“If you’re ready, you go farther down,” Tanamil said. “You must make your way against the River’s current to its source.”
“Aren’t you coming?” I said.
Tanamil shook his head. He had that expression which was no expression. “I can’t come any deeper because of being bound,” he said. “Besides, I couldn’t help you when you come to the source. It has to be one of your father’s people who unbinds us. I must go and find Kankredin. Your mother was quite right.”
“Oh,” I said. I was very disappointed. I suspected he wanted to be with Robin again.
5
Tanamil played his pipes again. It began as a shriek, but it passed to a hurrying, sobbing sound and died away. There was the streak of light and the sliding. This time I knew it: It was the same as when I had looked into the floods at night, not knowing the River was so high. It does not last long.
When I saw things as they really were, I was in the bed of the River, between high shadowing banks, among a flood of another sort. This was all people. People hurried past me in a shadowy crowd, more and more, coming always from the left and hurrying away to the right. My ears were assailed and irritated by the clatter of their feet. The clattering never stopped, yet it was oddly hard to hear. The people never stopped, and they were hard to see. Only when I looked at a person, and turned my head to keep my eyes on him or her as they hurried by, could I see them clearly. In this way I saw four men of our own people, a Heathen woman, two Heathen boys, and a girl about Robin’s age who was neither Heathen nor of our people. All were strangers to me. And always they hurried by between the shadowing banks, on and on.
“Gull’s rushing people!” I heard myself saying. “These are the souls of dead people. Now I know. The River is everyone who dies.”
Speaking like that took too much of my attention. Next thing I knew, I was hurrying with the crowd, panting with haste, on and on. The only difference between me and the rest was that I was still clutching my rugcoat and feeling the One bumping heavily in my shirt.
Nothing seemed to stop me as I hurried. I did not think of stopping, until I saw light shadowy movements in the far distance. The hurrying of the people became broken and hesitant. There was an uneasiness, and we ran waveringly. Then I could see that people were turning about ahead, and some came past, going the other way. They were unwilling and kept trying to turn round. The clatter of our feet was in confusion.
Up till then I had run as one does in dreams, not asking why a thing happens. But now I stared ahead and tried to make out what the light shadows were. I saw huge glassy shapes striding toward me. They were transparent, but green and wavering, as if they were made of water. Though they were still far away, they were enormous and striding fast. I could not see what happened to the uneasy crowd as they met the glassy giants. But I had a sense of nothing beyond them, and I thought I heard among the faltering clatter of feet a voice crying out in despair. It sounded like my mother’s.
I was terrified. I tried to turn back and struggle away from the glassy beings. It was most difficult to do. The hurrying was still all the other way, and it swept me with it. I cried out for help.
Then somebody was calling me, above on the bank. “Tanaqui, Tanaqui! Where have you got to, Tanaqui?”
I looked up, expecting my father. I think that, all along, I had been expecting to see my father among the rushing souls. I saw, running along the bank and peering down at the crowd, a fair-haired young man in a faded red rugcoat. He was fiercer and sturdier than Tanamil, but he had a joyful look which was like Tanamil’s. I clung with an elbow to the rocky bank and gaped up at him.
“There you are at last!” he said to me. “Mother told me you’d be here. You mustn’t go that way. The mages are down there. Come up here on the bank.” He held his hand down to me.
“Gull!” I said.
“Who did you think I was?” he said, and pulled me up on the bank.
“But … you’re grown up,” I said. “Are people’s souls always grown up, then?”
He was annoyed. “I’m not my soul. I’m all of me. Come along. We’ve got quite a way to go.”
He hurried off along the high bank, the other way to the way the people ran, and I did my best to keep up with him. It was very stony and uneven, quite unlike the smooth trodden ground of the Riverbed. “Why are you grown up?” I panted as I stumbled after him.
“Because I was born five years before you were,” he said, striding along. By this time I was falling steadily behind. Gull realized and turned back. “Sorry,” he said. “You’re loaded to the thwarts, aren’t you? Whatever have you got?”
“My rugcoat,” I panted. “But it’s the One that’s really heavy. He went gold, you know.”
“I’ll carry the coat for you,” he said, and took it out of my arms, which was a great relief. “It’s a beauty,” he said when he had it. “It must be the best you ever did. What have you got it for?” Then he smiled at me. “I’m terribly glad to see you, Tanaqui.”
Gull says things like that only when he means them. I was truly pleased. I explained to him about the rugcoat as we walked up the bank above the hurrying multitude of souls, to the perpetual soft patter of their feet. Kankredin’s glassy mages were out of sight behind. Everything was shadowy. Gull was the only bright thing I could see. I suppose that should have told me he was not just a soul. But in spite of being with us all the time, Gull did not know anything of our adventures. He told me that he could barely remember the part where he was with us in his body. As I explained, I found it hard not to say, “But surely you remember Robin was ill!” and “You must know what our King is like!”
When I came to the end, I said, “Now what do you think I have to do to unbind the One?” and Gull did not know that either. “I hoped you’d know that,” he said. I was thoroughly dismayed.
“But you must know!” I wailed. “I can’t ask anyone else here, because it’s got to be one of our family that does it!”
“Yes, I know. We bound him; we unbind him,” Gull said. “Don’t get worked up. Let’s think.” It did me good to have someone calm like Gull. That is one of the things I have missed. “You’ve got the One,” he said, “and you’ve got the spellcoat that shows you finding out how Kankredin caught the One and then me. And Tanamil says it was lucky you didn’t see all Kankredin’s gown—That’s it, Tanaqui! The spell is broken in your rugcoat! You try putting the coat on the One in the presence of Oreth!”
In that place, when Gull spoke that name, its echoes rolled in the Riverbed. The hurrying people halted, and their white faces looked up.
“I’ll show you where his source is,” Gull said quietly. The echoes died, and the people hurried on.
“I can’t get used to the way things are the same and not the same,” I said. “The One is not the River. Is he this golden statue?”