We went out by a path that led through a big clump of flickering starflowers and then into Batwing. A whole bunch of Batwing grownups and newhairs were in their clearing banging away at a giant redlantern tree with their blackglass axes, working in the pink light of its flowers.
We walked round the edge of their clearing to Family Fence, dragged away the branches at the opening, and went out into open forest. No more shelters and campfires ahead of us now: nothing but shining trees.
Hmmmph, hmmmph, hmmmph, went the trees. Hmmmmmm, went forest. We walked for a waking under the light of the treelanterns, slashing down whatever birds and bats and fruit we could get as we went along, and finally stopped to rest at the big lump of rock called Lava Blob. Old Roger handed us out a gritty little seedcake each, made of ground-up starflower seeds, so we could have something in our bellies, and then we settled down with our backs against the rock, so we didn鈥檛 have to worry about leopards sneaking up behind us. There were lots of yellowlantern trees round there, which we didn鈥檛 get so much back in Family, and also yellow animals called hoppers that came bouncing out of forest on their back legs and wrung their four hands together while they looked at us with their big flat eyes and went Peep peep peep. But hoppers were no good to eat and their skins were no use either, so we just chucked stones at them to make them go away and let us sleep in peace.
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When we woke up, Starry Swirl was still bright bright in sky. We ate a bit of dry cake and off we went again, under redlanterns and whitelanterns and spiketrees, with flutterbyes darting and glittering all round us and bats chasing the flutterbyes and trees going hmmph, hmmph, hmmph like always, until it all blurred together into that hmmmmmmmmm that was the background of our lives.
After a few miles we came to a small pool full of shiny wavyweed and all us newhairs took off our wraps and dived into the warm water for crabfish and oysters to eat. All the boys watched Tina Spiketree diving in, and they all thought how graceful she was with her long legs, and how smooth her skin was, and how much they wanted to slip with her. But when she came up she swam straight to me, and gave me a dying oyster with the bright pink light still shining out of it.
鈥淵ou know what they say about oysters, don鈥檛 you, John?鈥� she said.
Tom鈥檚 neck, she was pretty pretty, the prettiest in whole of Family. And she knew it well well.
In another couple of hours we reached the place where Peckham Hills began to rise up out of forest of Circle Valley, and started to climb up through them by Monkey Path, which isn鈥檛 really a path, but just a way we know through the trees. The trees carried on up the slopes 鈥� redlanterns and whitelanterns and scalding hot spiketrees 鈥� and there were flickering starflowers growing beneath them, just like in the rest of forest. Streams ran through them down from darkness and ice, heading towards Greatpool, still cold cold but already bright and glittering with life. And small creatures called monkeys jumped from tree to tree. They had little thin bodies, and six long arms with a hand on the end of each. Handsome Fox shot one with an arrow, and was pleased pleased with himself, even though they were all bones and sinews and only give a mouthful of meat, because they move fast and are hard to aim at with those big blotches on their skin that flash on and off as they swing among the lanternflowers.
As we climbed up it got colder. The starflowers disappeared, the trees became smaller, and there weren鈥檛 any monkeys any more, only the occasional smallbuck darting away through the trees. And then the trees stopped and we came out from the top edge of forest onto bare ground. Pretty soon, when we鈥檇 climbed above the height of those last few little trees, we could see whole of Circle Valley spread out below us 鈥� whole of Eden that we knew, with thousands and thousands of lanterns shining all the way from where we stood on Peckham Hills to Dark shadow of Blue Mountains away in the distance, and from Rockies over the left, with the red glow of Mount Snellins smouldering in middle, to the deep darkness over to our right that was Alps. And above all of it the huge spiral of Starry Swirl was still shining down.
Of course, with no trees to give off light with their lanternflowers or to warm the air with their trunks, it was dark dark up there 鈥� you could only just barely make things out in the starlight and the light from the edge of forest 鈥� and it was cold cold, specially on our feet. But us newhairs dared each other to run up as far as the snow. The ice felt like it was burning, it was so cold, and most kids took ten twenty steps, yelled and came running down again. But I took Gerry right up to the ridge of the hill and then, ignoring Old Roger yelling at us to come back, went far enough down the other side so that the others couldn鈥檛 see us.
鈥淲e鈥檝e made our point now, haven鈥檛 we, John?鈥� Gerry said, shivering. We only had waistwraps on, and buckskins round our shoulders, and our feet were hurting like they鈥檇 been skinned. 鈥淪hall we go back down to rest of them now?鈥�
My cousin Gerry was about a wombtime younger than me 鈥� his dad was giving his mum a slip, in other words, about the time that I was born 鈥� and he was devoted to me, he thought I was wonderful, he鈥檇 do just about anything I asked.
鈥淣o, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Be quiet and listen.鈥�
鈥淟isten to what?鈥�
鈥淭o the silence, you idiot.鈥�
There was no hmmmmmmmm of forest, no hmmph, hmmph, hmmph of pumping trees, no starbirds going hoom, hoom, hoom in the distance, no flutterbyes flapping and flicking, no whoosh of diving bats. There was no sound at all except a quiet little tinkle of water all around us coming out from under the snow in hundreds of little streams. And it was dark dark. No tree-light up there. The only light came from Starry Swirl.
We could barely make out each other鈥檚 faces. It made me think about that place called Earth where Tommy and Angela first came from, way back in the beginning with the Three Companions, and where one waking we would all return, if only we stayed in the right place and were good good good. There were no lanterntrees back there on Earth, no glittery flutterbyes or shiny flowers, but they had a big big light that we don鈥檛 have at all. It came from a giant star. And it was so bright that it would burn out your eyes if you stared at it.
鈥淲hen people talk about Earth,鈥� I said to Gerry, 鈥渢hey always talk about that huge bright star, don鈥檛 they, and all the lovely light it must have given? But Earth turned round and round, didn鈥檛 it, and half the time it wasn鈥檛 facing the star at all but was dark dark, without lanterns or anything, only the light the Earth people made for themselves.鈥�
鈥淲hat are you talking about, John?鈥� Gerry said, with his teeth chattering. 鈥淎nd why can鈥檛 we go back down again if you just want to talk?鈥�
鈥淚 was thinking about that darkness. They called it Night, didn鈥檛 they? I鈥檓 just thinking that it must have been like this. What you get up here on Snowy Dark: it鈥檚 what they would have called Night.鈥�
漏 Chris Beckett
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