destroyed."
Bardo looked at Danlo with his big brown eyes and sighed. Then he said, "It's dangerous for you to return to Neverness, Little Fellow. I think the Sonderval is right: you should abjure your vow and come with us to Sheydveg. You'll be safer in battle than in the tower of Hanuman's goddamned cathedral. Fight with us! Your father was such a formidable fighter, and his father — all your bloody line. Can't you feel it inside yourself, the holy fire? By God, why don't you do what you were born to do?"
"I ... will go to Neverness," Danlo finally said.
"Ah, well, I think I knew you would." Bardo yawned hugely and turned to watch the stars setting over the ocean to the west.
"It is far past midnight," Danlo said. "Perhaps we should sleep before tomorrow."
"Sleep? I'll sleep when I die. There's still too much to do tonight to waste time sleeping."
Danlo caught a strange, sad gleam in Bardo's eyes, and he said, "Yes?"
"Well, I've sworn not to drink beer any more, so I suppose I should find a woman. Someone plump and fertile — it's been too, too long, and who knows if this will be the last time."
Danlo waited for Bardo to stand up, but the huge man remained like a rock almost stuck to the earth.
"Ah, the truth is, I don't want to leave you now, Little Fellow. Who knows if this will be the last time I see you?"
As tears began to flow freely in Bardo's eyes, Danlo smiled and laughed softly. He jumped up, then pulled Bardo to his feet. "I shall miss you," he said as he embraced him.
"Ah, Little Fellow, Little Fellow."
"But of course we'll see each other again," Danlo said. "Even though a million stars and all the lightships of Neverness lie between us."
"Do you really think so?"
"Yes. It ... is our fate."
With that, Bardo thumped Danlo's back one last time, bowed, and ambled off towards the academicians' apartments to find his woman — probably some young journeyman whom he had met during the last few days. Danlo watched him disappear into the shadows; then he turned and waited for the sun to rise over the plains and the light-field to the east.
That morning most of the New Order on Thiells assembled at the light-field to bid the pilots farewell. Some nine thousand Ordermen lined the field's main run for a mile on either side. Their formal silk robes, in amber, red, indigo, cobalt and violet, rippled like banners in the wind. Akashics, horologes, historians, cetics and remembrancers — it was their pride to honour the two hundred pilots who would risk war to protect them. And to protect the Order's ancient dream of awakening a star-flung humanity to the light of reason and truth's bright, ineffable flame. No one knew when these brave pilots might return. No one knew what might befall them — and the New Order — if they never returned, but it was also their pride to match the pilots' bravery with their own, and so almost every face was smiling and bright with cheer.
Much of the city of Lightstone, as well, turned out to watch the spectacle of the pilots' departure. There were some eighty-nine thousand of these people jostling and vying for position, craning their necks for a better view of the two hundred lightships shimmering in the early sun.
At precisely the first hour after first light, Lord Nikolos arrived at the field in a gleaming red sled and took his place on the middle of the run. There, in front of their ships, the pilots had been called together to receive his final charge and blessing. The Sonderval, as Lord Pilot, stood foremost among them, a great tree of a man nearly eight feet tall dressed in his formal black robe. The master pilots waited near him in order of precedence of the date on which they had taken vows. Helena Charbo, with her great shock of silver hair and her fearless face, was the first of these, followed by Charl Rappaporth, Aja and Sabri Dur li Kadir. Fifty other masters were arrayed in line, Veronika Menchik, Ona Tetsu, Edreiya Chu, Richardess, and others, as well as Peter
Bardo looked at Danlo with his big brown eyes and sighed. Then he said, "It's dangerous for you to return to Neverness, Little Fellow. I think the Sonderval is right: you should abjure your vow and come with us to Sheydveg. You'll be safer in battle than in the tower of Hanuman's goddamned cathedral. Fight with us! Your father was such a formidable fighter, and his father — all your bloody line. Can't you feel it inside yourself, the holy fire? By God, why don't you do what you were born to do?"
"I ... will go to Neverness," Danlo finally said.
"Ah, well, I think I knew you would." Bardo yawned hugely and turned to watch the stars setting over the ocean to the west.
"It is far past midnight," Danlo said. "Perhaps we should sleep before tomorrow."
"Sleep? I'll sleep when I die. There's still too much to do tonight to waste time sleeping."
Danlo caught a strange, sad gleam in Bardo's eyes, and he said, "Yes?"
"Well, I've sworn not to drink beer any more, so I suppose I should find a woman. Someone plump and fertile — it's been too, too long, and who knows if this will be the last time."
Danlo waited for Bardo to stand up, but the huge man remained like a rock almost stuck to the earth.
"Ah, the truth is, I don't want to leave you now, Little Fellow. Who knows if this will be the last time I see you?"
As tears began to flow freely in Bardo's eyes, Danlo smiled and laughed softly. He jumped up, then pulled Bardo to his feet. "I shall miss you," he said as he embraced him.
"Ah, Little Fellow, Little Fellow."
"But of course we'll see each other again," Danlo said. "Even though a million stars and all the lightships of Neverness lie between us."
"Do you really think so?"
"Yes. It ... is our fate."
With that, Bardo thumped Danlo's back one last time, bowed, and ambled off towards the academicians' apartments to find his woman — probably some young journeyman whom he had met during the last few days. Danlo watched him disappear into the shadows; then he turned and waited for the sun to rise over the plains and the light-field to the east.
That morning most of the New Order on Thiells assembled at the light-field to bid the pilots farewell. Some nine thousand Ordermen lined the field's main run for a mile on either side. Their formal silk robes, in amber, red, indigo, cobalt and violet, rippled like banners in the wind. Akashics, horologes, historians, cetics and remembrancers — it was their pride to honour the two hundred pilots who would risk war to protect them. And to protect the Order's ancient dream of awakening a star-flung humanity to the light of reason and truth's bright, ineffable flame. No one knew when these brave pilots might return. No one knew what might befall them — and the New Order — if they never returned, but it was also their pride to match the pilots' bravery with their own, and so almost every face was smiling and bright with cheer.
Much of the city of Lightstone, as well, turned out to watch the spectacle of the pilots' departure. There were some eighty-nine thousand of these people jostling and vying for position, craning their necks for a better view of the two hundred lightships shimmering in the early sun.
At precisely the first hour after first light, Lord Nikolos arrived at the field in a gleaming red sled and took his place on the middle of the run. There, in front of their ships, the pilots had been called together to receive his final charge and blessing. The Sonderval, as Lord Pilot, stood foremost among them, a great tree of a man nearly eight feet tall dressed in his formal black robe. The master pilots waited near him in order of precedence of the date on which they had taken vows. Helena Charbo, with her great shock of silver hair and her fearless face, was the first of these, followed by Charl Rappaporth, Aja and Sabri Dur li Kadir. Fifty other masters were arrayed in line, Veronika Menchik, Ona Tetsu, Edreiya Chu, Richardess, and others, as well as Peter
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