an idol of the very idea of a book.'

Master Juwain's homely face screwed up in distress. 'It is one of the noblest ideas of man!'

'So noble that you withhold this lore from men? Should not all that is best and most true be recorded in the Saganom Elu?'

Now Master Juwain's lips tightened with real pain. And he held up his worn book as he tried to explain to Maram: 'But all is recorded there! You must understand, however, that this rendering of the Saganom Elu is only for men. It is said that the Elijin have a truer telling of things, recorded on tablets of gold. And the Galadin as well have theirs, deeper and truer still, perhaps etched in diamond or read in starfire, for they are deathless and cannot be harmed, and so it must be with their writings. And the Ieldra! What can any man say of those whose being is pure light? Only this: that their knowledge must be the brightest reflection of the one and true Saganom Elu, the word of the One which existed before even the stars — and which was never created and therefore cannot be destroyed.'

For a whle, as our horses made their way over the uneven ground at a bone-bruising trot, Master Juwain continued to wax eloquent as his ideals soared. And then Maram rudely brought him back to earth.

'What I always detested about the Brotherhood,' Maram said, 'was that you always kept secrets from lesser men — even from aspirants such as I when I, ah, still aspired to be other than I am.'

'But we've had to protect our secrets!' Master Juwain told him. 'And so protect those who are not ready for them. Is a child given fire to play with? What would most men do if given the power of the Red Dragon?'

I turned in my saddle to look at the Red Knights trailing us as if bound to our horses with chains. I wondered yet again if Morjin rode with them; I wondered what he would do with the unfathomable power of the Lightstone.

Maram must have sensed the trajectory of my concerns, for he said to Master Juwain: 'And so like precious gems, like gelstei hidden in lost castles, you encode these precious secrets in your rhymes?'

'Even as we encode the way to our greatest school.'

Maram sighed at this, and he sucked at his lip as if wishing for a drink of brandy. 'Tell me again the verses that tell of this school.'

Now it was Master Juwain's turn to sigh as he said, 'You've an excellent ear for verse when you put yourself to it.'

'Ah, well, I suppose I should put myself since you have honored me with this precious lore that you say is no fable.'

'It is not a question of honor,' Master Juwain told him. 'If I fall before we reach the school, at least one of us must know the verse. Now listen well and try to remember this:

Between the Oro and the Jade

Where sun at edge of grass is laid.

Between the rocks like ass's ears

The Kul Kavaakurk gorge appears.

Maram nodded his head as his fat lips moved silently. Then he looked at Master Juwain and said, 'Well, the first two lines are clear enough, but what about the third? What about these "ass's" ears?'

'Why, that is certainly clear as well, isn't it? Somewhere, at the edge of the steppe, we will find two rocks shaped like an ass's ears framing the way toward the Kul Kavaakurk.'

'Why two rocks, then?' Master Juwain cast Maram a strained look as if he were being as dull and difficult as an ass.

He said, 'How many ears does an ass have?'

'No more than two, I hope, or I would not want to see such a beast. But what if the line you told me was instead:

Between the rocks like asses' ears

That could mean two asses or three, and so there could be four rocks or six — or even more.'

As Master Juwain pulled at his ruined ear, the one into which Morjin's priest had stuck a red-hot iron, he gazed at the mountains to the west. And he said, 'I'm afraid I hadn't thought of that.'

'And that is the problem with these Way Rhymes of yours. Since none of them are written down, how are we to make such distinctions?'

Master Juwain fell quiet as we trotted along. Then he thumped his book yet again and said to Maram, 'The words in here are meant to be clear for any man to read. But the words in the Way Rhymes are only for the masters of the Brotherhood. And any master would know, as you should know, to apply Jaskar the Wise's Scales to any conundrum.'

'Scales?' Maram said. 'Are we now speaking of fish?'

'Now you are being an ass!' Master Juwain snapped out.

'Ah, well, I must confess,' Maram said, 'that I do not remember anything about this Jaskar the Wise or his scales.'

'Jaskar the Wise,' Master Juwain reminded him, 'was the Master Diviner and then Grandmaster of the Blue Brotherhood in the Age of Law. But never mind for right now who he was. We are concerned with the principle that he elucidated: that when faced with two or more equally logical alternatives, the simplest should be given the greatest weight.'

'And so we are to look for an ass's ears, and so two rocks and not four, is that right?'

'I believe that is right.'

Maram covered his heavy brows with his hand as he scanned the great wall of the Nagarshath along our way. And he said, 'I haven't seen anything that looks like ears, those of an ass or any other beast, and we've come at least a hundred and forty miles from the Jade.'

'And we've still another forty until we reach the Oro. And so we can deduce that we'll come across this landmark between here and there.'

Maram looked behind at our pursuers and said, 'Closer to to here would be better than closer to there. I'm getting a bad feeling about all this. I hope we find these damn donkey's ears, and soon.'

After that we rode even faster through the swishing grasses along the mountains, and so did the men who followed us. I, too, had a bad feeling about them, and it grew only hotter and more galling as the sun rose higher above us. I turned often to make sure that Karimah and her Manslayers covered our rear, just as I watched Bajorak and his Danladi warriors fanned out ahead of us. After brooding upon Master Juwain's and Maram's little argument and all that my friends had said to me the night before, I finally pushed Altaru forward at a gallop so that I might hold counsel with this strong-willed headman of the Tarun clan.