The Shades Of Time And Memory Part 19

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'It might not be Pell,' Tyson said, staring ahead. 'It could be anyhar.'

'Snake is Pell's brother,' Terez said. 'Our purpose on this journey is to keep him safe.'

Moon stared at the horizon without blinking until his eyes ran. It felt as if tiny s.h.i.+vers of electricity were running over his skin. His hair had lifted on his head. He could feel the power. Presently, the thick clouds became shot with threads of blue lightning. Terez indicated to Raven that he should steer the horses to the side of the road and the cover of some trees.

Thunder rumbled in the heavens, slow and rolling, then all was silent. The crack, when it came, was like an explosion. There was a flash, both blinding and weirdly invisible to the naked eye, and something flew out of the clouds. It was impossible at first to discern what it was, but after a few moments, Moon could see two white horses galloping toward them upon the road. They appeared real and solid but at the same time weirdly spectral. They were surrounded by a streaking vapor, and even from this distance, Moon could smell ozone. Only one of the horses bore a rider.

'He's come alone,' Terez said in surprise. 'I really wish he wouldn't do that. He has no sense for security.'



'Is it Pellaz?' Snake asked.

'Yes,' Terez answered. 'Look at that. He is Tigron, yet he travels alone.' He shook his head.

'He has another sedu,' Tyson said, 'but only one. I wonder who that's for?'

Moon climbed back to sit beside his father and took hold of one of his hands. Snake's expression was unreadable, but Moon could feel that he was full of tension.

The Tigron brought the sedim to a halt and dismounted. He was dressed in a plain riding costume of dark brushed leather, his hair bound back. At a distance, he would pa.s.s for any travelling har. It was only when he drew closer that you realised there was nothing ordinary or plain about him at all. Laying eyes on the Tigron for the first time, Moon realised that sometimes great beauty can be terrifying, if not horrific. It is almost alien, and difficult to look upon. When Pellaz paused to inspect Moon, it felt as if a great searchlight pa.s.sed over and through Moon's flesh. He was in no doubt that the Tigron could see to the core of him and beyond. And yet this was his hura. The idea seemed impossible. This was not the har of the stories Tyson had told him.

Terez had also dismounted and now made the introductions. 'Our brother and his son, Moon,' he said.

Pell's gaze rested for just a while too long upon Moon before turning to Snake. Moon guessed at once this was because Terez had already told Pellaz about Snake's disabilities. The Tigron was hoping he wouldn't wince, wouldn't betray any reaction likely to give offence.

Pellaz inclined his head respectfully. 'Snake Jaguar. Thank you for agreeing to this meeting.'

A perfect opening.

'It was supposed to be in Galhea,' Snake answered, his tone giving nothing away.

'I know, and it will be...' Pellaz placed a long-fingered hand on the rough wood of the cart. 'You shouldn't have to travel this way. I have come to offer you an alternative. The sedim can take us both to Galhea.'

'What about the rest of us?' Tyson asked.

Pellaz flicked him a cold glance. 'The meeting is between Snake Jaguar and myself.' He turned to Terez. 'I will return for you, if you wish. Tyson can escort Snake Jaguar's party to Galhea.'

'No,' Terez said. 'That won't be necessary. I prefer to remain with this party.'

Raven had jumped down from the driving seat and now stood protectively behind Snake. 'You should not go alone,' he said.

Snake raised a hand. 'There is no need for concern. I will go with the Tigron. I am curious to experience his method of travel.' He fixed Terez with a savage stare. 'I place Moon's well being in your hands.'

'It couldn't be in better ones,' Pellaz said.

Raven a.s.sisted Snake to mount the sedu, which stood placidly, switching its tail. Everyhar present politely averted their eyes, except for Moon, who went to hold the saddle straight. He wasn't happy that his father was leaving and yet it would have been unbearable if he'd had to go to Galhea, leaving Tyson behind.

Now, the four of them could ride rather than use the cart, which could be sold at the next settlement. Terez's pack horse would be rather weighed down, but they would still be able to travel more swiftly.

