In Robert Silverberg’s story “Nightwings,” three travelers walk toward Rome. They live in a time far distant from our own. Mankind’s greatest achievements lay in its past. Cities, nations, even continents have been destroyed. Even the original name of their destination (which they call Roum) has been forgotten. To ensure its survival, our species has been segregated into guilds. Some relate to an individual’s vocation or capabilities. Others group individuals based upon their genetic makeup. Yet, despite how they look or what they do, they are all still human.
Avluela is a Flier. This is not a role that she has chosen. Her body is lean and fragile, and her wings are as delicate as those of a butterfly. The Watcher who accompanies her (his guild will not allow him to divulge his name) is a weak, old man. Four times each day, he must use his instruments to search our solar system for invaders. Gorman, the third member of the party, is a misfit. Although he is tall and strong, he is a Changeling; his mutated features disallow him entry to any guild.
They joined together for mutual protection. Despite their differences, they have grown fond of each other. When they arrive in Roum, they find they do not wish to part. The Watchers' Inn is full: they cannot even house him. Gorman and Avluela have separate options. The Flier’s guild inn might agree to house the Watcher, but not a Changeling. It seems that their party must separate. Yet Avluela has grown so attached to these men that she cannot bear to part from them. In desperation she throws herself before the Prince of Roum, and offers up the pleasures of her body to him, if only he will house all of them.
Some might view Avluela as morally deficient. Others may call her worse. Such people could claim that her sacrifice was unnecessary: more avenues could be pursued in order to secure separate housing for all three travelers. Justification can always be found to condemn others. But those inclined to think ill of her do not understand the loss she has suffered, nor the pain she endures. Avluela cannot bear to lose the company of those who have proven themselves worthy of her friendship, trust, and love. So she offers up the only thing she can to the Prince. And all for the sake of these strangers who have become her family.
It is easy to take others for granted. Life keeps us so busy, and offers constant distractions. We often value those who possess good looks or wealth or can boast of great accomplishments over those who have steadfastly remained at our side. But whether they are related by blood or affection, if they have proven willing to carry your burdens, and remain committed to bringing you joy, they deserve your loyalty. Amid the pain and loss she suffers, Avluela recognizes this.
Sadly, when pain and loss afflict us less, such essential truths grow more difficult to perceive.
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