Piranesi(5)

‘Comfortable?’ he said. ‘Good. Now tell me. What do you remember?’

‘What do I remember?’ I asked, confused.

‘Yes.’

‘As a question it lacks specificity,’ I said.

‘Nevertheless,’ he said. ‘Try to answer it.’

‘Well,’ I said. ‘I suppose the answer is everything. I remember everything.’

‘Really?’ he said. ‘That’s rather a large claim. Are you sure?’

‘I think so.’

‘Give me some examples of the things you remember.’

‘Well,’ I said, ‘suppose you were to name a Hall many days journey from here. Providing that I had visited it before, I could immediately tell you how to get there. I could name every Hall you would need to travel through. I could describe the notable Statues you would see on the Walls, and, with a reasonable degree of accuracy, I could tell you their positions – which Wall they stood against, whether North, South, East or West – and how far along the Wall they stood. I could also enumerate all the …’

‘What about Batter-Sea?’ asked the Other.

‘Um … What?’

‘Batter-Sea. Do you remember Batter-Sea?’

‘No … I … Batter-Sea?’

‘Yes.’

‘I do not understand …’

I waited for the Other to explain, but he said nothing. I could see that he was observing me closely and I was sure that this question was crucial to whatever research he was conducting, but as to how I was supposed to answer it, I had not the least idea.

‘Batter-Sea is not a word,’ I said at last. ‘It has no referent. There is nothing in the World corresponding to that combination of sounds.’

Still the Other said nothing. He continued to gaze at me intently. I gazed back, troubled.

Then: ‘Oh!’ I exclaimed, light suddenly dawning. ‘I see what you are doing!’ I started to laugh.

‘What am I doing?’ asked the Other, smiling.

‘You need to find out if I am telling the truth. I just said that I can describe the way to any Hall that I have previously visited. But you have no way of judging the truth of my claim. For example, if I were to describe the Path to the Ninety-Sixth Northern Hall, you would not know if my directions were accurate because you have never been there. So you have asked me a question with a nonsense word in it – Batter-Sea. Very cunningly you have chosen a word that sounds like a place. A place that is battered by the Sea. Now if I were to say that I remembered Batter-Sea and then described the way there, you would know I was lying. You would know I was simply boasting. You have put this in as a control question.’

‘That’s it exactly,’ he said. ‘That’s exactly what I am doing.’

We both laughed.

‘Have you more questions for me?’ I asked.

‘No. All done.’ He was about to turn away to enter the data in his shining device, but something about me caught his attention and he gave me a puzzled sort of look.

‘What is it?’ I asked.

‘Your glasses. What happened to them?’

‘My glasses?’

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘They look slightly … odd.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘The arms are wrapped round and round with strips of something,’ he said. ‘And the ends hang down at the sides.’

‘Oh! I see,’ I said. ‘Yes! The arms of my glasses keep breaking off. First the left. And then the right. The salt-laden Air corrodes the plastic. I am experimenting with different methods of mending them. On the left arm I have used strips of fish leather and fish glue and on the right arm I have used seaweed. That is less successful.’

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I imagine it would be.’

In the Halls beneath us the incoming Tide struck a Wall. Boom. It withdrew, surged forward through the Doors and struck the Wall of the Next Chamber. Boom. Boom. Boom. Withdrew again; surged forward again. Boom. The Second South-Western Hall thrummed like the plucked string of an instrument.

The Other looked anxious. ‘That sounded really close,’ he said. ‘Oughtn’t we to be getting out of here?’ He does not understand the Tides.

‘There is no need,’ I said.

‘OK,’ he said. But he was not reassured. His eyes widened and his breathing became more shallow and rapid. He kept glancing from Door to Door as though expecting to see Water pouring in at any second.

‘I don’t want to get caught,’ he said.

Once the Other was in the Eighth Northern Hall. A strong Tide from the Northern Halls rose in the Tenth Vestibule, followed moments later by an equally strong Tide from the Eastern Halls in the Twelfth Vestibule. Vast quantities of Water poured into the surrounding Halls, including the one where the Other was. The Waters plucked him up and carried him away, sweeping him through Doors and battering him against Walls and Statues. Several times he was completely immersed, and he expected to drown. Eventually the Tides cast him up on the Pavement of the Third Western Hall (a distance of seven Halls from where he began). That is where I found him. I fetched him a blanket and hot soup made of seaweed and mussels. As soon as he was able to walk, he took himself off without a word. I do not know where he went. (I never really know.) This happened in the Sixth Month of the Year I named the Constellations. Since then the Other has been afraid of the Tides.