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Book II: Roquana's flight
Chapter 7: Tohu
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Each of the boys, except Weasel, had
contributed one of his sandwiches for Roquana and Tommuz at lunchtime,
and Fronk had provided them with some bottles of water and a bag to
carry their provisions. Even so they would have to husband their
resources and might well be extremely hungry before they reached New
Jackrusselham. Fronk had told them to turn left, skirt the
agricultural land around the city, and take the first road, which led
straight to New Jackrusselham without any of the twists and turns of
the roads between Beddleham, Caerbirmingham and Jarwick Hoe. As
these detours were made to avoid areas where the Tohu were known to
live, he hoped that the straight road to the capital might be free of
the savage, bloodthirsty apes, but the sigh he gave as he wished them
luck when they got out of his truck clearly indicated that he thought
they would likely meet their ends as a feast for the Tohu.
“We’ll have to stay here till dark, then
cross the fields to the other road,” said Tommuz, but Roquana
reminded him that she had been able to follow animal tunnels through
the undergrowth all the way from Savark Court to Beddleham. There
could well be similar tunnels around Jarwick Hoe that would bring them
to the other road without crossing the fields. Tommuz pushed into
the undergrowth, ducking under low branches and flattening brambles and
bracken, and it wasn’t long before he found what he sought.
The two of them moved, bent double, along the low passageway and soon
came to a natural lookout where they could see the city, high on the
slope, its farmland spread out beneath it, and the roads to
Caerbirmingham and New Jackrusselham meeting below the main gate.
The convoy had come to a halt. The gate was
closed. The two Savark carriages were parked across the road,
blocking the way, and the truck-drivers and their boys were formed up
in a line, being questioned by men in the uniform of Lord
Savark’s security guards.
They saw the Convoy Master inspecting the line, saw
him speak to the guards, saw Fronk and Korl pulled out of the line, and
saw the captain of the guards shouting at them. They
couldn’t hear the words, but he was obviously furious, and they
saw the labourers in the fields stop their work and turn to stare.
Fronk gestured angrily and spat, gestured again then
turned to Korl, who nodded vigorously. Jowsif stepped forward and
said something, and Stighvin put in a word, while the other boys nodded
in agreement as Stighvin pointed back along the road to
Caerbirmingham. Weasel, meanwhile was tumbled to the ground,
where a couple of lads kept him quiet by sitting on him
Another Savark carriage came hurtling along, this
one from New Jackrusselham. The newcomers, also security guards,
conferred with the others, asked more questions of Fronk, waved aside
the boys who seemed eager to tell them anything they wanted to know,
then conferred again. After that the guards dismissed the drivers
and their boys, got into their carriages and set off at high speed
“What was that all about?” Tommuz asked.
“I think,” I said, “that Fronk
must have said that he had another two boys but they were so useless
that he sacked them and left them in Caerbirmingham. The boys
chimed in with lots of corroborative detail to add verisimilitude to an
otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.”
“My voice says,” said Roquana, and she
repeated it word for word.
“You really do have a voice in your
head,” said Tommuz. “You’d never had said that
stuff about verisimilitude yourself. Perhaps it’s one of
the gods come to help us, the Maiden perhaps, or the Lord
“I don’t know what it is,” said
Roquana, but I just hope it’s a good voice.”
They set off again along the animal track.
Three days’ walking someone had estimated. That might have
been so if they had been able to walk openly along the road, but with
Savark carriages on the lookout for them, and helicopters scanning the
area from on high, they had to stay under cover and the going was far
from easy. The tracks seemed to be in constant use, but here and
there branches of briars had grown across, in places they had to crawl
underneath dense bushes, and at times they had to cross streams.
When they came to larger rivers the tracks led them back to the road
and they had to hurry over the bridge and search for the hidden
Rain made them wet and miserable even if they were
sheltered from the worst of a storm by the trees, for after the rain
was over the wet foliage hung low and showered them with a swoosh of
water whenever they pushed it aside. Unidentified insects had
bitten both of them before they had gone very far and they had itchy
red spots on their hands and round their ankles where the creatures had
got in to bite between trouser and sock. Once, after they had
crossed a river and were looking for the entrance to the next stretch
of tunnel, Roquana brushed her hand against an inoffensive-looking
plant and cried out in pain as it stung her. They looked in
horror of the reddened skin and the blebs forming on it, both
frightened that the poison might prove fatal.
“If I die ...” began Roquana.
“... I’ll find the same plant and let it
kill me,” said Tommuz. “We’ll be together
“No,” said Roquana. “If I
die you must go on. You must find some way to let the government
know what goes on at Savark Court.”
“All right,” said Tommuz, “and
then I’ll kill myself to be with you.”
