Incandescence

There were stories of the birth of the Splinter, of the old world being torn apart, but like the stories that spread through the work teams they did not agree on the details, and they all had the sound of having been retold over and over, accumulating embellishments and omissions, before being put into writing. Some even spoke of the calamity recurring many times, stretching back into the unimaginably distant past. How vast, how grand, the mythical First World must have been, if after thirty-six divisions even one of the crumbs that remained was inhabitable!

Hard as it was to believe these stories, let alone know which ones to trust, for anyone who'd so much as crossed the Calm the undeniable fact remained that the weight in the garmside tugged the opposite way to that in the sardside, and the further one went in both directions the stronger this discord became. If the Splinter had suddenly been doubled in size, it was not at all preposterous to imagine that the weight might have been enough to tear rock from rock.

The trouble was, this raised the question of how the old world could have held itself together for more than an instant. The most reasonable answer, it seemed to Zak, was that it must have been born under a different regime of weights, which had only later become so powerful.

During shift after shift in the library, he came across fragments of speculation on these matters, but there was nothing whole, and nothing convincing. The thinkers of the past had left many hints and guesses, but if they had ever fully understood the truth about these mysteries, it had not survived. In the end, Zak decided that he couldn't spend his life merely sifting through these skins, searching for one more inconclusive sign that his reasoning was not completely misguided. If weight had dictated the history of the Splinter, and however many worlds that had come before it, then weight was what he needed to understand.

Armed with the Map of Weights, some plans for ancient instruments, and copies of the few surviving notes on his predecessors' methods and philosophies, he'd walked out of the library and headed for the Null Line, ready to begin uncovering the secrets of weight and motion, and to search for something simple that had torn the world apart.

Roi still didn't understand the wind.

On one level, Zak's idea of natural motion seemed to explain it perfectly. If things moved in circles around the distant point in the Incandescence that she and Zak had come to call the Hub, and if the smaller the circle the faster they moved, then everything about the wind made sense. On the garmside — closer to the Hub — the wind was moving faster than the Splinter, and so it overtook the rock, blowing in from the sharq ever faster the further garm you went. On the sardside — further from the Hub — the wind was orbiting more slowly so the Splinter overtook it, ploughing through it, making it seem to blow in from the rarb when in truth it was merely failing to flee with sufficient haste in the opposite direction. And between them, in the Calm, wind and rock moved together at exactly the same pace, leaving not so much as a breeze to be felt.

The trouble was, while Zak's theory gave a simple, persuasive account of the phenomenon, Roi couldn't reconcile it with the mundane reality of weights. If weight was determined by natural motion, why didn't the wind follow the weights? If she stood anywhere in the garmside, and a crack opened up in the rock beneath her, surely she would fall away from the Splinter, garmwards. Notwithstanding the wind's speed in the cross-direction, which might make such motion harder to spot, and the way the rock and the tunnels worked to divert and complicate its flow, Roi's time among the crops left her thoroughly convinced that the wind wasn't falling at all.

Shift after shift she struggled with this problem, hoping she might solve it by her own efforts. Finally, she had to admit that the resolution was beyond her. The next time she met Zak, she asked him to defer their scheduled lesson in template mathematics, and she begged him to make sense of the wind before she lost her mind.

Zak was both amused and chastened. «This is my fault, Roi; I should have explained this much sooner. The weights on the map are fine — give or take the question of three versus two and a quarter — but they're not the whole story.»

«There's something missing?»

«Yes. There is a kind of weight that the map doesn't show at all.»

Roi was baffled. «How can that be? Weight is weight. I've felt it, I've measured it. It's not something you can hide.»

«No, but the map only shows weights for objects that are fixed firmly to one place in the Splinter.»

«I've moved from place to place in the Splinter,» Roi protested, «and the map described correctly how my weight changed.»