Up they tumbled, turning and spinning this way and that, pitching and yawing but always moving up.
Ganymede said loudly, Are the Europans ahead of us?
Theres no sign of them. Paulines voice was small under the muffled shriek.
The shriek shot up the scale in a rising glissando, until it was no longer audible, but immediately a violent earache and headache assaulted Galileo. He shouted up at Ganymede. Wont we emerge too quickly, if we dont slow down?
Ganymede glanced at him, started tapping again on one of the desks.
Then the black on the screens turned blue, an indigo that lightened abruptly, and they shot up in a violent turquoise acceleration. Galileos head banged the floor of the vessel and he thrust an arm under Hera. The back of her head smacked his forearm, and it hurt, but she turned and saw he had saved her a knock.
On one screen splayed the starry black sky, under it the shattered white plain of Europas surface.
Were going to fall!
But they didnt. The column of water under them had fountained out of its hole and then quickly frozen in place, so that it stood there as ice, supporting their vessel just as certain sandstone columns held up schist boulders in an area of the Alps. Icicles broke and clattered away from the vessels sides, shattering on the low frozen waves now surrounding the column. Black sky, white ice, tinted the oranges of Jupiter; their vessel, like a rocs egg on a plinth.
How will we get down? Galileo inquired in the sudden silence. His ears buzzed and hurt, and he could see crew members holding their heads.
Something will come to us, said Ganymede.
Hera laughed just a touch wildly, detached Galileos fingers from her arm. The Europans will come for us. The council will come for us.
I dont care, if they get the others too.
The others may have died inside.
So be it. Well tell the council what we did, and tell them they should have done it. He turned to one of his crew. Prepare the entan-gler to send Signor Galileo back.
The crewman, one of the pilots, bustled out of the chamber through a low door. Ganymede turned to speak to another of them.
Hera leaned over and said quickly in Galileos ear, They will give you an amnestic, and you wont remember any of this. Drink salt water the moment you wake. Do your alchemists have magnesium sulfate? Well, shityou wont remember this either. Here she reached inside her tunic, pulled out a small tablet, gave it to him. This is better than nothing. Hide it on you, and when you see it again, eat it! She glared at him, her nose inches from his, and pinched his arm hard. Eat this! Remember!
Ill try, Galileo promised, slipping the pill into his sleeve and feeling his arm throb.
Ganymede towered over him. Come, signor. There is no time to lose, we will soon be apprehended. The other ships may not have made it, in which case good riddance to them, but we will have a lot of explaining to do. Let me convey you back to your home.
Galileo stood. As he passed Hera she pinched him again, this time on the butt. Eat the pill, he thought, ignoring her, and walked with Ganymede to the side of his thick perspicillum. Eat the pill.
Here, Ganymede said, and a mist from his hand hit Galileos face.
Chapter six
A Statue Would Have Been Erected
These confused and intermittent mental struggles slip through ones fingers and escape by their subtleties and slitherings, not hesitating to produce a thousand chimeras and fantastic caprices little understood by themselves and not at all by their listeners. By these fancies the bewildered mind is bandied about from one phantasm to another, just as in a dream one passes from a palace to a ship and then to a grotto or beach, and finally, when one awakes and the dream vanishes (and for the most part all memory of it also), one finds that one has been idly sleeping and has passed the hours without profit of any sort.
GALILEO, letter to COSIMO, 1611He came out of this syncope as one wakes from a dream, agitated, gasping, struggling to remember as it squirted away; you could see it in his face. No, he moaned, come back dont forget.
This time it was his newly hired housekeeper who discovered him: La Piera had arrived at last. Maestro! she cried, leaning over to peer into his staring eyes. Wake up!
He groaned, looked at her without recognition. She gave him a hand and hauled him to his feet. Though a braccio shorter, she was about as heavy as he was.
They told me you suffer from syncopes.
I was dreaming.
You were paralyzed. I shouted, I pinched you, nothing. You were gone.
I was gone. He shuddered like a horse. I had a dream, or something. A vision. But I cant remember it!
Thats all right. Youre better off without dreams.
He regarded her curiously. Why do you say that?
She shrugged her broad shoulders as she tugged his clothes into position, holding up a little pellet she pulled from his jacket and then pocketing it. My dreams are crazy, thats all. Burning things in the oven while all the fish on the table come to life and start biting me, or sliding out the door like eels. Theyre always the same. Rubbish I say! Life is crazy enough as it is.
Maybe so.
Then Cartophilus hustled onto the altana and came up short at the sight of them. Galileo shuddered again, pointed a finger at him. You! he exclaimed.
