Free Travels in the Scriptorium by Paul Auster Page B

Crow People in the south burn their dead. The Vahntoo in the north cook the bodies and eat them. We call it an offense against God, but to them it’s a sacred ritual. Each nation is divided into tribes, which are further subdivided into small clans, and not only have all the nations fought against one another at various times in the past, but tribes within those nations have waged war against one another as well. I simply can’t see them banding together, sir. If they were capable of unified action, they never would have been defeated in the first place.
    –I understand that you know the Territories quite well.
    –I spent more than a year among the Primitives during my early days with the Bureau. That was before the No-Entrance Decrees, of course. I moved from one clan to another, studying the workings of each society, investigating everything from dietary laws to mating rituals. It was a memorable experience. My work since then has always engaged me, but I consider that to have been the most challenging assignment of my career.
    –Everything used to be theirs. Then the ships arrived, bringing settlers from Iberia and Gaul, from Albion, Germania, and the Tartar kingdoms, and little by little the Primitives were pushed off their lands. We slaughtered them and enslaved them and then we herded them together in the parched and barren territories beyond the western provinces. You must have encountered much bitterness and resentment during your travels.
    –Less than you would think. After four hundred years of conflict, most of the nations were glad to be at peace.
    –That was more than ten years ago. Perhaps they’ve rethought their position by now. If I were in their place, I’d be sorely tempted to reconquer the western provinces. The ground is fertile there. The forests are full of game. It would give them a better, easier life.
    –You’re forgetting that all the Primitive nations endorsed the No-Entrance Decrees. Now that the fighting has stopped, they would prefer to live in their own separate world, with no interference from the Confederation.
    –I hope you’re right, Graf, but it’s my duty to protect the welfare of the Confederation. Whether they prove groundless or not, the reports about Land must be investigated. You know him, you’ve spent time in the Territories, and of all the members of the Bureau, I can think of no one better qualified to handle the job. I’m not ordering you to go, but I would be deeply grateful if you accepted. The future of the Confederation could depend on it.
    –I feel honored by your confidence in me, sir. But what if I’m not allowed to cross the border?
    –You’ll be carrying a personal letter from me to Colonel De Vega, the officer in charge of the garrison. He won’t be pleased about it, but he’ll have no choice. An order from the central government must be obeyed.
    –But if what you say is true, and Land is in the Alien Territories with a hundred men, it raises a perplexing question, doesn’t it?

    –A question?
    –How did he manage to get there? From what I’m told, there are troops stationed along the entire frontier. I can imagine one man slipping past them, but not a hundred men. If Land got through, then he must have done it with Colonel De Vega’s knowledge.
    –Possibly. Possibly not. That’s one of the mysteries you’ll be entrusted to solve.
    –When do you want me to leave?
    –As soon as you can. A carriage from the Ministry will be at your disposal. We’ll furnish you with supplies and make all the necessary arrangements. The only things you’ll need to carry with you are the letter and the clothes on your back.
    –Tomorrow morning, then. I’ve just finished writing my semi-annual report, and my desk is clear.
    –Come to the Ministry at nine o’clock for the letter. I’ll be waiting for you in my office.
    –Very good, sir. Tomorrow morning at nine.

The moment Mr. Blank comes to the end of the conversation between Graf and Joubert, the