That night, they stayed at a farm run by a group of what were presumably ex-Varrs, although they took care not to betray their origins. Moon and his companions were greeted in the yard by a har wearing hoop earrings, his head wound in a blue scarf. He was used to providing accommodation for travellers. He boasted of many guest rooms. Once they were shown to these rooms, their host departed. He said that a meal would be laid out for them after dark.

Moon was intrigued by the house, because it was the nearest thing to his dreams of a self-built home that he'd ever seen. As the sun sank, he wandered around it on his own. It was strange that the house seemed so empty. Whoever lived there must be out working on the land, and there clearly weren't many, if any, other paying guests there at present. Moon prowled along the narrow pa.s.sageways and ran through the dank dark parlours. There were lots of small dark rooms, where clocks ticked as they had ticked for centuries, now marking the lives of creatures alien to those who had built them. Sometimes, in some of the rooms, Moon would hear small scurrying sounds, as of mice and rats rus.h.i.+ng for cover. In one room, he found a dresser covered in old photographs of humans who had most likely once lived here. Moon wondered why the new Wraeththu owners had kept the pictures. Perhaps they never used this room.

Time seemed to move more slowly in the farmhouse. When Moon went to the window to look out upon the darkening fields, he wouldn't have been surprised to find the house hanging in a dark void and that the real world had slipped away. He was not frightened by these feelings or even discomforted. He was enjoying his new adventure. Eventually, when most of the house had given up its secrets, he went back to the kitchen where he discovered that the table had been laid with four places and that food had been left out for them. Nohar else was around. Perhaps ghosts had prepared the meal.

Moon went up the tiny winding stairway to the bedrooms. He might as well find the others and tell them there was a meal waiting for them. The first room he visited was Raven's but it was empty. For one stultifying moment, Moon wondered whether he really was entirely alone and that his companions had vanished. He went quickly to the room that Terez occupied and flung open the door.

Raven and Terez had become like a statue carved of wood, painted to look real. They sat upon a sofa beneath the window, as motionless as stone and utterly silent. They looked dead, but he knew they weren't. Joined lip to lip, sharing secrets deep and dark, a lifetime of information perhaps. Moon stood at the threshold for some moments, unsure of what to do. It seemed rude to interrupt such an intense process and he doubted whether Terez or Raven would even hear him if he did speak. Darkness was beginning to claim the room as the last of the twilight faded. It was like an ent.i.ty in itself, alive and sentient.

Moon closed the door and stood in the corridor. That left only Tyson. A few minutes ago, knocking on Tyson's door, to tell him food was waiting had seemed an easy thing to do. Now, it was different. Moon wasn't sure what reception he'd get, yet surely Tyson must be hungry.

Not that hungry, obviously. When Moon knocked upon the relevant door and received no answer, he opened it and found that Tyson was lying face down on the bed, snoring.

The darkness was beginning to get a bit creepy now, but the prospect of the kitchen, with the warm range in the corner, seemed more inviting than the gloomy corridors and bedrooms upstairs, so Moon went down to eat alone. Clocks ticked slowly around him and the night stole in. Moon wished some of the hara who lived in this place would make an appearance. It was as if they'd vanished like spirits. A beam in the ceiling creaked and Moon almost jumped out of his chair. There was nothing else to do but go to bed and hope that in the morning everything would be normal.

Moon didn't undress, but only took off his boots and got into his bed fully clothed. It was cold in the room and he could see his breath misting by starlight. Fortunately, the covers were thick and warming. He snuggled down into them, but felt far from drowsy. Noises came through the wall: creakings and sighs. Moon was so convinced the place was haunted, it took him some moments to realise he was listening to the sounds of two hara taking aruna together. Raven and Terez had clearly resolved their problems.

Moon put his hands over his ears. He didn't want to hear those sounds. They only reminded him how alone he was. He could smell the season creeping in through gaps in the window frame. He could smell apples and wood smoke. He could hear the house breathe, exhalations of centuries, and mingled with these sensations were the sounds of hara in love. Moon screwed up his eyes, bit the inside of his cheek. He felt hot and feverish. He was the heart of a volcano, churning with lava, ready to blow. He couldn't lie there suffering. His body wouldn't let him.

