Poul Anderson - The Boat of a Million Years

Chapter HI, The Comrade, has appeared in Analog Science Fiction and Science Fact, June 1988. Copyright 1988 by Davis Publications, Inc.

Chapter V, No Man May Shun His Doom, does homage to the late Johannes V. Jensen.

Karen Anderson prepared the epigraph, slightly modifying her translation at my request, and as scholar and critic was invaluable throughout.

The CCCP is due to George W. Price.

For other kinds of help I also thank John Anderson, Victor Fernandez-Davila, and David Hartwell.

To G. C. and Carmen Edmondson Salud, amor, dinero y tiempo para gustarlos.

To sail beyond the world

Hannos voice faded away. Pytheas looked sharply at him. Against the plain, whitewashed room where they sat, the Phoenician seemed vivid, like a flash of sunlight from outside. It might only be due to the brightness of eyes and teeth or a skin tan even in winter. Otherwise he was ordinary, slender and supple but of medium height, features aquiline, hair and neatly trimmed beard a crows-wing black. He wore an unadorned tunic, scuffed sandals, a single gold finger ring.

You cannot mean that, said the Greek.

Hanno came out of reverie, shook himself, laughed. Oh, no. A trope, of course. Though it would be well to make sure beforehand that enough of your men do believe we live on a sphere. Theyll have ample terrors and troubles without fearing a plunge off the edge into some abyss.

You sound educated, said Pytheas slowly.

Should I not? I have traveled, but also studied. And you, sir, a learned man, a philosopher, propose to voyage into the sheerly unknown. You actually hope to come back. Hanno picked a goblet off the small table between them and sipped of the tempered wine that a slave had brought.

Pytheas shifted on his stool. A charcoal brazier had made the room close as well as warm. His lungs longed for a breath of clean air. Not altogether unknown, he said, Your people go that far. Lykias told me you claim to have been there yourself.

Hanno sobered. I told him the truth. Ive journeyed that way more than once, both overland and by sea. But so much of it is wilderness, so much else is changing these days, in ways unforeseeable but usually violent. And the Carthaginians are interested just in the tin, with whatever other things they can pick up incidental to that. They only touch on the southern end of the Pretanic Isles. The rest is outside their ken, or any civilized mans.

And yet you desire to come with me.

Hanno in his turn studied his host before replying. Pytheas too was simply clad. He was tall for a Greek, lean, features sharp beneath a high forehead, clean-shaven, with a few deep lines. Curly brown hair showed frost at the temples. His eyes were gray. The directness of their glance bespoke impiousness, or innocence, or perhaps both.

I think I do, said Hanno carefully. We shall have to talk further. However, in my fashion, like you in yours, I want to learn as much as I can about this earth and its peoples while I am still above it. When your man Lykias went about the city inquiring after possible advisors, and I heard, I was happy to seek him out. Again he grinned. Also, I am in present need of employment. There ought to be a goodly profit in this.

We are not going as traders, Pytheas explained. Well have wares along, but to exchange for what we need rather than to get wealthy. We are, though, pledged excellent pay on our return.

I gather the city is not sponsoring the venture?

Correct. A consortium of merchants is. They want to know the chances and costs of a sea route to the far North, now that the Gauls are making the land dangerous. Not tin alone, you understandtin may be the least of itbut amber, furs, slaves, whatever those countries offer.

The Gauls indeed. Nothing else need be said. They had poured over the mountains to make the nearer part of Italy theirs; a long lifetime ago war chariots rumbled, swords flashed, homes blazed, wolves and ravens feasted across Europe. Hanno did add: I have some acquaintance with them. That should help. Be warned, the prospects of such a route are poor. Besides them, the Carthaginians.

I know.

Hanno cocked his head. Nevertheless, you are organizing this expedition.

To follow knowledge, Pytheas answered quietly. I am fortunate in that two of the sponsors are ... more intelligent than most. They value understanding for its own sake.

Knowledge has a trick of paying off in unexpected ways. Hanno smiled. Forgive me. Im a crass Phoenician. Youre a man of consequence in public affairsinherited money, Ive heardbut first and foremost a philosopher. You need a navigator at sea, a guide and interpreter ashore. I believe I am the one for you.

Pytheas tone sharpened. What are you doing in Massalia? Why are you prepared to aid something that is ... not in the interests of Carthage?

Hanno turned serious. I am no traitor, for I am not a Carthaginian. True, Ive lived in the city, among many different places. But Im not overly fond of it. Theyre too puritanical there, too little touched by any grace of Greece or Persia; and their human sacrifices He grimaced, then shrugged. To sit in judgment on what people do is a fools game. Theyll continue doing it regardless. As for me, Im from Old Phoenicia, the East. Alexandras destroyed Tyre, and the civil wars after his death have left that part of the world in sorry shape. I seek my fortune where I can. Im a wanderer by nature anyway.

I shall have to get better acquainted with you, Pytheas said, blunter than he was wont. Did he already feel at ease with this stranger?

Certainly. Again Hannos manner grew cheerful. Ive thought how to prove my skills to you. In a short time. You realize the need to embark soon, dont you? Preferably at the start of sailing season.

Because of Carthage?

Hanno nodded. This new war in Sicily will engage her whole attention for a while. Agathokles of Syracuse is a harder enemy than the Carthaginian suffetes have taken the trouble to discover. I wouldnt be surprised if he carries the fight to their shores.

Pytheas stared. How can you be so sure?

I was lately there, and Ive learned to pay attention. In Carthage too. Youre aware she discourages all foreign traffic beyond the Pillars of Heraklesoften by methods that would be called piracy were it the work of a private party. Well, the suffetes now speak of an out-and-out blockade. If they win this war, or at least fight it to a draw, I suspect theyll lack the resources for some time afterward; but eventually theyll do it. Your expedition will take a pair of years at least, likelier three, very possibly more. The earlier you set forth, the earlier youll come homeif you doand not run into a Carthaginian patrol. What a shame, after an odyssey like that, to end at the bottom of the sea or on an auction block.

Well have an escort of warships. Hanno shook his head. Oh, no. Anything less than a penteconter would be useless, and that long hull would never survive the North Atlantic. My friend, you havent seen waves or storms till youve been yonder. Also, how do you carry food and water for all those rowers? They burn it like wildfire, you know, and resupplying will be chancy at best. My namesake could explore the African coasts in galleys, but he was southbound. Youll need sail. Let me counsel you on what ships to buy.

You claim a great many proficiencies, Pytheas murmured.

I have been through a great many schools, Hanno replied.