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<strong>Alberto</strong> <strong>Guaita</strong> <strong>Tello</strong><br />
THE EYES<br />
OF THE SEA<br />
(Twins <strong>of</strong> Telluria, Book I)<br />
Translation from the original Spanish<br />
by Dorothy J. Herrick
Original title: Los ojos del mar.<br />
<strong>The</strong> writing <strong>of</strong> this book was completed in Cantabria, Spain,<br />
on February 22, 2014.<br />
<strong>The</strong> translation from Spanish to English was completed<br />
on September 5, 2016.<br />
© 2016 <strong>Alberto</strong> <strong>Guaita</strong> <strong>Tello</strong><br />
All rights reserved.<br />
ISBN-13: 978-1539916017<br />
Registered in the Spanish RGPI<br />
on May 5, 2014. (Registry no. 00/2014/2370)<br />
Cover art: Alexia Jorques
ABOUT THE AUTHOR<br />
<strong>Alberto</strong> <strong>Guaita</strong> <strong>Tello</strong> was born in 1976, in Zaragoza, Spain. He spent his<br />
first seven years, which he remembers as “gray but happy,” in the cities <strong>of</strong><br />
Madrid and Calahorra. <strong>The</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> his childhood and his early teens were<br />
spent in Cameroon, at the missions his parents administered in that<br />
country.<br />
Together with his brothers and sister, <strong>Alberto</strong> experienced complete<br />
cultural immersion in Africa, and enjoyed endless hours <strong>of</strong> listening to<br />
stories and legends. He soon began to invent his own tales to share in the<br />
storytelling sessions, which usually occurred around an open bonfire<br />
somewhere in the jungle. For him, those were “years <strong>of</strong> happiness,<br />
freedom, and adventure.”<br />
Today, <strong>Alberto</strong> and his wife live in a country cottage in the highlands <strong>of</strong><br />
Cantabria, in Northern Spain. He is currently writing the second volume <strong>of</strong><br />
Twins <strong>of</strong> Telluria and preparing a collection <strong>of</strong> children’s stories, Tales<br />
<strong>of</strong> the Forest <strong>of</strong> Zamina, for publication.
DEDICATION<br />
To Africa, the first place I ever really felt at home.<br />
To my wife and my father, who corrected my text with infinite patience. If<br />
they hadn’t believed in me, I would still be writing only in my imagination.<br />
To my manuscript reviewers; you know who you are.<br />
To Dorothy Herrick, my translator, who has made it possible to share my<br />
story around many more bonfires than ever before.<br />
And especially to you, my readers, because you have decided to dive in with<br />
me among these paper waves.
CONTENTS<br />
Prologue: Bitterwater 1<br />
Chapter 1: Mama Simone and Fanya 20<br />
Chapter 2: Malaam 40<br />
Chapter 3: Fanya 65<br />
Chapter 4: <strong>The</strong> White Van 74<br />
Chapter 5: Ciel 81<br />
Chapter 6: Man Kenguele 92<br />
Chapter 7: Etienne 123<br />
Chapter 8: Bilal the Great 136<br />
Chapter 9: Awale 148<br />
Chapter 10: <strong>The</strong> Grand Titanic 160<br />
Chapter 11: Iron Atoll 171<br />
Chapter 12: Ciel and Maalam 206<br />
Chapter 13: <strong>Sea</strong>rching for Patrick 215<br />
Chapter 14: <strong>The</strong> Barracuda King 239<br />
Chapter 15: Sharduk and Fanya 249<br />
Chapter 16: Market Day 255<br />
Chapter 17: Malaam and Bilal 271<br />
Chapter 18: <strong>The</strong> Crossover 284<br />
Epilogue: <strong>The</strong> Message <strong>of</strong> the Dragonfly 301
BY THE WAY…<br />
Although parts <strong>of</strong> this story are based on fact, it all takes place in a parallel,<br />
imaginary version <strong>of</strong> our world. Any possible similarities to real personal<br />
names, brand names, or place names should be understood as mere<br />
coincidences.
<strong>Alberto</strong> <strong>Guaita</strong> <strong>Tello</strong><br />
Prologue<br />
Bitterwater<br />
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Little Mekú had been walking through the forest for nearly<br />
an hour when she reached the Hugging Tree.<br />
She had been following her firefly friend ever since she had<br />
opened her left eye and saw it hovering there, a palm’s breadth<br />
from her face. And so, with just her left eye open, the threeyear-old<br />
had climbed down from the rough cot that her parents<br />
had built for her next to their own, in order to watch her more<br />
closely at night, and had followed her friend into the jungle.<br />
Sometimes her mother, Ekoume, would tie a strand <strong>of</strong> fine<br />
twine to her little wrist, in case she woke up and tried to walk<br />
out into the darkness <strong>of</strong> the night all alone.<br />
Her parents’ hut, built <strong>of</strong> adobe and straw, had but a single<br />
room and an outdoor kitchen, as did most <strong>of</strong> the homes in the<br />
little village lying on the shores <strong>of</strong> Bitterwater. <strong>The</strong> hut was<br />
situated at the end <strong>of</strong> the village farthest from the lake, as was<br />
appropriate for families <strong>of</strong> hunters such as her father, M’some.<br />
Ekoume was <strong>of</strong>ten troubled by terrible nightmares because<br />
<strong>of</strong> the strange habit <strong>of</strong> sleepwalking that her little one had<br />
acquired after a round <strong>of</strong> nasty fevers. In these nightmares,<br />
Ekoume always saw herself trying to run towards the lake,<br />
which was actually home to only a couple <strong>of</strong> species <strong>of</strong> catfish<br />
and an occasional hippo that stopped to rest there, but which in<br />
her dreams was full <strong>of</strong> crocodiles and mamiwatas with green hair,<br />
fishhook-shaped teeth, and emerald eyes.<br />
No matter how hard she tried to hurry forward, Ekoume<br />
could hardly lift her feet <strong>of</strong>f the ground, while her baby girl<br />
toddled closer and closer to the water. She had even dreamed at<br />
times that a gigantic hippopotamus had swallowed her baby<br />
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whole; then she would force the animal to open its jaws and<br />
would rescue her little one, safe and sound.<br />
But so many weeks had gone by now since Mekú had<br />
suffered an episode <strong>of</strong> sleepwalking that her mother decided not<br />
to tie the twine around her wrist any more. <strong>The</strong> little girl had<br />
climbed out <strong>of</strong> bed without making a sound, with the stealth<br />
that comes so naturally to a child who is bent on mischief.<br />
Not even Dog had awakened. He always slept across the<br />
threshold <strong>of</strong> the doorway, which was <strong>cover</strong>ed only by a crude<br />
curtain made <strong>of</strong> pieces <strong>of</strong> hides <strong>of</strong> antelope, baboons, and tree<br />
rats. Mekú had barely brushed Dog´s fur with one little bare<br />
foot as she passed.<br />
<strong>The</strong> toddler had wandered away from her parents’ hut,<br />
oblivious to everything around her except the sparkling halo <strong>of</strong><br />
green light that her firefly friend emitted, outlining the<br />
silhouettes <strong>of</strong> the bushes and tugging at the harsh shadows <strong>of</strong><br />
the trees. She hardly heard the s<strong>of</strong>t rustle <strong>of</strong> the dry leaves<br />
underfoot nor smelled the sweet, omnipresent aroma <strong>of</strong><br />
overripe fruit that wafted up from the ground at every step,<br />
taking her deeper and deeper into the night.<br />
As she entered farther into the black denseness <strong>of</strong> the<br />
jungle, the darkness slowly began to dissipate, giving way to an<br />
aura <strong>of</strong> bioluminescence. At first dozens, then hundreds, and<br />
finally myriads <strong>of</strong> fireflies appeared along the pathway, all<br />
traveling towards the same objective.<br />
In spite <strong>of</strong> the innumerable tiny, twinkling, star-like lights<br />
that accompanied her on her way, Mekú never lost sight <strong>of</strong> the<br />
one that was leading her.<br />
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<strong>The</strong> heat <strong>of</strong> the day had been suffocating, and Bitterwater<br />
stank even more than usual.<br />
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Every time his sense <strong>of</strong> smell became accustomed to the<br />
stench, the lake would surprise M’some with yet another <strong>of</strong> its<br />
infinite variety <strong>of</strong> pestilent odors. On those days he was happier<br />
than ever that he was a hunter instead <strong>of</strong> a fisherman or <strong>of</strong><br />
being in charge <strong>of</strong> one <strong>of</strong> the little gardens that some <strong>of</strong> his<br />
neighbors grew near the water’s edge.<br />
Today, the hunting had not been too bad; one <strong>of</strong> his snares<br />
had captured an enormous porcupine, and a small gazelle had<br />
fallen into another. But a civet cat had found the gazelle before<br />
he had, and there was not much left that he could use.<br />
Back at the village, M’some spent a couple <strong>of</strong> hours playing<br />
awale with some neighbors and had even won two games, so he<br />
had a couple <strong>of</strong> extra cups <strong>of</strong> salt to take home with him.<br />
But in spite <strong>of</strong> the weariness that came with his hunting<br />
activities, he could hardly ever sleep the whole night through.<br />
Memories returned to him in the form <strong>of</strong> nightmares nearly<br />
every night.<br />
<strong>The</strong> dreams always began the same way, with the smell <strong>of</strong><br />
burnt flesh. Flames licked the corpses <strong>of</strong> the inhabitants <strong>of</strong> a<br />
distant village, which were piled in a great heap in front <strong>of</strong> the<br />
home <strong>of</strong> the tribal chief, the lamidó, as a punishment for<br />
supposedly helping the northern separatists—who remained<br />
faithful to the former president, now ousted from his position.<br />
What M’some had thought would be a great honor serving<br />
in the glorious Cameroonian army as a scout had turned into a<br />
horror <strong>of</strong> fire and blood as soon as the purges in the north<br />
began.<br />
<strong>The</strong> captain in charge <strong>of</strong> his squadron was a distant cousin<br />
<strong>of</strong> the current president, as were most <strong>of</strong> the <strong>of</strong>ficials, as a<br />
matter <strong>of</strong> fact. <strong>The</strong> <strong>of</strong>ficial’s greatest virtue was that he enjoyed<br />
fulfilling his duty, which apparently was to unmercifully kill<br />
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anyone who maintained any type <strong>of</strong> direct or indirect contact<br />
with the terrorist separatists in the north.<br />
M’some had signed up as a volunteer to defend his country<br />
from the terrible threat <strong>of</strong> secession after hearing a speech by<br />
the parish priest from a nearby village. He would sometimes go<br />
there on Sundays to sell meat and skins from his hunting, and<br />
he had heard the priest exhorting the young men to help the<br />
President, Defender <strong>of</strong> Christianity, protect the country from<br />
the Muslim demons in the north.<br />
While he himself was still an animist, as was all <strong>of</strong> his<br />
family, M’some was also Catholic, and he would probably<br />
embrace yet other faiths before he became an old man.<br />
Everyone knew that when it came to being protected from evil,<br />
there were never too many gods and spirits.<br />
One morning he came across the trail <strong>of</strong> a detachment <strong>of</strong><br />
rebels who were hiding in Chad but would cross over the border<br />
at night to restock their supplies in a little village where it<br />
appeared some <strong>of</strong> them had relatives. When M’some informed<br />
the captain <strong>of</strong> his find, their battalion was ordered to move<br />
towards the village immediately, the troops crowded into their<br />
two transport vehicles as though they were cattle and the<br />
<strong>of</strong>ficials in their Jeep. <strong>The</strong>y were all armed with old Sterling<br />
submachine guns—purchased second-hand from the army <strong>of</strong><br />
Her Gracious Majesty, Queen <strong>of</strong> England—and with machetes.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y never found the militiamen, but the captain decided<br />
to teach the locals a lesson, so he ordered his men to execute<br />
the entire village, everyone except the lamidó, who shouted<br />
curses at them until they solved that problem with the blow <strong>of</strong> a<br />
rifle butt to his face, leaving him unconscious. <strong>The</strong> old chief ’s<br />
life was thus spared so he could give testimony <strong>of</strong> what had<br />
happened. No one would laugh at the glorious Cameroonian<br />
army by aiding the “terrorists” and get away with it, if they<br />
could help it.<br />
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To say that it was a slaughter does not even come close to<br />
describing what followed. Some villagers ran, trying to escape,<br />
while others knelt and begged for their lives, to no avail.<br />
Meanwhile the captain leaned on the hood <strong>of</strong> the Jeep with<br />
his sniper’s rifle in hand, laughing like a maniac while he took<br />
deadly shots from the shade <strong>of</strong> the baobab tree where his<br />
sergeant had parked the vehicle. He even shot a couple <strong>of</strong> his<br />
own men who showed signs <strong>of</strong> reluctance in fulfilling their duty.<br />
<strong>The</strong> cadavers were being piled up in front <strong>of</strong> the largest hut<br />
in the village when M’some saw a civilian vehicle approaching<br />
the checkpoint he and two other soldiers were manning. It was a<br />
Renault 18 with a large bumper shield built onto the front,<br />
<strong>cover</strong>ed with dust and occupied by two men. When the car<br />
reached the checkpoint, the soldiers ordered the men to stop<br />
and get out <strong>of</strong> the car.<br />
<strong>The</strong> driver was white; he was thin but wiry, with a heavy<br />
beard and hair so black that it almost looked blue. He was<br />
wearing a blue-plaid shirt, khaki pants, and sturdy jungle boots.<br />
<strong>The</strong> eyes that looked out through his simple eyeglasses did not<br />
show the least bit <strong>of</strong> fear; his gaze was that <strong>of</strong> a high-ranking<br />
<strong>of</strong>ficer or a leader <strong>of</strong> some kind.<br />
“You can’t go through here! Where are you headed?”<br />
M’some demanded.<br />
<strong>The</strong> passenger who accompanied the driver did not manage<br />
to say a word and appeared to be wetting his pants as he stood<br />
there.<br />
“We’ve come from the hospital in Koza, and I’m headed to<br />
one <strong>of</strong> the hospitals in Chad that I’m also responsible for. My<br />
name is Dr. Robert Lagarde,” said the driver.<br />
“No one is allowed through here now; it’s an order.”<br />
“And when do you expect that order to be lifted? We need<br />
to get through to the other hospitals.” His voice was energetic<br />
and compelling. It seemed that the fact that three soldiers were<br />
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aiming their submachine guns at him did not impress him very<br />
much at all.<br />
<strong>The</strong> captain had noticed the arrival <strong>of</strong> the vehicle and was<br />
observing the scene through the sight <strong>of</strong> his rifle.<br />
“Who is that white pig?” he growled at his sergeant. “Go<br />
see if he’s an idiot journalist or something like that. If he is, I’ll<br />
shoot him myself. I’ve never killed a whitey, and I want to see if<br />
they scream the same as everyone else.”<br />
“Yes, Sir!” replied the sergeant, starting <strong>of</strong>f toward the<br />
checkpoint.<br />
Meanwhile the man in the plaid shirt did not relent in his<br />
insistence on continuing down the road.<br />
“Come now, we’re civilians, and we only want to take some<br />
medical supplies to a hospital that’s a couple <strong>of</strong> hours from<br />
here. . .”<br />
“What the devil is going on here?” queried the sergeant,<br />
arriving on the scene.<br />
“Nothing, Sir! This white man wants to continue on across<br />
the border.”<br />
“Show me his documents!”<br />
M’some handed them over to the sergeant, who glanced at<br />
them briefly.<br />
“Turn around immediately and leave!” he commanded the<br />
driver. “<strong>The</strong>re is nothing to see here. Give us those supplies<br />
first, though; we don’t want them to fall into the hands <strong>of</strong> the<br />
rebels.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> captain was waiting for the signal from the sergeant<br />
with his sight fixed on the white man’s back. If he shot him in<br />
the head, he would die much too quickly, and that took all the<br />
fun away.<br />
“If I give you the supplies, we won’t be able to take them to<br />
the hospital. <strong>The</strong>y need the supplies there badly. We’ve heard<br />
that they have a lot <strong>of</strong> people coming in with gunshot wounds.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> wry comment did not seem funny at all to the sergeant.<br />
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Another soldier started pulling the supplies out <strong>of</strong> the car.<br />
<strong>The</strong> driver’s companion had completely emptied his bladder<br />
onto himself by now.<br />
“Now get out <strong>of</strong> here, Doctor, and be grateful that we<br />
aren’t accusing you <strong>of</strong> taking supplies to the rebels.”<br />
“All right, we’ll turn around. Just one more thing—we<br />
thought we heard a shot or two. If there is anyone who is<br />
wounded I can take them back to Koza.”<br />
Just then someone lit the pyre <strong>of</strong> bodies soaked in gasoline.<br />
A few screams were heard, quickly silenced by short bursts <strong>of</strong> a<br />
7.62. <strong>The</strong> sounds made the captain smile, and for a moment he<br />
forgot about the white pig.<br />
“Don’t you want us to take any wounded with us,<br />
Sergeant?”<br />
<strong>The</strong> air filled with the acrid smell <strong>of</strong> burnt flesh, burnt<br />
clothing, and burnt hair.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re are no wounded here, Doctor, not today.”<br />
Neither the doctor nor M’some would ever forget that<br />
sentence.<br />
Dr. Lagarde realized with horrible certainty that what the<br />
sergeant was saying was as true and real as the column <strong>of</strong><br />
smoke that was rising from the center <strong>of</strong> the village, and he<br />
turned to leave. He wasn’t going to be able to help. It was as<br />
simple as it was terrifying—there was no one left to help.<br />
His companion could not stop shaking; the car smelled <strong>of</strong><br />
urine all the way back to Koza.<br />
When the hypnotic dance <strong>of</strong> the flames died down, giving<br />
way only to black smoke, the captain thought <strong>of</strong> the bearded<br />
white man once more. <strong>The</strong> cloud <strong>of</strong> dust rising up behind his<br />
vehicle in the distance already made it impossible to get in a<br />
good shot. For a moment he considered following him to kill<br />
him, but the sun was beginning to set, and the smell <strong>of</strong> roasted<br />
flesh, together with the pleasant sense <strong>of</strong> fulfilled duty, had<br />
made him hungry.<br />
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4<br />
<strong>The</strong> nightmare woke M’some as it had so many other<br />
nights. His wife, Ekoume slept soundly at his side. <strong>The</strong>y had<br />
known each other since they were both children, when they had<br />
played “building huts” together in the mud by the lake. She was<br />
a good woman; he had married her the year he got out <strong>of</strong> the<br />
army, after learning that she was pregnant with his child.<br />
He felt an urgent need to go out to relieve himself, so he<br />
got up, lit the oil lamp, and headed out the door. For some<br />
reason, the lamplight was dimmer than usual; perhaps the new<br />
wicks he had bought were defective.<br />
When he had finished, he stopped briefly to drink the rest<br />
<strong>of</strong> the watery palm wine that was left over from his simple<br />
supper <strong>of</strong> fish rubbed with black spices, and headed back to<br />
bed. Dog gave him a lazy glance out <strong>of</strong> the corner <strong>of</strong> his eye<br />
and curled up tighter as he walked past.<br />
When he entered the hut, M’some suddenly knew that<br />
something was wrong, very wrong. Ekoume was still sleeping,<br />
but Mekú was not on her cot!<br />
“Ekoume! Ekoume!”<br />
“Mmmmm, what’s the matter? What’s wrong? Are you<br />
okay?”<br />
“Mekú is gone!”<br />
“Oh, gods! Not again!”<br />
Ekoume quickly stepped into her sandals, and M’some<br />
pulled on the old army boots he had kept from his days as a<br />
scout, mended and patched a thousand times. He grabbed the<br />
tin lantern so they would have some kind <strong>of</strong> light besides the oil<br />
lamp. <strong>The</strong>y also took their machetes, and as they left they woke<br />
Dog so he would go with them.<br />
“Do you think she headed towards the lake?” Worry<br />
drenched every syllable that Ekoume spoke.<br />
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“No. . .wait. . .the footprints are heading south, towards the<br />
woods. Dog, find!”<br />
Dog sniffed the footprints and took <strong>of</strong>f running towards<br />
the jungle, barking. M’some was afraid one <strong>of</strong> their neighbors<br />
might wake up; they had tried so hard to keep the maladies <strong>of</strong><br />
their daughter a secret.<br />
Fortunately the trail was clear and recent; as a hunter, he<br />
had no problem following it, nor did Dog. What worried him<br />
most was that Mekú might stumble into one <strong>of</strong> the traps that he<br />
had set in this area.<br />
As soon as they were far enough from the village, they both<br />
began to call out to their daughter as loudly as they could.<br />
Besides, making noise would scare away most <strong>of</strong> the predators.<br />
After some time, the Chinese-made batteries in the<br />
Chinese-made lantern began to show signs <strong>of</strong> weakness, but the<br />
oil lamp mysteriously seemed to burn much brighter here than it<br />
had at home in their hut.<br />
A firefly flew past them, followed by several more.<br />
“It seems like they are following the same trail we are.”<br />
“M’some, there is no moon tonight. . ., but. . . Ah, Zambe<br />
wuo!!! Do you see that light?”<br />
“What the dev. . . ?”<br />
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<strong>The</strong>y had reached the last row <strong>of</strong> trees that bordered the<br />
clearing around the Hugging Tree and the enormous boulder,<br />
more than a dozen cubits high, which had been held prisoner<br />
for centuries by its tangled roots, as thick as a man’s body. An<br />
adult could climb up to the top <strong>of</strong> the boulder with the help <strong>of</strong><br />
those roots, though it would be with some difficulty.<br />
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<strong>The</strong> top surface <strong>of</strong> the rock was flat, and large enough to<br />
hold two huts. <strong>The</strong>re was a little spring <strong>of</strong> water at the foot <strong>of</strong><br />
it, on the far side <strong>of</strong> the age-old rubber tree.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sight that had frightened his wife and left the former<br />
soldier speechless halfway through his sentence was enough to<br />
take away anyone’s breath. An army made up <strong>of</strong> thousands <strong>of</strong><br />
fireflies danced like an aurora borealis around the leafy branches<br />
<strong>of</strong> the tree that stood in the middle <strong>of</strong> the clearing. Everything<br />
was lit up by the living, green, glowing shape. <strong>The</strong> buzzing was<br />
s<strong>of</strong>t, penetrating, and persistent.<br />
For every dozen or so <strong>of</strong> the blinking star-like creatures<br />
there were one or two wingless females perched on the<br />
branches and on each leaf, <strong>cover</strong>ing the tree almost completely.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y created the sensation that the entire tree was lit up by<br />
synchronized waves <strong>of</strong> a slightly bluer light than that <strong>of</strong> the<br />
males.<br />
<strong>The</strong>se creatures had been somehow attracted to this<br />
particular point in the jungle, and they flew in a luminous mass,<br />
creating formations <strong>of</strong> an infinite, fractal complexity, flying into<br />
each other—not to destroy their formations, but to reorganize<br />
themselves into new groups, which became larger and larger,<br />
