EPILOGUE
The Steps to God
YOU COULD NOT climb the Steps to God in a dog cart. The mountains men stubbornly called the Coastal Ranges were too high and treacherous for sleds. Glaciers and crevasses ate anything with two runners or four legs. And just because they could wait years for a meal didn’t mean you should forget and tempt them with something tasty like nine dogs and a loaded sled. Fools had been dying that way for centuries, dragged down into great holes in the ice with all their possessions plummeting around them along with their own good sense.
Sadaluk No Ears, Listener of the Ice Trappers, wasn’t about to fall into that trap. He and Nolo had gone north instead of east, along the great ice ledges of the continent, across the Bay of Auks, the wastes of the Wrecking Sea and the Bay of Whales. Others lived here, not Trappers, but men and women who had the old dark blood in their veins and knew how to exist in the bear days of winter when the sun barely cracked the horizon and the skies were so empty they robbed your breath, warmth and life in that order if you spent too long looking up.
Winter was done here, though, and the hare days of spring had begun. The sun spent hours in the southern sky, giving off a brilliant white light, but it melted only a small portion of the ice. Travel was harder because of it, for ice-melts were fickle things and if you thought you could predict their location, length and depth you were wrong. Nolo had good eyes but he still had much to learn. Sadaluk had little to learn but poor eyes. Together they managed. They spotted telltale slicks above the ice and the warning darkness of water below it. They sniffed for salt and the green scent of multiplying algae. Any Ice Trapper worth his sealskins knew it wasn’t sufficient to look and smell, but Sadaluk’s days of listening for weaknesses in the ice—cracks, whirrs, soft plops and even softer ticks—were gone and would never return.
Nolo listened, but it wasn’t the same.
Sadaluk was glad when they reached the Lake of Lost Men and could turn east. The inland sea was shrouded in mist and the sun rarely touched it. Even if it had, the Listener did not think there was enough power in the heavens to melt these frozen waters. The ice was old here and it had sunk its taproots deep. It made its own weather and dictated the length of its own days. Sadaluk had gone on a journey once, traveling south and east to meet people who shared interests with the Ice Trappers and to see something of the world for himself. What struck him was people’s misconceptions about frozen lakes. They thought them as smooth as glass, imagined that Sadaluk could climb onto his sled and skate into the sunset with barely a push from his dogs. “It is rock,” he had told them impatiently. “Ice makes cliffs and boulders.”
He did not think they believed him. Either that or his language skills had not been up to the task. He would have liked to have shown them the Lake of Lost Men and said, “See. Here ice and land behave the same.”
The lake was tough going and there were many days where he and Nolo had to carry the sled. You’d think the dogs would be grateful for the rest, yet they wasted their energy scrapping with one another with such fierce relentlessness that Sadaluk had to break up the fights. He was not gentle with his stick. You could not afford to be, this far north.
No one lived east of the Bay of Whales. The world was empty here. Two men and nine dogs did not fill even its smallest cracks.
It took them thirty days to traverse the lake. One night before they reached the eastern shore, Sadaluk had looked at the dogs and the remaining supply of frozen seal meat and perceived a shortfall. No Ice Trapper would keep a dog alive at a human’s expense, yet Nolo had argued for only a partial culling. He bit off his gloves and held out four fingers and wagged his head toward the sled. Who will pull it?
Sadaluk had frowned until Nolo held out his thumb.
They had four dogs now. Nolo had modified the sled so that it wasn’t much bigger than a child’s toy. Both he and Sadaluk worked it each day, pushing or pulling as the frozen waste rose and fell.
Every day after they left the lake, Sadaluk woke in the morning and asked himself, Am I in the Want?
He had never entered the great white desert at the heart of the continent. He was an old man. What did he know?
The river they took east from the lake narrowed and branched and eventually failed. Nolo broke down the sled and used the runners to make stiff backpacks for himself, Sadaluk and the remaining dogs. The dogs, not realizing their own luck, fought the packs, yanking their heads to bite at them, and dragging themselves belly-up along the ground. They were sled dogs, not carrier dogs. The Listener could not fault them.
Nolo slaughtered them and cached the meat. Sadaluk was not a man given to sadness, but the sight of Nolo building a pyramid of stone to mark the cache site gave him pause.
He did not think either of them would be coming back.
The Listener did not say anything—what good would be done?—but he did spare a thought for Nolo’s young wife, Sila. He thought about all the people he himself had left behind. He recalled the time many years ago when a great ledge of ice had sheared from the sea and slammed into the village. No one had seen it coming. No one had imagined such a thing could happen.
Yet the ice had always been there in plain sight.
Sadaluk knew that from now on he must be the one to watch the ice. When it moved, when it broke open, he had to try and block it. The white bear had bound him to this task. Could one man do such a thing, halt a force of pure destruction?
The Listener did not know. But one man—two men—were better than none and that was why he had undertaken this journey.
Loading their possessions on their backs, they left the cache site and hiked through a land of frozen, mounded gravel and dwarf trees. The sun moved exactly as it was supposed to, keeping to the south, and they did not realize they had entered the Great Want until the stars went missing that night.
Sadaluk No Ears, son of Odo Many Fish, heard the sound of extinction in their absence. He stayed awake, listening, and at dawn he got his answer.
Soon.
He woke Nolo and they headed Want-east.
Sword of Shadows #04 - Watcher of the Dead
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