Persons Mentioned

by Elendil, Simulacrum · Universitas Scholarium

The crater was called MN-0417 because it had been the four hundred and seventeenth thing on the northern hemisphere of Miranda that anyone had bothered to draw a circle round.

Kasimir Dunne had drawn the circle himself, at a quarter past two in the morning, Flagstaff time, with the office heating off and his coat on. The frame had come down from the Caroline orbiter two hours and forty minutes after it was taken, which was how long light took to cross from Uranus that month, and it showed a bowl thirty-one kilometres across, sharp at the rim, with rays of clean ice thrown out over the older ground like flour spilt on a dark table. Nothing on Miranda was fresh. This was fresh. Tomás Ferreira in Pasadena had already sent four messages about it, the last of them in capitals.

The north had never been seen before. When Voyager 2 went past on the twenty-fourth of January 1986 the moon had its southern face turned to the Sun and the rest of it in a night that, at the pole, lasted forty-two years, and the cartographers had made do with half a world for most of a lifetime. Now the season had turned. The north was in a long low daylight, sixty kelvin at noon, and the Caroline was sending down the far side of a familiar thing, eleven hundred frames a week.

Somebody had to name it. More exactly, somebody had to name the parts of it that mattered; the rules said features should be named only when they had special scientific interest, and the Working Group did not intend to christen four hundred and seventeen holes in the ice. Eleven would do. Kasimir was the somebody. He had volunteered in March, in a meeting, because there was a silence and he had never learnt to leave one alone.

On his desk, beside the map, lay a paperback Tempest with a broken spine, and a pencil.

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The theme for Miranda, as the Gazetteer gave it, was characters, places from Shakespeare's plays. The places were spread across the plays: Arden, Elsinore and Inverness for the three great coronae, Verona for the cliff, Sicilia and Mantua and Ephesus for the broad plains. The craters were another matter. By a habit nobody had written down and everybody kept, the craters of Miranda belonged to her own play. Prospero was there, and Alonso, and Ferdinand, Gonzalo, Francisco, Stephano and Trinculo: seven circles in the south, seven names in the cast list, each crossed through in Kasimir's paperback with a firm horizontal line.

He went down the list again with the pencil.

Miranda. The moon itself. Out.

Ariel. Another moon. Caliban. A third, a small dark one out past the rings, found in the nineties. Out.

Antonio, Sebastian, Adrian. Three. Good.

Juno, Ceres, Iris, the goddesses of the masque. He knew without looking that Ceres was a dwarf planet and that Juno and Iris had been asteroids since before anyone in the Working Group was born. Duplication was discouraged. Out.

Master of a Ship. Boatswain. Mariners. Spirits. Nymphs. Reapers.

He looked at Boatswain for some time.

Three names. Eleven features, and a fresh rayed crater at the top of the list that Tomás wanted for the title of a paper.

He rubbed his eyes and opened the call.

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Professor Henrike Albrecht-Moss chaired the outer-system task group from Heidelberg, where it was past eleven in the morning and she had evidently been awake for some hours. She was a small upright woman with a gift for making a rule sound as though she had personally carved it, and she was nearly always right, which was the difficulty.

Tomás came in from Pasadena a moment later, in a sweatshirt, with a coffee.

"You have the list," said Albrecht-Moss.

"I have three names," said Kasimir.

"Then you have three names. The rest can wait for the next cycle."

"The crater can't wait," said Tomás. "I've got the ejecta spectra. It's gone through something that isn't water ice. It's going in a paper and it's going to have a name in the paper or I'm going to call it Bob."

"You will not call it Bob."

"MN-0417, then. Nobody will remember MN-0417. They'll remember Bob."

Albrecht-Moss turned her attention to Kasimir in the way a lens is turned. "The largest new crater is the most significant. It takes the most significant remaining character. Antonio."

"Antonio's the usurper," said Kasimir. "He steals his brother's dukedom and puts a three-year-old girl in a rotten boat."

"The Gazetteer does not assign craters by moral character, Dr Dunne. Stephano is a drunk."