then quickly separated and rejoined again, over and over, in a<br />
frenetic dance.<br />
Dog fled in the opposite direction from the clearing and its<br />
vibrant lights, running as fast as he could.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y took a deep breath. M’some wrapped his muscled<br />
armed around Ekoume’s shoulders. In spite <strong>of</strong> the reverent awe<br />
that they felt and their sudden, crystal-clear recollection <strong>of</strong><br />
every story <strong>of</strong> jungle spirits they had ever heard around the<br />
bonfire when they were children, they stepped out from among<br />
the trees.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y were completely bathed in the light that filled the<br />
clearing and in the sound <strong>of</strong> the beating <strong>of</strong> thousands <strong>of</strong> tiny<br />
wings.<br />
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“<strong>The</strong> footprints end several paces before reaching the<br />
boulder. How the devil could she have climbed up?”<br />
“<strong>The</strong> fairies must have lifted her.”<br />
“Ekoume, that’s impossible.”<br />
“What does it matter now? Let’s bring her down!”<br />
“Okay, I’ll climb up behind you, in case you need me to<br />
boost you.”<br />
“You know good and well that I can climb better than you,<br />
and always could, since we were children!”<br />
Ekoume slipped <strong>of</strong>f her sandals, and with the agility <strong>of</strong> a<br />
panther, she made her way to the top <strong>of</strong> the boulder in a matter<br />
<strong>of</strong> seconds, followed a moment later by her husband, who<br />
found it more difficult to climb in his old army boots.<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir daughter was sitting peacefully on top <strong>of</strong> the rock,<br />
looking upward with her left eye wide open and her right eye<br />
moving rapidly beneath her closed eyelid. She was laughing and<br />
clapping, enjoying the spectacle that frightened her parents so,<br />
as only a child can. She had one firefly sitting on her right<br />
shoulder, and it seemed to give <strong>of</strong>f quite a bit more light than<br />
its numerous companions.<br />
“Mekú! Mekú!”<br />
“What are you doing, Husband? You know that we mustn’t<br />
wake her when she’s in this state.”<br />
“We should pick her up carefully and carry her home.”<br />
“Don’t even think <strong>of</strong> it; we will wait. Light a fire.”<br />
Ekoume sat down close beside her baby girl, who was still<br />
laughing from time to time, not missing a second <strong>of</strong> the<br />
spectacle that was taking place around her.<br />
Suddenly the little light that was sitting on Mekú’s shoulder<br />
flew up to hover just in front <strong>of</strong> Ekoume’s eyes, and its glow<br />
pulsed s<strong>of</strong>tly, passing through a series <strong>of</strong> all the blues and<br />
greens on the Creator’s palette.<br />
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“M’some, I think it’s trying to talk to us.”<br />
“That’s not possible; it’s just a glow-bug. I’m going down to<br />
get some firewood. <strong>The</strong>re isn’t enough up here to last through<br />
the night.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> firefly stopped him by flying directly in front <strong>of</strong> his<br />
face.<br />
“Crazy bug!” He tried to swat it away several times, but it<br />
seemed to anticipate each <strong>of</strong> his movements.<br />
“Stop it! I think that it doesn’t want you to climb down.”<br />
“Why on earth not? Wait. . .! Do you hear that?”<br />
7<br />
It all happened very quickly.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was an explosion <strong>of</strong> light in the Hugging Tree when<br />
all <strong>of</strong> the fireflies except the one that was flying around Mekú<br />
decided suddenly and all at once to fly away from the tree in<br />
every direction. <strong>The</strong> females <strong>cover</strong>ing the branches and leaves<br />
were suddenly gone.<br />
<strong>The</strong> universe turned dense and dark. Silence filled the night<br />
as the light disappeared completely, and a few seconds later it<br />
was broken by the whisper <strong>of</strong> hundreds <strong>of</strong> bird wings. Mekú lay<br />
down on the rock and curled into a ball, deeply asleep, both<br />
eyes closed at last.<br />
<strong>With</strong> a fear that penetrated clear into the marrow <strong>of</strong> their<br />
bones, her mother and father reached out to embrace her and<br />
protect her, forming a trembling wall between their daughter<br />
and the darkness, which was absolute now except for the feeble<br />
light <strong>of</strong> their oil lamp.<br />
“What is happening?”<br />
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen anything like this; the birds<br />
act like something is after them, flying in silence that way. Listen<br />
—I can hear other animals running, as well!” He crawled<br />
towards the edge <strong>of</strong> the rock.<br />
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When one fear fills you, sometimes there is no room for<br />
others that follow, so what he saw when he lit the tin lantern<br />
could not frighten him any further.<br />
It looked as though the black rock they were sitting on was<br />
a ship whose keel was opening its way among a fast-running<br />
river <strong>of</strong> animals: antelope, wild dogs, porcupines, an elephant<br />
smashing branches and small trees as it went, baboons jumping<br />
from branch to branch as though they had gone mad, a panther,<br />
dozens <strong>of</strong> snakes, and insects <strong>of</strong> all kinds. All <strong>of</strong> them were<br />
running, jumping, crawling, or flying as though fleeing from<br />
death or from the very devils.<br />
M’some even thought he caught a glimpse <strong>of</strong> Dog<br />
overtaking a wild-eyed goat.<br />
“I think I know now why the firefly wouldn’t let me climb<br />
down; the stampede would have run me over.”<br />
“It saved your life, then. Come back to us, and make a fire<br />
with what we have, at least.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> flow <strong>of</strong> animals at the foot <strong>of</strong> the rock slowly<br />
diminished, and those that were still passing by seemed to give it<br />
a wide berth.<br />
Just as he bent down to pick up the few dried branches that<br />
lay on top <strong>of</strong> the rock, M’some felt a violent tremor that shook<br />
everything and knocked him <strong>of</strong>f <strong>of</strong> his feet. Fortunately he was<br />
no longer at the edge, or he would certainly have fallen.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was a strange, unnatural sound, some sort <strong>of</strong> a dull<br />
gurgling, as if something enormous was rising up from the<br />
entrails <strong>of</strong> the very earth, causing it to groan in agony.<br />
“M’some! What was that?”<br />
“Gods! It sounds like the end <strong>of</strong> the world that the white<br />
men talk about.”<br />
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8<br />
“We’ll spend the night here. <strong>The</strong>re are too many animals<br />
out there, and they have all gone mad,” M’some mumbled, as he<br />
started to light the little fire with some <strong>of</strong> the oil from the lamp.<br />
“Mekú is still asleep. She must be dreaming something she<br />
likes—she’s smiling.”<br />
“At least one <strong>of</strong> us isn’t scared to death. Try to sleep if you<br />
can; I’ll keep watch.”<br />
It was an unusually cold night. It was as though something<br />
had sucked out all the warmth that the sun had been sharing<br />
with the earth, even to excess, the day before. M’some didn’t<br />
hear a single sound the whole night; even the wind that usually<br />
rustled through the trees seemed to have died.<br />
At some point the last firefly, his daughter’s little friend,<br />
flew up by his face once more, as if to say good-bye; then it just<br />
vanished, rather than flying away, right before his eyes.<br />
Life was certainly strange at times, he reflected, and he<br />
didn't know what story he would tell the next morning when<br />
they returned to the village. No one would believe them, not<br />
even the marabout. He decided it would be best to keep the truth<br />
to themselves.<br />
Ekoume finally fell asleep.<br />
At first M’some had cursed to himself when he learned that<br />
she was pregnant by him. He even considered leaving the<br />
village, but now he was glad he hadn’t. She was hard-working,<br />
funny, a terrible cook, and she always came to him when it was<br />
time to lie down in their bed at night, even when she was tired.<br />
He figured that it would not be long until they had another<br />
child. Ekoume was a true blessing that one <strong>of</strong> the many gods<br />
that he prayed to had bestowed upon him. She always managed<br />
to calm him when he woke up shouting in the middle <strong>of</strong> the<br />
night because <strong>of</strong> the nightmares. It even seemed like the terrors<br />
came less frequently now.<br />
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He could find no way to explain what had happened<br />
tonight; he had never heard <strong>of</strong> such things.<br />
While he was submerged in these thoughts, the first rays <strong>of</strong><br />
sunlight began to filter through the trees, and he decided to<br />
wake Ekoume.<br />
“Hey, girl, it’s daybreak,” he said as he gently shook her<br />
shoulder.<br />
“Have you been awake all night?”<br />
“I’m a pretty good soldier, aren’t I, my General?” he<br />
laughed.<br />
“You’re silly, M’some,” she replied, giving him one <strong>of</strong> her<br />
precious smiles. She looked over at their little one. “Mekú!<br />
You’re awake!”<br />
“Hi, Mama! I’m hungry!”<br />
“Do you know what a scare you gave Baba and me?” She<br />
embraced the girl tenderly.<br />
“What are we doing up here?” asked Mekú, looking around<br />
in bewilderment.<br />
“She doesn’t remember anything, Ekoume. Let’s get back<br />
home before anyone starts wondering where we are.”<br />
9<br />
For some reason return trips always seem shorter—<br />
especially when in spite <strong>of</strong> everything, you are happy to return,<br />
instead <strong>of</strong> being upset about leaving.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y didn’t cross paths with any animals on the way back,<br />
but the vegetation seemed to droop more and more as they got<br />
closer to the village. <strong>The</strong> happiness to be returning home with<br />
their daughter safely in their arms began to diminish when they<br />
started finding animal carcasses among the wilting brush.<br />
“Gods, it is as if everything’s been poisoned. What could<br />
have killed <strong>of</strong>f all these plants and animals so quickly?”<br />
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“And why are we finding dead animals, if until a bit ago we<br />
hadn’t seen any at all, dead or alive?”<br />
“All <strong>of</strong> the ones that we are finding—look at that armadillo<br />
over there, and this big lizard over here—they all seem to be<br />
old. It’s as though they weren’t able to run away fast enough<br />
from whatever it was. Listen, I know you want to go home, but<br />
it seems like we are walking into Hell itself. Everything stinks <strong>of</strong><br />
death. Go back to the rock, and I will go on by myself.”<br />
“Please be very careful.”<br />
“I will. Go on back, please, and if I don’t return. . .”<br />
“Don’t say that!”<br />
“. . .if I don’t return you know where the road is, just a little<br />
ways from the rock. Go to Nkobeze, where my cousins live.”<br />
“But come back to me! Whatever you do, come back to me!<br />
Look, maybe I should go directly to your cousins’ village.”<br />
M’some could only nod his agreement, and he turned on his<br />
heel to continue towards their home.<br />
Ekoume’s expression was very solemn. She couldn’t seem<br />
to shake <strong>of</strong>f even a bit <strong>of</strong> the fear that filled her soul.<br />
“Come, Mekú, we are going to visit Aunt Corine.”<br />
10<br />
As M’some drew closer to their village, the idea that a<br />
horrible curse had fallen over the whole area grew in his mind.<br />
He himself had certainly committed acts that were sufficiently<br />
evil (or not—after all, he had only been following orders) to end<br />
up being cursed, and yet life had been smiling on him ever since<br />
he had come back home.<br />
He had a good wife and a beautiful daughter, and he was<br />
respected in his village as a good hunter, just as his father and<br />
his grandfather before him had been, and so forth back to<br />
before the white men had come to tell them where the borders<br />
were and to take everything they could by the force <strong>of</strong> arms or<br />
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<strong>of</strong> deceit. Where they lived, no one usually came by to bother<br />
them, nor did they have anything that the “outsiders,” the<br />
garamayos, might desire.<br />
When he was almost to the village, M’some saw someone<br />
sitting on the ground with his back against a fallen log. For a<br />
second, probably because his brain refused to think <strong>of</strong> any<br />
other options, he thought the man was sleeping. But reality is<br />
hard-headed and rarely allows itself to be shaped by our desires.<br />
It was Batiste, the tanner, a great bantumi player and the<br />
<strong>of</strong>ficial village drunk—the palm wine he prepared was<br />
legendary. He was dead. His eyes and his mouth were<br />
exaggeratedly open, trying desperately to grasp at a bit <strong>of</strong> air.<br />
Pinkish foam <strong>cover</strong>ed his chin, his chest, and the hand that he<br />
held to his throat. <strong>The</strong> other hand had dug into the earth, as if<br />
he were trying to pull up some grass by the roots. <strong>The</strong><br />
convulsive back-and-forth movement <strong>of</strong> his feet had left deep<br />
marks in the dirt.<br />
M’some knew what this was. During his military training he<br />
had been taught about the use <strong>of</strong> chemical warfare and had<br />
learned the symptoms that the Chadians had suffered in their<br />
war with the Libyan soldiers under the orders <strong>of</strong> Colonel<br />
Muammar al-Gaddafi.<br />
He tore <strong>of</strong>f a strip <strong>of</strong> his shirt, wet it with urine, placed it<br />
over his nose and mouth, and continued on to what had been<br />
their village next to the lake, the surface <strong>of</strong> which was now<br />
<strong>cover</strong>ed with thousands <strong>of</strong> bloated, dead catfish floating belly<br />
up.<br />
About three hundred paces before reaching the first hut,<br />
the village still looked empty. No fires were lit to prepare<br />
breakfast, no children were playing with their toy cars fashioned<br />
from bamboo, no one was washing clothes. <strong>The</strong>re was only a<br />
silence that was painful to the ears.<br />
M’some entered the first hut. Its three occupants, a family<br />
much like his own—a father, a mother, and a little girl—were<br />
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still lying on their cots. <strong>The</strong>y looked peaceful; there was nothing<br />
out <strong>of</strong> the ordinary except the pinkish foam around their<br />
mouths and noses. <strong>The</strong>y had not even tried to escape; death had<br />
come to them as they slept.<br />
It would appear that the only one who tried to flee had<br />
been Batiste, or perhaps he had been returning from one <strong>of</strong> his<br />
hiding places where he kept his palm wine and had not even<br />
made it back to the village. No one would ever know for sure.<br />
M’some wondered why he and his little family had survived,<br />
when everyone else had died. What had they done to deserve to<br />
be saved by their baby girl? Why had she wandered into the<br />
jungle, just that night? <strong>The</strong> questions crowded into his mind and<br />
tears filled his eyes.<br />
After checking several huts and finding the same scene<br />
repeated over and over, his legs failed him and he fell to the<br />
ground. He cried like a child; he wept for the nearly two<br />
hundred souls who had been lost in his village—for his family<br />
and his friends, as well as for those who meant little to him.<br />
He wept for all the deaths that he had witnessed during his<br />
time in the army and for those that he himself had caused. It<br />
didn’t matter that he was following orders—it really didn’t<br />
matter.<br />
After a long while <strong>of</strong> weeping uncontrollably, M’some<br />
managed to get ahold <strong>of</strong> himself. He stood, with tears still in his<br />
eyes.<br />
<strong>The</strong> lake had provided them with food and with a way <strong>of</strong><br />
life for centuries untold, and yet in a single night it had given<br />
almost all <strong>of</strong> them into the hands <strong>of</strong> death. Triggered by a slight<br />
earthquake, a great reservoir <strong>of</strong> poisonous gas had bubbled up<br />
from the lake bottom, taking its victims unawares.<br />
M’some decided to go back to his wife and baby girl, the<br />
only other survivors <strong>of</strong> the village that until now had existed on<br />
the shores <strong>of</strong> Lake Nihos, which the inhabitants had always<br />
called Bitterwater. He turned to look back once more when he<br />
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reached the edge <strong>of</strong> the village. Neither he nor his family would<br />
ever return here. No one would ever live here again.<br />
A phrase his former sergeant had used flashed into his<br />
memory: “<strong>The</strong>re are no wounded here, Doctor, not today.”<br />
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Chapter 1<br />
Mama Simone and Fanya<br />
Things had not been easy since Fanya’s mother had left,<br />
chasing after an emcee on what had been one <strong>of</strong> the first<br />
television programs in the country. <strong>The</strong> last time they had heard<br />
from her, in a letter gushing with enthusiasm, she told them that<br />
her beloved talking-head had managed to get her a role in one<br />
<strong>of</strong> the many soap operas that filled the programming from the<br />
beginning. That had been seventeen years ago.<br />
And then besides the ordinary struggles they experienced in<br />
order to get by and eat two or three times a day, with so few<br />
members in their family, they suffered the additional burden <strong>of</strong><br />
some very unfortunate circumstances.<br />
On one hand the local witchdoctor-marabout, Bilal the<br />
Great, had spent years trying to convince the old Longhee<br />
village chief, Monsieur Arthur Ngoma, to cast them out <strong>of</strong> the<br />
village.<br />
<strong>The</strong> excuse was that the potions and salves that Mama<br />
Simone prepared were not only useless, but that they could be<br />
very dangerous for the people who used them. <strong>The</strong> hidden<br />
truth was a deep anger due to the fact that he had to share his<br />
clientele, and on top <strong>of</strong> that, with a woman, whose cures were<br />
always more effective than his own spells and charms.<br />
Luckily several <strong>of</strong> the chief ’s wives were very fond <strong>of</strong> the<br />
incredible algae-based hydrating creams that Mama Simone sold<br />
to them. <strong>The</strong> creams prevented stretch marks during pregnancy,<br />
and his wives had warned him that he would not be welcomed<br />
into any <strong>of</strong> their huts at night if he cast her out <strong>of</strong> the village.<br />
Chief Ngoma feared the ire <strong>of</strong> his wives a great deal more<br />
than that <strong>of</strong> the marabout, since when they were all angry at<br />
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once, their individual power combined in such a way that it was<br />
multiplied rather than added together, and they were much too<br />
dangerous an enemy for him to fight against and come out<br />
unscathed.<br />
<strong>The</strong> other problem Simone had to deal with on an almost<br />
daily basis was the principal wife <strong>of</strong> the pig farmer, who was<br />
also a second cousin to the chief. A pig farmer’s wife had never<br />
had such a fine opinion <strong>of</strong> herself as this woman, who believed<br />
herself to be a great lady <strong>of</strong> some kind. She never let herself get<br />
closer than a thousand paces to the pigsties, so that their stink<br />
would not cling to her fine person, and she required her<br />
husband to perform elaborate ablutions before entering their<br />
house.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y lived on the side <strong>of</strong> the village farthest from the pig<br />
farm, which in time grew so much that it made them quite<br />
wealthy and at the same time spread a blanket <strong>of</strong> warm stench<br />
over the whole town.<br />
<strong>The</strong> large quantity <strong>of</strong> liquid fertilizer that they had sold to<br />
their neighbors—with the promise <strong>of</strong> unprecedented<br />
production for their fields—had killed <strong>of</strong>f most <strong>of</strong> the gardens<br />
in and near the village. That was wonderful, since they now had<br />
many people looking for work in order to feed their families,<br />
desperate people willing to work for low wages, which enabled<br />
them to rake in even more pr<strong>of</strong>it.<br />
To see those people who used to hate them come begging<br />
for work mucking out the pigsties, carrying away the solid—and<br />
not so solid—waste, made them feel tremendously happy. Soon,<br />
most <strong>of</strong> the local income was directly or indirectly derived from<br />
them, which required the chief to give the pig farmer a seat at<br />
the Tribal Assembly.<br />
Madame Oyono did not mind dedicating all her efforts to<br />
making a show <strong>of</strong> their wealth and social position to anyone<br />
who came in contact with her. She constantly reminded<br />
everyone she could that she was a direct descendent <strong>of</strong> one <strong>of</strong><br />
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the founding chiefs <strong>of</strong> the village. <strong>The</strong> disdainful expression<br />
that she could summon to look at anyone over her shoulder,<br />
even if they were taller than herself, deserved to be patented.<br />
She had spent years attempting to marry the granddaughter<br />
<strong>of</strong> Simone, Fanya, to the eldest <strong>of</strong> her <strong>of</strong>fspring as his second<br />
wife. She had hoped that Fanya’s beauty would somehow<br />
compensate for the ugliness her son had inherited from his own<br />
father, so that it would not be passed on to her grandchildren,<br />
and thus she would be able to show them <strong>of</strong>f with pride before<br />
her few friends.<br />
<strong>The</strong> mere idea that her granddaughter might end up in that<br />
family kept Simone awake many a night.<br />
It wasn’t that she thought that a pig farmer’s work was<br />
unworthy, not at all, but rather because, due the frequency with<br />
which she was called upon to apply healing poultices to the<br />
bruises on the bodies <strong>of</strong> the rest <strong>of</strong> his wives, she knew that<br />
both he and Madame Oyono beat them regularly and cruelly,<br />
whenever they felt that they were not trying hard enough to<br />
make life pleasant for the pigs, so that they would grow as fat as<br />
possible before they were slaughtered.<br />
<strong>The</strong> thought <strong>of</strong> Fanya becoming one <strong>of</strong> the slave-wives <strong>of</strong><br />
the pig farmer’s son—who she knew for a fact had a heavy<br />
hand and a short temper just as his father, along with the evilspiritedness<br />
<strong>of</strong> his mother—was just too much for her to bear.<br />
2<br />
As so many other times Simone was up before dawn to<br />
make ready her basket and her little machete, to set out in<br />
search <strong>of</strong> the herbs, roots, leaves, and other ingredients she<br />
needed for her medicines.<br />
She and her granddaughter brought in most <strong>of</strong> what she<br />
needed, but for the last two years, she had been receiving the<br />
help <strong>of</strong> a new assistant. His name was Malaam; he was from the<br />
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north and lived in N’long, the little neighborhood<br />
corresponding to the “outcasts and undesirables” <strong>of</strong> the village,<br />
as he explained it.<br />
Leprosy had stolen a great deal <strong>of</strong> him, and in spite <strong>of</strong><br />
having been declared cured after years in the leper colony and<br />
having a medical certificate to testify to the complete absence<br />
<strong>of</strong> the disease in him, no one wanted him living in the village.<br />
Fanya had spent the whole afternoon processing tree bark<br />
and berry juices in the various grinding bowls, presses, and<br />