By then, however the pain of the sting was
lessening, and in a little while it became clear that the plant’s
poison was not going to kill Roquana, and so they continued their
Eventually the track led them away from the road and
deeper into the forest. The trees were tall here and their
branches closed out much of the sunlight. The undergrowth was
sparse and the going much easier – the only difficulty was that,
now that they had come out of the enclosed tunnel-like track, it was no
longer clear which way they had to go. They could wander randomly
among the trees, perhaps going in circles, as people who are lost are
said to do, until finally, starved and exhausted, they lay down to die.
“That won’t happen,” said Tommuz,
“if we keep close to the thick undergrowth there. It grows
like that along the side of the road because there’s more
light. If we keep close to that tangle of bushes we’ll be
close to the road, and we’ll come to New Jackrusselham.”
“What do you say, Voice?” said Roquana.
“It’s a good idea,” I said.
“Better than wandering among the trees.” So she
agreed with Tommuz and they set off again.
It was much easier now. They could walk
upright, next to each other, and talk as they went. The weather
was fine, but Roquana grew more and more uneasy. She was sure
that someone or something was following them through the woods.
She hadn’t seen anything, nor had she exactly heard anything that
she could identify as the sound of pursuit, but still, she felt that
they were not alone. Tommuz found a stout branch that had fallen
from one of the trees. He broke off the thin side-branches and
armed himself with the long straight bough. Through the trees
they heard some heavy animal, and Tommuz grasped his home-made weapon
ready to defend Roquana, but the sounds moved away.
Roquana was still uneasy. She was still sure
that something was creeping after them through the trees, but Tommuz
told her not to be afraid.
Then they saw a beast. It was big. It
was black or dark brown and covered in bristly hair. It was ugly
– and it had tusks.
“Get behind the tree!” said Tommuz.
Roquana quickly hid behind the nearest tree, but she
trod on a twig. It snapped and the creature looked up.
“Get away as soon as you can,” whispered
Tommuz, gripping his stick.
The animal looked at him, hesitated, then
charged. Tommuz crouched and held the branch in front of
him. I saw that he didn’t have a chance. The enraged
beast would rip him apart with its tusks, but I could do nothing.
It was almost on him when something struck it
– a spear, then another. The animal slewed towards its
attackers, and a shaggy ape-like creature darted out from the trees and
thrust another spear deep into the wounded beast.
It collapsed, and several more apes appeared.
They turned towards Tommuz, who brandished his stick, determined to
fight off any attack – but it seemed to me that the noises they
made weren’t just animal grunts. I listened, then I said to
Roquana, “Tell him to drop the stick. They are
talking. They have language. They’re
“Tommuz,” she called. “Drop
the stick. They’re friends. My voice says.”
Tommuz hesitated, then he put down the stick.
One of the apes picked it up and went over to the beast. The apes
tied its legs together over the pole and hoisted it onto their
One turned to Tommuz and Roquana.
“Chumba!” he said. “Chumba
gif utzi. Choo itzi vortsha gif utzi. Chumba!
They hesitated. The Toho flung back his hood
and they realised that he wasn’t a hairy ape but a bearded young
man wearing garments made out of animal pelts.
“Chumba!” he said again, then, pointing
at the dead animal slung on the pole, he said again: “Tshoo itzi
vortsha gif utzi. Chumba.”
“I think, said Tommuz quietly, “he means
if we don’t come quietly we’ll end up dead like that
thing. We’d better go.”
The Toho obviously approved.
“Chetzi, chetzi,” he said, nodding his
“Out of the frying pan ...” murmured
The Tohu led them through the trees and eventually
into an area where the forest grew through odd rough ridges in the
ground. They came to a hillock, pulled aside a tangle of
vegetation and revealed a door. Steps led down into an
underground cavern, though it was rectangular, not natural but made by
the Tohu. A stone passage led to another door, and beyond it was
a large hall with several doors leading off it. The Tohu stopped
there and pulled off their shaggy animal skins revealing inner clothing
made out of wool and leather. The dead animal was carried off,
and the Toho who had spoken before turned to them and said something
that sounded like “Gaytsi chiyaha,” and gestured towards a
row of chairs. They sat down to wait, guarded by a couple of the
Tohu, while the leader went through another door, obviously to report
to some more important Toho that two humans had been taken.
After a while he returned with some other Tohu,
older males it seemed, more solid in build, slower in movement, and
with grey beards and grey or absent hair. They conferred together
for a few moments, then one came forward.
“Welcome,” he said, smiling.
“Welcome to the underground city of the people you call
Tohu. I am Vayhal, one of your own people, though when I lived
among you I was called Moiku. Like you I fled from the evils of
the rulers of Sunday and found my way to the wild people of the
woods. Do not be afraid. No-one will harm you here.”
“We thought,” said Tommuz, they would
kill us if we didn’t go with them.”
