The Wraiths Of Will And Pleasure Part 15
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'That's in the town,' Ulaume said. 'Don't go down there, it's not safe.'
'It is,' Lileem said.
'I saw something today,' Ulaume said. 'I think there are other things here apart from the girl.'
Lileem said nothing.
Chapter Eleven.
For over two weeks, Lileem claimed he no longer saw the girl. Ulaume, unsure of the harling's truthfulness, stooped to spying on him, to no avail. Perhaps the girl had moved on, spooked by Ulaume catching sight of her. Neither did he see again the creature he'd come across in the Cevarro house. He rarely left the hill and told himself what he'd seen had been part of a vision, nothing more. He tried to create some kind of routine. He would bring Lileem up in this place. The past was done, but always he could feel the unseen tugging at the locks on his senses, trying to find a way in.
One evening, he said to Lileem, 'Do you think the girl has left this place?'
Lileem paused before answering, enough to alert Ulaume to a forthcoming untruth. 'She's not here,' Lileem said.
Ulaume said nothing more, but he felt angry inside. Lileem was cunning, as only a child could be. Cunning in innocence. The girl was still around and she was positioning herself between Ulaume and Lileem. She was luring the harling away.
Ulaume said nothing more on the subject and did not let his anger show. He remembered how he used to be, how no har ever got something over on him, how he always got revenge.
The following morning at breakfast, he said to Lileem. 'I have to go back down to the Cevarro house today. I must meditate there. I need to know answers. Do not follow me, and do not stray into the town. I will be gone all day. Will you be all right alone?'
Lileem nodded, without even glancing up.
'Good,' said Ulaume.
After they'd eaten, he left Lileem to see to the dishes and left the house. He had no doubt the girl must be watching him, so he went slowly down the hill, heading towards the Cevarro house, although he had no intention of going there. Nothing would entice him back into that afflicted place. Instead, he went into another house and there set about shrouding his thoughts. It was clear to him that whenever Lileem had been with the girl, he'd utilised his psychic abilities to warn himself of Ulaume's approach. Ulaume intended to put a stop to that. He waited a couple of hours and then let down his hair, so that it fell around him in a cloudy veil. He went out into the sunlight and squeezed himself into the s.p.a.ces between the air, so that nohar could see him and nohar could feel his presence. Now let us see, Now let us see, he thought. he thought.
He heard their laughter before he saw them. There was an outcrop of rock on the side the hill that was part of the garden. Here a landscaped waterfall slipped down a series of carved chutes and bowls shadowed by hardy ferns. Ulaume already knew this was one of Lileem's favourite places, even though he'd warned the harling that the rocks were dangerous. He crept through the trees and saw them playing together, the girl splas.h.i.+ng water over the harling, while Lileem waded noisily through the ponds, shrieking and giggling, soaked to the skin. There was an intimacy between them that made Ulaume furious at once. Lileem had lied to him, after all that Ulaume had done. He could have left the harling to die in the desert, but he had not. He had given up his life for this child and this was how he was repaid.
So have it, he thought bitterly. he thought bitterly. You are a freak, Lileem, and now I will leave you here in the care of a creature who will grow old and die, who can teach you nothing about yourself, and who will not be able to protect you from strangers. I will return to my tribe, as I should have done before. Pellaz is dead. I owe him nothing. You are a freak, Lileem, and now I will leave you here in the care of a creature who will grow old and die, who can teach you nothing about yourself, and who will not be able to protect you from strangers. I will return to my tribe, as I should have done before. Pellaz is dead. I owe him nothing.
But first, he could not resist revealing himself.
He folded himself out of the air and for some moments hid among the trees, projecting intention towards the harling. Lileem soon picked up on this and froze. The girl did not notice and continued to play. Ulaume stepped forth from the trees. He felt his hair rise around him. He felt the fire in his own eyes. 'Lileem!' he said.
An expression of pure horror convulsed the harling's features and even though Ulaume was so angry, he could not help but be affected by that. It hurt him, but also fuelled his fury. 'Come here!' he cried.
Lileem panicked. Instead of obeying Ulaume's command, he sought to escape the other way. It happened so quickly. One moment, he was clambering up the sheer rocks, the next he was falling, arms flailing. Ulaume's heart stopped. It seemed the harling fell in slow motion down to the next pool, where cruel rocks protruded from the water. He landed with a mighty splash and spray flew everywhere. Ulaume leapt forward and so did the girl. She reached Lileem first, expelling animal cries of alarm. She lifted the small limp body in her arms, gazed at it. Blood poured from a wound on Lileem's forehead. His eyes were half open.
Ulaume felt as if he were trying to force his body through glutinous syrup. He could not move fast enough. He could not reach Lileem's side. As he watched, the wild girl bent her head to the wound and began to slurp at the swiftly rilling blood.