distilling flasks which comprised the equipment in the little<br />
alchemist’s laboratory that was her home. She was sound asleep<br />
when Simone gently touched her arm to waken her.<br />
“Fanya, dear, wake up! <strong>The</strong> sun will soon be rising. . .”<br />
“…and it will dry up the blue algae before we can collect<br />
them,” her granddaughter completed the sentence she had<br />
heard so <strong>of</strong>ten, with her eyes still closed, giving her beloved<br />
grandmother a s<strong>of</strong>t smile.<br />
“Did you know that you are the only person I have ever<br />
known who always wakes up with a smile on her face?”<br />
“Better than waking up snarling like a dog, isn’t it, Mama?”<br />
Mama Simone began to laugh with that deep, sincere laugh<br />
that she had and that shook her abundant flesh all over.<br />
“You always make me laugh, my dear girl! Gather our things<br />
and let’s stop by to get Malaam; he must already be waiting for<br />
us outside his hut.”<br />
Fanya collected her own equipment as well—an oil lamp to<br />
find their way through the darkness, a hoe, and a large sieve to<br />
rinse the ocean sand <strong>of</strong>f <strong>of</strong> the algae before carrying them back<br />
home.<br />
N’long was about two kilometers from the village, and they<br />
arrived around an hour before sunrise. <strong>The</strong> neighborhood had<br />
very few inhabitants; there was only Malaam and the former<br />
witchdoctor, Bilal the Elder, whose son and heir to his magic<br />
arts had caused him to be cast out <strong>of</strong> the village in order to<br />
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increase his own power in the eyes <strong>of</strong> the chief. In spite <strong>of</strong> his<br />
many aches and pains, the old marabout stubbornly clung to life,<br />
in all probability, because <strong>of</strong> the rage that filled him.<br />
Bilal the Elder had always been respectful <strong>of</strong> Simone and<br />
had never done anything to undermine her reputation. On the<br />
contrary, whenever he saw that a client <strong>of</strong> his needed treatment<br />
with one <strong>of</strong> Simone’s medicines, he would send them to her.<br />
And if she came across someone whose problem she felt was<br />
more <strong>of</strong> a spiritual nature than a physical one, she would send<br />
them to him.<br />
<strong>The</strong> betrayal that his son had concocted against him was so<br />
cruel and cowardly that bitterness led him to spend most <strong>of</strong> his<br />
days shut up inside his house, dreaming up dark curses against<br />
the younger Bilal and against those who had helped him.<br />
<strong>The</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> the five huts in the neighborhood were usually<br />
empty, except for an occasional vagabond who might stay in<br />
one <strong>of</strong> them for a few days at a time.<br />
“I thought you weren’t coming today,” Malaam called out<br />
when he saw Simone and Fanya coming up the path.<br />
“Sorry we are late, my friend,” replied Simone, smiling<br />
warmly. “My granddaughter was working until late last night,<br />
and I didn’t want to wake her any earlier.”<br />
“No, that’s fine. It’s just that I would hate to miss out on a<br />
chance to go fetch algae with you two. Could you tie this basket<br />
to my back for me?” he asked, nodding to Fanya.<br />
<strong>The</strong> girl set about tying the basket onto Malaam’s powerful<br />
torso.<br />
“Tighter, child, you aren’t going to hurt me!”<br />
“It’s just that I don’t want to get it too tight. I would rather<br />
carry it myself than to cinch you up like a mule!”<br />
“Did you give the marabout the yucca flesh that Fanya<br />
brought to you yesterday?” asked Simone, watching them.<br />
“I called at his door, but he didn’t open it. I know he was<br />
inside because I could hear him muttering some words I<br />
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couldn’t understand. If half <strong>of</strong> the curses that he is setting—<br />
against his son, those that helped him, and the chief who<br />
allowed it—are effective, they aren’t going to have anywhere to<br />
escape to. I left him the food on the stool by the door yesterday<br />
evening, and he must have gotten it because it isn’t there now.”<br />
“But Malaam, all those invocations are just nonsense used<br />
to scare children,” chided Fanya.<br />
“Child, if you had seen the things that I have, you would<br />
not say that. And tighten up those ropes, or the basket will<br />
come loose and swing down under me halfway there.”<br />
“Mama Simone, I’m right, aren’t I?”<br />
“Fanya, there are many things we cannot explain and others<br />
that I prefer not to explain to you just yet.”<br />
<strong>With</strong> that, they set <strong>of</strong>f towards the beach.<br />
3<br />
In spite <strong>of</strong> his difficulties, since he walked on his knees and<br />
wrists—lacking any feet and missing most <strong>of</strong> his fingers—their<br />
assistant did not lag behind and spent the whole time telling<br />
them tales <strong>of</strong> his days as a young man on the northern<br />
savannas, as they <strong>cover</strong>ed the last few hundred paces that took<br />
them from N’long to the sea, crossing the dense jungle on a<br />
narrow, winding path.<br />
“Well, Malaam, let’s see if we can fill all three baskets,”<br />
sighed Mama Simone when they reached the shore.<br />
“Only blues today?”<br />
“Yes, I have enough <strong>of</strong> the others; I never collect more<br />
than I’m going to need.”<br />
“Would you untie my basket and light the lantern for me,<br />
Fanya?” asked Malaam affectionately.<br />
<strong>The</strong> blue algae grew at quite a depth in the water; they were<br />
actually a rare species <strong>of</strong> gorgonias, little creatures related to the<br />
coral family, which would float up to the surface whenever an<br />
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underwater current or some sea animal uprooted them from the<br />
sea floor. <strong>The</strong>y retained their blue color as long as the sunlight<br />
didn’t reach them, but on their way up to the surface they would<br />
drag along pieces <strong>of</strong> green algae with them, and in the sunlight<br />
these would grow quickly, <strong>cover</strong>ing their branches within<br />
minutes.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y needed to be collected and dried while it was still<br />
dark, since the green algae would destroy the special nutrients<br />
<strong>of</strong> the blue, which acted as the best natural antibiotic that the<br />
sea had ever bestowed upon mankind, and which Simone and<br />
her granddaughter used to create an ointment that would keep<br />
wounds from festering.<br />
Malaam headed north along the beach while the two<br />
women headed south.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re aren’t many today, Grandmother. I hardly have<br />
enough to <strong>cover</strong> the bottom <strong>of</strong> the basket.”<br />
“Well, as always we will do what we can with what we<br />
have.”<br />
“It must be wonderful to have whatever you want.”<br />
“That depends, child, that depends.”<br />
“On what, Grandmother?”<br />
“On how much you want, why you want it, and who you<br />
have to make poor in order to get it.”<br />
Just then they heard Malaam shouting something at them,<br />
but at that distance they could not tell over the crashing <strong>of</strong> the<br />
waves exactly what he was saying. <strong>The</strong>y could see the lantern he<br />
had tied to his chest bobbing up and down as he tried to run<br />
towards them on his maimed limbs.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y dropped their baskets and ran towards him.<br />
“Come, come quickly! <strong>The</strong>re’s a wounded man; I think he’s<br />
dying!” <strong>The</strong>y caught his words as the distance closed between<br />
them.<br />
When they reached him, Malaam fell over onto his left side.<br />
<strong>The</strong> effort had exhausted him, and by the light <strong>of</strong> the oil lamp<br />
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they could see a look <strong>of</strong> utter amazement on his face such as<br />
they had never seen before.<br />
“Who is dying? What happened? Take it easy, breathe, and<br />
tell us!”<br />
“Later! Go quickly! He’s on a big pile <strong>of</strong> algae about two<br />
hundred paces from here! I’ll catch up with you. I think it’s a<br />
man, but a strange man. At first I thought it was a giant squid.<br />
He’s tangled up in the algae.”<br />
“Oh, gods! Oh, gods!”<br />
“What is it, Grandmother?”<br />
“This cannot be!”<br />
“What cannot be?”<br />
“Hurry, let’s try to help him!”<br />
<strong>The</strong>y set out running towards the position that Malaam had<br />
indicated to them. As soon as they arrived, they struggled to<br />
untangle the man from the knotted mass <strong>of</strong> various types <strong>of</strong><br />
algae that he was nearly buried in. <strong>The</strong>y were still working on<br />
this when Malaam reached them.<br />
“How did you find him?” Fanya asked.<br />
“I was looking for blue algae, and I thought I saw some that<br />
had been washed up by the tide. I came over here, pushing the<br />
basket along to fill it, and when I started to sort through the<br />
algae, I saw that there was something <strong>of</strong> considerable size<br />
caught up in the pile. I kept pulling at the algae until I saw what<br />
I thought was a giant squid or something like that. But then I<br />
saw that it was a strange-looking man. Let’s get him out <strong>of</strong><br />
there. I could hardly budge him by myself.”<br />
When at last they had freed him <strong>of</strong> the tangled seaweed,<br />
they stretched him out on the sand and saw that he had several<br />
wounds on his side, on his hands, and on his head.<br />
“He is still breathing but with difficulty, and his wounds are<br />
very serious.”<br />
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“What kind <strong>of</strong> person is this, Grandmother? He doesn’t<br />
have any ears, his hands and feet are webbed, and his skin is<br />
glowing! Is he a mamiwata, a sea spirit?”<br />
“Something like that. I’ll explain it to you later, child. But<br />
first I need you to run back to the house and bring me all the<br />
seaweed ointment that we have left there. Bring bandages and<br />
enough food to last us a couple <strong>of</strong> days. We have to get him out<br />
<strong>of</strong> here and hide him; if anyone sees him they will kill him.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>n you know what he is?”<br />
“Not what, Malaam, but rather who, or at least where he<br />
comes from. Fanya, are you still here? Run, child! Run home<br />
and bring me what I have asked you to!”<br />
Fanya had stood frozen, staring at the amazing sight <strong>of</strong> this<br />
strangely beautiful being, but now she reacted to her<br />
grandmother’s seldom-used voice <strong>of</strong> command and took <strong>of</strong>f<br />
running towards the village as fast as she could go.<br />
“I know just where to hide him, Simone.”<br />
“It needs to be somewhere in the water, Malaam; if we have<br />
him out <strong>of</strong> the water very long in the condition he’s in, he will<br />
surely die.”<br />
“Yes, in the mangrove swamp, across from the little clearing<br />
on the shore where I go to fish sometimes, there’s a sunken<br />
boat, just a palm’s width underwater. It’s less than three hundred<br />
paces from here.”<br />
“Perfect, but we must take him there through the water.<br />
Show me the point on the shore, and I’ll pull him along to it<br />
through the water. <strong>The</strong>n one <strong>of</strong> us must come back here to wait<br />
for Fanya to return, to show her the way.”<br />
4<br />
Mama Simone stroked the sea-man’s face. His eyes were still<br />
closed as she gently pulled him into the water. As soon as they<br />
were waist deep, she grasped him beneath the arms and with<br />
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great effort started pulling him along the shoreline to Malaam’s<br />
hiding place in the mangrove swamp, trying to keep his body<br />
completely submerged as much as possible.<br />
His breathing became more even as soon as he was in the<br />
water, and the light his skin emitted seemed a little brighter.<br />
Following the lantern light <strong>of</strong> her friend and fighting<br />
against exhaustion, Simone managed to reach the sunken boat<br />
Malaam had told her about with her precious cargo. She<br />
carefully slipped him over the edge into it.<br />
“Now, you wait here. I am going back to the beach to meet<br />
Fanya.”<br />
“But you’re exhausted!” protested Malaam.<br />
“Perhaps, but I’ll get there faster than you can, no <strong>of</strong>fense.<br />
He’s very weak, and we can’t waste a single moment.”<br />
“I could never take <strong>of</strong>fense at anything you say, Mama<br />
Simone.”<br />
When she reached the place where their baskets still sat, the<br />
sun was beginning to rise, but her granddaughter had not<br />
arrived yet. Simone crumpled onto the sand. At some point<br />
today, she would have to share with Fanya a secret she had kept<br />
to herself for many years.<br />
<strong>The</strong> girl arrived a few minutes later, also exhausted from<br />
running and from carrying all the things her grandmother had<br />
asked her to bring.<br />
“How is he?” Fanya asked.<br />
“I don’t know. We’ll have to wait a few hours and see how<br />
he does. I’m not sure he’ll make it.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re’s a question that’s the been haunting me all the way<br />
to town and back, Grandmother. Why do you know about this<br />
fish-man?”<br />
“Let’s get back to Malaam, and I’ll tell you about it along<br />
the way. To begin with, he is not a fish-man. His people are like<br />
that. <strong>The</strong>y live in the sea, but not in this sea. It’s another sea, in<br />
another world.”<br />
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“What do you mean, in another world?”<br />
“<strong>The</strong> marabouts and the healers have always known about<br />
this type <strong>of</strong> thing. I’ll tell you more about it when we’ve finished<br />
binding up our visitor’s wounds. Let’s hurry faster now.”<br />
5<br />
<strong>The</strong> early morning was unusually cold, too cold to stand<br />
still, all <strong>cover</strong>ed with sweat, without having a fire to get warm<br />
by. It would be a couple <strong>of</strong> hours yet before sunlight would<br />
penetrate the thick foliage in the mangrove swamp.<br />
Malaam decided to light a fire while he waited for his only<br />
two friends to return. Out <strong>of</strong> the corner <strong>of</strong> his eye, he kept<br />
watch on the old sunken boat where the strangely glowing being<br />
they had rescued lay resting. At one point he heard a little<br />
splash; glancing over, he saw a sudden torrent <strong>of</strong> light streaming<br />
from the wreck, and then it faded just as quickly.<br />
He went back to the difficult task <strong>of</strong> striking a match with<br />
the few fingers he had. At last he managed to get it lit, and he<br />
set it to the tinder he had prepared. <strong>With</strong>in a few minutes he<br />
had a good fire going by which to dry himself, all the while<br />
keeping an eye on the sleeping creature. It would be good to<br />
have the fire going when Mama Simone returned; she had been<br />
soaking wet for quite a while and must be freezing by now.<br />
He sat by the fire and rubbed his sore knee stumps. <strong>The</strong><br />
run down the beach had left him worn out and in much greater<br />
pain than usual.<br />
He would do anything for Simone, after she had cared for<br />
him when he first arrived at N’long. As a leper and a foreigner,<br />
no one else had been willing to help him in any way, and only<br />
because <strong>of</strong> the insistence <strong>of</strong> the nuns who had healed him <strong>of</strong><br />
his leprosy was he allowed to stay at all.<br />
Mama Simone was the only one who cared about the<br />
people in that neighborhood, yet for some incomprehensible<br />
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reason that very kindness <strong>of</strong> heart had won her the hatred <strong>of</strong><br />
many people.<br />
In spite <strong>of</strong> being <strong>of</strong>ficially cured, the other villagers<br />
considered Malaam to be a dead man, or even worse—a sort <strong>of</strong><br />
walking zombie who reminded them uncomfortably <strong>of</strong> the<br />
person he had once been.<br />
He had had the misfortune <strong>of</strong> ending up in prison before<br />
he turned twenty, because <strong>of</strong> a beating he gave to an idiot who<br />
turned out to be a military <strong>of</strong>ficial dressed in civilian clothing<br />
and who belonged to the powerful tribal group which<br />
controlled everything, from the army to the courthouses.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re he had witnessed many terrible things that he would<br />
rather not remember, but that his stubborn head refused to<br />
forget.<br />
<strong>The</strong> extremely unsanitary conditions in the prison had<br />
resulted in him falling sick with leprosy. <strong>The</strong>y had sent him,<br />
along with another dozen prisoners or so, to a leper colony that<br />
some Spanish nuns ran, to let them sort out which ones had<br />
actually contracted the fearful disease.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y were watched from outside the fence by a group <strong>of</strong><br />
guards with orders to shoot to kill if any <strong>of</strong> them tried to<br />
escape. <strong>The</strong> nuns refused to allow the guards to enter their<br />
gates, especially carrying weapons. <strong>The</strong> truth was, it was not all<br />
that difficult to convince the guards to stay outside, since they<br />
were understandably scared to death <strong>of</strong> possible contagion.<br />
Three prisoners tried to escape; none <strong>of</strong> them got very far.<br />
After a few weeks it became clear that the only one who<br />
had actually contracted the disease was Malaam. <strong>The</strong>y left him<br />
there in the leper colony under the supervision <strong>of</strong> the sisters,<br />
and the healthy prisoners were returned to their cells, or what<br />
was left <strong>of</strong> them after the fire that was used to try to purify the<br />
prison air had burned down part <strong>of</strong> the building, along with a<br />
couple dozen prisoners in it.<br />
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He remembered vividly the unending tests he was put<br />
through with needles to try to determine whether or not he had<br />
lost feeling in his extremities, since the first thing the disease<br />
destroyed were the nerve endings in feet and hands. He<br />
especially remembered the first day he couldn’t feel the needle<br />
pricking the toes <strong>of</strong> his left foot; that was the first part <strong>of</strong> his<br />
body that he lost, followed by many others.<br />
Even so, he was better <strong>of</strong>f with the nuns than he had been<br />
for the more than ten years he had spent in prison—he had<br />
learned it had been ten years when he got to the leper colony,<br />
rather than the eight that his sentence dictated.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sisters were kind; they took care <strong>of</strong> him and <strong>of</strong> the<br />
other patients with admirable devotion and affection. <strong>The</strong>y all<br />
partook <strong>of</strong> the same food, whenever there was any.<br />
After three years he was declared to be healed. At first he<br />
thought he would return to his native village in the north, but<br />
between the time he had spent in prison and his time at the<br />
leper colony, so many years had gone by that he felt that<br />
everyone in his village would be accustomed to his absence, and<br />
no one would really miss him. He finally decided that it would<br />
be better for them to think him dead than to return in the<br />
crippled state he was in.<br />
His healers suggested he move to N’long, where he could<br />
live in a long-abandoned hut that they owned there. He fixed it<br />
up as best he could with a bit <strong>of</strong> help from the old marabout,<br />
who was his only neighbor at the time.<br />
<strong>The</strong> day after he moved into the hut, he received the first<br />
<strong>of</strong> many visits that Simone would make to him. She took him<br />
some food, a few patched garments, and a new ax. She asked<br />
him if he would cut firewood for her and help her harvest<br />
certain plants in the mangrove swamp. For the first time in years<br />
he felt useful.<br />
Deep in his thoughts, Malaam almost didn’t notice the<br />
arrival <strong>of</strong> Simone and her granddaughter, whom he had<br />
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watched grow up and whom he loved as though she were his<br />
own.<br />
“I lit a fire; come get warm—especially you, Simone. You’ve<br />
been in those wet clothes far too long, and you’ll catch such a<br />
bad case <strong>of</strong> pneumonia that not even you yourself will be able<br />
to cure it.”<br />
“In a little bit, Malaam. First we need to attend to our new<br />
friend’s wounds.”<br />
“It’s all right, Grandmother; I’ll do that. You’re chilled to<br />
the bone. I don’t think Malaam and I will be able to take care <strong>of</strong><br />
all <strong>of</strong> this if you get sick.”<br />
“Okay, you know exactly what you need to do. Take him<br />
out <strong>of</strong> the water just long enough to apply the ointment to the<br />
wounds and wrap them with the bandages, then put him right<br />
back into the water.”<br />
“And when I finish?”<br />
“Yes, when you finish, I’ll tell you everything I know about<br />
him.”<br />
6<br />
Simone stayed with Malaam by the fire, while Fanya waded<br />
into the water above her knees. She approached the boat,<br />
carrying a large plastic bag with everything she needed to treat<br />
the wounds. <strong>The</strong> sunlight now filtered through the tree leaves<br />
and lit the water with almost blinding golden reflections.<br />
She grasped the visitor by reaching her right arm across<br />
under his back and lifted his head and shoulders out <strong>of</strong> the<br />
water without too much difficulty. She felt a shiver run through<br />
the wounded man’s body as she raised him. <strong>With</strong> a cloth, she<br />
cleaned the wounds on his shoulder and head as best she could,<br />
then applied the ointment made with blue algae and <strong>cover</strong>ed<br />
them with gauze to keep it from diluting too quickly in the<br />
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water. <strong>The</strong>n she gently turned him on his side to take a look at<br />
the cut he had there.<br />
She took out some fine fishline and a curved needle from<br />
her bag and placed nine stitches before applying the cream and<br />
bandages. She could feel how his body trembled with each stitch<br />
she took. She could not help but shed tears for him.<br />
Who could have hurt such a beautiful creature? What<br />
reasons could they have had, other than their own<br />
unreasonableness?<br />
She gently laid him down once again in the bottom <strong>of</strong> the<br />
boat, just as she would have laid an infant down in its crib. Still<br />
weeping, her head swimming with an ocean <strong>of</strong> questions, she<br />
came back onto shore and drew close to the fire to ask her<br />
grandmother those questions.<br />
“He’s all bandaged; I had to stitch up the big cut on his<br />
side. He’s very different from anyone I have ever treated; I don’t<br />
know whether he will live.”<br />
“He is very much like us; he is, in fact, a man, with a few<br />
differences, but a man, a person, like you and me. We’ll stay here<br />
as long as it takes to see whether he’ll re<strong>cover</strong> or not.”<br />
“Will you tell me now how you came to know about him?”<br />
“Yes, sit here beside me, child; I have a story to tell you.”<br />
7<br />
“My husband, rest his soul, your grandfather Patrick, told<br />
me a story, something that happened to him when he was very<br />
young, long before we met and long before our families<br />
promised us to each other in marriage.<br />
“It was a strange story which he never dared to tell to<br />
anyone except to me and to his bosom friend, the witchdoctor<br />
Bilal the Elder, for fear that others would think he had lost his<br />
mind. He told me the story shortly after your mother was born,<br />
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and only because he knew that I had an understanding <strong>of</strong><br />
certain supernatural matters.<br />
“On the way here, I told you that the marabouts and healers<br />
like myself know about certain things that are not revealed to<br />