“I wonder what gave you that idea.”
“They pointed at the dead animal and said Choo
arsi vorshti giv ushti.”
“Choo itzi vortsha gif utzi?”
The man chuckled. “And they pointed to
the pig? It means You eat pork with us. They were inviting
you to dinner, and you will eat pork, though not that particular wild
boar today – it will have to be butchered and hung for a while to
develop its flavour – but you must be both tired and
hungry. Come with me and have something to eat, then you can
sleep, and tomorrow you can tell us your story.
The next day they were led by Vayhal into a
beautifully panelled room, where five elders sat on ornately carved
chairs, almost thrones along one side of a polished table, while
Roquana and Tommuz sat on smaller, plainer chairs opposite, and Vayhal
took his place at the end of the table.
“These gentlemen,” he said, “are
the elders of this tribe of woodland people. They would like to
hear your story and why you have chosen to flee into the wild
forests. Perhaps, Tommuz, you could begin. Speak slowly and
leave me time between your sentences to translate.”
“I lived with my widowed mother in
Gollerlley,” he said, “until I was recruited to work for
Lord Savark at Savark Court. It was there that I met Roquana,
who, in spite of her male clothes, is a girl, not a boy.”
He told how he had been stripped of his trousers by
his fellow footmen and taken refuge in Roquana’s room, and how
Roquana had later been told that this was standard practice intended to
identify girls who could lie well and keep secrets, though in
Roquana’s case there was no secret to keep. He told how
they had been thrown together by the Housekeeper and Butler, who
probably believed they were indulging in sexual intercourse in the
gardens. He told how they had befriended old Wullum and his
apprentice Moiku, and how Moiku and the other boys had been lured by
Mrs Bonpoint, and Moiku chosen, castrated and made into a kitchen
maid. He told how Lord Savark had held a party for the so-called
great and good, members of the governing classes and the League of
Purity, how he himself had been employed on errands to keep him away
from Roquana, how she had seen sexual misbehaviour which would have
destroyed the reputation of Savark’s circle, including sexual
assaults on young children, how she had been attacked, and how, on
appealing to Lord Savark for help, she had been subjected to an attempt
The elders nodded sagely as Vayhal translated
Tommuz’s account, and on hearing of Roquana’s molestation,
put through him the question how she escaped.
“I kneed him in the balls,” she said,
“and he collapsed.”
When Vayhal translated this the elders chuckled in
approval and smiled at Roquana.
Tommuz then described how they had fled to
Beddleham, and how Roquana had been frightened when a Tohu had seized
her and carried her off, grunting “Got her! Got her!”
before dropping her in a stream as the hounds drew near.
Vayhal translated and the elders chuckled
again. Then Vayhal explained.
“The young hunter who picked you up was
helping you escape. What he said wasn’t got her but
góthekha, which in their language means water. He wanted
you to walk along the stream, in the water, so that the hounds would
lose your scent.”
After that Tommuz described what had happened in
Beddleham and their journey to Jarwick Hoe, and how Fronk and the
truckers’ boys had helped them. The elders expressed
satisfaction, asked Vayhal to tell Roquana and Tommuz the history of
the Tohu, and withdrew.
This, I thought, ought to be interesting. The
Tohu, or wild people of the woods, as they preferred to call
themselves, were obviously human. Were they renegade settlers who
had fled into the forests to be free of the strict morality imposed by
the government of Sunday, and, if so, was their language a code they
had devised so that government representatives could never understand
them? Or, on the other hand, was Sunday a planet that had been
settled before? Had it been abandoned leaving some of the
colonists behind to live out their lives in the jungles, or had it lost
contact with the Commonwealth, abandoned its civilisation, and declined
into a primitive hunter-gatherer society? Did the Sunday
Development Corporation know that the Tohu were human or did the ruling
class believe, as they told the rest of us, that the denizens of the
forests were really carnivorous apes?
“The Tohu,” said Vayhal, “are, as
you have doubtless realised, human beings. They are the
aboriginal inhabitants of this planet, for this world, which the
government has called Sunday, is, in fact, the long-lost original home
of mankind. This is Earth.
“When the Ommarigu and the Choinezzu between
them finally destroyed the environment of the whole planet, and the
King led the Great Exodus, obviously not all the people on Earth, not
even everyone in the King’s own country, could fit into the
spacecraft. Those that were left behind were forced to eke out a
miserable existence, largely underground, wearing protective clothing
whenever they ventured out of their burrows. Many millions died,
but small colonies survived here and there, including our groups here
“When the Sunday Development Corporation
rediscovered this world, they quickly realised that there were tribes
of the original inhabitants still here, but knowing that Commonwealth
laws insist that any intelligent species discovered on any planet
should be allowed to live in undisputed possession of their world, or
if there was room for human settlement and the indigenous population
agreed to it, then they should have the full rights of Commonwealth
citizenship, they decided to conceal their discovery.