Moon could already see Tyson before he even went back into that room. He could see him lying there, right inside the bed now, a mound of blankets, curled up like an animal. The bra.s.s door handle was so cold Moon had to pull his hand from it firmly. The ice went into him. He couldn't tell if his skin ripped or not. He was thinking of a house in the desert, and in his imagination, something rattled outside in the night breeze. He heard a coyote sing to the stars. He smelled dust and the reek of sage. He thought of Pellaz, who was more beautiful than any living creature had a right to be: an unreal thing like a dream or a fantasy. Moon still couldn't believe he'd met him, or that he could in any way resemble this paragon of harishness. But at one time, Pellaz had been young and guided by instinct and desire. He had stooped to pluck a bright flower from the desert floor, and the perfume had been like wine, and its thorns had been like poisoned steel.

Moon closed the bedroom door and leaned against it. His heart seemed to be beating inside his face. His eyes were throbbing. There was a chair near to the bed, where Tyson had thrown his clothes. Moon crossed the floor, every board creaking beneath his feet, and sat down in it, on the garments that had recently been close to Tyson's skin. Moon put his hands on the faded chintz of the arms and stared at the bed. Tyson was still snoring, invisible in his warm musky nest. I could sit here all night, Moon thought. He could no longer hear any sounds from elsewhere in the house. His breath misted on the air, hanging in clouds around his head. He could see the blankets on the bed moving slightly with Tyson's sleeping breath.

'Ty...' Moon's lips were so cold, he couldn't feel the word come out, and yet the inside of him was raging heat.

He knew this softly spoken word penetrated whatever deep realm Tyson explored in his sleep, because the mound in the bed suddenly became utterly still and silent. After a moment, Tyson poked his head out.

'What is it?' he asked, looking startled. 'What's happened?'

Moon saw there was to be no dreamy realization of his desires, no replay of a romantic history. 'Nothing,' he said. 'I had to get away.'

'From what?'

'Raven and Terez. They are in the room next to mine and it's a roonfest in there.'

Tyson sat up and yawned, pulling the blankets around his shoulders. 'You shouldn't be in here. You know that. Terez would have my skin.'

'Tyson?'

'Yes?'

'What have I done wrong?' Moon thought it was the most important question he had ever voiced.

'Nothing,' Tyson said softly. 'You know that too.'

'Don't send me away.'

Tyson sighed deeply and ran his hands through his hair. The blankets fell from his shoulders, revealing more than Moon could cope with. Smooth skin, an amulet on a thin chain. 'Being with you, inviting you into my bed - it's what hara would expect of me,' he said. 'They never see me. They see him. Always. And if he were here now, he would bring you to his bed, and you would be lost. You would never leave that bed, not in your heart. It would haunt you for the rest of your life, and that is a long time. Do you understand?'

'I don't know who you're talking about. I don't know that har.'

'I want to be different,' Tyson said. 'I want Pellaz to be pleased for us, give us his blessing...' He shook his head. 'It will never happen. If I ever do any of what I want to do, I'll be judged for it, because nohar will see me. They'll see Cal, the mother of my being. My tainted hostling.'

'I see you,' Moon said. 'It's all I see.'

'Don't do this to me. It's not fair.'

Moon saw then that a door in Tyson's protective sanctuary had opened just a c.h.i.n.k. He had betrayed weakness. He had betrayed that the unfairness was because he wouldn't be able to resist for much longer. 'I love you,' Moon said. 'I have always done so. It's in my blood.'

'No,' Tyson said. 'It's not. Dorado never fell for Cal. Quite the opposite. Don't delude yourself.'

'I'm not in love with Cal.'

'You're not in love with me. It isn't that, Moon. It's just us Wraeththu, hara.'

'It's the selfish creature,' Moon said. 'It's aruna. Is that what you're saying? It has a life of its own, I know. It thinks.'

Tyson laughed uncertainly. 'Well, that's a new take on it. But yes, maybe. I'm not sure myself, Moon. I'm not sure of what I feel. I only know there would be consequences involved in us being together, and maybe we should wait until we're sure.'