most people. Malaam, unfortunately, has also had his own runins<br />
with what are wrongly called ‘supernatural beings.’<br />
“I also told you that the man you just attended to, who by<br />
the way must be about your same age, more or less, is from<br />
another sea, another world. I’ll explain it in a simple way, not<br />
that you aren’t bright enough to understand, but because I can<br />
barely understand it myself.<br />
“You, me, Malaam—we share the same world, but there are<br />
an unknown number <strong>of</strong> other worlds, some like ours, some<br />
more beautiful and peaceful than ours, and some that, though<br />
their inhabitants find them idyllic, would seem to us to be like<br />
the worst hell imaginable.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> same thing goes for their inhabitants. Some would<br />
seem like angels to us, or mamiwatas, while others would seem<br />
like the monsters that live in our nightmares.<br />
“When we are children, the separation between different<br />
worlds, different realities, has not yet been completely formed in<br />
our minds. That’s why there are so many stories <strong>of</strong> children<br />
who see spirits, or little girls who are visited by fairies, and this<br />
is why children’s nightmares are at times full <strong>of</strong> unimaginable<br />
horrors.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> separating walls consolidate as time goes by, as<br />
reasoning develops, but in some parts <strong>of</strong> the world they are so<br />
thin that even adults can still cross them, sometimes without<br />
even realizing it.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> marabouts know spells by which they can peek into<br />
these other worlds, though there are occasions when what they<br />
see there will drive them mad. Some <strong>of</strong> them have been<br />
powerful enough, or foolish enough, to bring across to our<br />
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world creatures from other realities that once here, turn out to<br />
be monstrous and out <strong>of</strong> place.<br />
“I myself know <strong>of</strong> certain roots which will open the spirit<br />
to such a degree that they allow you to look into these other<br />
worlds; the bad thing is that just like with a radio, once you turn<br />
it on you never know what you’re going to tune in to.<br />
“Most <strong>of</strong> the legends and tales <strong>of</strong> magical beings that you<br />
have heard in your lifetime actually have to do with these beings<br />
from other worlds that ended up here, or with marabouts or<br />
healers from those other worlds who were curious enough, or as<br />
I said, foolish enough, to cross over to here.”<br />
“I have some c<strong>of</strong>fee ready, little one, if you would like<br />
some,” interrupted their companion, holding out a steaming cup<br />
towards Fanya.<br />
“Thank you, Malaam.” She grasped the cup and turned her<br />
attention back to her grandmother. “So, the young man we<br />
found is simply someone from another world, that’s all? That<br />
still doesn’t explain to me how you know him.”<br />
“It’s not exactly that I know him; let me go on explaining.<br />
“Going back to the story <strong>of</strong> your grandfather. As you know,<br />
he was a fisherman in this same village, as were many <strong>of</strong> his<br />
neighbors before they were forced to turn to pig raising for<br />
someone else.<br />
“One <strong>of</strong> the hundreds <strong>of</strong> nights that he set out to fish,<br />
when he was quite a ways out to sea, he lit an oil lamp that he<br />
had on the bow <strong>of</strong> the boat to attract giant squid with. <strong>The</strong>re<br />
were a lot <strong>of</strong> them lighting up our sea back then, though since<br />
the great fishing ships came to our coasts they are harder to find<br />
now than an honest politician.<br />
“Anyway, shortly after he lit the oil lamp he noticed the<br />
golden glow <strong>of</strong> one <strong>of</strong> these squid. He figured it must be huge;<br />
it swam swiftly under his keel, approached his lamp, and then<br />
quickly disappeared into the night. He waited patiently for it to<br />
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come back and repeat its path, and then he threw out his fishing<br />
net with lead weights on it.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> glowing beast fought so hard that it almost capsized<br />
the boat several times, and caused his other lamp to go flying<br />
out to sea. But with one last gigantic effort, more to save his<br />
fishing net than to catch a squid, he managed to haul it on<br />
board.<br />
“He could not have been more surprised when after<br />
fetching the lamp he had on the bow and turning again towards<br />
the rear <strong>of</strong> the boat, he saw that entangled in his netting there<br />
was a strange, beautiful young woman.<br />
“He dropped his lamp to the floor <strong>of</strong> the boat and hurried<br />
to untangle the poor creature, who was trembling, and as he<br />
later learned, was murmuring her prayers, sure that she was<br />
about to die.<br />
“He tried to reassure her as best he could, and she began to<br />
weep, looking up at him with enormous, pleading green eyes.<br />
“He helped her get up, but the struggle with the net had left<br />
her in great pain, and she could hardly stand. She was in no<br />
condition to attempt to swim back to wherever she had come<br />
from.<br />
“Your grandfather knew the shoreline very well—every<br />
cove, every cliff, and every sea cave—so he determined to take<br />
the young woman to safety.<br />
“He carried her in his boat to one <strong>of</strong> the sea caves, one that<br />
only he knew the entrance to. Inside, there was a little cove with<br />
white sand and a freshwater spring that filtered down from the<br />
top <strong>of</strong> the cliff.<br />
“He stayed there with her for many days, going out at night<br />
just long enough to fish for both <strong>of</strong> them, and spending every<br />
hour <strong>of</strong> the day with her until she had re<strong>cover</strong>ed completely. At<br />
first, she looked a little strange to him, but each day that passed<br />
she seemed more beautiful to him.<br />
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“To make a long story short, they fell in love, and for many<br />
weeks they spent all their nights together while he was<br />
supposedly out fishing. In fact, she would help him by chasing<br />
huge schools <strong>of</strong> fish directly towards his nets.<br />
“He never told me her name, but I know they learned<br />
words from each other to such an extent that they were able to<br />
converse. She told him how she had come from another world,<br />
that she had come through some sort <strong>of</strong> door where the<br />
realities <strong>of</strong> their two worlds touched each other, and one could<br />
slip between them easily.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> days, the weeks, and the months flew by, and their<br />
love grew deeper and deeper. And then one night, she did not<br />
appear—nor the next, nor the next after that.<br />
“He searched for her in every cave along the cliffs; he spent<br />
many days out at sea, hoping that she would return. He went so<br />
far out that once he almost perished, because he ran out <strong>of</strong><br />
food and water far, far from shore. But all was in vain.<br />
“After several months, your grandfather lost all hope <strong>of</strong><br />
finding her; his first love had left as mysteriously as she had<br />
appeared. He never heard <strong>of</strong> her again, and I think that even<br />
though he was the best husband in the world to me, and he was<br />
the best <strong>of</strong> fathers to your mother, he always felt a certain<br />
bitterness that nothing could take away.<br />
“Just before he died, from a lung disease I could not heal<br />
no matter how I tried, while he was suffering from delirious<br />
fevers, he told me where he had hidden the notebook where he<br />
had written the words that the young sea maiden had taught<br />
him.<br />
“ ‘In case she returns,’ he said. ‘Tell her that I waited for<br />
her; tell her I searched for her.’<br />
“Those were your grandfather’s last words.”<br />
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<strong>The</strong> three <strong>of</strong> them watched carefully through the night for<br />
any change in their patient. Only Malaam left their improvised<br />
campsite for a while a couple <strong>of</strong> times to bring some sheets <strong>of</strong><br />
plastic and some floor mats to set up a tent, and some<br />
fermented yucca stalks wrapped in banana leaves for them to<br />
eat.<br />
<strong>The</strong> two women took turns day and night, changing<br />
bandages, checking the sutures, and watching over the young<br />
man from another sea.<br />
During the anguish-filled days which followed, there were<br />
several times when they thought he would not live, even though<br />
the wounds were healing.<br />
On the fifth day, while Fanya was removing the head<br />
bandages, the stranger’s eyes suddenly opened wide.<br />
“Grandmother, Grandmother! He opened his eyes!”<br />
Mama Simone rushed quickly into the water and came to<br />
her granddaughter’s side.<br />
“He closed them again, Grandmother. He has enormous<br />
eyes, the most beautiful eyes that I have ever seen! Man<br />
Kenguele!”<br />
“Man Kenguele. <strong>The</strong> same image and the same words that<br />
your grandfather used to describe the eyes <strong>of</strong> his beautiful sea<br />
maiden,” said Simone, feeling a deep stab <strong>of</strong> bitterness in her<br />
heart. “He said she had eyes the color <strong>of</strong> the sea. Be careful<br />
who you love, my child.”<br />
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Chapter 2<br />
Malaam<br />
1<br />
A few seconds <strong>of</strong> fury can ruin your life.<br />
Young Malaam’s fist struck the left jaw <strong>of</strong> his opponent.<br />
<strong>The</strong> reasons almost didn’t matter; they were as trivial and stupid<br />
as they usually are in a bar fight. <strong>The</strong>re was a terrible cracking<br />
sound as the jawbone broke, as well as two <strong>of</strong> the knuckles <strong>of</strong><br />
the fist which had hit against it with such great force.<br />
<strong>The</strong> head <strong>of</strong> the man on the receiving end <strong>of</strong> the blow<br />
swung around backward, twisting the neck below it into an<br />
unbelievable angle compared to the rest <strong>of</strong> his body, which in<br />
turn was swept along by the inertia <strong>of</strong> the violently accelerated<br />
mass <strong>of</strong> the turning head.<br />
At the same time, centrifugal force sent a rain <strong>of</strong> teeth<br />
flying from his mouth, followed by a flow <strong>of</strong> blood, saliva, and<br />
beer.<br />
Unconscious before ever hitting the ground, on his way<br />
down he knocked over one <strong>of</strong> the tables in the bar, evoking<br />
cursing and swearing from the mouths <strong>of</strong> those who were<br />
sitting around it, as they watched their beer mugs and wine<br />
bottles flying through the air. <strong>The</strong> alcoholic contents ended up<br />
drenching those nearby, as well as the bundle <strong>of</strong> inert flesh,<br />
once it came to rest in a decubitus prone position.<br />
<strong>The</strong> general commotion which followed the short fight<br />
between Malaam and his opponent quickly attracted the<br />
attention <strong>of</strong> the security forces, made up <strong>of</strong> soldiers from a<br />
nearby army camp.<br />
<strong>The</strong> newly arrived soldiers showed their staunch belief that<br />
all were equal under the law by prompt and generous use <strong>of</strong><br />
their sand-filled rubber billy clubs, and entered the room<br />
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showering blows equally on all those present. Peace was<br />
restored with as much virulence as speed.<br />
<strong>The</strong> tavern keeper was the only one present who had<br />
escaped the blows, by diving behind the wooden slab resting on<br />
half a dozen kegs, which made up the bar <strong>of</strong> the dusty saloon;<br />
he was required by the sergeant to come forward with his<br />
testimony <strong>of</strong> what had transpired.<br />
He was so frightened that they had to give him some<br />
additional strokes on the calves <strong>of</strong> his legs with the billy clubs<br />
before he could speak. After that, he was able to concentrate<br />
and explained to them that the young man who was now trying<br />
to revive the unconscious fellow on the floor with a broken face<br />
had given him that terrible blow, for apparently no reason<br />
whatsoever.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sergeant told him to point out the aggressor, and as<br />
soon as the tavern keeper lifted his index finger towards<br />
Malaam, the latter was showered with blows from clubs and<br />
boots, reducing him to a state even worse than that <strong>of</strong> his fallen<br />
rival. He rolled into a ball; he could feel several <strong>of</strong> his ribs<br />
breaking under the onslaught <strong>of</strong> boot tips belonging to half a<br />
dozen soldiers. His body would carry the tattoo marks from<br />
their boot heels for the rest <strong>of</strong> his life.<br />
2<br />
<strong>The</strong> fellow whose jaw he had broken turned out to be the<br />
new lieutenant <strong>of</strong> the military base in the city <strong>of</strong> Nanka. He was<br />
taken to the hospital, where—since he was a military <strong>of</strong>ficial—<br />
he was attended to rapidly and installed in a private room with a<br />
bed, an almost clean mattress, and freshly boiled sheets.<br />
Malaam was not as fortunate; after yet another beating he<br />
was thrown like a bundle <strong>of</strong> c<strong>of</strong>fee leaves onto the floor <strong>of</strong> a<br />
cell at the police station. Neither was he fortunate enough to<br />
lose consciousness.<br />
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He had only recently arrived in the city, coming from the<br />
little Peul village where he was born, a place so small it had no<br />
name; even those who lived there just called it “our village,” and<br />
other people referred to it as “where the tall ones live,” referring<br />
to the stature <strong>of</strong> its inhabitants.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re were only a couple dozen round adobe huts in the<br />
village, with pointed straw-thatched ro<strong>of</strong>s, sheltered among<br />
capricious rock formations which looked like dolmens and<br />
menhirs that some giant had scattered haphazardly.<br />
<strong>The</strong> villagers raised goats and a few scrawny cows, planted<br />
mainly red sorghum and millet, and also obtained a bit <strong>of</strong><br />
income from the sale <strong>of</strong> rocks that they hollowed out to sell as<br />
drinking vessels to the tourists who came through Waza, the<br />
nearby natural park that attracted so many garamayos.<br />
<strong>The</strong> people <strong>of</strong> his village were so irrelevant and had such<br />
little relationship with those who ruled their territory that they<br />
did not even have any direct problems during the cruel purges<br />
in the late nineteen-seventies and early eighties, which took<br />
place in the north and did away with entire populations <strong>of</strong><br />
supposed opposers <strong>of</strong> the regime.<br />
But Malaam had always been restless.<br />
He had had a series <strong>of</strong> conversations with one <strong>of</strong> the forest<br />
guards in the park, a man who had been born in the south, and<br />
who spoke to him <strong>of</strong> the sea, <strong>of</strong> rivers full <strong>of</strong> “fish as large as<br />
men,” <strong>of</strong> unending forests full <strong>of</strong> game, and <strong>of</strong> the possibility<br />
<strong>of</strong> earning a great deal <strong>of</strong> money. Malaam eventually decided to<br />
leave his familiar, comfortable land to explore the world, or at<br />
least a part <strong>of</strong> it.<br />
In the hope <strong>of</strong> finding work in one <strong>of</strong> the many<br />
warehouses for roasting c<strong>of</strong>fee or cocoa beans that the great<br />
European businesses ran (and which paid only a pittance, while<br />
they sold the product afterwards in their own countries at the<br />
price <strong>of</strong> gold), he left with a group <strong>of</strong> eight cattlemen from a<br />
nearby village, who were driving their zebu cattle along the usual<br />
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route they followed from the northern end <strong>of</strong> the country<br />
down to the slaughterhouses in the south.<br />
Cattle could not be raised in the south due to certain<br />
parasitic diseases prevalent there, and especially due to the caiyor<br />
flies, which quickly killed any bovines <strong>of</strong>f at those latitudes. <strong>The</strong><br />
flies deposited their larvae under the animals’ skin, where they<br />
would develop into more flies, and so on, in an unending cycle.<br />
For almost a month Malaam had helped drive the cattle,<br />
defending them as best he could from wild predators and<br />
pr<strong>of</strong>essional cattle thieves alike. After those losses, plus the<br />
required gifts to each <strong>of</strong> the border controls, village chiefs, and<br />
governors <strong>of</strong> the territories they crossed, as well as the cattle<br />
that died <strong>of</strong> thirst, illness, or exhaustion, they arrived at the<br />
Foumban slaughterhouse with only a third <strong>of</strong> the original<br />
animals.<br />
It was an absolute success, considering that they had<br />
crossed nearly fourteen hundred kilometers, mostly without<br />
roads nor bridges, always sleeping out under the stars with their<br />
cattle.<br />
After delivering the animals to the slaughterhouse and<br />
collecting their meager pay, the eight cattlemen left as quickly as<br />
possible, anxious to get away from that place, perpetually<br />
engulfed in a cloud that smelled <strong>of</strong> death. <strong>The</strong> animals had<br />
detected the smell long before they had, and that had made the<br />
last leg <strong>of</strong> the journey an authentic torture for them all, trying<br />
to keep the cattle from stampeding to escape the sure fate that<br />
awaited them, which they could sense with every breath <strong>of</strong> air.<br />
Malaam did not understand why they were paid so little,<br />
considering the price he knew they would get for the meat at<br />
the marketplace, nor why the slaughterhouses only paid for the<br />
meat itself instead <strong>of</strong> for the hides as well, since there was a<br />
great tannery there by the river which brought in as much<br />
income for the owners <strong>of</strong> the slaughterhouse as the meat did, or<br />
more.<br />
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He picked up his duffle bag, and a passing truck driver let<br />
him ride on top <strong>of</strong> the load <strong>of</strong> huge logs strapped to the trailer,<br />
along with many other young men who were headed south as he<br />
was. When he arrived in Nanka, <strong>cover</strong>ed from head to toe with<br />
the red dust <strong>of</strong> the road, he stopped to inquire at a butcher<br />
shop run by a northerner, asking whether he knew <strong>of</strong> a place<br />
where he could find work. His fellow countryman told him how<br />
to reach the Lasodecacao plantation, which provided cacao to a<br />
company that made famous Swiss chocolates.<br />
3<br />
Malaam's great physical strength, his willingness to work<br />
hard, and his firm, calm temperament soon earned him the<br />
respect <strong>of</strong> his co-workers. <strong>With</strong>in a few months he was<br />
promoted to crew chief at the cocoa-roasting plant he had been<br />
hired at. He shared a house with some other workers while<br />
trying to save up enough to buy his own lot and some<br />
aluminum sheets to build himself first a ro<strong>of</strong> and eventually a<br />
whole house, complete with walls.<br />
In spite <strong>of</strong> the many times his companions had invited him<br />
to accompany them, that evening had been the first time since<br />
he had come to Nanka that—after working for twelve hours in<br />
a row for just a little more than minimum wages—he had<br />
decided to go have some drinks at the bar with them.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y had just ordered a second round when a drunken fool<br />
stumbled into the smallest fellow in their group and began to<br />
punch him. Malaam tried to intervene; he told the aggressor<br />
that they didn’t want any trouble and <strong>of</strong>fered buy him a beer.<br />
<strong>The</strong> fool turned on him, answering that no northern son <strong>of</strong><br />
a thousand fathers was going to pay for any beer for him, and<br />
that if he spoke to him again he would bust his face in two; with<br />
that, he turned back and raised his fist to punch the little guy<br />
some more.<br />
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Malaam simply slugged him. One good hit, or a bad one.<br />
4<br />
He never knew how long it was before he was able to sit up<br />
on the damp earthen floor <strong>of</strong> his cell. Most <strong>of</strong> the beating had<br />
been directed to the soles <strong>of</strong> his feet, as is the custom at police<br />
stations, to “cool <strong>of</strong>f ” the prisoners. <strong>The</strong>re was no way he could<br />
stand.<br />
<strong>The</strong> door <strong>of</strong> the detention center opened just enough for a<br />
man in a loose white coat to enter. He had an enormous head, a<br />
disproportionately wide mouth, and distended eyes. Together<br />
with his lack <strong>of</strong> any neck at all, it gave him the appearance <strong>of</strong> a<br />
large white toad.<br />
He smelled powerfully <strong>of</strong> burning alcohol, as if he used it<br />
internally, as well as to disinfect the wounds <strong>of</strong> his patients.<br />
“Let’s see what we have here.”<br />
Malaam kept quiet.<br />
“Ah, my friend, they have given you a good thrashing,<br />
haven’t they; but then you already know that,” he said with a<br />
drunken smile that made him look even more like an amphibian<br />
<strong>of</strong> some kind. “Let me see your feet. Christ! What a disaster!”<br />
“Do they always beat their prisoners this hard in the<br />
south?”<br />
“Well, well! So you can talk! Generally, yes, but if you are<br />
from the north, and on top <strong>of</strong> that a Peul, who just broke the<br />
jaw <strong>of</strong> an army lieutenant, they devote even greater passion to<br />
their corrective exercises.”<br />
“A lieutenant?”<br />
“Yes, and you broke his jawbone in two or three places.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y sent him to Douala to try to fix him up; it would be best<br />
for you if you aren’t around here any more when he comes<br />
back. Let’s see, turn around; I have to take a look at your back—<br />
that’s where the boots usually land.”<br />
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5<br />
For the next three days, during which they sometimes<br />
brought him food and sometimes not, no one came to empty<br />
the bucket in the corner where he took care <strong>of</strong> his needs. He<br />
remained alone in his cell.<br />
Finally he had another visitor. This time, in spite <strong>of</strong> the<br />
lacerating pain in his feet, he managed to stand. <strong>The</strong> visitor was<br />
a bit older than himself; he wore a threadbare suit and small,<br />
round spectacles.<br />
“Monsieur Malaam, I am Monsieur Mousa, your delegated<br />
attorney. I am here to try to get the lightest possible sentence<br />
for you.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong> lightest possible sentence? But I only slugged a guy<br />
who wanted to beat up a friend <strong>of</strong> mine; I had no idea he was<br />
military.”<br />
“That will precisely be the basis <strong>of</strong> my defense, in an effort<br />
to reduce the sentence.”<br />
“How long do you think they will give me?”<br />
“If he had been in uniform, it would have been at least<br />
twenty years. But I think we can get it down to a little under<br />
half that time.”<br />
“Ten years? I’ll be thirty when I get out!”<br />
“We are lucky; your companions have all signed a sworn<br />
declaration saying that you had no idea that he was military.”<br />
“When is my trial?”<br />
“Tomorrow. Today they are busy with the trial <strong>of</strong> some<br />
witches, and earlier in the week we had a terrible double murder.<br />
A fellow killed his wife and his mother-in-law with an ax after<br />
he had smoked half a field <strong>of</strong> strongweed.”<br />
“I don’t know why I ever decided to come here to the<br />