'Get away from him!' Ulaume roared and lunged across the last few feet between them. He struck at the girl's head, which snapped back. She recovered quickly, clasping Lileem to her breast, snarling up at Ulaume, her bared teeth red. She was like a cornered rat: in the position of disadvantage but unafraid and prepared to fight. In the few brief moments while Ulaume considered how best to deal with her, she looked away from him and began to lick the harling's head once more. There was too much blood for her to consume. It ran over her fingers. She uttered soft crooning sounds. It was at this moment that Ulaume realised she wasn't feeding but trying to heal. His anger flowed out of him and ran with Lileem's blood downstream. He hunkered down in the water a few feet away from the girl and said, 'Let me have him. I can make it better. Let me have him.'
The girl stared at him through wild tangles of hair. The whole bottom half of her face was red and scarlet streams were swirling out into the pool around her.
Ulaume held out his hands, projected from them the healing power he had learned during his caste training. Perhaps the girl could feel it. Slowly, he edged forward. The girl tensed and scrabbled back a short way. Lileem's limbs dangled bonelessly in the water. He did not move. Ulaume continued to murmur soft rea.s.surances and then his hands were upon Lileem's face. He exhaled and realised he'd been holding his breath. He was aware of the warmth of the girl's body, her heavy breathing. He could smell her: a mixture of sweat and sage. Ulaume traced the wound on Lileem's head and projected the intention to close it, to cauterise the capillaries, to clot the blood. It made his head ache; he'd rarely bothered with healing before. He wasn't doing it right, because he could tell he was using too much of his own energy rather than channelling that in the environment, but there was no other way. It had to be done now. He did it for too long perhaps, because when Lileem stirred beneath his fingers, Ulaume fell to the side, his face in the water, unable to move. He was partly breathing in water, but was powerless to help himself. Through one eye, he saw the girl place Lileem tenderly on a flat rock, then come wading towards him. She caught hold of his hair and dragged him to the bank, so that his head lay on the smooth rock, his body still submerged. She kicked him savagely in the side, then went back to Lileem.
Ulaume lay panting and coughing, desperately seeking strength from the living trees around him, from the water itself. The girl could make off with Lileem now. Then what would happen? Ulaume knew he hadn't yet done enough to effect a complete healing. Lileem needed gentle handling and proper care.
He watched the girl squatting over the harling, touching his hair, his limbs, making soft sounds of concern. She kept shaking her head like a cat, as if she had something in her ears. She stood up, waving her hands around her face as if warding off a plague of flies. She staggered on the rock, uttering strange sounds.
Ulaume hauled himself from the water and lay on the bank. He absorbed the green balm of the trees, the light of the land. He was struck by the absurdity of their situation. Lileem lay semi-conscious on a rock, while he himself was paralysed by exhaustion. The girl, their strange companion in drama, was reeling drunkenly through the pool, screeching and fighting off invisible enemies. Ulaume knew why, and he could not help smiling about it. Lileem's blood had poisoned her.
Ulaume carried Lileem back to the house and put him to bed. As far as he could discern, the harling had suffered a mild concussion, but there was no fracture of the skull. Because his healing skills were not that advanced, Ulaume resolved to give Lileem hands-on treatments every few hours. But from now on, he must be careful not to deplete himself.
After a couple of hours, Lileem woke and clung to Ulaume fiercely. 'You betrayed me,' Ulaume said, stroking his hair. 'Look what happened.'
Lileem wept softly. He was, after all, only a child.
Once he was satisfied Lileem was comfortable and sleeping normally, Ulaume went back to the pools. Lavender dusk was stealing in and the trees were full of cicadas. He expected the girl to be dead, but she wasn't. She was curled up beneath an acacia, s.h.i.+vering and muttering to herself. A twinge in Ulaume's side reminded him of her vicious kick. He observed her for some minutes, but she didn't seem to realise he was there. She was so like Pellaz, it was uncanny: the lush black hair, the perfect face and the graceful slim body. In the vision, Pellaz had said: 'Help those I love'. He'd also mentioned that this female creature could help Ulaume. Presumably, her supping Lileem's blood had not been part of Pell's plan.
Sighing, Ulaume squatted down and let his right hand hover over the girl's head. She was giving off a lot of heat and energy, but he couldn't sense death approaching. She might rear up and attack him at any moment, but vulnerable and defenceless as she was now, it was difficult not to feel pity. She had lost everything, even her humanity to a degree, and Wraeththu had caused that. It was a miracle she had survived.
