Holmes and Watson are on their way back to Baker Street from a freshly wrapped-up case when they hear shrieking from around the corner, and naturally they charge around the corner to see what's happening. What's happening turns out to be a giant snake with a mirror for a face. They get the woman it has cornered out of the way, and Watson goes for his revolver, but before he can bring the snake down it gets its face over both of them and they're somewhere else.
Holmes can deduce plenty about these people's occupations, pastimes, and level of material wealth, but none of that gets him any further on the language or on what happened to him and Watson. It's fascinating and troubling in equal measure. They head into the building and look for, if not someone who doesn't seem busy, at least someone who isn't actively going somewhere else.
The woman waves a hand and turns to the man. They converse for a bit. Eventually the man looks through his files and finds one he's looking for, and hands it to the woman, who meanwhile has introduced herself as "Serca". Serca flips through the file, more as though reminding herself what's in there than as though reading it for the first time, and then steps back from everyone and closes her eyes. The man goes into a closet and opens a box and pulls out an entire outfit like the one Serca's wearing.
Over the course of the next minute and a half, there's a shimmer in the air, gradually getting denser and taking shape and finally materializing in the form of a teenage girl, stark naked, who accepts the clothes Gorin hands her and puts them on in a businesslike fashion. "Well, hello there," she says to Holmes and Watson in perfectly comprehensible English, matching Holmes's accent with eerie precision, though her voice is a charming bell-like feminine one. She puts her hair into a sort of knot that doesn't need an accessory to hold up at least temporarily and pats it into place.
She blinks at them, then shrugs and turns to the other two and talks to them in their language, then turns back and says, "There isn't a sail in town at the moment, and even if there were, it's not something they want to do just to demonstrate to - you." Maybe they said something less polite than a pronoun that she's rendering that way.
She speaks again to the two people in the office, who nod, and then she leads them out of the building, out of the village, and along a dirt road between fields of wheat. "If you are really from somewhere else, or are badly made, you might find that your knowledge doesn't hold up as well as you expect it to, but New Riverround is a civilized place, you'll be able to get along and find something useful to do even if you can't be a detective and a doctor in particular."
Miriqua reads the menu for them and gets herself a giant fried dumpling from the smiling man who operates the food cart. There are three dumpling fillings (spicy potato, chicken, and vegetable cheese) and also salads with cheese and chicken on them, and plain flatbread.
Miriqua's dumpling does not appear to cost any money. She doesn't mention prices and the menu is not organized chartlike in a way that could harbor any.
"Yes. Of course they have to use money anywhere they have a king making a new concubine every week with no consideration for how she'll contribute when he gets bored of her," says Miriqua, "but we have strict rules about that here. The only reason no one's being prosecuted for making you two without authorization and consultation is that there haven't been any approaches to the round from somewhere this language has been heard of. There's also two of you, which, if you're telling the truth about having appeared together, would imply two makers."
"So typically people create adults unless they very much want to raise a child, and the design is discussed extensively, and new states of the art are often brought into practice as we learn more. One useful thing about children who grow up unpredictably is that they can teach us new things about ways humans can be, which we didn't guess before or weren't sure would turn out well."
"The most recent one I'm aware of is that people can respond in different ways to coffee and it's now standard practice to make them efficacious for everyone in case it's ever necessary. Perhaps more interesting is the older discovery that people can vary in how much sleep they need, so now everyone new needs less."
When they no longer seem to be steering the conversation to their own points of interest, Miriqua summarizes the laws of the civilization spanning the nearest rounds - commonsense things like not murdering, previously mentioned things like not making people without proper procedure, and a few oddball things like not taking more food than you're actually going to eat and not misrepresenting your skills and interests.
"You don't actually have to eat it all, if you bring home a head of lettuce to make salad and only get around to half of it before it goes bad you won't be in trouble. It's even all right to take an extra sack of grain in case you get sick any time in the next centispan and don't have a chance to go get groceries then. What you can't do is take the abundance created by the civilized and responsible creation of proles and then turn it into trade goods with foreign rounds, or set yourself up as a purveyor to look productive when you're only handing out what you took in the first place," Miriqua explains. "Take food for yourself, for your houseguests, for the week or the month, just don't hoard it or sell it."
"The people made for ruling discuss the traits of the next generation of rulers whenever it's time to add to it, and then they come to a consensus on their traits and create new ones. It's not a single ruler; if that single ruler got sick we'd be in trouble, and they don't make power-hungry despots who are going to have a hard time sharing and delegating authority."
Eventually they reach another village on the farm round, this one slightly bigger. People are coming and going on bicycles in all directions. There is a tall building with a pulley system for a large manually operated elevator on one side; at the top, apparently weightless, several strange boatlike contraptions with large sails fanning out from their bodies are docked.
