“Hurtiancz, be silent!” snapped Vermoulian with peevish vigor. “I now have the floor, and I shall regale everyone with my account, including as many particulars as I deem necessary.”
“I call upon the Preceptor for a ruling!” cried Hurtiancz.
Ildefonse said: “Vermoulian, if your dream is truly germane to the issues, continue, but please speak to the point.”
“That goes without saying!” said Vermoulian with dignity. “For the sake of brevity, I will merely state that in attempting to walk that dream identified as AXR-11 GG7, Volume Seven of the Index, I entered a hitherto unclassified dream of the inoptative series. I found myself in a landscape of great charm, where I encountered a group of men, all cultured, artistic and exquisitely refined of manner. Some wore soft silky beards of a chestnut color, while others dressed their hair in tasteful curls, and all were most cordial.
“I will allude only to the salient points of what they told me. All possessions are in common, and greed is unknown. In order that time should be adequate for the enrichment of the personality, toil is kept to a minimum, and shared equally among all. ‘Peace’ is the watchword; blows are never struck, nor are voices raised in strident anger, nor to call out chiding criticism. Weapons? The concept is a cause for shuddering and shock.
“One of the men became my special friend, and told me much. ‘We dine upon nutritious nuts and seeds and ripe juicy fruit; we drink only the purest and most natural water from the springs. At night we sit around the campfire and sing merry little ballads. On special occasions we make a punch called opo, from pure fruits, natural honey, and sweet sessamy, and everyone is allowed a good sip.
“‘Still, we too know moments of melancholy. Look! Yonder sits noble young Pulmer, who leaps and dances with wonderful grace. Yesterday he tried to leap the brook but fell short into the water; we all rushed to console him, and soon he was happy once more.’
“I asked: ‘And the women: where do they keep themselves?’
“‘Ah, the women, whom we revere for their kindness, strength, wisdom and patience, as well as for the delicacy of their judgments! Sometimes they even join us at the campfire and then we have some fine romps and games. The women always make sure that no one becomes outrageously foolish, and propriety is never exceeded.’
“‘A gracious life! And how do you procreate?’
“‘Oh ho ho! We have discovered that if we make ourselves very agreeable, the women sometimes allow us little indulgences … Ah! Now! Be at your best! Here is the Great Lady herself!’
“Across the meadow came Llorio the Murthe: a woman pure and strong; and all the men jumped to their feet and waved their hands and smiled their greetings. She spoke to me: ‘Vermoulian, have you come to help us? Splendid! Skills like yours will be needed in our effort! I welcome you into our group!’
“Entranced by her stately grace, I stepped forward to embrace her, in friendship and joy, but as I extended my arms she blew a bubble into my face. Before I could question her, I awoke, anxious and bewildered.”
Lehuster said: “I can resolve your bewilderment. You were ensqualmed.”
“During a dream?” demanded Vermoulian. “I cannot credit such nonsense.”
Ildefonse spoke in a troubled voice: “Lehuster, be good enough to instruct us as to the signs by which ensqualmation may be recognized?”
“Gladly. In the final stages the evidence is obvious: the victim becomes a woman. An early mannerism is the habit of darting the tongue rapidly in and out of the mouth. Have you not noticed this signal among your comrades?”
“Only in Zanzel himself, but he is one of our most reputable associates. The concept is unthinkable.”
“When one deals with the Murthe, the unthinkable becomes the ordinary, and Zanzel’s repute carries no more weight than last year’s mouse-dropping — if that much.”
Zanzel pounded the table. “I am infuriated by the allegation! May I not so much as moisten my lips without incurring a storm of recrimination?”
Again Ildefonse spoke sternly to Lehuster: “It must be said that Zanzel’s complaints carry weight. You must either utter an unequivocal accusation, presenting documents and proofs, or else hold your tongue.”
Lehuster performed a polite bow. “I will make a terse statement. In essence, the Murthe must be thwarted if we are not to witness the final triumph of the female race. We must form a strong and defiant cabal! The Murthe is not invincible; it is three aeons since she was defeated by Calanctus, and the past is barred to her.”
Ildefonse said ponderously: “If your analysis is correct, we must undertake to secure the future against this pangynic nightmare.”
“Most urgent is the present! Already the Murthe has been at work!”
“Balderdash, flagrant and wild!” cried Zanzel. “Has Lehuster no conscience whatever?”
“I admit to puzzlement,” said Ildefonse. “Why should the Murthe select this time and place for her operations?”
Lehuster said: “Here and now her opposition is negligible. I look around this room; I see fifteen seals dozing on a rock. Pedants like Tchamast; mystics like Ao; buffoons like Hurtiancz and Zanzel. Vermoulian explores unregistered dreams with notepad, calipers and specimen-bottles. Teutch arranges the details of his private infinity. Rhialto exerts his marvels only in the pursuit of pubescent maidens. Still, by ensqualming this group, the Murthe creates a useful company of witches, and so she must be thwarted.”
Ildefonse asked: “Lehuster, is this your concept of a ‘terse statement’ in response to my question? First rumor, then speculation, then scandal and bias?”
“For the sake of clarity perhaps I overshot the mark,” said Lehuster. “Also — in all candour — I have forgotten your question.”
“You were asked to supply proof in the matter of a certain ensqualmation.”
Lehuster looked from face to face. Everywhere tongues darted in and out of mouths. “Alas,” said Lehuster. “I fear that I must wait for another occasion to finish my statement.”
The room exploded into a confusion of bursting lights and howling sound. When quiet returned, Lehuster was gone.
3
Black night had come to both High and Low Meadows. In the work-room at Falu Ildefonse accepted a half-gill of aquavit from Rhialto, and settled into a slung-leather chair.
For a space the two magicians warily inspected each other; then Ildefonse heaved a deep sigh. “A sad case when old comrades must prove themselves before they sit at ease!”
“First things first,” said Rhialto. “I will fling a web around the room, that no one knows our doings … It is done. Now then! I have avoided the squalm; it only remains to prove that you are a whole man.”
“Not so fast!” said Ildefonse. “Both must undergo the test; otherwise credibility walks on one leg.”
Rhialto gave a sour shrug. “As you wish, though the test lacks dignity.”
“No matter; it must be done.”
The tests were accomplished; mutual reassurance was achieved. Ildefonse said: “Truth to tell, I felt little concern when I noticed Calanctus: His Dogma and Dicta out upon the table.”
