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An Irish sergeant bellows-bored but indignant-in a voice that carries forever on the wind, like the smell of smoke. He's not come to watch witch-hangings, but now that Enoch's blundered into one it would be bad form to leave.

There is a drum-roll, and then a sudden awkward silence. He judges it very far from the worst hanging he's ever seen-no kicking or writhing, no breaking of ropes or unraveling of knots-all in all, an unusually competent piece of work. He hadn't really known what to expect of America. But people here seem to do things-hangings included-with a blunt, blank efficiency that's admirable and disappointing at the same time.

Like jumping fish, they go about difficult matters with bloodless ease.

As if they were all born knowing things that other people must absorb, along with faery-tales and superstitions, from their families and villages. Maybe it is because most of them came over on ships. As they are cutting the limp witch down, a gust tumbles over the Common from the North.

On Sir Isaac Newton's temperature scale, where freezing is zero and the heat of the human body is twelve, it is probably four or five. If Herr Fahrenheit were here with one of his new quicksilver-filled, sealed-tube thermometers, he would probably observe something in the fifties. But this sort of wind, coming as it does from the North in the autumn, is more chilling than any mere instrument can tell.

It reminds everyone here that if they don't want to be dead in a few months' time, they have firewood to stack and chinks to caulk. The wind is noticed by a hoarse preacher at the base of the gallows, who takes it to be Satan himself, come to carry the witch's soul to hell, and who is not slow to share this opinion with his flock. The preacher is staring Enoch in the eye as he testifies.

Enoch feels the heightened, chafing self-consciousness that is the precursor to fear. What's to prevent them from trying and hanging him as a witch? How must he look to these people? A man of indefinable age but evidently broad experience, with silver hair queued down to the small of his back, a copper-red beard, pale gray eyes, and skin weathered and marred like a blacksmith's ox-hide apron.

Dressed in a long traveling-cloak, a walking-staff and an outmoded rapier strapped 'longside the saddle of a notably fine black horse. Two pistols in his waistband, prominent enough that Indians, highwaymen, and French raiders can clearly see them from ambuscades he'd like to move them out of view, but reaching for them at this moment seems like a bad idea. Saddlebags should they be searched filled with instruments, flasks of quicksilver, and stranger matters-some, as they'd learn, quite dangerous-books in Hebrew, Greek, and Latin pocked with the occult symbols of Alchemists and Kabalists.

Things could go badly for him in Boston. But the crowd takes the preacher's ranting not as a call to arms but a signal to turn and disperse, muttering. The redcoats discharge their muskets with deep hissing booms, like handfuls of sand hurled against a kettledrum.

Enoch dismounts into the midst of the colonists. He sweeps the robe round him, concealing the pistols, pulls the hood back from his head, and amounts to just another weary pilgrim. He does not meet any man's eye but scans their faces sidelong, and is surprised by a general lack of self-righteousness. The houses are mostly of wood, and so are the churches.

Spaniards would have built a single great cathedral here, of stone, with gold on the inside, but the colonists cannot agree on anything and so it is more like Amsterdam: But at least they can muster a consensus to kill a witch.

She is borne off into a new burying ground, which for some reason they have situated hard by the granary. Enoch is at a loss to know whether this juxtaposition-that is, storing their Dead, and their Staff of Life, in the same place-is some sort of Message from the city's elders, or simple bad taste. Enoch, who has seen more than one city burn, recognizes the scars of a great fire along this main street. Houses and churches are being rebuilt with brick or stone.

He comes to what must be the greatest intersection in the town, where this road from the city gate crosses a very broad street that runs straight down to salt water, and continues on a long wharf that projects far out into the harbor, thrusting across a ruined rampart of stones and logs: The long wharf is ridged with barracks.

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It reaches far enough out into the harbor that one of the Navy's very largest men-of-war is able to moor at its end. Turning his head the other way, he sees artillery mounted up on a hillside, and blue-coated gunners tending to a vatlike mortar, ready to lob iron bombs onto the decks of any French or Spanish galleons that might trespass on the bay. So, drawing a mental line from the dead criminals at the city gate, to the powder-house on the Common, to the witch-gallows, and finally to the harbor defenses, he has got one Cartesian number-line-what Leibniz would call the Ordinate-plotted out: But it remains to be seen what can be plotted in the space above and below.

The hills of Boston are skirted by endless flat marshes that fade, slow as twilight, into Harbor or River, providing blank empty planes on which men with ropes and rulers can construct whatever strange curves they phant'sy.

Enoch knows where to find the Origin of this coordinate system, because he has talked to ship's masters who have visited Boston.