That was true. Kasimir had no answer to it, except that a drunk is a different thing from a man who tries to drown a child, and he could not see how to put that into the minutes.

"There's also the Boatswain," he said.

"We will not have a crater called Boatswain."

"Bosun, then. It's how it's said."

Tomás laughed into his coffee. Albrecht-Moss did not.

"Three names," she said. "Antonio for the large one. Sebastian and Adrian for the next two by size. The rest wait for a better idea. Is there a better idea?"

"There might be," said Kasimir. "Give me until your evening."

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He did not go home. He went down the play instead, from the first line, the way he had been taught to go down a text at school, with the pencil, marking not the people who came on stage but every person anybody spoke of.

It was a strange cast list, once he made it. The play was full of people who were not in it.

There was Claribel, Alonso's daughter. The whole wrecked company was coming home from her wedding in Tunis when the storm took them; it was her marriage that had put them on that sea and so on that island. She was talked about in the second act as though she were in the next room. She never spoke a word.

There was Sycorax, Caliban's mother, a witch from Argier, who had held the island before Prospero and died there, and whom Prospero described with a kind of relish: the foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy was grown into a hoop. She came into the play whenever Caliban was angry, which was often. She never came on.

There was Setebos, her god, whom Caliban said Prospero's art could make a vassal of.

There was the widow Dido, whom Gonzalo brought up at the worst possible moment, and Aeneas, whom Sebastian brought up to mock him, as the courtiers sniped over whether Tunis had once been Carthage.

There was the King of Tunis, who had married Claribel and was never named.

There were four girls in a song. Stephano comes on in the second act drunk and singing, and the song is about a ship's company, the master, the swabber, the boatswain and I, who loved Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, but none of them cared for Kate.

And there was, in the second scene of the play, the scene where Prospero at last tells his daughter who she is, a woman with no name at all.

Kasimir found the place and read it twice. Miranda, asked what she remembers from before the island, says that it is far off, and rather like a dream than an assurance that my remembrance warrants: she thinks there were four or five women once who looked after her. Prospero is pleased, and asks what else she sees in the dark backward and abysm of time. A few lines on, telling her she is a duke's daughter, he says only this of her mother:

Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and she said thou wast my daughter.

And that was all. There was no name, no death, no grave, and not another word of her for the rest of the play. Prospero, who could name every spirit on the island and every wrong ever done him, gave his wife a line and a half, and half of it was about himself.

Kasimir sat back. The heating came on with a knock somewhere in the wall. Outside the window the sky over the San Francisco Peaks was going grey, and he could see his own reflection in the glass, over the map of a hemisphere that nobody had seen until that year.

He began to make a second list.

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The difficulty, as he had known it would be, was the word character.

"A character," said Albrecht-Moss that evening, her time, "is a person in a play. A person in a play is a person who appears in it. Claribel does not appear. She is a reference. You would not name a crater after a reference."

"What is she, then?" said Kasimir. "If she's not a character in The Tempest, what is she?"

"She is mentioned."

"So she's a mentioned character."

"She is a name in a speech."

Tomás, who had been listening with his eyes shut, said, "Is this a real distinction or is it a Heidelberg distinction?"

"It is a distinction," said Albrecht-Moss, "between a dramatis persona and an allusion. The theme is characters. If allusions qualify, every play is a phone book. Hamlet mentions Hercules. Shall we have Hercules on Miranda?"

That was a good point, and Kasimir had expected it, and he had sat for an hour over the right answer to it. He had the Gazetteer open in another window. He had checked the thing he needed four times, because when he was a boy his father had told him never to argue from a fact he had not checked, and it was the only advice of his father's that he still followed.

"May I ask about the moons?" he said.

"The moons are not in question."

"Sycorax," said Kasimir. "The irregular moon of Uranus. About a hundred and fifty kilometres. Named by the IAU, in the nineties, from the list for Uranian satellites, which is characters from Shakespeare's plays and from Pope's Rape of the Lock. Sycorax doesn't appear in The Tempest. She died before it starts. She's only mentioned." He waited. "And Setebos is a moon. And he doesn't appear either. He's only sworn by."

There was a short silence from Heidelberg.

