Four girls, wearing nought but the shortest of white skirts and tops just big enough to contain their breasts, walked slowly down cobblestone streets. The afternoon heat beat down on their heads, bleaching their dirty brown hair, reflecting off the bright, clean streets and the light brown of the sandstone buildings around them.
The heat had left the streets quiet, a spooky feeling when one considered the thousands of women that were living within the walls of the Temple.
'So we're sweating,' Talla thought, glad that the shortness of her skirt left her thighs to the gentle caresses of the occasional breeze.
In front of them walked a woman in orange, apparently unaffected by the heat. She was something to behold. Her rank and age put her a great distance above her charges. It also gave her breasts that made the girls jealous. Even Talla, who was no slouch in the that department, didn't compare. And those legs, taut and muscular ...
They came to a bronze gate large enough to admit, were it completely open, at least two horse carts side by side. As it was, the doors were cracked just wide enough for women to pass in and out.
A pair of leather armoured women guarded the metal doors. They wore the scant kind of armour selected by those who weren't in any actual physical danger. It went no further below the waist than the girls' skirts and left a good space of hardened mid-riff exposed to attack.
There never were attackers, were there?
Talla's lips twisted in derision.
'I wish I knew people who would attack you.'
But the Temple had a lot of well trained guards. And where did one find those against whom they guarded? Talla certainly didn't know.
"Women of Endowment," the guard challenged them. "What business have you in the triangle of Sweetness."
"I am a Orella, a Teacher," the woman in orange responded. "I bring them here to see the Wall."
The Wall? You could hear the capitalization from the way Orella spoke.
The guard bowed politely and waved them in.
Talla knew that it wasn't common for women of one Division to enter the triangle of another. As she came from Endowment, Talla had spent most of her few weeks of Temple life in that section. She had been through Sweetness once, with permission, when she'd been late for an assignment.
She'd been in Form's triangle twice, neither of which occasions had been pleasant. The only reason she knew of that any outsiders went to Form was to be part of a trial, either as witnesses or accused. Talla had been both, her last journey there having set her at odds with the Temple's idea of justice.
The five of them passed through the gate, taking a moment to notice the way the doors had been embossed with thousands of triangles -- that being the symbol of the Division of Sweetness.
'So proud you are,' Talla thought. 'Most elevated of Divisions, even highest on the hill upon which the Temple slopes.'
The last time she'd been rushing through this triangle, taking a short cut to her child-minding duties, she'd seen what she'd assumed was construction. There had been men here, apparently disassembling a wall to use the stone elsewhere.
That broken wall, however, was still there. It was still broken and, furthermore, still unnecessarily thick. There was just no reasonably need for a wall of this strength in the middle of the Temple.
It was in front of this strange wall -- or perhaps "Wall" - that Orella stopped.
"Trini," Orella turned to the girl next to Talla. "When was Gern sanctified?"
Easy stuff, even for the timid Trini.
"The Temple of Gern was sanctified in the year two hundred three," Trini answered.
"Correct," Orella answered. "Behind me, you see what is left of one of the original defensive walls of the Temple of Gern."
This had been an exterior wall once? That explained the thickness.
"The damage you see was done over six centuries ago in the year two hundred sixty three," Orella explained. "At the time, most of the warlords who lived in the area had been subdued and were enthralled to the Temple."
Talla gulped. Warlords. It sounded like the stories Shanata had told her in her very first History lesson. War was something not discussed with children. It had come as something of a shock to find that human beings had waged deadly battles against one another throughout history and that many of these battles had been fought by anti-social men against the Temple.
"Sixty years after Gern was founded, however," Orella went on, "three such warlords, the most powerful in the area, made an unprecedented alliance. Seeing that the future was the Temple, and disliking that future, they gathered their forces together and brought great weaponry to bear on these walls."
Orella walked through the line of girls and stood behind them while they continued to stare at the broken wall.
"At the time, this area behind me was heavily forested," she explained. "Although we try our best to clear away any trees blocking our lines of sight, resources are not always available. The men were able to hide their catapults and launch boulders from the cover of darkness."
"Women of Endowment and Sweetness stood atop the walls and fired volleys of arrows into the night," Orella explained, swinging her arm in an arc over their heads to indicate the flight paths. "It was the women of Form who slunk off into the woods, working their way outside the range of the arrows, to get into the encampments of the men."
"When the wall finally fell, the catapults went silent."
Orella paused there, letting Talla transport herself back in time. How would that have felt, to know that the defences were broken, that wild men could invade the Temple?
A shiver ran through her. Was that what she wanted? To bring down the Temple?
It was Nadine who spoke.
"What then, Mistress?" she asked.
"Then nothing," came the reply.
"Nothing?" Talla asked.
All of the girls had turned their heads in surprise.
"The men didn't attack?" Trini added.
"They awaited orders to do so," Orella said. "And no such orders came. Their leaders, you see, had been disabled."
So no feral men had crossed this broken threshold. They'd waited out in the forest, expecting their leaders to rally them into the breach, and their leaders were -- what? - dead? What did "disabled" mean in this context? It wasn't like the teachers to use euphemisms for death. They weren't shy about describing the hazards of war.
"When the morning came, the men surrendered," Orella went on. "Hundreds of them had been killed in the night, along with a great many women of every Discipline, both inside and outside the Temple. The men were inducted into the city and helped to rebuild what they had destroyed."
"The Temple was expanded to four times its size. It's old boundaries became the Goddess's Domain while three new triangles were built around it. This wall, repaired in a great rush and thus with poor quality, crumbled over time with the force of erosion. It was decided to leave this broken portion untouched, so that we would not forget."
'I won't forget', Talla thought. 'I won't forget that your walls can be broken.'
But that painted an interesting picture, from an engineering standpoint, which was how Talla was being trained to view things. The original Temple had been a small triangle -- equilateral as Temples always were. In its first expansion, the Goddess claimed the old Temple as her domain and had three triangles built around it so that the whole thing formed a larger equilateral triangle.
That second Temple had since become the domain of the Queen of Sweetness, which made it one corner of the new Temple, the one which currently existed.
Talla had learned that this was the standard way for Temples to expand, quadrupling in size as controlled population growth required it.
Orella stood before them, hands on her hips. The orange scarf-like sheets of fabric that hung from her elbows draped elegantly toward the ground without actually touching the cobblestones. She let the moment sink in for them.
"That ends today's lesson," she said. "We will return to the central triangle. Follow me."