He goes down to where the long wharf grips the shore. Among fine stone sea-merchants' houses, there is a brick-red door with a bunch of grapes dangling above it. Enoch goes through that door and finds himself in a good tavern. Men with swords and expensive clothes turn round to look at him.

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Slavers, merchants of rum and molasses and tea and tobacco, and captains of the ships that carry those things. It could be any place in the world, for the same tavern is in London, Cadiz, Smyrna, and Manila, and the same men are in it. None of them cares, supposing they even know, that witches are being hanged five minutes' walk away. He is much more comfortable in here than out there; but he has not come to be comfortable.

The particular sea-captain he's looking for-van Hoek-is not here. He backs out before the tavern-keeper can tempt him. Back in America and among Puritans, he enters into narrower streets and heads north, leading his horse over a rickety wooden bridge thrown over a little mill-creek. Flotillas of shavings from some carpenter's block-plane sail down the stream like ships going off to war.

Underneath them the weak current nudges turds and bits of slaughtered animals down towards the harbor. It smells accordingly. No denying there is a tallow-chandlery not far upwind, where beast-grease not fit for eating is made into candles and soap.

Now he knows why: Ten years old, Enoch guesses. Then the boy thinks about smiling and his lips part. His gums support a rubble of adult teeth shouldering their way into pink gaps, and deciduous ones flapping like tavern signs on skin hinges.

He's closer to eight. But cod and corn have made him big for his age-at least by London standards. And he is precocious in every respect save social graces. Enoch might answer, Yes, I am from Europe, where a boy addresses an old man as "sir," if he addresses him at all. But he cannot get past the odd nomenclature. Most people there say Christendom.

Perhaps Europe is the better term, now that you mention it. I didn't want to stay and-" "And what? Come, you belong in school. So Enoch decides to accept the proposition. And you are-? Son of Josiah. The tallow-chandler. Why do you laugh, Mr. It is a peculiarity of,,, your people. Back in England, where Puritans are a memory of a bygone age, or at worst streetcorner nuisances, the term serves well enough to lampoon the backwoodsmen of Massachusetts Bay Colony.

But as he keeps being reminded here, the truth of the matter is more complex. From a coffeehouse in London, one may speak blithely of Islam and the Mussulman, but in Cairo such terms are void. Here Enoch is in the Puritans' Cairo. Well, Islam-a larger, richer, and in most ways more sophisticated civilization that hems in the Christians of Europe to the east and the south-divides all the world into only three parts: The latter is, I'm sorry to say, a far more apt name than Christendom for the part of the world where most of the Christians live.

A Peace has been signed at Utrecht. France gets Spain. Austria gets the Spanish Netherlands. We get Gibraltar, Newfoundland, St. Kitts, and-" lowering his voice "-the slave trade.

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And his latest novel, Reamde, is about a money-making scam in an online role-playing game that spins wildly out of control. Visit io9. The title refers to a virus that gets loose in a fictional, extremely popular massively multi-player online role-playing game, and becomes the trigger for a pretty complicated multi-threaded plotline that involves a lot of international espionage and organized crime and skullduggery of various descriptions.

The phenomenon of gold farming features prominently in this book. What is gold farming and what made you want to write a story about it? In most of these online massively multi-player games, there are various kinds of virtual property that are highly prized by the hardcore players, and typically they can be downloadd for gold pieces or some in-game pieces of imaginary gold.

So what was it about that that made you want to write about it? The notion of working the boundary line between a real currency and a virtual currency is inherently interesting to me.

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And so by combining those two elements together I was able to create a basis for this plot that worked better than either one of those two things considered separately. One of the ideas I played with a long time ago, when I got my first Macintosh, was trying to create imaginary land forms, imaginary terrain.

You start with a flat triangle and you take the midpoint of each side of that triangle and randomly move it up or down a bit. And then you recursively apply the same treatment to the four new little triangles you first created, and if you keep that up long enough, you can create a very rough random-looking fractal landform that, to the untutored eye, kind of looks like a real landform.

So I played around with that a little bit, when I got my first Mac a long time ago, and enjoyed writing this program that would generate little imaginary islands, and had thoughts of trying to build that into a role-playing game since a lot of the drudgery that goes into creating such a game has to do with building maps and trying to make realistic-looking landforms. And eventually I had to go work on other things that would actually reward my efforts a little more, but it stuck with me.

Are you still a gamer, and if so what are some of your favorite games? See, I had these two problems. One was that when I played Halo or similar games, time would vanish. The minutes crawl by like hours. And actually you incorporated that idea into Reamde.

Have you ever done any sort of game design?Amouri, quality in Transition Metal Chemistry. I have one here; let's go.

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