“I think he handled it right,” said Loaf. “Unless he is stealing stuff, but then why would he have you give the jewels to me, and put the knife in my luggage? No, I think whatever happens will make it so I’m the only one who doesn’t lose all my stuff.”
“What could make us lose our stuff?” asked Rigg.
“If the boat sinks,” said Umbo, “Loaf would lose his stuff, too.”
“If the boat sinks we all drown,” said Loaf.
“I can swim,” said Umbo. “So can Rigg. Like fish. Can’t you?”
“I’m a soldier. I was always wearing armor, I would have sunk right to the bottom. And since then why would I learn to swim?”
“It’s a useful skill,” said Umbo. “Especially for people who live by the river and might get tossed in by rivermen.”
“Most rivermen can’t swim either,” said Loaf.
“You still haven’t answered,” said Rigg. “Can you swim?”
“The idea is to stay in the boat,” said Loaf.
“Try again,” said Rigg.
“If you never admit you can swim,” said Loaf, “people think they can kill you by throwing you in the water.”
“Look,” said Umbo.
They had finally climbed up just higher than the balls of light and now the glare no longer prevented them from seeing the upper half of the tower. They could see that the stone ended not far above them, with a wide porch that ran all the way around the inside of the tower. It was crowded with pilgrims.
“Keep moving,” said a gruff man behind them. They walked on.
But glances upward told Rigg that from the platform ring, more than a dozen stone pillars rose to form vertical ribs that supported the metal walls. He remembered observing outside the Tower of O that from about the middle, the metal shell tapered in. So he was not surprised that the stone pillars leaned inward, right up against the metal, until the pillars were joined together by a metal-and-stone ring high above them. Beyond that, the metal formed a simple dome with no stone supporting it at all.
It was a marvel of engineering and design, making the stone support its own weight, and then the weight of the metal. It occurred to Rigg that the metal must be very, very thin, or it would be too heavy for the stone to support.
They got to the platform and moved far from the upward ramp. The beginning of the downward ramp was on the opposite side, and between them, hanging in the air, was an enormous ball. The globes from below and fewer globes from above lighted the entire surface of it. Now, though, they could see that wires from the top ring supported the globes of light, and probably there was some wire arrangement supporting the bigger ball.
The surface was painted in a way that Rigg did not understand. It didn’t seem to be a picture of anything, and the colors were drab and ugly and didn’t go together. There were brighter yellow lines making divisions on the largest areas of green and brown, and those seemed to shine. But the pattern of them made no sense. Perhaps a honeycomb made by drunken bees?
“There’s the world,” said Umbo. “It’s a picture of the world right there.”
Umbo was pointing to a particular place on the surface of the big globe. “See? That spot of red, that’s where Aressa Sessamo is. And that white spot, that’s O. The blue line is the Stashik River. So Fall Ford would be a little lower down.”
“Then the yellow lines are the Wall,” said Loaf. “I’ve patrolled the Wall, and that looks about right. But what’s the rest of it?”
“The whole world,” said Rigg, understanding it now. “It’s a globe, round in every direction, just like this.”
“Everybody knows that,” said Loaf. “Even the most ignorant privicks.”
“That’s crazy!” said Umbo, in mock dismay. “We’d all fall off!”
Rigg made a joke of explaining it to him, as if to a little boy. “No, no, little Umbo, the center of the world pulls on us, holding us to the surface. ‘Down’ is really toward the center.”
“This map of the globe is impossible,” said Loaf. “Nobody knows what’s outside the Wall. No one in the whole history of the human race has passed through it to see.”
“But you can see through it, right?” said Rigg.
“Not far enough to know things as distant as this map shows. Not just the neighboring wallfolds, but all of them. If it’s a map.”
“It’s a map,” said Umbo. “Come on, it can’t just be random chance that they show the course of the river and O is a white dot and the capital is a red dot.”