south; you’re all crazy, and your laws only serve those who rule.”<br />
“I recommend you keep that kind <strong>of</strong> opinion to yourself<br />
when we are before the judge.”<br />
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6<br />
Malaam could hardly walk when they came to take him to<br />
the courthouse, strategically located halfway between the police<br />
station and the large prison, which served the needs <strong>of</strong> several<br />
nearby towns.<br />
People were talking about the execution <strong>of</strong> the ax murderer;<br />
more than half <strong>of</strong> the town’s population had come to the fence<br />
<strong>of</strong> the prison courtyard to witness it. In order to ensure that the<br />
law had been correctly fulfilled, the authorities had their seats<br />
set up in the courtyard itself, shaded by large umbrellas adorned<br />
with the name <strong>of</strong> the same beer they were drinking during the<br />
spectacle.<br />
<strong>The</strong> prison firing squad, whose responsibility it was to carry<br />
out the judge’s sentences, had done their job very well, with the<br />
head <strong>of</strong>ficial <strong>of</strong> the prison releasing two final shots to the<br />
prisoner’s head, once the twelve rifles <strong>of</strong> the other members <strong>of</strong><br />
the squad had torn through his chest.<br />
Captain Bangos had served during the purges in the north,<br />
and the reward for his atrocities was that instead <strong>of</strong> being<br />
promoted and given an <strong>of</strong>fice in the capitol city he had been<br />
named chief <strong>of</strong> the former colonial prison in Nanka. <strong>The</strong>re he<br />
terrorized guards and inmates on an equal basis.<br />
<strong>The</strong> courthouse itself was a building which was open on<br />
three <strong>of</strong> its four sides—on the fourth side was the judge’s dais.<br />
<strong>The</strong> building had a tin ro<strong>of</strong> that turned it into an oven on sunny<br />
days while forcing everyone to shout over the din made by the<br />
rain on wet days.<br />
<strong>The</strong> guards sat the young northerner down next to some<br />
other suspects on a bench near the dais while the trial <strong>of</strong> the<br />
three women accused <strong>of</strong> being witches was being wrapped up.<br />
<strong>The</strong> judge cleared his throat. “I herewith condemn the<br />
oldest <strong>of</strong> the suspects—accused <strong>of</strong> conspiracy, <strong>of</strong> attempting to<br />
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kill by poisoning, <strong>of</strong> carrying out rites <strong>of</strong> black magic with the<br />
intention <strong>of</strong> harming a public figure, <strong>of</strong> manufacturing flying<br />
artifacts, and <strong>of</strong> high treason—to be shot to death. Her younger<br />
sister and her sister-in-law, for the crime <strong>of</strong> participating in<br />
rituals <strong>of</strong> black magic with the intention <strong>of</strong> harming a public<br />
figure, are sentenced to eighteen years <strong>of</strong> prison each. Take the<br />
accused back to prison and execute these sentences as soon as<br />
possible.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> cries <strong>of</strong> the three women and their pleas for clemency<br />
did not even elicit a disapproving glance from the judge.<br />
“What did those women do?” Malaam whispered to a boy<br />
who was seated to his left on the suspects’ bench.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y were accused <strong>of</strong> wanting to kill the governor by<br />
causing a trained fly carrying venom on its legs to fall into his<br />
glass <strong>of</strong> beer, and <strong>of</strong> making airplanes <strong>of</strong> bamboo, which they<br />
flew to Paris on to tell State secrets to the French.”<br />
“But, as far as I know, that’s impossible!”<br />
“Of course! What really happened, or at least what I’ve<br />
been told, is that the youngest one refused to have an affair with<br />
the chief commissioner, and since they’re all from a family <strong>of</strong><br />
healers, they cooked up this story so that they could…”<br />
“Silence!!!” one <strong>of</strong> the guards shouted as he let loose a<br />
heavy kick to the boy’s shins, which left him curled up on the<br />
ground. “Have you no respect for the law?”<br />
7<br />
Malaam remained prudently silent until his turn came.<br />
It all went very quickly. <strong>The</strong>y read the charges against him;<br />
his attorney could only wangle a slight sentence reduction for<br />
his client because Malaam didn’t know he was striking a military<br />
<strong>of</strong>ficial. He was sentenced to two years for an attack with<br />
physical harm, plus a year for each <strong>of</strong> the teeth he had knocked<br />
from his victim’s mouth.<br />
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Eight years.<br />
Since the prison was overflowing, they sent him back to the<br />
police station, to wait there until there was more room in the<br />
prison after the executions scheduled for the next morning.<br />
This time he wasn’t alone; two other men shared his cell.<br />
One <strong>of</strong> them was obviously dead drunk, sprawled out on the<br />
floor in the corner. <strong>The</strong> other, sitting on some pieces <strong>of</strong><br />
cardboard, did not even look up when the door opened. By the<br />
look <strong>of</strong> him and the way the soles <strong>of</strong> his feet were not touching<br />
the floor, Malaam concluded that he had received the same<br />
treatment as himself.<br />
“Are you all right, my friend? It will be better after a few<br />
days. Just don’t try to stand on your feet; put them up on the<br />
first crossbars—that helped me.”<br />
“Thank you, thank you. <strong>The</strong>y beat me so hard!” the man<br />
cried bitterly, sobbing like a child.<br />
“Did you punch someone in the military, too?”<br />
“No, I went into a bookstore to rob it with some friends.<br />
When they saw someone coming they ran away without telling<br />
me, and I got caught with my pockets full <strong>of</strong> ball-point pens.”<br />
“What’s your name?”<br />
“Alain.”<br />
Malaam leaned towards him and whispered, “<strong>The</strong> people<br />
here in the south are crazy, Alain!”<br />
8<br />
<strong>The</strong> next morning, the drunk was still in the same position,<br />
but he was now decorated with a pool <strong>of</strong> vomit; Alain sat in<br />
silence. <strong>The</strong> guards entered and started to haul Malaam away<br />
towards the prison.<br />
“Good luck with your trial, my friend!” he murmured,<br />
touching Alain’s shoulder gently.<br />
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“Thank you, northerner; good luck in prison,” replied the<br />
pen thief.<br />
“That’s enough chit-chat!” growled one <strong>of</strong> the guards.<br />
“Come along, you! We’re taking you to your new home!”<br />
<strong>The</strong>y handcuffed him and pushed him into a van to carry<br />
him the scant six hundred meters between the police station and<br />
the prison. <strong>The</strong> vehicle passed the barbed-wire gate into the<br />
men’s area and stopped in front <strong>of</strong> the director's <strong>of</strong>fice. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
pushed him from the vehicle and made him kneel in front <strong>of</strong><br />
the door by means <strong>of</strong> a swift blow from a club to the back <strong>of</strong><br />
his knees.<br />
“Hold still there, you dog; the director will come out to<br />
welcome you. Don’t speak to him unless he tells you to, and<br />
don’t look him in the eye, if you know what’s good for you.”<br />
One guard stepped forward and knocked on the door <strong>of</strong><br />
the building. He went in, and a few seconds later he came back<br />
out, walking behind Captain Bangos, director <strong>of</strong> the prison.<br />
“Well, what have we here? A northerner? Damn, you’re sure<br />
black! Are we treating you okay here in the south, big guy?”<br />
His smile, predominantly golden, threw evil glimmers <strong>of</strong><br />
light into Malaam’s eyes.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> director asked you a question!” He felt the heavy thud<br />
<strong>of</strong> the club on his bruised back.<br />
Malaam felt sick, and tired, worn down by so many beatings<br />
and so much injustice against him. Gathering up his last shreds<br />
<strong>of</strong> pride, he stood up, head and shoulders above the rest <strong>of</strong> the<br />
men. He looked the captain in the eyes, barricaded there behind<br />
shell-rimmed eyeglasses that matched his teeth.<br />
“Who told you to stand up?” barked one <strong>of</strong> the guards.<br />
Malaam didn’t even turn to look at who had shouted at him;<br />
he just gazed into the captain’s tiny eyes behind the shell glasses.<br />
He had killed his first lion at the age <strong>of</strong> fourteen. <strong>The</strong> lineage<br />
<strong>of</strong> his family, all great hunters, went so far back that the elders<br />
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said that his forefathers were the ones who had scratched the<br />
hunting scenes in the secret caves around his region.<br />
<strong>The</strong> captain took his glasses <strong>of</strong>f and leaned towards his<br />
prisoner.<br />
“You and I are going to have lots <strong>of</strong> fun together, you cur.”<br />
9<br />
When the effects <strong>of</strong> the blow he received in the head from<br />
the butt <strong>of</strong> the director’s rifle began to wear <strong>of</strong>f, Malaam awoke<br />
in a windowless cell with a heavy door made <strong>of</strong> acacia wood<br />
and a sort <strong>of</strong> a narrow canal that apparently ran along the back<br />
from one cell to another.<br />
He was in one <strong>of</strong> the punishment cells <strong>of</strong> the squatty<br />
building that the guards referred to as “the shop” because they<br />
had all the necessary tools there to set the inmates straight. It<br />
was just a few meters from the main gallery, which was shared<br />
during the day by both men and women, who were only<br />
separated at night when they were locked into their cells.<br />
Every kind <strong>of</strong> violence was <strong>of</strong>fered up there with greater<br />
frequency and greater regularity than their meals.<br />
<strong>The</strong> slim beam <strong>of</strong> light that slipped through a crack<br />
between two <strong>of</strong> the wooden planks in the door was not enough<br />
for Malaam to have a clear idea <strong>of</strong> the size <strong>of</strong> the space he was<br />
confined in. He couldn’t stand because the corrugated tin ro<strong>of</strong><br />
was too low, but the cell seemed to be about a meter and a half<br />
wide by two meters long, counting the sewer canal. A few pieces<br />
<strong>of</strong> damp cardboard, which served doubly as home to a large<br />
colony <strong>of</strong> cockroaches, was the closest thing to a bed that there<br />
was.<br />
Over the next few days the monotonous sameness <strong>of</strong> his<br />
prison was only broken by the occasional visit <strong>of</strong> a guard to<br />
leave him some unrecognizable lumps that were supposed to be<br />
his food and threats <strong>of</strong> a soon-to-come visit from the captain.<br />
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His eyes slowly adjusted to the scant light, and soon his nose no<br />
longer perceived the rotten stench that shared the cell with him.<br />
Neither his body nor his soul were able to adapt to the<br />
suffocating heat that beat down from the tin ro<strong>of</strong> by day nor to<br />
the damp cold <strong>of</strong> the night, which made his bones ache<br />
painfully after a few weeks in his cell. During those terrible<br />
nights <strong>of</strong> pain and loneliness, the only thing that <strong>of</strong>fered some<br />
relief were the brief periods when he would manage to sleep.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n he would once more be on his native savanna, which he<br />
was so sorry he had ever left.<br />
<strong>The</strong> long hours <strong>of</strong> wakefulness sometimes mixed with his<br />
moments <strong>of</strong> sleep in such a way that he could hardly tell<br />
whether he was awake or asleep. <strong>The</strong> walls <strong>of</strong> his prison would<br />
disappear, and he could see blue sky instead <strong>of</strong> the tin ro<strong>of</strong>ing.<br />
In these trances, he would see his mother gathering sorghum<br />
from the little community plot in their village. He would see<br />
himself accompanying his father on an outing to hunt for<br />
ostriches. <strong>The</strong> sounds <strong>of</strong> the northern winds, the harmatans,<br />
would reach his ears; he would hear the laughing voices <strong>of</strong> his<br />
family members, and the thundering <strong>of</strong> the buffalo as they<br />
crossed the streams that filled Lake Chad.<br />
Soon he also began to notice other sounds—different and<br />
far away, the sounds <strong>of</strong> scratching and <strong>of</strong> broken glass.<br />
Sometimes these sounds came quite near him, as though they<br />
were coming from right there in his cell, and other times it even<br />
seemed to him as though they were coming from the very<br />
center <strong>of</strong> his head and then traveling to his ears from there.<br />
After a time, he began to find that the sounds made a<br />
certain sense, somehow. He chalked it up to the fact that he<br />
could feel his sanity slipping farther and farther away from him,<br />
and he tried to keep his mind busy with memories <strong>of</strong> better<br />
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10<br />
Malaam heard a door open down the hall and the shouts <strong>of</strong><br />
the guards as they shoved another prisoner onto the floor.<br />
“You piece <strong>of</strong> ratshit, let’s see how you like it here!”<br />
<strong>The</strong> blows and the cursing <strong>of</strong> the guards echoed even<br />
louder than the cries <strong>of</strong> the prisoner, as they continued to kick<br />
him and beat him with their clubs.<br />
“Get up! Do you think we are going to carry you to your<br />
cell in our arms?”<br />
<strong>The</strong> mocking laughter <strong>of</strong> the other guards showed their<br />
approval <strong>of</strong> their leader’s joke.<br />
“Yes, Amos wants us to carry him like a baby! Is that it?”<br />
<strong>The</strong> prisoner groaned again as he received another blow.<br />
More laughter.<br />
“That’s right, crawl to your cell, like the dirty rat that you<br />
are!”<br />
He heard the guards coming toward his own cell. For a<br />
moment, he was afraid they would open his door, but they<br />
stopped at the one next to his, the one on his right.<br />
“Look, you’re at home now, you rat! Maybe you’ll learn to<br />
keep your mouth shut! Hey, you, northern dog!” the guard<br />
shouted, kicking at Malaam’s door. “Pretty soon the captain will<br />
come to visit you.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> guards headed towards the outside door once again,<br />
laughing as one <strong>of</strong> them sang an obscene song about the young<br />
girls that they had forced to lie with them.<br />
<strong>The</strong>se southerners were all out <strong>of</strong> their minds, at least the<br />
soldiers were. Either that, or they were very, very evil people.<br />
<strong>The</strong> moans <strong>of</strong> his new companion reached him through the<br />
wall between them.<br />
“Did they break anything?” Malaam asked.<br />
“I don’t think so, not much anyway,” Amos sobbed. “A few<br />
fingers and a couple <strong>of</strong> teeth; it could have been worse.”<br />
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“What happened? Did you hit a guard, or did you try to<br />
escape?”<br />
“No, not at all. I’m not that brave. That’s what has kept me<br />
alive up until now, being docile and cowardly. You must be the<br />
northerner, the one the captain is so anxious to make really<br />
suffer.”<br />
“My name is Malaam. I’m surprised he hasn’t come to give<br />
me another beating yet.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y say he’s saving you for the fellow whose face you<br />
split in two. He’s just s<strong>of</strong>tening you up here in the shop until the<br />
other fellow gets out <strong>of</strong> the hospital. And what’s more, he put<br />
you in the witches’ cell. I’m very sorry, but I think you have a<br />
short and very painful future ahead <strong>of</strong> you.”<br />
“This was the witches’ cell? <strong>The</strong> ones they tried a few weeks<br />
back, just before me?”<br />
“That’s right. <strong>The</strong>y found all three dead the morning after<br />
the trial, when they came to take the oldest one to the firing<br />
squad. <strong>The</strong>y say that the three <strong>of</strong> them took poison to avoid<br />
their sentences. <strong>The</strong> captain made the guards shoot her cadaver<br />
anyway; he said that the law had to be fulfilled.”<br />
“Gods, why did I ever come to the south?”<br />
“To enjoy our famous hospitality, man. Why else?”<br />
<strong>The</strong>y both laughed with a lighter heart than they had<br />
thought possible, considering their circumstances.<br />
“You haven’t told me yet why they brought you here.”<br />
“Because <strong>of</strong> my big mouth. A few days back some<br />
missionaries came, and they were looking us over to see if we<br />
had any unusual illnesses. <strong>The</strong>y gave us vaccines, medicine for<br />
malaria, antibiotics, and things like that.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y also brought along a cleaning crew to clean the<br />
prison cells and take out all the feces that were piling up and<br />
that the rats had been feeding on. <strong>The</strong>y even whitewashed the<br />
walls. At first I was surprised that the guards would let them<br />
come in, even to the common gallery, but as soon as they left,<br />
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the guards came to take all our medicines, and I understood.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y had planned from the start to take everything from us, and<br />
then sell it back to us little by little.<br />
“I was on a day-pass regime; I was allowed to go out and<br />
work, and the captain collected my pay. He does that with a lot<br />
<strong>of</strong> people and makes quite a bit <strong>of</strong> money that way.<br />
“I had <strong>of</strong>ten worked in the gardens <strong>of</strong> these same<br />
missionaries, and for some reason I mentioned to them how the<br />
guards had taken everything they gave us. I asked them not to<br />
say anything, and they didn’t, but a fellow prisoner who was<br />
working there with me must have overheard me talking and told<br />
the guards. So now here I am, a traitor, and the buddy who<br />
turned me in will be working out there, taking my place.”<br />
11<br />
Two days later they took Amos away, after one more<br />
beating, so that he would remember to keep his mouth shut.<br />
<strong>The</strong> impotency and the rage that Malaam felt as he listened to<br />
the screams <strong>of</strong> his companion in misery were so great that it<br />
caused him physical pain. That night, he could not dream <strong>of</strong> his<br />
home; his memories seemed to disintegrate into the darkness <strong>of</strong><br />
his cell.<br />
In the days and nights that followed he became oblivious to<br />
everything except the hatred he felt for his captors. His rage was<br />
more present in his mind than his own consciousness.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sounds <strong>of</strong> shattering glass and <strong>of</strong> scratching seemed<br />
more and more pleasant to him. Sometimes they even seemed<br />
like intelligible words.<br />
His cell door opened.<br />
“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to visit you sooner, northerner. Do<br />
you know how bad you smell?”<br />
<strong>The</strong> young man looked blankly at the captain with his<br />
golden smile, accompanied by three <strong>of</strong> his bulkiest guards.<br />
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“Aren’t you going to say hello? You northerners never had<br />
any manners; the only thing you know how to do right is to die.<br />
You’re the scum <strong>of</strong> the earth, trying to keep our great nation<br />
from reaching the place it deserves in the world. Hit him a little,<br />
to see if he reacts.”<br />
Malaam tried not to scream.<br />
“All right, all right. Put fetters on his feet and hit him a little<br />
more, but don’t take it too far. He has to be in good shape the<br />
day after tomorrow.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> director <strong>of</strong> the prison exited the cell, leaving the guards<br />
behind to fulfill their duty. <strong>The</strong> rusty fetters cut at his skin, but<br />
the renewed rain <strong>of</strong> blows distracted him enough so he couldn’t<br />
feel them.<br />
Once Malaam lost consciousness, the guards left his cell,<br />
but not without urinating on him first. Urinating on the<br />
prisoners was practically the guards’ favorite sport, second only<br />
to raping the females.<br />
He tried not to come back to his senses this time. He just<br />
wanted to let himself go, to end it; but a feeling <strong>of</strong> warmth in<br />
his right hand woke him from his lethargy. When he came to, he<br />
realized that he had his right arm and leg buried in the filth that<br />
rotted in the canal at the back <strong>of</strong> his cell.<br />
<strong>The</strong> warmth that he felt in his hand had not been his<br />
imagination nor an effect <strong>of</strong> the repeated blows to his head. He<br />
pulled his limbs from the muddy filth and opened his hand.<br />
Under a crust <strong>of</strong> slime, he saw a little cloth packet, so small that<br />
it fit into his closed fist. He brought it close to the crack in the<br />
door to see it better, and untied the knot to examine the<br />
contents. It was a red grigri.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sound <strong>of</strong> breaking glass filled his cell, or filled his head;<br />
he wasn’t sure which.<br />
That little leather pouch the size <strong>of</strong> a walnut was an object<br />
<strong>of</strong> greater or lesser power, depending on who had created it and<br />
what spells they had used. <strong>The</strong> ones that were this color usually<br />
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either contained or called up spirits, either good or evil,<br />
whatever was needed. But this one in particular gave <strong>of</strong>f a weak,<br />
reddish light, which pulsed in his hand like a recently extracted<br />
heart. He felt the urgent impulse to throw it back into the mud.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n the sounds began to take shape in his head,<br />
transforming themselves into a polyphony <strong>of</strong> voices that<br />
sounded like shattering crystal, at first transmitting basic<br />
concepts such as cold, hunger, pain, fear, and loss, then words,<br />
and then finally intelligible phrases, deep within his mind.<br />
“Your pain is great, Malaam. We can feel it.”<br />
“Who are you? Have I finally gone completely mad?”<br />
“Your mind is not sick, Malaam; it is only in pain.”<br />
He sat on the floor and formed a bowl shape with his two<br />
huge hands to gently hold the grigri.<br />
“Who are you? Are you djins?”<br />
“We are the ones who are present; we are the ones who are<br />
left.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong> ones who are present where?”<br />
“We are the ones who are where we are. <strong>The</strong>re is nothing<br />
more left; everything has been consumed, devoured, savored.”<br />
“Why are you talking with me? What do you want from<br />
me?”<br />
“We have sensed pain and rage, first the women’s and now<br />
yours. Both are powerful forces which have guided us here to<br />
you. But we cannot come through on our own; you must open<br />
the door and let us come in.”<br />
“What for? This is a prison; I don’t think you want to come<br />
here.”<br />
“Here in the shadow it is cold, and we are hungry. Where<br />
you are there is warmth and much to feed on.”<br />
“But the grigri is warm.”<br />
“We are not inside <strong>of</strong> it; it is only a key so that we can cross<br />
over. You are our door. If you help us, we will help you.”<br />
“No! You are demons!”<br />
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He threw the object back into the sewer. <strong>The</strong> sounds<br />
stopped, and after a great while, overcome by pain and<br />
weariness, he fell asleep.<br />
12<br />
<strong>The</strong> transition from consciousness to unconsciousness and<br />
back again was beginning to be frequent.<br />
<strong>The</strong> reddish light <strong>of</strong> sunset that filtered in through the<br />
