“Well, that takes care of that,” I
said shakily. I had hardly been able to breathe until then. I poured the last
of the holy water over the blemished spot. There were only a few drops left.
“Everybody okay?”
“No. No. Maggie’s not.” Tim walked
over slowly to the little pile of earth and grass that was all that remained of
her physical form. There were tears in his eyes. “She was my old friend, and I
just treated her like … like dirt.” He gave a sobbing laugh. “And even then,
she saved my life.” He wiped his nose on his sleeve and folded his hands as if
in prayer. “Maggie, I wish … I wish I could do something for the likes of you,
but I don’t know what …”
“Well, for a start, you can put my
head back on.”
Korm swiveled the flashlight in surprise in
the direction of the voice. The beam revealed the severed head of the little
mud girl, blinking and smiling in the sudden light, no worse for the wear,
apparently.
“What in the hell …” Kassie started,
then seemed to give it up in incomprehension. Maybe she had seen too many
miracles too quickly to be astounded anymore. She started to move dully,
dutifully over to the head.
“No,” Maggie said stubbornly. “It’s
got to be Timmy.”
The old friar walked with faltering
steps over to the head, and gingerly took it up off the floor. He looked like
Hamlet, contemplating Yorick’s skull in wonder. “But how?” he asked.
“I think you’ll find that the likes of
Maggie are very hard to kill,” I said with tired satisfaction. “After all, how
do you kill an idea? And that’s what she mostly is.”
Tim carried the head over very
carefully, as if he were afraid it was going to pop like a balloon, then set it
down hesitantly on the jumbled pile. The head seemed to draw it up like it was
being sucked through a straw, and the body took form as it touched the head.
And then Maggie stood there, as whole and frisky as she’d ever been, and the
first thing she did was jump into Timmy’s arms, and then for a wonder he was
hugging her back and smiling too.
Korm and Roth gathered around them,
slapping Tim’s back and laughing happily at his joy. As I watched them, I was
unexpectedly washed over by a wave of weariness, and the flask dropped with a
clang out of my hand. Kassie was at my side in an instant, and the girl grabbed
my arm and supported me until she could right a fallen chair and ease me down
into its grimy seat.
“Take it easy, Gramps,” she said
gruffly. “We don’t need any more deaths in here.”
“I’ll be alright,” I panted. “Just
tired. I’ve had a … a long day.”
She looked at the others furtively,
then lowered her voice intensely.
“Look, you seem to be in charge of
this circus. What’s the deal with those apemen and that girl-thing? And don’t
try to spin me some shit, because after what I seen today I know they
ain’t natural!”
“You are a most perspicacious young
lady,” I wheezed in amusement. The others had noticed me sitting and were
drawing near in concern. “To explain everything to you at the moment would take
longer than I would like to linger in this place.” I smiled up at the company.
“Perhaps it would be best if you thought of Roth and Korm here as, well, as
just another couple of fellas. If a little uglier than most.”
“Hey!” Korm bleated. Roth guffawed.
“As for Maggie.” I waved my hand. “We
all just imagined her.”
Kassie scowled, drawing her black
eyebrows down and pouting. Pouting most prettily, I thought. I could tell that
she thought of herself as mad, bad, and dangerous, but there was a regular
person under all that, that was looking for some kind of meaning. I reached for
my wallet.
“Look, I can see you’re a girl with a
lot of sand,” I said. I drew a card out from the inner folds. On it was printed
the address and number of the Bureau of Shadows. “If you want a lot of answers,
you contact these people and make a report. The card’s kind of old, but it
should still be good. Go on, take it. When you find out about the Bureau, you
might even want to join it. I’d say you’ve got all the qualifications.”
She looked at it, puzzled.
“The DEA?”
“And not the one you’re thinking
about, either.” I slapped my hands to my knees, bracing myself. “Oh, you might
have heard my name bandied about a bit while we had this little fracas. I’d
appreciate it if you didn’t mention it. You can just call me … Grampa.” I rose
creaking to my knees. “Okay, boys, gather your stuff, we got to roll.”
“I’d like to say a few prayers here
and there as a precaution,” Tim said, and hurried off into the corners, Maggie
at his side. Roth went in search of his sword with the aid of Korm and his
flashlight. As I picked up my flask, I noticed Kassie was looking down with
stricken eyes at the outlined spot on the floor. It was scuffled with new
footprints, tape half torn away, and the withered bouquet was nowhere to be
seen.
“You know,” I said gently, “Somebody
really ought to clean up this place, maybe even see about re-opening it. The
only real antidote to darkness is light.”
“I don’t know about that,” she said
fiercely. “This is the only place I can be alone and remember. I come out here to think about heavy
shit when life gets too much. Heavy shit is real.” She waved her hand
dismissively. “Happy stuff just goes flo-o-oating away.”
I shook my head.
“The happy stuff weighs just as much as the heavy shit. But
the heavy shit insists on itself, dragging us back; the happy stuff kisses us
as it goes flying by, urging us forward.” She looked unconvinced. “If the world
was just bad, how do you explain the happy stuff, and why do our instincts call
when things go right ‘normal’? Why would we call bad stuff ‘bad’, if it were
the only kind of stuff in the world?”
“I dunno. Maybe we’re stupid like that.”
“Think about it.”
She shrugged. She lifted up the card again and squinted at
it. I could tell I had handed her a mystery. I hoped it might lead her out into
a larger world. I wished it might. One of the reasons I had gone off the radar
of the Bureau was that I felt in my bones that there was a big shake up coming,
and I wasn’t exactly sure at my age how I’d come out of that storm. But
something about how Kassie had handled herself made me think she might have the
pluck they needed.
Meanwhile, it was high time we headed out of there before
we drew any unwanted attention. Masks had been found and adjusted. We all
trooped out after Kassie made sure the coast was clear, and she fixed the lock
and chain up again. The last I saw of her was her leaning over the porch
railing, looking out after us, the late afternoon sun picking out the gold in
her hair into a blazing aureole.
Notes
Bob has indeed had a long day; a day that has been
prolonged for over three centuries. He treats Kassie with an old-fashioned
deference, the sort of deference that is often mistaken these days for condescension.
But he recognizes her strength and suffering; he talks about her ‘sand,’ a term
that we might be more familiar with as ‘grit,’ or even ‘true grit.’ Kassie is
largely based on one young lady I know, and a little bit on my mother, as I
imagine she must have been when she was young.
Bob’s premonition of ‘a big shake up’ was a bit of
ground-laying for a story I was working on, an entire novel in fact, that was
hinted at in The Day Delphine Disappeared (see elsewhere in the blog).
It has not, as of this time, coalesced.
Almost at the end now; only one more section to tie
everything up, and this ‘crossover event’ comes to a conclusion as it began, as
a Friday Fiction. Hopefully I will start the LOTR posts again next Monday and
have a new section of Thrand ready to go on Friday. That’s the plan
right now, anyway.
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