Ulaume lifted her in his arms and took her back to the house. She was limp and did not stir in his hold. He made up a bed for her on the floor in the kitchen, next to the stove, where it was warm. She s.h.i.+vered beneath the blankets, her lips surrounded by a white crust of dried foam. It looked to Ulaume as if she was going through althaia, the changing. But no females had successfully mutated into Wraeththu. Lileem, of course, could be different from normal hara, not just in physical appearance, but also because he was pure born, and had never been incepted. Perhaps pure born hara could incept females. Perhaps Ulaume would now find out. He composed himself in a chair and watched her through the night, accompanied only by a couple of bottles of wine he took from the cellar. Occasionally, he'd go to check on and give healing to Lileem, whose breathing was deep and regular and who now sported a large discoloured lump on his forehead.
Before dawn, Ulaume dozed off, and was woken up some hours later by Lileem pulling on his arm. He opened his eyes and looked down into Lileem's familiar grave expression. A quick glimpse across the room a.s.sured him the girl was still comatose beneath the blankets.
'Sorry,' said Lileem.
Ulaume reached out and touched the harling's face gently. 'I won't punish you,' he said. 'I think you've learned a lesson.'
Lileem glanced at the bundle on the floor. 'You brought her here... Is she ill? What happened?'
'There is something wrong with her, certainly.' Ulaume stretched languorously: his limbs were stiff. 'Perhaps you are not as different from me as we thought.'
Lileem frowned. 'What?'
'We will have to wait and see,' Ulaume said, 'but I have an idea of what's wrong with her.'
For three days, as in a normal althaia, the girl writhed and screeched beneath her blankets. She ran a high fever and her skin was flaking and sore. Ulaume did what he could for her. She was like a wild creature, a bundle of defensive instincts. When she'd been vicious with him before, he'd hated her, but now could feel only pity. Also, she was beautiful in the way a wolf is beautiful: unapproachable, best admired from afar. He smoothed her tangled hair and bathed her face with cold water. She didn't know he was there. Sometimes, among her animal noises, he thought he heard her whispering Pell's name, but he couldn't be sure.
Twice, Ulaume woke in the morning to find damage had been done to the garden outside and yet he never heard anything during the night. He remembered what he'd seen in the Cevarro house and told Lileem not to stray. The girl might have been his only protection from whatever roamed out there.
On the evening of the third day, the girl's fever abated and she slept easily. Whatever had happened to her was over, but Ulaume had no idea what he should do next, if anything. A Wraeththu har's inception was consummated by aruna, but there was no one to do that for the girl. He certainly wouldn't, or couldn't, himself. She was not har. She was something else and it was as if his s.e.xual senses couldn't recognise her.
Lileem had found some old board games, only partly chewed by mice, and sat at the kitchen table making up new rules for how to play them. Ulaume sat reading a book on chickens. He heard the girl moan and put down his book. She had rolled onto her back and cast off the blankets, one forearm pressed against her eyes. Ulaume stood up. This was the moment he'd both dreaded and looked forward to with curiosity.
'Can you understand me, girl?' he said.
For some moments, she did not lower her arm, but when she did her eyes were black and furious and terrified. She glanced around, clearly still too weak to move, but even so seeking an avenue of escape.
'We mean you no harm,' Ulaume said, which even to him sounded unconvincing. 'I am a friend of Pellaz Cevarro. You know him?'
'He's dead,' she croaked, her voice sounding rusty with disuse.
'Not any more apparently,' Ulaume answered, 'but then, I'm not sure. He has spoken to me here. You are his sister, yes?'
'There's nothing left for you here,' the girl rasped. 'Go.'
'I am not here to take anything,' Ulaume said. 'I came here only looking for sanctuary for myself and Lileem, the harling the child. We are alone. I am not a warrior. I don't even have a tribe, but I knew your brother.'
'I have no brothers,' she said, 'only monsters. They are gone.'
Ulaume drew a deep breath. 'A har called Cal brought Pellaz to my tribe. Pell had been incepted to Wraeththu at another settlement. He came to us for training.'
The girl turned onto her side and put her hands over her ears.
Ulaume sighed deeply. 'You are right. He is no longer your brother. He cast off all that he was the moment he became Wraeththu. There is no point in talking about it.'
He turned to Lileem who was sitting absolutely still, no doubt taking in every word. 'Ask your friend if she wishes to eat. You can prepare something for her.'
'Child stealer!' hissed the girl, still with her back to him.
'I did not steal Lileem,' Ulaume said coldly. 'He is not human, whatever you think. He was born of Wraeththu and is as much your enemy as I am. His blood poisoned you.' He did not wait for a reply but left the room.
Outside, in the murmuring garden, he took deep breaths to calm himself. He must not let this human affect him, if indeed she was still human. Creatures stalked this place and none of them were normal. He'd seen something vile in the Cevarro house and he must find out what it was. The girl had spoken of monsters. He had seen one. But where did he progress from here? He did not expect the girl to take to him, it would be unrealistic to imagine so. But she held the answers. She had the history in her.
