Helliconia Summer - Brian W. Aldiss [598]
‘There’s an old church down there, founded by a king from your part of the world, so you might be interested. And next to it is a shrine my father built in memory to my brother.’
‘I’d like to see.’
The way became steeper. Fallen trees obstructed their way. Shokerandit pursed his lips to see how the estate was being neglected. They passed under a waterfall, and picked their way through a bed of snow. Cloud clung to the hillside. Every leaf about them shone. The light was bad.
They circled past the cupola of the chapel. Its bell hung silent. When they reached level ground, they saw that a great drift of snow had sealed the door of the building.
As a native of Borldoran, Toress Lahl recognised immediately that the church was built in what was known as the Embruddockan style. Most of it lay below ground level. The steps which wound down its curving outer dome were intended to give worshippers a chance to clear their minds of worldly things before entering.
She scooped away snow so that she could peer through a narrow rectangular window set in the door. Darkness had been created inside, such light as there was penetrating from above. An old god’s portrait gazed down from behind a circular altar. She felt her breath come faster.
The name of the deity eluded her memory, but she knew well the name of the king whose bust and titles stood, sheltered from the elements, under the porch above the outer door. He was JandolAnganol, King of Borlien and Oldorando, the countries which later became Borldoran.
Her voice shook when she spoke. ‘Is this why I am brought here? This king is a distant ancestor of mine. His name is proverbial where I come from, though he died almost five centuries ago.’
Luterin’s only response was to say, ‘I know the building is old. My brother lies nearby. Come and see.’
In a moment, she collected herself and followed him, saying, ‘JandolAnganol …’
He stood contemplating a cairn. Stone was piled on stone, and capped with a circular block of granite. His brother’s name – FAVIN – was engraved on the granite, together with the sacred symbol of circle within circle.
To show reverence, Toress Lahl dismounted and stood with Luterin. The cairn was a brutal object in comparison with the delicately worked chapel.
Finally, Luterin turned away and pointed to the rocks above them.
‘You see where the waterfall begins?’
High overhead, a spur of rock protruded. Water spouted over its lip, falling clear for seventy feet before striking stone. They could hear the sound of its descent into the valley.
‘He rode out here one day on a hoxney, when the weather was better. Jumped – man and mount. The Azoiaxic knows what made him do it. My father was at home. He it was who found my brother, dead on this spot. He erected this cairn to his memory. Since then, we have not been allowed to speak his name. I believe that Father was as heartbroken as I.’
‘And your mother?’ she asked, after a pause.
‘Oh, she was upset too, of course.’ He looked up again at the waterfall, biting his lip.
‘You think greatly of your father, don’t you?’
‘Everyone does.’ He cleared his throat and added, ‘His influence on me is immense. Perhaps if he were away less, he would not be so close to me. Everyone knows him hereabouts for a holy man – much like your ancestor, the king.’
Toress Lahl laughed. ‘JandolAnganol is no holy man. He is known as one of the blackest villains in history, who destroyed the old religion and burnt the leader of it, with all his followers.’
‘Well, we know him here as a holy man. His name is revered locally.’
‘Why did he come here?’
He shook his head impatiently. ‘Because this is Kharnabhar. Everyone wants to be here. Perhaps he was doing penance for his sins …’
To that she would say nothing.
He stood staring down into the valley, into the confused hillsides.
‘There is no finer love than that between son and father, don’t you agree? Now I have grown up, I know other kinds of love – all with their lure. None has the purity – the clarity – of the love I bear for my father. All others are full of questions, of