crack in the door outlined the silhouette <strong>of</strong> a cylinder about a<br />
cubit and a half tall by a cubit in circumference. It was a stump,<br />
a big chunk <strong>of</strong> wood.<br />
He passed his fingertips over the surface, reading the<br />
different cuts in it, at different depths and angles. It was a<br />
chopping block, the kind butchers used, stained with dried<br />
blood. He took his hand away<br />
<strong>The</strong>y left it here for me to see, so that I will know what they plan to do<br />
to me.<br />
He heard sounds coming from the object he had thrown<br />
back into the filth at the rear <strong>of</strong> his cell.<br />
Malaam sat on the chopping block. He had not been able to<br />
sit down on anything for a very long time; nothing except the<br />
floor <strong>of</strong> his cell. He looked at the hand that had touched the<br />
wood and saw that it was stained with blood. He stood quickly,<br />
cursing to himself.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sounds were more and more insistent. Frightened as to<br />
what his near future was to be, he knew that he had nothing to<br />
lose. He pushed his hand into the ditch to pull out the leather<br />
talisman once more.<br />
“You have come back to us. We frightened you, but that<br />
was not our intention.”<br />
“Will you help me?”<br />
“Yes, we know what they want to do to you. We can sense<br />
their evil.”<br />
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“What do I need to do?”<br />
“You must swallow the key; that way we can come out<br />
through you. We will try not to take much <strong>of</strong> you with us, but<br />
you will feel very weak. Perhaps something else will take<br />
advantage <strong>of</strong> your weakness to come into you.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>n what will happen?”<br />
“We will take whoever you tell us to.”<br />
“What do you mean, whoever I tell you to?”<br />
“Those are the laws <strong>of</strong> balance. Someone on your side must<br />
decide who we bring over to our side.”<br />
He heard the creak <strong>of</strong> the shop door.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y are coming for you, Malaam. <strong>The</strong>ir hatred and their<br />
evil are powerful. You must hurry.”<br />
“All right. Take the guards with you. All <strong>of</strong> them.”<br />
“As you say; now let us come through.”<br />
“What will you do with them?”<br />
“Whatever your hatred tells us to.”<br />
He heard the steps <strong>of</strong> several men approaching his cell. He<br />
looked at the object for a moment; it was glowing more brightly<br />
than ever, due to the excitement <strong>of</strong> those who were waiting at<br />
the other side <strong>of</strong> the door it contained. He yanked it <strong>of</strong>f <strong>of</strong> the<br />
string where it usually hung, and he pushed it down his throat<br />
with his fingers. <strong>The</strong> door <strong>of</strong> his cell opened as he tried to keep<br />
from throwing up.<br />
Two men entered. <strong>The</strong>y were soldiers, not prison guards.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y jumped onto him, grabbing his arms. He was too weak to<br />
defend himself. As soon as they had him down, the lieutenant<br />
he had knocked the teeth out <strong>of</strong> walked in. It seemed as though<br />
it had all happened in another lifetime.<br />
<strong>The</strong> lieutenant’s face was still swollen from the operations<br />
on his jaw and teeth. Screws stuck out <strong>of</strong> his skin at several<br />
points along his jawbone, holding together the metal bands<br />
which were trying to keep everything in place as he healed. He<br />
was wearing an old, worn butcher’s apron, stained with the<br />
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blood <strong>of</strong> many creatures slaughtered before him. In his right<br />
hand the lieutenant carried a machete whose shiny edge had<br />
been honed with care.<br />
<strong>The</strong> lieutenant didn’t seem able to open his mouth, but with<br />
a huffing sound he made through his wired-together teeth, he<br />
indicated to his men that they should bring Malaam over to the<br />
chopping block.<br />
Malaam tried to scream, but the pouch was still caught in<br />
his throat, and he could only open his mouth without making a<br />
sound. He must have only imagined the voices, the grigri; he was<br />
going to be chopped to pieces, bit by bit.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> lieutenant,” said the soldier on his right, “has asked<br />
me to tell you that there are two pieces <strong>of</strong> news for you, one<br />
good and one bad. <strong>The</strong> good news is that last night you escaped<br />
from prison, and you haven’t been found. <strong>The</strong> bad news is that<br />
it isn’t true.”<br />
Something that sounded like a snort <strong>of</strong> laughter came from<br />
between Lieutenant B<strong>of</strong>ana’s tightly wired teeth, splattering<br />
saliva on Malaam and on those who were holding him down.<br />
Malaam managed to swallow. Nothing happened.<br />
Another huffing sound indicated to the soldiers that they<br />
should put the young man’s right arm on the chopping block.<br />
<strong>The</strong> machete rose into the air and paused there for a fraction <strong>of</strong><br />
a second.<br />
In that instant, Malaam suffered a great convulsion, so<br />
violent that it took the soldiers by surprise and they released<br />
their grip on him. His arm was no longer on the block when the<br />
machete came furiously down.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y all jumped away from him as he lay there, face up, his<br />
back arching in a gruesome, unnatural contortion. He felt an<br />
excruciating pain, as though he were being torn apart, as though<br />
he were burning from the inside out; a bright light flashed from<br />
his mouth, now open so wide that it seemed his jaws would<br />
come unhinged.<br />
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As the three military <strong>of</strong>ficials stumbled over each other<br />
trying to get out <strong>of</strong> the cell, the light streaming from his mouth<br />
took the form <strong>of</strong> thousands <strong>of</strong> tiny pieces <strong>of</strong> crystal, dark<br />
crystal, like obsidian, and just as sharp.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sound <strong>of</strong> shattering glass filled the whole room. <strong>The</strong><br />
hungry cloud <strong>of</strong> splinters, already half as large as the cell itself,<br />
began to spin so fast that it was impossible to identify single<br />
pieces.<br />
Malaam watched as the cloud turned on the soldiers and<br />
their lieutenant. <strong>The</strong>ir clothes, their flesh, and their internal<br />
organs were all shredded by the splinters within seconds, while<br />
their skeletons, stripped completely clean, bounced around<br />
within the cloud for a few moments longer before being<br />
reduced to dust. Not a drop <strong>of</strong> blood touched the floor. Only<br />
the screws and metal bands and wires from the lieutenant’s<br />
mouth fell to earth.<br />
<strong>The</strong> cloud, which had now grown a great deal in size,<br />
disappeared from the northerner’s view and headed out <strong>of</strong> the<br />
shop, ripping the door from its hinges as it went, and on down<br />
to where the rest <strong>of</strong> the feast it so desired awaited it.<br />
Almost unable to move, Malaam leaned against the wall as<br />
the cries <strong>of</strong> terror from the rest <strong>of</strong> the guards and <strong>of</strong> the<br />
prisoners who were witnessing the spectacle grew louder and<br />
louder.<br />
13<br />
Bangos, the murderer, the torturer, the disgraced captain,<br />
was in his private <strong>of</strong>fice at prison headquarters. <strong>The</strong> air<br />
conditioning, in spite <strong>of</strong> being turned on full blast, barely<br />
cooled the room. Tall stacks <strong>of</strong> papers <strong>cover</strong>ed his desk and<br />
robbed him <strong>of</strong> most <strong>of</strong> his time.<br />
To see himself reduced to a mere paper-pusher with no real<br />
power beyond the walls <strong>of</strong> the prison infuriated him and filled<br />
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him with a deep frustration. This was how they repaid him for<br />
his service in the northern purges! But at least he had his<br />
executions.<br />
And now, by chance, for whatever reason, he had his hands<br />
on this northerner and a white man within reach as well, the<br />
one who had gotten away from him at the checkpoint that time<br />
when he was sent up north to “calm down” that village.<br />
<strong>The</strong> witches had been fun. It was a shame that they had<br />
taken their own lives; he could have gotten a lot more sport out<br />
<strong>of</strong> them. He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator; it was localmade,<br />
strong and thick.<br />
It was too bad that he had had to turn over the northerner,<br />
but that son <strong>of</strong> a bitch B<strong>of</strong>ana was a good friend and a<br />
campaign brother. He smiled as he remembered how good his<br />
friend was at chopping people to pieces. He would drop by the<br />
shop to see how things were going. <strong>The</strong>re was no rush; B<strong>of</strong>ana<br />
would probably make it last all day long.<br />
It had taken him a while to realize who the white man was.<br />
He had only seen him from a distance, through the sight <strong>of</strong> his<br />
sniper’s rifle, and it had been years before. But a few weeks ago<br />
he had seen him again—him, and his wife, and his team <strong>of</strong><br />
workers, with their air <strong>of</strong> great white saviors, coming to check<br />
on the health <strong>of</strong> the garbage that occupied his prison.<br />
<strong>The</strong> beatings that his guards had given that fellow Amos,<br />
who worked in the missionary’s gardens, had been the reason<br />
for the white man to request a meeting with the director <strong>of</strong> the<br />
prison afterwards.<br />
<strong>The</strong> director had accepted at once; it was perfect. <strong>The</strong><br />
image <strong>of</strong> the bearded man’s car raising a cloud <strong>of</strong> dust as it<br />
drove <strong>of</strong>f down the road still bothered him occasionally. It<br />
would be easy enough to have one <strong>of</strong> the inmates stab him<br />
when he came to the appointment.<br />
He turned the radio on to listen to the sportscast.<br />
Cameroon had whipped Algiers badly in an important match,<br />
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with a hefty five to zero. That would teach those shitty Moors a<br />
lesson!<br />
He thought he heard some shouting above the wild<br />
cheering <strong>of</strong> the enthusiastic sportscasters, but the idea <strong>of</strong><br />
leaving his air-conditioned <strong>of</strong>fice on a day like this seemed<br />
unbearable.<br />
<strong>The</strong> noise grew louder, and he finally decided to go out to<br />
see what was happening.<br />
He turned the radio <strong>of</strong>f. <strong>The</strong>re was a burst <strong>of</strong> submachine<br />
gunshots, and then another, followed by terrible screams.<br />
Something serious must be happening. He took his revolver<br />
from his desk drawer.<br />
Just as he walked around from behind his desk towards the<br />
door, it was violently flung open. Something came in through<br />
the doorway along with the shouting from outside. A strange<br />
cloud suddenly filled most <strong>of</strong> his <strong>of</strong>fice.<br />
<strong>The</strong> door slammed shut with the same violence with which<br />
it had opened. He backed into the only corner <strong>of</strong> the room that<br />
had not yet been filled with the noisy presence, lifted his<br />
revolver, and fired.<br />
<strong>The</strong> cloud swirled so close to him that it was just a palm’s<br />
width from his face. He could see that it was made up <strong>of</strong><br />
thousands <strong>of</strong> dark glass splinters, which spun and turned in<br />
whirls <strong>of</strong> various speeds. He fired once more, with the same<br />
ineffectiveness.<br />
Before him, the swirling glass took the form <strong>of</strong> something<br />
that looked like a face.<br />
“Hello, Bangos.” <strong>The</strong> strange voiced scratched at his<br />
eardrums. “We have brought you greetings from three good<br />
friends <strong>of</strong> ours.”<br />
“What do you want from me? What the devil are you?”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re is a great deal <strong>of</strong> evil in you; we will savor it very,<br />
very slowly.”<br />
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<strong>The</strong> cries <strong>of</strong> the captain were heard for several long<br />
minutes. No one thought even for a second <strong>of</strong> running in to<br />
save him.<br />
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Chapter 3<br />
Fanya<br />
1<br />
A contraction, a dull pain that threatened to split her in two.<br />
She had helped her grandmother with dozens <strong>of</strong> births, but<br />
Simone was no longer here to help her with hers. <strong>The</strong> death <strong>of</strong><br />
Simone six months ago had not only taken her only family from<br />
her, but her grandmother had also been one <strong>of</strong> the best<br />
midwives in the region, and it would have been so helpful to<br />
have her here now to help with this birthing, which looked like<br />
it was going to be complicated.<br />
Kenguele was not there with her either, and she was<br />
tremendously sad for that.<br />
That afternoon a powerful force—a new, unfamiliar instinct<br />
—had guided her here. She had prepared a bundle with everything<br />
that was needed to assist at a birthing, and she left towards<br />
N’Long, the little neighborhood <strong>of</strong> the outcasts, where her few<br />
true friends lived, in search <strong>of</strong> the help that she knew no one in<br />
the village would give her. Had it not been for Malaam and<br />
Alice, the woman who had been living with him for the past<br />
several weeks, she would now be giving birth alone.<br />
<strong>The</strong> pregnancy had been hellish; her body seemed to refuse<br />
any food except fish and algae, preferably raw or nearly so. She<br />
had devoured enormous amounts <strong>of</strong> these two foods. Malaam<br />
had been taking the fish to her house in secret so that others<br />
would not notice; she had no need for yet more gossip and<br />
rumors about her.<br />
“Everything will be fine, my daughter; just breathe deeply,<br />
and push when I tell you. Your body will do the rest.”<br />
“Something’s not right, Alice! It’s too soon!”<br />
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It was true—not even half <strong>of</strong> a year had passed since she<br />
and Kenguele had made love, that first and only time, in the<br />
shallows <strong>of</strong> the mangrove swamp.<br />
“Push!”<br />
It was impossible that her child could have fully developed<br />
in such a short time.<br />
She pushed with all her strength, frantically reviewing<br />
mentally all the complicated births in which her grandmother’s<br />
skill had made the only difference between life and death for the<br />
mothers as well as for their children.<br />
In Longhee everyone had begun to whisper behind her<br />
back. She was certainly not the first young unmarried girl who<br />
had been impregnated, even that same year, but these rumors<br />
had some most unusual tints coloring them. <strong>The</strong> pig farmer’s<br />
wife and her oldest son, Mathieu, had been whispering peculiar<br />
stories to the old women <strong>of</strong> the village. It would seem that<br />
Mathieu had once seen a mysterious being with her, but he<br />
could not see it clearly, as he did not dare to get too close. And<br />
his mother, undoubtedly with the help <strong>of</strong> the marabout,<br />
embellished his stories with certain legends <strong>of</strong> the mamiwatas.<br />
“Puuuuuush!!”<br />
Malaam, meanwhile, waited at the water’s edge, so nervous<br />
he was hardly able to contain himself.<br />
“I can see its head; just one more push!”<br />
<strong>The</strong> head crowned, and the baby came out swiftly.<br />
“How is it? Is it all right?”<br />
“It’s a big, beautiful baby boy! He looks as though he were a<br />
full nine-month term baby! But what the. . .? Malaam!”<br />
He hobbled over as fast as his maimed limbs would carry<br />
him, looking discretely down towards the ground.<br />
“What is it, Alice?”<br />
“You’re going to have to help me.”<br />
“What is it, Alice?” This time is was Fanya’s frantic<br />
question. “Is there something wrong with the baby?”<br />
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“No, child, no! It’s just that there’s another one coming!”<br />
“What shall I do?” asked Malaam.<br />
“Here, hold this one; keep him face down in case he<br />
swallowed some liquid, and try to make him cry.”<br />
“That shouldn’t be a problem! Children usually cry as soon<br />
as they see me coming! If he just opens his eyes and looks at<br />
me, I’m sure he’ll cry! No, seriously—I’ve helped deliver little<br />
ones before, and we always do this.”<br />
Malaam sat on the ground with his back to the women;<br />
holding the newborn face down, he gave him pats on his little<br />
buttocks. Another contraction made Fanya cry out.<br />
“I’ve got it! I mean, I’ve got her! It’s a girl! And she’s nearly<br />
as large as her brother.”<br />
“Malaam, make him cry!”<br />
“I’m trying, but it isn't working. Give me a minute.”<br />
A transformation came over Fanya; it was as though she<br />
were assisting at another birth instead <strong>of</strong> giving birth herself,<br />
and with her habitual authority she began to give orders from<br />
the mat where she lay.<br />
“Alice, give me my daughter; I’ll cut the cord. You take the<br />
boy the way I explained earlier and try to get him to react.”<br />
Alice took the baby boy from Malaam’s arms and gave him<br />
several vigorous slaps to the buttocks.<br />
“He’s not crying!”<br />
“<strong>The</strong> girl isn’t, either. Keep trying! Hold him by the legs,<br />
and keep swatting him! Come on, come on!”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y need water! <strong>The</strong>y need water!” shouted Malaam<br />
suddenly. “<strong>The</strong>y need water! We need to put them into the<br />
water!”<br />
“What are you saying, Malaam? Why would we put them<br />
into the water?”<br />
“Do you remember when we found Kenguele? Your<br />
grandmother made us put him in the water at once. Maybe<br />
something like that is going on with the babies, and they need<br />
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water. That must be why when you came to fetch us that you<br />
told me you felt like you needed to come here!”<br />
“You’re right! Alice! Wade out into the water, out to the<br />
sunken boat! That’s where we kept their father until he had<br />
re<strong>cover</strong>ed. Don’t worry, it’s less than a meter deep there.”<br />
Alice went over and got the little girl, and with one baby in<br />
each arm, she waded through the water to the boat.<br />
“Put them underwater for a few seconds.”<br />
Malaam's companion gently knelt down on the sea floor.<br />
<strong>The</strong> water, cool at this time <strong>of</strong> year, reached to her chin.<br />
As soon as they were submerged, the babies began to<br />
wiggle and squirm. For a moment, she thought she saw a dim<br />
glow <strong>of</strong> light coming from their little bodies, but that was<br />
impossible. It must have been the way the evening sunlight<br />
reflected in the water.<br />
She lifted the infants back out immediately. Water ran from<br />
their mouths and noses, and loud wails filled the air with hope.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y’re crying! <strong>The</strong>y’re breathing! Thank the spirits!”<br />
“And thank you, Malaam! <strong>The</strong>y would have died if you<br />
hadn’t realized what we needed to do!”<br />
Alice struggled back to shore, trying to keep the little ones<br />
from falling as they wiggled energetically in her arms.<br />
“Bring them to me! I didn’t even get a good look at them<br />
yet!”<br />
In spite <strong>of</strong> her curiosity, Alice did not ask anything about<br />
Kenguele nor whether dipping the newborns underwater that<br />
way was something that was normally done in that part <strong>of</strong> the<br />
country. She had learned the hard way, a long time ago, not to<br />
ask too many questions.<br />
“You have two beautiful children.”<br />
Fanya sat up as far as she could and cradled her little ones<br />
in her arms. As soon as they felt themselves next to her, the<br />
babies opened their eyes wide and suddenly stopped their<br />
crying. Two tiny sets <strong>of</strong> eyes, exact copies <strong>of</strong> the green eyes that<br />
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belonged to the man she loved—but that she feared she would<br />
never see again—looked at her steadily.<br />
2<br />
Malaam lit a fire. Fanya wouldn’t be ready to return home at<br />
least until tomorrow. Alice had brought along several cloths,<br />
which she was washing now. She made Fanya comfortable, and<br />
the little ones set about to suckle their mother’s breasts with<br />
gusto.<br />
Alice, his dear Alice.<br />
<strong>The</strong> day that they met, he had just gotten back from the<br />
woods, rolling a large section <strong>of</strong> log ahead <strong>of</strong> him down the<br />
road. After much searching, he had found an ebony log with<br />
almost no light-colored veins. Songo, the ebony carver, paid him<br />
well for that kind <strong>of</strong> wood. Tourists loved the figures that he<br />
sold at the marketplace in the nearby city <strong>of</strong> Kribi.<br />
Malaam was exhausted but very happy. Ebony was so dense<br />
that it was the only wood known that would not float in water;<br />
this piece <strong>of</strong> log must weigh at least a hundred and forty kilos.<br />
Rolling it from the woods to N’Long was a titanic task that few<br />
could have accomplished even with all their limbs intact.<br />
He was just a few shoves from his hut when he saw her, a<br />
small, slim figure carrying a bundle on her head, walking down<br />
the road towards him. She had almost reached the huts that<br />
made up his neighborhood. When they neared each other he<br />
looked up from his four-legged position and decided to greet<br />
her.<br />
“Good day, Madame. What brings you to our neighborhood<br />
on this beautiful day?”<br />
“It’s been a while since anyone has called me Madame,<br />
good Sir! Where are you going with that piece <strong>of</strong> log?”<br />
“Right here, I live right here in this hut; you’ll notice that<br />
nearly the entire ro<strong>of</strong> is made <strong>of</strong> tin!”<br />
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“It looks like a fine house, indeed!”<br />
“Oh, it is! But I’m still curious as to what brings you here.<br />
If you were from around here you would know that this is not a<br />
very respectable neighborhood, according to the villagers.”<br />
“At least it seems that its inhabitants greet strangers who<br />
pass by. You don’t look like you’re from around here, either.”<br />
“I’m a northerner, from the Peul tribe, to be exact. My name<br />
is Malaam; forgive me for not <strong>of</strong>fering you my hand.”<br />
“Do you think I’m not worthy <strong>of</strong> a handshake?”<br />
“That’s not it at all; it’s just that since much <strong>of</strong> my hand is<br />
missing, people don’t generally want to shake hands with me.”<br />
Alice, insistent, held out her right hand firmly towards him.<br />
“Well, my name is Alice; I am traveling through, although<br />
I’m not sure where I am headed yet.”<br />
Malaam stood up on his knees and shook the hand she held<br />
out to him.<br />
“It’s a pleasure, Madame Alice. I was just going to make<br />
some c<strong>of</strong>fee, and I think a friend may have left some fresh<br />
bread in my house.”<br />
“Do you mind if I help you push this monster log the rest<br />
<strong>of</strong> the way?”<br />
She had been walking for days, sleeping at the side <strong>of</strong> the<br />
road, and judging by the speed with which she finished <strong>of</strong>f the<br />
c<strong>of</strong>fee and the half loaf <strong>of</strong> bread that Fanya had left at<br />
Malaam’s house, she had not eaten much along the way.<br />
Her story was that <strong>of</strong> thousands <strong>of</strong> women who had the<br />
misfortune <strong>of</strong> being repudiated because they were sterile. Her<br />
family, dishonored by this terrible fault, wanted nothing to do<br />
with her, and her husband had asked for the return <strong>of</strong> his entire<br />
dowry. No one would ever marry her now, and unfortunately,<br />