Ulaume narrowed his eyes and scanned the night. He sensed a dark cloud hanging over the hill, although the night was clear.
'Her name,' Lileem said, 'is Mima.'
Ulaume and Lileem were sitting in the garden. The girl would not move from her place by the stove, other than to visit the small bathroom off the kitchen. She had lived there, a silent, brooding presence, for another three days. She would not acknowledge Ulaume existed, and he pretended she wasn't there.
'You must ask her something,' Ulaume said. 'I want you to ask her to examine her own body. Ask her if there are any changes.'
'Why?'
'I think you incepted her accidentally.'
Lileem grinned. 'Made her like me? Is that possible?'
'How should I know? It's as much of a mystery to me as to you. But perhaps, if we find out, we'll learn a little about how you might be one day.'
Ulaume's heart clenched at the sudden flowering of delight and hope in Lileem's face. 'You can also ask her how she feels, if she's noted any differences about her perceptions, that is, how she sees the world and hears it, and what she does not hear or see but somehow knows knows.'
Lileem nodded vigorously. 'I will! I will!' He hugged Ulaume fiercely. 'Thank you, Lormy. Thank you for giving this to me.'
Ulaume laughed uncomfortably, remembering his own bitter thoughts at the poolside before Lileem's accident. 'I did nothing: you did.'
'You could have left her to die. You helped her live.'
'That is true. Perhaps I am a nicer har than I think I am.'
Ulaume waited for Lileem to come back to him with answers, and was therefore surprised when Mima herself addressed him in the kitchen the following morning. It was preceded by a punch in the face, which took him even more by surprise. As he was picking himself up from the floor, fully prepared to defend himself in the most vigorous manner, Mima pushed back her hair and said, 'The child says something has been done to me, the same thing you do to boys. Is that true?'
Ulaume merely flared his nostrils. 'When you can behave with dignity and courtesy I may be moved to answer your queries.' He stalked out into the garden and began picking berries from a rather straggling bush.
Mima followed him and hovered behind him. Ulaume hid a smile. He could sense Pellaz strongly. After a while, Mima said, 'There are changes. I am different.'
Ulaume waited a moment, then glanced round at her. 'That is perhaps unfortunate. I can do nothing to help you now and Lileem is only a child.'
'What do you mean?'
He shrugged carelessly. 'Well, in Wraeththu, you have to take aruna after inception. But no females become Wraeththu, so you're probably not har. I don't know what you are.'
'I don't know what you're talking about. Explain.'
'Aruna is s.e.x. You need it to finish the inception. But there's no one for you to do it with. You are not har. I can sense it. Maybe you don't even need it. Who knows?' He turned back to the berry-picking.
'I am not the same as I was. Is this what you are, what Lileem is?'
Ulaume shrugged. 'I don't know. I'm not even sure what Lileem is. He was exposed by his parents in the desert to die, so you can be sure he's not normal.'
Mima screwed up her eyes, rubbed her face in confusion. 'The child is a girl, anyone can see that.'
'Well, perhaps that is the reason then. But if so, he or she is not a human girl. He's a freak, and so are you.'
'I do not feel like a freak,' Mima said and her tone caused Ulaume to stop what he was doing and pay her more attention.
She squatted down in front of him. 'May we talk?'
'If you can keep your hands to yourself, yes.'
'I have lived a nightmare, can you understand that?'
He nodded.
'I have lived in a dark world, watching myself. Whatever has just happened to me brought me back. I awoke a few days ago and I was back in the real world, no longer just a spectral observer. It has taken me some days to accept this, for it had been my decision to leave my own mind.'
'What happened?' Ulaume asked.
Mima stood up, and gazed down upon her old home, hands on hip. 'We were attacked, as many people warned us we would be. Nearly everyone was killed. They took my brothers, as Pell had been taken, but one I managed to help escape.'
There was a silence, which Ulaume intuited Mima wanted him to fill. He had a history and answers that she desperately wanted too. 'Did you take him after he'd been incepted?'
She made a sound of exasperation and kicked the dirt. 'They had done something to Terez, yes, if that is inception. He was very ill. We'd heard months before there might be some physical change involved in becoming Wraeththu, but I'd not believed it. Not until I was forced to.'
'I think I've seen him,' Ulaume said. 'You shouldn't have done that. Do you know what you have done?'
'Know? I tried to save someone I loved, after everyone else was dead. Is that so wrong?'
Ulaume stood up also. 'Yes, in this case. If you have lived in a dark world, then he exists in a grotesque half world. I shudder to imagine.'
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