“Development Corporation surveyors sought out
areas away from the main concentrations of the original inhabitants and
away from the ruins of our ancient cities, for it would not take a
trained archaeologist to recognise the remains of urban developments,
many of them extending over large areas.
“When the Development Corporation did choose
to mention the original inhabitants, they described them as vicious,
carnivorous apes that fed on human beings, as you know. This
helped to keep the settlers concentrated in areas where the Corporation
could keep its eye on them, and justified killing the Tohu whenever
they came near to the new settlements.”
Roquana and Tommuz were shocked, as was I, the
“Surely,” said Roquana, the Senate
cannot be aware of all this, or the Holy Synod?”
“We do not know just how far the knowledge is
shared among the establishment,” said Vayhal. “Lord
Savark and his associates in the Sunday Development Corporation are all
fully aware of it and orchestrating the genocide and the terrorising of
the colonists. It may well be that the Inquisition knows of it,
for they seem to know everything about everyone. Some members of
the Senate undoubtedly know, and very possibly some members of the Holy
Synod. From what we have been able to find out about her, it
would seem that the President is innocent of any complicity.”
“Then we must tell her,” said
Roquana. “I’m sure she will try to put things right
as soon as she knows what has happened.”
“How can any of us approach the
President?” said Vayhal. “Those few of us who fled
from the colonies are known to and wanted by the authorities. We
have taught Unglush to a number of the wild people, and several of our
young men have even sacrificed their beards in order to enter New
Jackrusselham and walk about undetected to observe and listen, but even
the most proficient of them speak with native accents and could never
approach any official.”
“We’ll go,” said Roquana.
“We were making for New Jackrusselham anyway. We wanted to
lose ourselves in the crowds there, but perhaps we can find a way to
contact the President.”
“I am very unwilling to let you take such an
appalling risk,” said Vayhal. “Lord Savark’s
men will be hunting for you, and, though they think you are at Jarwick
Hoe or Caerbirmingham, they will still be on the alert for you in New
“It really is our only chance,” said
Roquana. “Surely the President will listen”
I used to like Old Bonita Bananas when she was on
television,” said Vayhal, “ and, as I said, I’m sure
she would never have agreed to genocide. There was always
something so wonderfully innocent about her.
It’s OLD Bonita Bananas,
Bonita Bananas, olay!”
he sang. “But if what you tell me about Jamal Fittlutt is
true, how can we trust anyone?”
“I always found Jamal Fittlutt a creepy sort
of person,” said Tommuz. “He came to Gollerley to do
a show there, and I went with my mother, and we both thought he was
quite peculiar, but when Old Bonita Bananas came it was quite
different. She was such a jolly sort of person you couldn’t
help liking her. I think it’s worth a try.”
“Well,” said Vayhal, “I’ll
put it to the Elders and see what they say. I’m afraid
you’ll have to shave, Tommuz.”
Tommuz stroked his stubble. “I’ll
be glad to get rid of this,” he said. “I must look
Vahal laughed. “I was forgetting,”
he said. “You’re used to being clean-shaven.
Shaving is a real sacrifice for our men. They feel undignified,
as if they’d gone back to being prepubescent boys. They
feel about losing their beards much as you would feel if you were
forced to go round without your trousers – but they do it: for
the good of the community. Anyway, I’ll put your proposal
to the Elders and we’ll see what they say.
What the Elders said was yes. They recognised
the danger, but, if the original human inhabitants were not to be
totally exterminated by the newcomers, the truth about the Sunday
Development Corporation had to be revealed. Getting to the new
President might be the only possible chance.
Tommuz shaved, and he and Roquana were given new
clothes bought or stolen in the city, and, after a couple more days of
rest, they set out, accompanied by half a dozen young men of the Tohu,
clean-shaven and dressed as colonists, and by a couple of girls.
They walked rapidly through the forests, for the
Tohu knew their way around every inch of their territory, camped
overnight, when the young men took turns to keep watch, and then camped
again a short distance from the city. The next morning they rose
at dawn and were ready to join the agricultural workers in the fields.
At the edge of the forest trees were being felled to
extend the farmland, and one of the Tohu explained that as the farmland
encroached on the forest, so the city expanded into the fields, the
newly felled trees being used for stockades around the new suburbs.
They slipped out of the forest and watched the
felling of trees and the dragging out of the stumps, looking like
farm-labourers taking a break, then set off towards the city gates,
seeing as they approached them a convoy of trucks and buses, which, the
Tohu said, were bringing cargo and new settlers from the space-port,
then, about mid-morning, they passed through the gate and entered New
and Concessions for permitted uses.
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