Under a Starless Sky

Chapter 48

Shen and TL were dressed in matching outfits, less ‘space uniform’ feel, but still alien enough to their

new friends. Shen was in dark jeans, a long sleeve, turtle neck sweater, and over shirt that had the feel

of a hockey jersey, and a jacket. TL was the same, only skirt and colored hose. It was in actuality the

same uniform, self-modified. Erico asked if they had any real clothes and there was laughter; Yaffa was

interested in the fabric and colors. ‘Star Trek,’ the original ‘Power Rangers;’ Shen kept his humor to

himself, smiled at his own thought.

The gate room was noisy with a dozen goats, tied together. Eight of them were pregnant, their bellies

on the verge of popping. There were bags with honey jars, wrapped in paper, and surrounded by Irk

feathers. There was bags with fruit and vegetables, fresh and dried. There was spices. There was salt.

There was goat, fish, and Irk jerky. Some of this was bundled in Irk hides, tied to bamboo poles to

facilitate carrying.

“This is way too generous,” Yaffa said. “I don’t trust it.”

“This is not generosity,” Shen assured her. “I am that wealthy, this is merely a token. Seriously, I have

so many salt bricks in storage I could build you an entire castle of rock. Stay for breakfast?”

“We need to get back,” Arne said. “The sun will be setting soon and our people will be worried.”

“How do you know what time it is there?” Shen asked.

“How do you what time it is here?” Torny asked.

“Okay, so, you want us to send you to Matsu’s temple?” TL asked.

“No. We have decided, you will know our gate. We would like you to come with us, and introduce

yourself to the Elders,” Arne said.

“Shen accepts,” TL said.

“I am not prepared…”

“You will have no needs while my guest,” Arne said. “Come with us.”

TL gave Shen her serious look.

“Apparently that’s settled. I accept,” Shen said.

“May I see your runes?” TL asked.

Arne nodded to Torny. Torny handed her a bag that was attached to her belt. TL sat on the floor, sitting

on her legs, and gently spilt the contents onto the floor. She turned them where all the markings were

face up. There were 17 runes in the bag, all of them with color tones, all softly illuminated, and all with

markings. She started sorting them, lining them up in groups. Torny knelt and the others circled around

them.

“Oh! I know this one! Same marking, I call it the ‘ohm,’” TL said.

“Yes,” Torny said. “That’s how we say this.”

TL held another up, looking through it. “I have this flavor, but not the same symbol.”

“May I see yours?” Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

TL met Torny’s eyes. She made a decision. “Rock?! Bring my stones.” she yelled. She yelled that for

the benefit of the guests, providing perceived continuity. Too many discrepancies in reality could slow

progress by being inundated with questions- questions neither she nor Shen were ready to address.

The butler Rock entered, accompanied by Abby. He brought a box and set it on the floor. In the upper

compartment of the box was a book, an ink well, and a collection of crystals, stones, runes, and die- all

laid out and arranged in dark felt, indented to accommodate the shapes. There were empty spaces.

The die reminded Shen of Dungeon and Dragon Dice. Each side was numbered, like D&D dice. There

was a space that held an assortment of unassigned gems. Beneath the upper compartment were three

drawers, only revealed when the top was unlocked and lifted, unfolded back.

“How do the stones always seem to be glowing?” Shen asked.

“They’re inner structure is in harmonic resonance with the prevalent spiritual field surrounding the

planet,” TL said.

“Do you have a less metaphysical response?” Shen asked.

“No,” TL said. Direct to his ears only: ‘Not in front of guests and I doubt even you would understand the

science of it.’ It was not a disparagement. Humans struggled to hold clarity on reality. ‘Quantum stuff.

Even my explanation would have you default to metaphysical.’

“Fair enough,” Shen said.

Abby handed a book to Torny. Most of it was empty pages, but what was written was descriptions of

crystals, energy signatures that were referenced in multiple ways, including musical tones, colors and

frequencies, math, and words. The explanatory descriptions seem incongruent, but were each defining

attributes that could only be understand from a different relational reference point. TL held a copy of the

book that was in the box. If Shen were to guess, it was a modern day alchemy coupled with quantum

physics couple with music theory. Shen found some of the pictures resembled a coupling of an

Einstein-Feynman subatomic, particle decay energy binding flow chart diagrams. Beyond that and the

musical notations, the math escaped him.

Torny sat on her butt studying the book. She understood some of the symbols, none of the word, a few

of the numbers. She was trying to relate to the graphs. TL settled further to the floor, her legs splayed

out. There was a key page that had the numbers zero through ten written in a three languages,

English, Chinese, and Tamorian. There were multiple musical scales- Western, Eastern, ancient

Sumerian and Egyptian. Torny gave up on the book and focused on the stones, touching them in the

box, suspecting the arrangement wasn’t random.

“You have a lot of friends,” Torny commented.

“I don’t understand,” TL said.

“How else would you have come into possession of so many stones?” Torny said.

“Where do you get yours?”

Torny seemed confused by the question. TL didn’t follow it because the stone she held was suddenly

more fascinating.

“Oh, this rune is damaged!” TL said. She lifted it up to the light.

TL opened a drawer in the box and brought out a candle frame. She placed a candle and lit it,

‘magically.’ She sat a tripod over the candle, set a plate on the stand, and set the crystal in the center

of a plate. The crystal once placed was brilliant. The transparent plate took on rainbow pattern-

radiating out in concentric circles; holographic, like looking at the data side of a Blue Ray. TL wrote the

signature and started doing math.

“Master, I want to stay and learn from you,” Torny said.

TL looked at her. “Master, I wish to learn from you.”

“Sister,” Torny said.

“Sister,” TL said.

Erico sighed, put down his bag.

“Quiet,” Torny and TL said together. The two of them smiled at each other and went back into their

work.

“Do you see the deviation?” TL asked.

“No,” Torny said.

TL removed the rune and placed another rune from her collection; same color, different mark. The

pattern was subtle. Shen saw it. “Half tone down?”

“Bflat,” TL affirmed. “It’s one of the flavors in our gate. Do you see it?”

“No,” Torny said.