'You are so not like your hostling,' Moon said. 'Can't you see it? You once said to me that we are not Pell and Cal. I know that. We're not even symbols of them. What happened to them won't happen to us. I know it. You don't have to be afraid. I'm no starry-eyed virgin, Ty. I know how it is.'

'You are a Cevarro,' Tyson said, 'and you want your own way. You all do. Soon you'll be calling yourself har Aralis, and you'll be different. It will come easily to you. Pellaz could live his life again through you. He could punish Cal through me.'

Moon considered that this exchange, though conducted in level tones, was really a kind of raging argument. He should give up, leave the room, close the door. There seemed no way forward. He would go to a new life and accept all that was offered to him. It would be the easiest course. He stood up. 'I'm sorry,' he said. 'I was wrong.' Even as he made his way across the room, which had suddenly transformed into a gigantic s.p.a.ce, he knew he hadn't made a fool of himself. That was perhaps the saddest part.

'Wait,' Tyson said.

Moon really hadn't expected that. He turned round, said nothing.

'I knew someone once,' Tyson said, 'someone not quite har, but certainly not human.'

Moon remained silent.

'Her name was Lileem,' Tyson continued. 'She made me see that I didn't have to be like Cal. For a long time, the strength she gave me changed everything, but she's been gone so long, I think I've forgotten it.'

Moon went to sit on the end of the bed. 'What happened to her?'

'It's a long story,' Tyson said. 'She's not in this world any more, but I don't think she's dead either. She's Kamagrian, like your father's sister, Mima.

'Why are you telling me this?'

'I don't know. I just thought of Lileem. I know what she'd say if she were here now, and yet I knew her so briefly, really. She'd tell me to go for it. Maybe she is here.' He put his hands against his face, his elbows resting on his raised knees through the blankets.

'Are you afraid of Terez?' Moon asked. 'Of what he might do to you?'

'I'm afraid of his disappointment in me,' Tyson said, through his fingers. 'I've won him. I've worked for his friends.h.i.+p. I've made him see me as I really am.'

Moon reached out and dragged Tyson's hands from his face. He leaned forward and kissed Tyson briefly on the mouth. 'I understand,' he said. 'Don't worry about it. There's no need. Maybe what I feel is l.u.s.t and maybe it's love, but whatever happens, you can't stop me feeling it. I love you enough to let you go. I love you enough to fight aruna's demands. I hope that means something to you.' He stood up. 'I'm leaving now. Don't stop me this time.'

Once the door was closed behind him and he stood in cold dark corridor Moon expected that he'd want to weep, but he felt strangely detached. He went back to his room and crawled into the bed. In the room on the other side of the wall, Terez and Raven were silent, perhaps curled up asleep in each other's arms.

Clarity is bitter, Moon thought. It tastes like gall.

He felt he had reached the longed-for place of maturity that he and Ember had once talked of. He was no longer a child in any way.

Chapter Eighteen.

By the time they reached Galhea, the last of the leaves were falling from the trees, and the horses trod upon a sodden, fading carpet of gold and bronze on every road. Rooks called from the high bare branches and the fields beyond the roads looked wide and empty.

Moon had not really been surprised to discover that Raven was now a changed har. Moon had never heard him sing before, but now Raven's deep honeyed voice carried them into the future. It was the theme music of their journey, and Moon would never forget it. Eventually, he'd look back fondly on that aspect of their travels. Raven and Terez sang continually, and seemed oblivious to any iciness in their companions. It seemed to Moon obscene that Raven should be so released, so happy, for Moon felt quite the opposite. He was brittle and offhand with Raven, even though it was clear Raven felt he should now take on the mantle of hostling, which Silken's death had left lying on the floor long ago to go mouldy: until now, Raven had simply walked across it every day without noticing it. Moon felt uncomfortable with this joyous stranger, because every gesture of affection or concern was coloured by Raven's own happiness. He couldn't really see that Moon was suffering, because in his bright new world there was no room for such things.