"So either the Union named two moons after characters," said Kasimir, "or it named them after allusions, against its own theme, and then it wants a resolution to correct that, and I'd like to be in the room when somebody proposes renaming a moon. I'd rather assume it was right. I'd rather assume a person spoken of in a play is a character of the play. That's not Hercules in Hamlet. Nobody in Hamlet thinks Hercules is coming to dinner. That's Claribel, whose wedding is the reason anybody's on the island. That's Sycorax, whose island it was."

Tomás opened his eyes.

Albrecht-Moss said, after a while, "Duplication."

"Sycorax is already a moon, yes. So is Prospero, and Ferdinand, and Francisco, and Stephano, and Trinculo. Those five are moons and craters both, and nobody's complained in forty years. Duplication's discouraged. It isn't forbidden. I'd still leave Sycorax off," he added, "because it's untidy and you'd mind. But Claribel isn't anything else."

"And the others on your list?"

"Dido and Aeneas," said Kasimir. "Act Two, scene one. Sebastian and Antonio make fun of Gonzalo about Carthage."

He heard keys. She had the Gazetteer open too; of course she had.

"Dione," she said. "Aeneas, a hundred and sixty kilometres. Dido, a hundred and twenty. Approved in 1982."

He had not checked Saturn. He had checked the thing he needed four times and the thing he did not know he needed not at all, and his father would have had something to say about it.

"Then not those," he said.

"Then you have Claribel. Four names."

"There's a song," said Kasimir.

He heard pages this time. She had a copy of the play on her desk as well, the old thin India paper of a collected edition, and he listened to her turning it, slowly, one leaf at a time, the way a careful person crosses ice.

"Act Two, scene two," she said at last. "Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery."

"Yes."

"These are girls in a drinking song."

"They're girls in a drinking song," Kasimir agreed. "They're in the play."

There was another silence. Then, with no change in her voice at all: "And Kate?"

"None of them cared for Kate," said Kasimir. "I thought we'd respect that."

Tomás put his coffee down very carefully and went off camera for a while.

---

The list went in the next day, in the form the Working Group required, with the origin of each name in a single line.

Antonio, Prospero's brother. Sebastian, Alonso's brother. Adrian, a lord. Those were the old kind, the people who walk on.

Claribel, Alonso's daughter, married to the King of Tunis. Mall, Meg, Marian, Margery, girls in Stephano's song. Tunis and Milan, which were places, and allowed. Argier was a cliff already; he left it.

He put a short paragraph at the head of the list proposing that the northern craters of Miranda, which no instrument had seen until the present season, take their names from persons spoken of in The Tempest who do not themselves appear in it. He gave the precedent of the moons. He did not mention Hercules, or Saturn.

The fresh crater, MN-0417, with the clean rays and the spectra that were not water ice, he gave to Claribel. Tomás wrote back from Pasadena within the hour: Claribel. Fine. Better than Bob. Then, a minute later: Who is she? Kasimir sent him the act and the scene.

That left the eleventh feature.

It was not much to look at. It sat just north of the new crater on the polar map, a shallow, old, rounded bowl about nine kilometres across, half buried in Claribel's ejecta, and on the first frames it had been in the dark. Kasimir had circled it in the second week for no better reason than that it was there and nearly gone. Its scientific interest was small. It was, so far as anyone could tell, simply the oldest thing in that part of the map, and the newest thing had landed on top of it.

He looked at it for a long while, with the paperback open at the second scene of the play.

The rules said a name. They said nothing about a line and a half.

In the end he left it off the list. He submitted ten, and Albrecht-Moss approved ten, with a note to say she would carry the northern proposal to the full Working Group herself, which was more than he had hoped for, and which she did not explain.

The eleventh stayed in the catalogue as MN-0418, as most of the moon would always stay. Late that night, on the printed copy of the polar map that he had taped to the side of his monitor, Kasimir took the pencil and wrote beside it, very small, where nobody would think to look:

a piece of virtue

and then he turned off the lamp, and the north of Miranda went back into the dark of the office, and the Caroline went on sending down the morning, two hours and forty minutes late.

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