Me, the ancient one admitted cautiously. What is it, maestro? Why are you up?
You know why! Galileo roared. Then, piteously: Dont you?
Not I, Cartophilus said, shifty as always. I heard voices and came out to see what was up.
You let someone in. At the gate?
Not I, maestro. Did you fall into one of your syncopes again?
No.
Yes, La Piera confirmed.
You know why! Galileo roared. Then, piteously: Dont you?
Not I, Cartophilus said, shifty as always. I heard voices and came out to see what was up.
You let someone in. At the gate?
Not I, maestro. Did you fall into one of your syncopes again?
No.
Yes, La Piera confirmed.
Galileo heaved a huge sigh. Clearly he could remember nothing, or next to nothing. He glanced up; Jupiter was nearly overhead. He was cold, he slapped his arms to warm himself. Were the wolves in the hills howling earlier? he asked suddenly.
Not that I heard.
I think they were. He sat there thinking about it. To bed, he muttered, and stood. I cant do it tonight. He glanced up again, hesitated. Ah, damn. He plopped down again on his stool. I have to check them, at least. What time is it? Midnight? Bring me some mulled wine. And stay out here with me.
Salviati was out of town, and Galileo was therefore stuck in his rented house in Florence. He found himself in a strange mood, distracted and pensive. He made it known to Vinta, in the most obsequious and flowery language he could manage, which was saying a lot, that he wanted to go to Rome to promote his new discoveriesor, as he admitted in a meeting with the grand dukes secretary, to defend them. For there were a lot of serious people who simply didnt have spyglasses good enough to see the moons of Jupiter, and even well-meaning parties like the Jesuitsthe best astronomers in Europe aside from Keplerwere having trouble making the observations. And in Tuscany, a new thing had happened. A philosopher named Ludovico delle Colombe was circulating a manuscript that not only ridiculed the notion that the Earth might move, but displayed a long list of quotes from the Bible to back his argument that Galileos idea was contrary to Scripture. These quotes included You fixed the earth on its foundation (Psalms 104:5), God made the orb immobile (1 Chronicles 16:30), He suspended the earth above nothingness, that is, above the center (Job 26:7), The heaviness of stone, the weight of sand (Proverbs 27:3), Heaven is up, the earth is down. (Proverbs 30:3), The sun rises, and sets, and returns to its place, from which, reborn, it revolves through the meridian, and is curved toward the North (Ecclesiastes 1:5), God made two lights, i.e., a greater light and a smaller light, and the stars, to shine above the earth (Genesis 1:17).
Galileo read a manuscript of this letter, given to him by Salviati, and cursed at every sentence. The heaviness of stone! This is stupid!
Who wants the human mind put to death?he wrote angrily to Salviati. Who is going to claim that everything in the world which is observable and knowable has already been seen and discovered?
People were afraid of change. They seized on Aristotle because he said that above the sky there was no change; thus, if you died and went there, you would not change either. He wrote to the astronomer Mark Welser:
I suspect that our wanting to measure the universe by our own little yardstick makes us fall into strange fantasies, and that our particular hatred of death makes us hate fragility. If that which we call corruption were annihilation, the Peripatetics would have some reason for being such staunch enemies of it. But if it is nothing else than a mutation, it does not merit so much hatred. I dont think anyone would complain about the corruption of the egg if what results from it is a chick.
Change could be growth, in other words. It was intrinsic to life. And so these religious objections to the changes he saw in the sky were stupid. But they were also dangerous.
So he wrote weekly to Vinta, asking him to ask the bighearted brilliant splendiferous grandissimo grand duke to send him to Rome, so he could explain his discoveries. Eventually Galileo convinced Vinta that a visit could do no harm; indeed, could add to the luster of his princes reputation. The trip was therefore approved, but then Galileo fell ill again. For two months he suffered such headaches and fevers that there was no question of travel.
He recuperated at Salviatis villa. Im embroiled in something strange, he confided to his young friend from out of a fever. Lady Fortuna has grabbed me by the arm, she has tossed me over her shoulder. God knows where Im headed.
Salviati did not know what to make of this, but he was a good friend to have in a crisis. He held your hand, he looked at you and understood what you said; his liquid eyes and quick smile were the very picture of intelligent goodness. He laughed a lot, and he made Galileo laugh, and there was no one quicker to point out a bird or a cloud, or to propose a conundrum about negative numbers or the like. A sweet soul, and smart. Maybe its La Vicuna who has taken you by the hand, the muse of justice.