Moon did not speak to Tyson again, about any personal matter. In the morning after confronting Tyson, he'd woken from unrefres.h.i.+ng sleep filled with anger. Downstairs in the farmhouse, normality had been restored. Moon and his companions ate breakfast with a rowdy group of hara who told them they'd been celebrating somehar's feybraiha nearly all night at a nearby farm. While Raven and Terez chatted easily with their hosts, Tyson never spoke a word. He didn't even look up from his plate. Moon simmered with rage. He thought Tyson's piety was false. He'd put Terez first. His feelings for Moon could not be that deep. Despite this, it was clear that Tyson was not happy either.

After they'd left the farm to resume their journey, Moon could see the great effort Tyson put into being sociable with the others and he felt vengefully pleased about it. But whatever small gratifications Moon derived from Tyson's discomfort were eclipsed totally by what he had to endure himself. He had discovered aruna's savage side.

The spirit of this thing, which had absolutely no consideration for any living har, was vicious in its desire to be satisfied. It was a black hag gibbering at Moon's back every step of the way. It clawed his body, made him feel sick, gave him headaches. A more experienced har could have told Moon this was because he was young and aruna had only recently become a part of his life, and that part of growing up meant aruna was an itch that needed to be scratched fairly regularly. Denied, it got nasty. Terez or Raven could have told Moon this, but Moon was in such a state, and so envious of them, he couldn't go to them for help or advice. If he tried to relieve himself, the demanding spirit of aruna viewed it with contempt.

Think you can get rid of me that easily, fool? Think again.

Some hara might have been able to cope that way, but Moon was not one of them. He wondered whether he had to resign himself to the prospect of going mad. It didn't help that the object of his desire was so close to him physically, yet so distant. Eventually, as the days pa.s.sed, the need became so great that Moon knew he'd have to find somehar to be with the next time they visited a settlement. Unfortunately, that might not be for a couple of days. Moon was really afraid now that he couldn't last that long. The dark spirit was killing him. He could almost see it at night, a shadowy blue-black phantom at the corner of his vision, waiting with clawed hands to attack him. He could no longer sleep properly and his dreams, when he had them, intensified his frustration.

One night, as he lay awake, he realised he was not himself any more. He had a disease that was eating him away. He was afraid that he'd lose his mind completely and do something terrible, only to come to his senses with blood on his hands. The terror condensed in the small bivouac he occupied. The canvas pressed down on him, smothering his breath. Very soon, the dark spirit would take over, and then Moon would be lost.

Panicking, he fought from his sleeping bag and clawed his way out of the bivouac. He stumbled to where Raven and Terez were sleeping and scratched at the stiff tarry fabric that covered them. 'Raven, Raven...' He was nearly in tears.

After some moments, Raven opened the bivouac and uttering a sound of concern, took Moon in his arms. Moon gratefully collapsed against him, sobbing. 'You have to help me. You have to...'

'What's wrong?' Raven murmured, stroking his hair.

Later, Moon wouldn't remember exactly what he said, but he knew that in his desperation it was graphic. Terez had also come out of the bivouac by this time and both he and Raven listened to Moon's hysterical outpourings without comment. Moon was vaguely aware, on the edge of his perception, that Raven was faintly shocked. The expulsion of the words alone was something of a release and once he'd got it all out, Moon lay weeping against Raven's side.

'You should have said something before,' Raven said. He sighed. 'This is my fault. I should have noticed. I should have been caring for you, as Snake wanted me to.'

'I knew this would happen,' Terez said darkly. 'It's like a curse.'

'Neither of them gave in to it,' Raven said in a rather sharp tone. It was clear he and Terez had discussed the matter of Moon and Tyson.

Raven took Moon's head in his hands and made him look at him. 'I didn't teach you well, did I? I'm sorry. This is normal, Moon. It's just part of life. You fixed yourself on somehar and it didn't happen. This is the result.' He let go of Moon and said to Terez. 'Would you mind...?' He jerked his head in the direction of Moon's camping site.

Terez shook his head. 'Of course not.' He began to head to the place where Moon had tried to sleep.

'No,' Raven said. 'Go to Ty, Terez. I think you should.'

Terez nodded. He went off into the trees, to the spot where Tyson had pitched his bivouac, some distance from the others.

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