"That sounds like a good plan," says Miriqua. "I'm not sure where it will be best for you to stay while you look for an available house. There are inns for people who are on the round for business, but they aren't meant for long visits; you might do better to take a room in your tutor's house as soon as you find one - and you?" she asks Sherlock. "Do you have a plan?"
"I intend to hang out my shingle as a consulting detective, but even when I had an international reputation cases were not sufficient to occupy all of my time. I was in the middle of writing a monograph on the analysis of footprints before I arrived here; I intend to finish it. In the long term, some combination of investigating any strange occurrences people care to bring me, and continuing my research."
Then it has that advantage over memorizing the properties of three hundred kinds of tobacco ash. It's not as orderly as the Latin-derived names of every bone and muscle and nerve in the human body, and Watson will never complain about English orthography or Latin grammar again, but they both press on.
As one pays attention one becomes aware of a pretty bright line between proles and everyone else. There are more proles than there are everyone elses, but the latter are more attention-getting, have more and livelier conversations, once a pair are glimpsed to have a child with them, they have more complicated social relationships. The proles have work, they mostly talk about work, they mostly socialize with either people they know through work or the geographically nearest prole socialization locale. It's not that they're dim or lifeless. They are bright, lively people who, as it happens, really enjoy making shoes or sweeping streets or cooking meals or doing laundry for fourteen hours a day.
Varies widely. Non-prole work is less suspicious to be really fascinated by, anyway - research, the arts, governance and diplomacy. Some professions seem to have a mix of prole and non-prole practitioners, including medicine. It seems perfectly respectable for someone understood to be well-made but not aimed at anything that would (in a society with money) constitute gainful employment to bop around trying various hobbies and dabbling in things while living off the delightedly-provided prole labor.
Watson would be far to embarrassed to do that sort of thing himself if there's any way he can get gainful employment instead, but Holmes will appreciate being able to continue his Bohemian lifestyle of research and the violin. Or more likely some novel foreign instrument, since finding an actual violin here seems implausible.
His diagnoses agree with Beretn's most of the time, with the most notable disagreements revolving around psychology (Watson occasionally diagnoses things as "hysteria" or "nerves"). In a few cases the treatment Beretn used was one that British medicine hadn't invented; in a few it's the other way around.
Meanwhile, Holmes has been walking the streets of the city in a pattern as systematic as their street layout permits, taking in everything. He isn't sure if he and Watson will stay here long term, but if they do he will eventually come to know it as well as he knew London. He still can't read all of the street signs, but that's less of an impediment to building a mental map than it would be for someone else: he remembers each street, not by its name, but by how it's paved and what shops are on it and how it slopes and whether it curves and what sort of people tend to walk on it and what they're doing as they go and the smell of the air and a dozen other things less easily expressed in words.
There is one religion practiced in all the temples; it seems to be a sort of animism. The plays include:
- a comedy about someone who makes herself a husband but screws up in a way that gives him (ultimately endearing) foibles
- an opera about a historical war
- a heartwarming drama about a moderately dysfunctional polyamorous family unit who create a child who brings them closer together
- a romance between a person from this civilization and another "less civilized" one, both parties created as children but from very different worlds
- various concerts and dance shows; one dance show has a plot that sounds like it was something somebody had a dream about, with a lot of fox imagery
Delightful! After the concert finishes he grabs some lunch and continues exploring the city. What sort of housing options exist for the people who aren't solely focused on some sort of productive work? He can't make specific arrangements for himself and Watson until he knows where the latter will be commuting to, but he can scope things out.
He can tell which ones are inhabited by looking at the outsides; he'll have a list of two-bedroom places in various locations ready to hand when he meets back up with Watson that evening. Between prospective houses, he amuses himself by looking at other passers-by and deducing their professions, pastimes, and problems.
"That sounds very suitable," says Holmes. "For my part I look forward to having a more permanent residence."
"So do I," adds Watson. They're having this conversation in the local language, and both of them are getting along alright, albeit with somewhat slow speech and obvious accents.
Moving their stuff is trivial, since they didn't accumulate much beyond toiletries and a couple changes of clothes. Now that they no longer have a move in the future, they can change that. Holmes ventures forth to look for a glassblower, a chemical shop, and an instrument-maker, starting with whichever is closest.
He can draw a precisely-proportioned picture of his violin, down to notes on which way the wood grain should go where. His musical vocabulary in this language is still somewhat limited, but if the instrument-maker will let him play example notes on some of her other wares he can draw extensive comparisons.
The house has about half of its furniture - the occupants who moved took the beds and there are gaps where a chair or console table has been taken. There is still dining furniture in place and the old couches are in the living room and the old nightstands and one dresser remain near where beds once were. The dishes are gone, except for one very large tureen and a kind of ugly serving platter.
The periodic table is the same here, and he had Miriqua go over their notation for compounds, so if the distributor knows the formal names of things he'll be fine. If not, he may have to just note the location and come back later with Miriqua; much of this stuff is only useful if he's totally certain it is what he thinks it is, and dangerous otherwise.