hers was destined to be a path <strong>of</strong> mere subsistence, working at<br />
jobs that no one wanted, or selling herself in exchange for a bite<br />
to eat.<br />
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Malaam told her about his time in prison, omitting certain<br />
details about how the guards had disappeared, and they each<br />
dis<strong>cover</strong>ed in the other someone who had been treated roughly<br />
by life and yet maintained their capacity to find happiness in life<br />
and the desire to make others happy as well. That night, and the<br />
next, and the next after that, Alice stayed with Malaam and<br />
shared his bed.<br />
3<br />
“What do you mean I have to leave?” exclaimed Fanya.<br />
“This was my grandmother’s house, and her parents’ before<br />
her!”<br />
<strong>The</strong> old chief, Monsieur Ngoma, was uncomfortable about<br />
the situation, and glanced over at his marabout for support. Bilal<br />
nodded gravely.<br />
“Women may not inherit; it’s the law. <strong>The</strong> house will be<br />
sold.”<br />
“And it will end up belonging to the pig farmer! He is the<br />
richest person in the village, and he has you by the balls!”<br />
“Don’t you dare speak to the chief that way, woman, or you<br />
will get a beating!”<br />
“I don’t remember inviting you into my house, Bilal the<br />
Great! I know that you are great only in your betrayals, and that<br />
you destroyed your own father’s reputation so that you could be<br />
named marabout in his place!”<br />
“I should have you whipped in the village square!”<br />
“Calm down, Bilal.” the chief ordered. He turned to the<br />
young woman. “I’m sorry, Fanya, but you must leave the house.<br />
I’ll give you one more week, in honor <strong>of</strong> Simone’s memory.”<br />
“She will come with me.” <strong>The</strong>y all jumped and turned<br />
towards the door, looking for the origin <strong>of</strong> the resounding deep<br />
voice. “I’m down here.”<br />
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“You damned northern leper! How dare you startle us like<br />
that?”<br />
“Shut your mouth, you young witch! You know very well<br />
that I’m not afraid <strong>of</strong> you. Get out <strong>of</strong> here, before my ax helps<br />
you find those spirits that you are always looking for.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> witchdoctor took one look at the ax firmly strapped to<br />
the cripple’s right arm and strode out <strong>of</strong> the hut, trying not to<br />
brush against the leper as he passed, leaving the chief alone<br />
with Fanya, her children, and Malaam.<br />
<strong>The</strong> chief spoke again. “Look, you know how sorry I am<br />
about this whole situation. You may have one <strong>of</strong> the huts in<br />
N’long.”<br />
“Your generosity is overwhelming, Chief Ngoma,” replied<br />
Fanya icily.<br />
<strong>The</strong> twins, with their enormous, strange eyes, stared at the<br />
chief in silence from their crib. As he glanced at them uneasily,<br />
Ngoma felt a chill run down his spine.<br />
“Besides, you know how people talk,” he continued. “<strong>The</strong>y<br />
say that you had an affair with a sea spirit, and the color <strong>of</strong> your<br />
children’s eyes. . . It just isn’t normal.”<br />
“Get out <strong>of</strong> my house, Chief, and tell your wife to go tell<br />
that damned m’bok, Madame Oyono, that she can be happy now,<br />
because at last you have thrown us out <strong>of</strong> our home.”<br />
“Don’t worry yourself, child,” Malaam assured her. “In<br />
N’long we take care <strong>of</strong> our own. You and your grandmother<br />
have always helped us. You’ll be better <strong>of</strong>f there than you are<br />
here, with so much gossip and so much wanting things to<br />
appear as they are not.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> chief mumbled a last “I’m sorry,” as he went out the<br />
door.<br />
4<br />
While not all the inhabitants <strong>of</strong> Longhee agreed with the<br />
expulsion <strong>of</strong> Fanya to N’long, no one raised their voice in her<br />
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defense, for fear <strong>of</strong> angering the pig farmer, or the chief, not to<br />
mention the marabout. <strong>The</strong> silence <strong>of</strong> good people always<br />
empowers idiots and bullies.<br />
<strong>With</strong> her two children, Ciel and Etienne, tied to her back<br />
and a borrowed wheelbarrow, Fanya made several trips back and<br />
forth from the village to the neighborhood that would be her<br />
new home. Alice and Malaam helped her as much as they could,<br />
and between the three <strong>of</strong> them they fixed up the dilapidated hut<br />
that in his infinite generosity the chief had assigned to her.<br />
Over the years that followed her children grew strong and<br />
healthy. Alice and Malaam were like grandparents to the little<br />
ones, and as loving as parents towards Fanya.<br />
For months and months Fanya would walk down to the<br />
water almost every day with her two babies, hoping that<br />
somehow, someday, Kenguele would return to her.<br />
As one season followed another, she stopped going down<br />
to the sea, except on the nights when she needed to collect algae<br />
and gorgonias. <strong>The</strong> mere sight <strong>of</strong> the sea, its sounds, the smell<br />
<strong>of</strong> it in the air, brought back memories that had once been<br />
sweet but that had now turned as bitter as gall to her heart.<br />
Her character grew sour; in spite <strong>of</strong> still helping others and<br />
trying her best to be a good mother, she could find no<br />
happiness in anything she did. Many times the idea would come<br />
to her to make one last visit to the sea, wading in farther and<br />
farther until she disappeared, until she simply dissolved, and the<br />
thought was very powerful. Only her sense <strong>of</strong> responsibility<br />
kept her alive at those times. That and a faint ray <strong>of</strong> hope,<br />
which, even though she didn’t realize it, still flickered in some<br />
small corner <strong>of</strong> her soul, waiting for an excuse to burn brightly<br />
once more.<br />
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Chapter 4<br />
<strong>The</strong> White Van<br />
1<br />
<strong>The</strong> dirt road stretched out like a long red scar in front <strong>of</strong><br />
the Japanese-made family van, once white but now the same<br />
color as the dust that it stirred up in stubborn dense clouds,<br />
seemingly reluctant to settle back down to the ground.<br />
<strong>The</strong> baboons moved parsimoniously out <strong>of</strong> the vehicle’s<br />
path, waiting until it was practically on top <strong>of</strong> them before they<br />
started to get out <strong>of</strong> the way, as though they were a bunch <strong>of</strong><br />
kids playing chicken on the railroad tracks. As soon as they were<br />
<strong>of</strong>f <strong>of</strong> the road, they looked back at the van with baleful gazes<br />
and scolded the intruders, showing their sharp fangs.<br />
Here and there, the road was spotted with the mortal<br />
remains <strong>of</strong> a thin layer <strong>of</strong> asphalt, which had once been laid out<br />
on certain routes in the region on the occasion <strong>of</strong> a long-ago<br />
visit <strong>of</strong> some European dignitary. <strong>The</strong> crusty ridges, composed<br />
<strong>of</strong> a mixture <strong>of</strong> gravel and sugar-cane based asphalt, made the<br />
van lurch along, much to the delight <strong>of</strong> its youngest occupants.<br />
<strong>The</strong> driver was in his late forties and sported a heavy, gray<br />
beard that had once been so black that it almost looked blue. He<br />
found much less pleasure in the lurching; over his years <strong>of</strong><br />
traveling on these rough jungle roads he had lost count <strong>of</strong> the<br />
bent wheel rims and shattered shock absorbers he had had to<br />
deal with, ever since he and his physician wife had left Nanka,<br />
where they had spent several years as directors <strong>of</strong> a large<br />
hospital.<br />
At least this western region <strong>of</strong> the country was more stable<br />
than where they had first worked, in the north, close to the<br />
border with Chad. Back then, Dr. Lagarde had been in his<br />
twenties, and hadn’t yet met his future wife, who was almost<br />
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fifteen years younger than himself. All their friends said they<br />
were crazy to stay and raise their four children in the middle <strong>of</strong><br />
Africa.<br />
This was the first time in many months that they had taken<br />
a few days <strong>of</strong>f, and they had decided to spend the short vacation<br />
with their four youngsters at a little hotel by the beach on the<br />
western coast. <strong>With</strong> a bit <strong>of</strong> effort they could already catch<br />
glimpses <strong>of</strong> sunlight reflecting <strong>of</strong>f the sea whenever there was a<br />
break in the dense vegetation along the roadside.<br />
<strong>The</strong> van had three rows <strong>of</strong> seats. In the center row there<br />
was a dark-haired girl about eight years old and twin boys just a<br />
year younger. <strong>The</strong> three <strong>of</strong> them were jumping around,<br />
bouncing and laughing with each bump and curve in the road.<br />
<strong>The</strong> back seat was occupied by a solitary traveler, a boy four<br />
years older than his sister, who kept his head buried in a<br />
superhero comic book, slightly annoyed by the games and<br />
chatter <strong>of</strong> his younger siblings.<br />
At the end <strong>of</strong> a straight stretch <strong>of</strong> highway ahead <strong>of</strong> them,<br />
they saw a small group <strong>of</strong> humble dwellings standing next to a<br />
faded sign indicating their turn onto a side road. After a brief<br />
discussion they decided to stop here and stretch their legs.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was a little stand by the road, consisting <strong>of</strong> a slab <strong>of</strong><br />
wood resting on some large plastic water containers, shaded by<br />
a little ro<strong>of</strong> made <strong>of</strong> palm leaves. Sitting on the ground next to<br />
the hut farthest from the road, there was a young fisherman<br />
busy at work repairing his nets.<br />
<strong>The</strong> white lady who stepped out <strong>of</strong> the van was dressed in a<br />
blue print cloth such as the native women wore; her hair was<br />
pulled back in a thick pony tail, and she sported a pair <strong>of</strong> large<br />
sunglasses. As soon as her foot touched the ground, she was<br />
followed by the twins, who tumbled out the side door <strong>of</strong> the<br />
van, spinning ahead <strong>of</strong> her like a matching set <strong>of</strong> white<br />
whirlwinds, coming to a halt when they reached the shaded<br />
stand.<br />
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From the same door the dark-haired girl emerged; she<br />
looked like a smaller-scaled version <strong>of</strong> her mother, except that<br />
she wasn’t wearing sunglasses. She had big, brown eyes filled<br />
with infinite curiosity.<br />
Although the mother was only interested in obtaining some<br />
roasted peanuts, the two whirlwinds clamored at the top <strong>of</strong><br />
their lungs, “Hausa candies, Hausa candies, Hausa candies!”<br />
Two little girls, carbon copies <strong>of</strong> each other and apparently<br />
both autistic, observed them solemnly from the woven raffia<br />
mat they were sitting on, a few paces behind the stand. <strong>The</strong><br />
whirlwinds noticed them, and curious to see another set <strong>of</strong><br />
twins, they went over to try to play with the girls. A young<br />
woman <strong>of</strong> about seventeen sat watching them.<br />
“Hello, Ma’am. May we play with the little girls?” the<br />
whirlwinds asked at the same time.<br />
“Hello, my dears. You may try, but I’m afraid they only play<br />
inside their own heads.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> boys hardly listened to her answer—all their attention<br />
was on the girls, who looked to be somewhat younger than<br />
themselves. And then a strange thing happened—the twin girls<br />
stood up, took each other by the hand, and set their usually<br />
absent gaze directly on the little white visitors, looking intently<br />
into their eyes.<br />
“What do you know!” the young woman exclaimed. “<strong>The</strong>y<br />
won’t even look me in the eye!”<br />
Meanwhile, boys’ mother was finishing up her purchase at<br />
the little stand.<br />
“What beautiful girls! Are they yours?” she asked the<br />
woman as she wrapped the peanuts and candies.<br />
“No, they belong to my friend, Marie; she’s gone to the<br />
village with her friend, Malik, who’s blind. My daughter Ciel<br />
helps her watch them.”<br />
“Do you have any medical attention available to you here?”<br />
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“I am the medical attention here, Ma’am; if you need<br />
anything, at my house I have excellent potions, termites to close<br />
wounds with, disinfecting creams, and healing ointments.”<br />
“I see that you are very well prepared. If you need anything,<br />
we have a mission near hear; you may say that Dr. Martine<br />
Lagarde sent you.”<br />
“That’s very kind <strong>of</strong> you, Ma’am. I know where the mission<br />
is.”<br />
“How much do I owe you?”<br />
“It will be one hundred francs for the peanuts; the Hausa<br />
candies are my gift for your little ones. Your boys are the only<br />
children who I have ever seen try to play with Marie’s girls.”<br />
“Well, thank you very much, but I was thinking. . . Please go<br />
ahead and wrap up all <strong>of</strong> your roasted peanuts for me; my<br />
children love them.”<br />
A smile <strong>of</strong> mutual understanding darted between the eyes<br />
<strong>of</strong> the doctor and those <strong>of</strong> the healer.<br />
“It must be because they are all twins; we Bamun have<br />
always believed that twins are special beings, even magical<br />
beings. <strong>The</strong> Bamileké kings used to adopt any twins born into<br />
the tribe as their own, in the olden days.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> doctor’s daughter glanced over at her two younger<br />
brothers. “Come on, boys, we have to get back in the van,” she<br />
called, walking over to them. She gently shook one <strong>of</strong> her<br />
brothers by the shoulder, and turned back to her mother.<br />
“Mama, they won’t mind me,” she complained.<br />
“Come on, boys, we have to get to the hotel while it’s still<br />
daylight—there aren’t any streetlights here.” <strong>The</strong>ir mother also<br />
walked over to where her boys were still standing, motionless,<br />
gazing into the eyes <strong>of</strong> the little girls. “Come on, boys!”<br />
“See, Mama? What’s wrong with them? <strong>The</strong>y keep staring.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> healer, noticing what was happening, came over to the<br />
children.<br />
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“Nothing’s wrong—it’s just as I said, twins are that way<br />
sometimes. <strong>The</strong>y recognize each other. Sometimes it’s as though<br />
they could talk to each other without moving their lips.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> comment did not seem to ease the doctor’s concern.<br />
“It’s almost as though they were sleepwalking,” she said<br />
with a slight frown.<br />
“Don’t worry, Doctor—I know what to do. Ciel, separate<br />
the girls’ hands.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> young lady gently followed her mother’s suggestion,<br />
and the strange spell was instantly broken.<br />
“Oh, good; I was beginning to worry.” <strong>The</strong>ir mother drew a<br />
breath <strong>of</strong> relief.<br />
“It’s all right, Doctor; nothing happened.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> boys instantly resumed their interest in the treats they<br />
were so hungry for. “Mama, did you get us some candies? Can<br />
we have some Hausa candies, please?”<br />
“You see?” smiled the healer. “It was just childish nonsense;<br />
we don’t always understand what goes on in children’s heads.”<br />
2<br />
<strong>The</strong> father <strong>of</strong> the family had stayed in the van, studying his<br />
map. <strong>The</strong> eldest son had not gotten out, either. In fact, he had<br />
not even pulled his nose out <strong>of</strong> his comic book, and he just<br />
grunted a one-syllable negative when his father asked him if he<br />
didn’t want to get out with the rest. <strong>The</strong> story <strong>of</strong> Antares, the<br />
sea warrior, battling against the fearsome shark-men, had him<br />
too engrossed to want to put it down to go play with his siblings<br />
or to explore his surroundings.<br />
<strong>With</strong> the purchase <strong>of</strong> peanuts and candies completed, the<br />
little family climbed back into their van. <strong>The</strong> twins were already<br />
devouring the first Hausa candies that the healer had wrapped<br />
up for them in a page from an old newspaper.<br />
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“Mama, Mama! Tell Papa what we saw!” said the girl,<br />
excitedly.<br />
<strong>The</strong> oldest boy, meanwhile, deepened his expression <strong>of</strong><br />
annoyance at the constant interruptions <strong>of</strong> his reading.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> daughter <strong>of</strong> that lady at the stand has beautiful green<br />
eyes,” said her mother. “I think they’re the most beautiful eyes<br />
I’ve ever seen.”<br />
“Did you ask her about that?”<br />
“So did the boy mending his nets!” chimed in the twins at<br />
once.<br />
<strong>The</strong> eldest’s curiosity stirred. He looked up and turned<br />
towards his parents.<br />
“No, it didn’t seem polite, but they were really quite<br />
stunning.”<br />
“Well, we’d better get going; we’re almost to the hotel,” the<br />
father said, putting away his map.<br />
“And there was something else that was strange; the twins<br />
kept staring at the two little girls that the girl with the green eyes<br />
was taking care <strong>of</strong>.”<br />
He started the engine. <strong>The</strong> eldest turned to look out the<br />
open car window to his right. Suddenly the look <strong>of</strong> bored<br />
annoyance vanished from his face, as he saw the sea-green eyes<br />
<strong>of</strong> the healer’s daughter for the first time. His indifference was<br />
replaced by the amazement one feels when accidentally<br />
stumbling upon beauty where it is least expected.<br />
Just then, the van lurched back into motion. <strong>The</strong> speechless<br />
youth leaned his head and arms out the window, dropping his<br />
comic book in the process. <strong>The</strong> girl with the green, jewel-like<br />
eyes looked back at him. He tried unsuccessfully to prolong that<br />
moment <strong>of</strong> beauty that had struck him so forcefully, as the van<br />
drove down the side road, again lifting a great red cloud in its<br />
wake.<br />
A strange look <strong>of</strong> desperation, almost <strong>of</strong> guilt, clouded his<br />
eyes; at the same time, without him understanding why, they<br />
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betrayed him by filling with tears. He closed the window and lay<br />
down with his face towards the back <strong>of</strong> the seat, so that no one<br />
would notice what he felt, and growled at his siblings to be quiet<br />
and let him sleep.<br />
Life sometimes slips by us without us ever knowing, just<br />
because we don’t look up in time.<br />
Although he had only looked into them for a few brief<br />
instants, the smiling sea-green eyes <strong>of</strong> the girl—just a few years<br />
older than himself—carried him down that dizzying path from<br />
love to loss in three fleeting seconds, and the memory <strong>of</strong> it<br />
would haunt him for a very long time.<br />
He never saw those eyes again, except in his dreams.<br />
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Chapter 5<br />
Ciel<br />
1<br />
<strong>The</strong> moon shone down so brightly that it left a circular<br />
silhouette burning in the retinas <strong>of</strong> anyone who looked at it<br />
more than a second or two. In its light the soulful eyes <strong>of</strong> the<br />
beautiful young woman seemed to glow with their own<br />
luminescence, now aqua, now sea-green.<br />
<strong>The</strong> moonbeams painted a silver tint on everything they<br />
touched and projected a thousand shadows from the jungle<br />
trees onto the sands. At the same time the ocean breeze mixed<br />
its savory notes with the many different chords <strong>of</strong> sweetness,<br />
fruitiness, and acidity <strong>of</strong> the mangrove swamp.<br />
Ciel walked confidently among the tall roots, her feet<br />
splashing gently in the tepid saltwater <strong>of</strong> the swamp, directing<br />
her steps to the seashore. When she reached it, she untied the<br />
knot in the billowing orange cloth that she had <strong>cover</strong>ed herself<br />
with while she slept, and tied it high on one <strong>of</strong> the mangrove<br />
roots.<br />
Keeping to the channel that made its way wearily into the<br />
sea, she waded in deeper and deeper. As she went she could feel<br />
the water becoming colder and saltier on her skin. Soon the<br />
water was lapping at her waist, but she kept wading. Very slowly<br />
the water reached her shoulder blades, dancing to the rhythm <strong>of</strong><br />
the gentle waves.<br />
She saw the great, submerged rock just in front <strong>of</strong> her<br />
when the water began to <strong>cover</strong> her collarbones; walking was<br />
becoming impossible. She let herself sink under the water, eyes<br />
wide open, and hugging the great rock tightly, she emptied her<br />
lungs <strong>of</strong> air. <strong>With</strong>in a few seconds, she began to feel the<br />
dizziness that comes with oxygen deprivation, and her sight<br />
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clouded. <strong>The</strong> memories <strong>of</strong> her childhood remained with her as<br />
her eyes closed and she slipped into darkness.<br />
2<br />
“You idiot! Now you broke it!”<br />
“I’m sorry, Etienne! I didn’t see it; I didn’t mean to step on<br />
it!” Eight-year-old Ciel was more corpulent than her brother,<br />
but his attacks <strong>of</strong> ire had always frightened her. “I swear to you<br />
that I didn’t see it!”<br />
“It was the best bamboo car I had ever made, and it was<br />
really hard to find the fleshy bamboo stalks that I needed. And<br />
now you’ve destroyed it! You’re an idiot!”<br />
Tears welled up in Ciel’s sea-green eyes, hesitating,<br />
trembling for a moment, dammed up by her eyelids, before<br />
flowing down her cheeks, filling her mouth with their saltiness.<br />
“I’m sorry,” she repeated, her voice broken.<br />
Seeing that her brother was so angry with her that he would<br />
not even look at her, she turned and fled, trying to escape the<br />
shame <strong>of</strong> being an idiot, an idiot, an idiot!<br />
<strong>The</strong> pain <strong>of</strong> forgiveness being denied her in spite <strong>of</strong> her<br />
heartfelt apology was unbearable.<br />
She loved her twin brother with all her soul, and she knew<br />
that he felt the same way, but at times it seemed as though he<br />
temporarily forgot that he loved her, and he behaved as though<br />
she were a stranger, an enemy.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y already had too many enemies for it to make sense to<br />
quarrel between themselves. <strong>The</strong> children in the village<br />
tormented them whenever they went there with their mother to<br />
sell her medicines in the marketplace. <strong>The</strong>y would throw pieces<br />
<strong>of</strong> rotten fish at them and shout for them to eat it, saying that<br />
they were filthy sea bastards.<br />
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It was incredible how being different in such an<br />
insignificant way as the color <strong>of</strong> their eyes could cause everyone<br />
to hate them.<br />
She ran towards the shore, weeping. If she told her mother<br />
about the quarrel, her beloved brother would receive a sound<br />
beating. Mama was good to them, but she seemed so sad much<br />
<strong>of</strong> the time. Her sorrow morphed into anger all too easily.<br />
Soon Ciel reached the shoreline where the Benoué River<br />
ran into the sea, descending swiftly from a height <strong>of</strong> nearly<br />
twenty meters, forming a long series <strong>of</strong> waterfalls whose roar<br />
silenced the sounds <strong>of</strong> the sea. She climbed up on the rock<br />
where she <strong>of</strong>ten sat to watch the Atlantic, hoping against hope<br />
