Butler, Octavia - Patternmaster

A brilliant talent unique In speculative fiction, multiple Hugo and Nebula winner Octavia Butler is the creator of extraordinary novels that combine the cultural vision of Alice Walker and Terry McMillan with the cosmic scope of Ursula K. Le Guln and Doris Lesslng. Powerful, thought-provoking, and filled with white-knuckle suspense, this is one of her classic novels

PATTERNMASTER

The combined mind-force of a telepathic race, Patternist thoughts can destroy, heal, rule. For the strongest mind commands the entire Pattern and all within it. Now the son of the Patternmaster craves this ultimate power. He has murdered or enslaved every threat to his ambitionexcept one. In the wild, mutant-infested hills, a young apprentice must be

hunted down and destroyed because he is the tyrants

equaland the Patternmasters other son.son.son.son.

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Prologue

Rayal had his lead wife, Jansee, with him on that last night. He lay beside her in his huge bed, secure, lulled by the peacefulness of the Pattern as it flowed to him. The Pattern had been peaceful for over a year now. A year without a major Clayark attack on any sector of Patternist Territory. A luxury. Rayal had known enough years of fighting to be glad to relax and enjoy the respite. Only Jansee could still find reason for discontent. Her children, as usual.

I think tomorrow Ill send a mute to check on our sons, she said.

Rayal yawned. He found her too much like a mute herself in her concern for her young. The two boys, aged twelve and two, were at school in Redhill Sector, 480 kilometers away. She would have gone against custom and kept them near her at the school in Forsyth, their birth sector, if he had let her. Why bother? he said. Youre linked with them. If there was anything wrong with them, you would be the first to realize it. Why send a mute to find out what you already know?

Because Ill be able to see them through the mutes memory when he comes back. I havent seen either of them for over two years. Not since the youngest was born.

Rayal shook his head. Why do you want to see them?

I dont know. Theres something not wrong, but I dont know. He could feel her uneasiness influencing the Pattern, rippling its vast interwoven surface. Will you let me send a mute?

Send an outsider. Hell be better able to defend himself if the Clayarks notice him. Then he smiled. You should have more children. Perhaps then you would be less concerned for these two. She was used to his mocking. He had said such things to her before. But this time she seemed to take him seriously. He could feel her attention on him, focused, aware even of his smile, though she could not see him in the darkness.

You want me to have children by one of your outsiders? she asked.

He looked toward her in surprise, his mind tracing the solemnity of her expression. She was calling his bluff. She should have known better. By a journeyman, perhaps.

What?

Have them by a journeyman, or at least an apprentice. Not an outsider.

And which journeyman or apprentice did you have in mind?

He turned away from her in annoyance. She was continuing this nonsense to goad him. No other woman in his House would dare to bait him

so. Perhaps, for a change, she should not be allowed to get away with it either.

Michael will do, he said quietly.

Mich Rayal! He enjoyed the indignation in her voice. Michael was a young apprentice just out of school and about ten years Jansees junior.

You asked me to choose someone for you. Ive chosen Michael.

She thought about that for a while, then retreated. But her pride did not allow her to retreat far. Someday when you promote Michael to journeyman and he can hear me without embarrassment, Im going to tell him about this. She laid a hand alongside his face. Then, husband, if you still insist that you will give me no more children, I will accept your choice.

This was, he realized, as much a promise as a threat. She meant it. He reached for her, pulled her closer to him. Its for your own good that I refuse you. Youre really too much the mute-mother to have more children. You care too much what happens to them.

I care.

And theyre going to kill each other. Youre so strong that even your child by a weaker man might be able to compete with our two sons.

They wouldnt have to kill each other.

He gave a mental shrug. Didnt I have to kill two brothers and a sister to get where I am? Wont at least some of my children and yours be

as eager to inherit power as I was? He felt her try to pull away from him and knew that he had won a point. He held her where she was. Two brothers and a sister, he repeated. And it could easily have been two sisters if my strongest sister had not been wise enough to ally herself with me and become my lead wife.

Now he let her go, but she lay still where she was. The Pattern rippled with her sorrow. It reflected her emotions almost as readily as it did his own. But unless he cooperated, it would not respond to her control. He spoke again to her gently.

Even our sons will compete with each other. That will be difficult enough for you to watch, if it happens during your lifetime.

But what about your other children, she said. You have so many by other wives.

And Ill have more. I dont have your sensitivity. Those of my children who dont compete to succeed me will live to contribute to the peoples strength.

She was silent for a long while, her awareness focused on his face. Would you really have tried to kill me if I had opposed you or refused you?

Of course. On your own, you might have become a threat to me.

There was more silence, then, Do you know why I allied with you instead of contesting?

Yes. Now I do.

She went on as though she had not heard him. I hate killing. We have to kill Clayarks just to survive. I can do that. But we dont have to kill each other.

Rayal jerked the Pattern sharply and Jansee jumped, gasping at the sudden disturbance. It was comparable physically to a painless but startling slap in the face.

You see? he said. Ive just awakened several thousand Patternists by exerting no more effort than another person might use to snap his fingers. Sister-wife, that is power worth killing for.

Jansee radiated sudden anger. She thought of her sons fighting and her mind filled with bitter things to say about his power. But the pointlessness of verbalizing them to him, of all people, undermined her anger. Not to me, she said sadly, and I hope not to my sons. Let them save their savagery, their power, for the Clayarks. She paused. Have you noticed the group of mutes outside in front of the House?

This was not the change of subject that it seemed to be. He knew what she was leading up to but he let her go. Yes.

Theyve come a long way, she said.

You can let them in if you like.

I will, later, when theyve finished their prayers. She shook her head. Hajji mutes. Poor fools.

Jansee

Theyve come here because they think youre a god, and you wont even bother to let them in out of the cold.

They get exactly what they expect from me, Jansee. The assurance of good health, long life, and protection from abuse by their Masters. Making a religion of their gratitude was their own idea.

Not that you mind, she said softly. Power. In fact? since you hold the Pattern, youre even a kind of god to the Patternists, arent you? Shall I worship you, too, husband?

Not that you would. He smiled. But it doesnt matter. There are times when I need someone around me who isnt afraid of me.

Lest your own conceit destroy you, she said bitterly.

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The Clayarks chose that moment to end the year of peace. With an ancient gun of huge proportions, they stood on a hill just within sight of the lights of Rayals House. They had found the gun far south in territory that was exclusively their own. With rare patience and forethought, they had worked hard with it, cleaning it, coming to understand how it was supposed to work, repairing it, practicing with it. Then they dragged it to the House of the Patternmaster, their greatest enemy. It was unlikely that they would be able to use it more than once. Thus it would be