that the stories she heard from the other children about her<br />
father were true, and that he would return one day.<br />
It was midday, and thousands <strong>of</strong> golden reflections danced<br />
on the surface <strong>of</strong> the water. <strong>The</strong> waves beat against her rock,<br />
sprinkling her face with salty drops, making it impossible for her<br />
to tell which were tears, and which were not.<br />
Amidst the reflections on the water she thought she saw a<br />
long pole bobbing back and forth just a few meters from the<br />
rock where she sat. It looked like a stalk <strong>of</strong> bamboo but without<br />
the sections which would typically divide it. Ciel stood to get a<br />
better look and wiped her eyes with the back <strong>of</strong> her hand.<br />
It’s a stalk <strong>of</strong> fleshy bamboo, it is! If I can grab it, Etienne will be<br />
able to make a new toy car with it. <strong>The</strong>n surely he will forgive me for<br />
having broken the other one. She lay face down on the rock and<br />
reached as far as she could, trying with all her might to grasp<br />
the bobbing stalk.<br />
What every mother fears—and is sure will happen in such<br />
circumstances—did indeed take place. Ciel reached too far,<br />
slipped, and fell into the crashing waves. Her head struck the<br />
rock with violence as she fell, and she heard a sound as though<br />
someone were splitting open a ripe coconut, before she became<br />
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unconscious and was carried out to sea by the undercurrent<br />
from the river.<br />
3<br />
“What do you mean, you don’t know where your sister is?”<br />
“I don’t know; she stepped on the new toy car I had just<br />
finished making, and I shouted at her, and she ran away, crying.”<br />
“That is not the way I have taught you to behave, Etienne.<br />
It’s getting late, and Malaam isn’t here. We must go looking for<br />
her; bring the oil lamps from the house.”<br />
“Sometimes when she’s angry, she goes out to the rocks<br />
there where the waterfalls go down from the river to the sea.”<br />
“Ah, Zambe!” cried Fanya. “Quick, fetch the lamps as fast as<br />
you can; I’ll run ahead towards the beach.”<br />
<strong>With</strong> his heart in his throat, Etienne hurried to grab the<br />
lamps from the nails where they hung in the little hut, and he<br />
managed to light them after breaking several matches in the<br />
attempt. He ran towards the seashore as fast as his little legs<br />
would take him. It seemed as though everything was moving in<br />
slow motion; his own slowness filled him with desperation.<br />
When he reached the beach, he headed towards the mouth<br />
<strong>of</strong> the river, and he could hear his mother’s cries in the distance.<br />
“Ciel! Ciel! Cie-e-e-e-e-e-e-el!”<br />
“She isn’t here, Mother! Maybe she’s in the mangrove<br />
swamp!”<br />
“In the mangrove swamp at night?” Dread filled Fanya’s<br />
eyes and voice. “Sometimes there are crocodiles in the swamp!”<br />
<strong>The</strong>y ran along the shore together, shouting out for Ciel at<br />
the top <strong>of</strong> their lungs. Etienne wept bitterly. What if his sister<br />
was lost because <strong>of</strong> him? What if she had fallen into the sea?<br />
He knew that the same thoughts must be running through his<br />
mother’s mind.<br />
“Cie-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-el!”<br />
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“Si-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-s-s-s-s-t-e-e-e-e-e-er!”<br />
<strong>The</strong> mangrove swamp was about two kilometers to the south<br />
<strong>of</strong> the path from their neighborhood <strong>of</strong> N’long to the beach;<br />
when they had almost reached its dark shadows, both <strong>of</strong> them<br />
at once saw the little silhouette outlined on the beach by the<br />
moonlight. Etienne ran towards his sister, shouting, weeping,<br />
trembling. <strong>The</strong> idea that he could have lost her forever had<br />
shaken him to his soul.<br />
“Ciel, Sister!”<br />
“Hi, Etienne! I went to look for fleshy bamboo for you.”<br />
“Daughter, where were you? You scared me nearly to<br />
death!” exclaimed Fanya as she arrived, kneeling down beside<br />
Ciel on the sand.<br />
Etienne sobbed with such violence that he couldn’t say<br />
another word, and he hugged his sister so tight that his arms<br />
hurt. Fanya joined in the embrace.<br />
“Child, how did you get that cut on your head?”<br />
“I was looking for some bamboo for Etienne, and I hit my<br />
head on a rock.”<br />
“Etienne, let go <strong>of</strong> your sister. I need you to run ahead and<br />
get a jar <strong>of</strong> termites ready. We need to close up that head wound<br />
so it won’t leave an ugly scar. Hurry!”<br />
He took <strong>of</strong>f running towards their home once again. He<br />
had been very close to losing his sister because he had been so<br />
mean to her about something that was totally stupid. He knew it<br />
would never, ever happen again, and that he would do anything<br />
in the world for her.<br />
Fanya picked her daughter up in her arms and started<br />
towards N’long.<br />
“Where’s your wrap?”<br />
“I lost it, mama; I don’t know when it came <strong>of</strong>f.”<br />
Ciel fell asleep long before her exhausted mother reached<br />
their hut in N’long. When they arrived, Fanya washed the<br />
wound with boiled water and took some <strong>of</strong> the termites, with<br />
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their large, red heads the size <strong>of</strong> a garbanzo bean, from their jar,<br />
forcing them to bite into both edges <strong>of</strong> the wound, closing it<br />
with their powerful jaws. Fortunately, Ciel was still sound asleep.<br />
Fanya carefully spaced nine termites along the length <strong>of</strong> the<br />
cut, and then tore <strong>of</strong>f their abdomens, leaving their heads in<br />
place, holding the edges <strong>of</strong> the wound tightly together. Etienne<br />
did not leave his sister’s side for even a second.<br />
<strong>The</strong> healer tenderly placed a poultice <strong>of</strong> blue algae over the<br />
wound and <strong>cover</strong>ed it with a banana leaf. As she applied the<br />
poultice she was assaulted by memories <strong>of</strong> a night long ago,<br />
when she had found her love while searching for blue algae with<br />
her grandmother there on that same beach. As soon as Etienne<br />
had dropped <strong>of</strong>f to sleep, Fanya allowed her tears to flow. <strong>The</strong>ir<br />
salty taste made the memories even stronger, and she wept until<br />
she, too, fell asleep.<br />
Far away, at a great distance from the shore, the little cloth<br />
belonging to the girl floated on the waves like a giant orange<br />
jellyfish.<br />
4<br />
Ciel opened her eyes and mouth. Sucking in deeply, she<br />
filled her lungs with water, releasing her grasp on the huge rock<br />
and letting herself sink downwards. No longer prone to floating<br />
towards the surface, she lay down on her back on the sandy<br />
ocean floor, as she had done so many times before, to watch the<br />
moon and stars struggling to reach into the depths <strong>of</strong> the sea<br />
with their light. She released the liquid in her lungs and filled<br />
them again; the first breath <strong>of</strong> water was always the hardest.<br />
Her heart began to pump her “sea blood” with great force<br />
through her arteries. <strong>The</strong> first time she cut herself on some<br />
sharp corals, she had dis<strong>cover</strong>ed that while she was breathing<br />
water her blood turned a deep purplish color, and then went<br />
back to red again when she was back ashore. Her red blood cells<br />
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aggregated copper ions to the iron ions <strong>of</strong> the hemoglobin that<br />
transported oxygen throughout her body, allowing a greater<br />
amount <strong>of</strong> the precious gas to reach her cells, no matter what<br />
the temperature or the water pressure might be around her.<br />
She could still remember the first time in every detail. In an<br />
effort to appease her brother in his stupid tantrum, she had<br />
ended up unconscious on the sea bottom. It had not been very<br />
deep there, but when she woke up and found herself lying on<br />
the sand, completely submerged, she had panicked. She must<br />
have expelled all the air from her lungs when she fell and hit her<br />
head on the rock. Remembering, she reached up and touched<br />
the little scar that could still be felt over her left eyebrow.<br />
At first, before she had opened her eyes, she had dreamed<br />
that she was still in her mother’s womb; when she woke up and<br />
saw the waves dancing above her, she tried to scream, but no<br />
sound would come from her mouth.<br />
As she realized that she was not drowning, in spite <strong>of</strong> the<br />
slight stinging she felt in her lungs, her fear turned into surprise,<br />
and then into elation. She could breathe under water! She<br />
looked around: sea anemones and clownfish accompanied her<br />
there on the sea floor. In the other direction, away from shore,<br />
the clumps <strong>of</strong> coral were teeming with life and colors. As it<br />
<strong>of</strong>ten does in children, her curiosity quickly overcame her fear<br />
<strong>of</strong> the unknown.<br />
She swam among the corals chasing a parrotfish and played<br />
with a leatherback turtle. She was having so much fun for so<br />
long, that it began to get dark. She decided to swim back to<br />
shore, but when she got there, she could’t see any recognizable<br />
landmarks. She had strayed farther than she thought.<br />
She had only taken a few steps on the beach when she was<br />
overcome by an attack <strong>of</strong> violent heaving that left her curled up<br />
in a ball on the sand. <strong>With</strong> one <strong>of</strong> the heaves, salt water had<br />
streamed from her mouth and nose. A burning sensation, even<br />
stronger than before, filled her chest. In spite <strong>of</strong> the pain, she<br />
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gulped breath after breath <strong>of</strong> air; within a few minutes, she<br />
began to feel better.<br />
She felt an urgent need to go back to the water, but she<br />
forced herself to walk toward where she thought the path to her<br />
house must be. It was dark by now, and only the moon with its<br />
silver light accompanied her on the beach when she saw the oil<br />
lamps in the distance and heard her mother and her brother<br />
calling her name. She fell to the sand in exhaustion and relief.<br />
It seemed as though that had happened an eternity ago. An<br />
eternity <strong>of</strong> secrets, <strong>of</strong> sneaking out at night to return to the sea<br />
that she yearned for, where she felt alive, strong, complete.<br />
Once again, she felt full <strong>of</strong> energy—powerful, driving<br />
energy. It was as though every cell <strong>of</strong> her body had awakened<br />
from a lethargy. All <strong>of</strong> her senses were heightened, just as they<br />
always were when she went into the sea and let it fill her.<br />
She could feel the different salts on her skin. Her eyes,<br />
which suffered from a slight myopia when she was out <strong>of</strong> the<br />
water, could distinguish every detail, and captured every beam<br />
<strong>of</strong> moonlight here below. <strong>The</strong> distant symphony <strong>of</strong> the<br />
cetaceans was omnipresent. She could distinguish between the<br />
aromas <strong>of</strong> the different algae, fish, crustaceans, corals, starfish,<br />
and sponges. <strong>The</strong>y all intertwined in a polyphony that had taken<br />
her years to learn and to decipher in her mind.<br />
<strong>With</strong> a downward flick <strong>of</strong> her wrists, she shot upwards to<br />
just a meter or so below the surface. She turned her hips slightly,<br />
and flew back downwards towards the sea floor. <strong>With</strong> her arms<br />
along her sides, she began to flap her hands so fast that they<br />
soon became a blur in the water. She quickly gained speed,<br />
which increased even more as she began to move her arms and<br />
legs in an uncannily fast rhythm. No other sea creature, no manmade<br />
vessel, could move as fast as she could, as she sped<br />
through the water.<br />
A great school <strong>of</strong> horse mackerel dispersed as she flew<br />
through it.<br />
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She loved to accelerate this way to a depth <strong>of</strong> about a meter<br />
from the surface, and then pop up into a series <strong>of</strong> low jumps<br />
across the water, bouncing like a flat rock that had been sent<br />
skipping across a lake.<br />
Ever since she had dis<strong>cover</strong>ed her abilities as an eight-yearold<br />
girl, she had kept the wonderful secret to herself. It was bad<br />
enough to be considered strange because <strong>of</strong> the color <strong>of</strong> her<br />
eyes, the daughter <strong>of</strong> a witch who had had a love affair with a<br />
sea creature.<br />
She didn’t even tell her brother Etienne. Was he like her?<br />
Since they were twins, she thought it might be possible, but the<br />
fear <strong>of</strong> being rejected by her own family kept her from asking<br />
him.<br />
She rarely dared to go down to the sea by day, but her<br />
nighttime visits there had certain advantages. Her augmented<br />
visual abilities allowed her to enjoy the spectacle <strong>of</strong> ocean night<br />
life, and the young girl loved to shoot straight up from the water<br />
as high as she could, as though trying to capture the full moon.<br />
<strong>The</strong> local herds <strong>of</strong> dolphins usually accepted her very well,<br />
and she could jump even higher than they, joining along in their<br />
games and chases. She also learned that the tastiest way to eat<br />
fish was to catch it and eat it totally raw. She found that she<br />
could sate her thirst with salt water without any problems. In<br />
fact at home she had begun to throw a little salt into the water<br />
on the sly before drinking it.<br />
Ciel dove fifteen fathoms down and turned upwards again,<br />
trying to attain her maximum speed during the ascent. Her<br />
whole body felt vibrant; she was going so fast she could hardly<br />
see clearly. She aimed at the full moon, held her breath, and shot<br />
out <strong>of</strong> the water.<br />
She kept up the propelling movements <strong>of</strong> her body for a<br />
few instants as she entered what was emptiness for her, and<br />
soared to over ten meters above the ocean’s surface. She could<br />
feel the air on her skin, cold, and so very, very dry.<br />
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Someday she would dive into the sea and never come out.<br />
In the water she felt happy, strong, and very much respected.<br />
<strong>The</strong> only thing that kept her from doing it now was that she<br />
couldn’t abandon the people she loved on land.<br />
<strong>The</strong> moment she submerged herself into the sea all the<br />
troubles <strong>of</strong> the day left her, floating away on the surface <strong>of</strong> the<br />
water as though they were but a dark, dirty oil spill. Whenever<br />
she came out <strong>of</strong> the sea and emptied herself <strong>of</strong> it, she once<br />
again felt small and weak, and she hated it.<br />
When her upward impulse was spent, Ciel spun in the air to<br />
fall seaward again head first with her arms outstretched. It was a<br />
long fall, but when the might <strong>of</strong> the sea was in her, her strength<br />
and resistance were enormous.<br />
Not even the largest sharks would bother her, after she tore<br />
apart that first and only one that tried to attack her. <strong>The</strong><br />
dolphins knew that while she was around no predators would<br />
come close; they loved and respected her for that.<br />
As she descended, she thought she saw a glowing object or<br />
animal cross below her in the water, traveling at great speed. She<br />
entered the water with her arms still outstretched, quickly<br />
twirling around to a vertical position to try to find whatever it<br />
was she had caught a glimpse <strong>of</strong> from above.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re, already a long way <strong>of</strong>f, between herself and the<br />
shoreline, she saw a dot <strong>of</strong> light, orange and pulsing. She<br />
accelerated to try to catch up with it, but before she was close<br />
enough to make out its silhouette clearly, the light began to<br />
move downward towards the sea floor.<br />
She followed it, and for a while it seemed she was closing<br />
the distance between them. She thought she could make out a<br />
human shape, but it was glowing with a strange light that would<br />
change hues from moment to moment. <strong>The</strong>y continued their<br />
descent, but at a depth <strong>of</strong> a little more than three hundred<br />
fathoms the mysterious glow suddenly disappeared.<br />
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Ciel paused, suspended in the water like a tiny particle in<br />
the immensity <strong>of</strong> the ocean, trying to relocate the light she had<br />
been following. She had never been this deep before; it was<br />
completely dark here. She could only hear the beating <strong>of</strong> her<br />
own heart, and the sound <strong>of</strong> her lungs filling and emptying<br />
themselves <strong>of</strong> water in rapid succession.<br />
It was hard to tell which way was up and which way was<br />
down, and she felt frightened for the first time underwater since<br />
that long-ago day when she had accidentally slipped in and<br />
found herself lying there submerged. She was suddenly aware<br />
<strong>of</strong> the enormity that surrounded her, <strong>of</strong> its weight, <strong>of</strong> its<br />
pressure. She began to move her head this way and that, trying<br />
to figure out which way she should go.<br />
Just then the light reappeared, so close this time that she<br />
could see the silhouette clearly. He was definitely human and<br />
was glowing more brightly than before. He was floating just a<br />
few meters above her, with his arms out to the sides and his feet<br />
together. He looked like one <strong>of</strong> those angels or saints that the<br />
white men talked about in their churches.<br />
<strong>The</strong> apparition moved his right arm in a gesture indicating<br />
that he wanted her to follow him. As soon as she did, he began<br />
to move away, more slowly now, and this time towards the<br />
shore.<br />
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Chapter 6<br />
Man Kenguele<br />
1<br />
Ciel followed the stranger towards a sea cave that she also<br />
knew <strong>of</strong>; the entrance was about four arm-spans high by two<br />
wide, and it remained hidden underwater even at the lowest<br />
tides. <strong>The</strong> sunlight bounced <strong>of</strong>f the white sands <strong>of</strong> the cave<br />
floor and splashed in every direction, lighting up the domed<br />
rock ceiling.<br />
<strong>The</strong> interior lagoon had a little beach; the big red crabs that<br />
made it their home scooted <strong>of</strong>f as she came up out <strong>of</strong> the water<br />
and fell onto her knees on the sand, exhausted by her effort to<br />
keep up with the glowing being.<br />
<strong>The</strong> stranger also came up out <strong>of</strong> the water, provoking<br />
another reddish stampede on the shore. He knelt next to her<br />
and expelled water through two small holes below his shoulder<br />
blades, in order to be able to speak once on land. Ciel watched<br />
in amazement.<br />
His facial features were beautiful, strong and masculine.<br />
High cheekbones framed a mouth with fine lips. He did not<br />
have ears, but in their place there were small, translucent<br />
membranes. His face showed just as much surprise and curiosity<br />
as Ciel’s.<br />
“Fanya?”<br />
Ciel, still kneeling on the sand, expelled the rest <strong>of</strong> the<br />
water from her lungs through her nose and mouth.<br />
“I’m not Fanya; I’m her daughter, Ciel. How do you know<br />
my mother’s name?”<br />
“By the Sacred Twins! That’s impossible! I only left a few<br />
months ago, but you must be about the age <strong>of</strong> your mother<br />
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when I met her! And yet, here you are, and you look just like<br />
your mother.” A look <strong>of</strong> incredulity came over his face.<br />
“Except for the color <strong>of</strong> my eyes, which are like yours,”<br />
Ciel pointed out to him.<br />
“I have a daughter?” His voice was a mixture <strong>of</strong> awe and<br />
amazement. “I never knew that our love had given fruit!”<br />
“So what they say about my mother is true; she had loved a<br />
creature from the sea!”<br />
“And my blood flows strong in your veins; no one from this<br />
side could have dived down to where you followed me.”<br />
“Why? Why haven’t you been here with us? How could you<br />
abandon us that way?” Ciel nearly choked on her own words.<br />
<strong>The</strong> face <strong>of</strong> the strange man from the depths <strong>of</strong> the sea<br />
twisted with a look <strong>of</strong> pain, and he <strong>cover</strong>ed it with both hands,<br />
letting out a bitter groan as he rocked forward. <strong>The</strong> glow that he<br />
emitted darkened and almost died away.<br />
“Oh, gods, this cannot be happening,” he groaned.<br />
“What cannot be happening?”<br />
“I left only eight months ago, and now it turns out that. . .<br />
How old are you?”<br />
“Almost seventeen, and you?”<br />
“I’m just a bit older than you. I didn't abandon you nor<br />
your mother. I had no way <strong>of</strong> returning until just ten days ago.<br />
And each <strong>of</strong> those ten days, I’ve been visiting the place where<br />
your mother and I agreed to meet. I was on my way to the<br />
mangrove swamp again to see if she was there, when I saw you<br />
swimming. At first I thought it was her, that she had found<br />
some way to live in the sea like me.”<br />
“But you said you left just a few months ago; I don’t<br />
understand how more time can have passed for us than for<br />
you.”<br />
“I had to ask for the help <strong>of</strong> a very powerful witch in order<br />
to come back. Something must have gone wrong, and instead<br />
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<strong>of</strong> returning in the same moment, I seem to have appeared here<br />
years later.”<br />
“Years? My mother waited for you for years, for many,<br />
many years, going to the mangrove swamp when she thought<br />
we didn’t see her. She would sit on the shore and weep for you.”<br />
Man Kenguele’s face showed his agony.<br />
“Of course, she would tire <strong>of</strong> waiting for so long. I saw<br />
that some things were different when I got here; the sea was<br />
much less healthy than when I was here before. Now I<br />
understand why.”<br />
“You have a son, too; we’re twins. His eyes are like yours<br />
and mine.”<br />
“Is that true? And can he live in the sea, like you?”<br />
“I don’t know; I dis<strong>cover</strong>ed it once by accident, and I’ve<br />
never told anyone. Many <strong>of</strong> the villagers shun us because <strong>of</strong> the<br />
color <strong>of</strong> our eyes; I didn’t want to give them any other motives.”<br />
“In my world, there has only been one single case <strong>of</strong> twin<br />
births; you are a true miracle. What’s your brother’s name?”<br />
“Etienne. He’s a great fisherman, strong and brave. He<br />
would do anything for those he loves. You’ll be proud <strong>of</strong> him<br />
when you get to know him.”<br />
“And how is your mother? Every day that has gone by<br />
without seeing her has been a day <strong>of</strong> torture for me.”<br />
“She’s been alone for as long as I can remember. Often<br />
when she thinks no one is looking, she cries, because <strong>of</strong> the<br />
great sorrow she carries inside; I always knew that she was<br />
crying for the absence <strong>of</strong> our father, for you.”<br />
“Did she tell you about me?”<br />
“No, that subject was always taboo at our house. <strong>The</strong> little I<br />
know about you I learned from a family friend and from the<br />
gossip in the village that Mother had been with a mamiwata, a<br />
fish-man. <strong>The</strong>y say that’s the reason we have these green eyes.”<br />
“Mama Simone was right; I’ve caused your mother much<br />
suffering, even without my being here.”<br />
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“What’s your name, Father?”<br />
A warm orange glow returned to his skin, and a look <strong>of</strong> joy<br />
flooded his face as he heard the word “father” come from the<br />
lips <strong>of</strong> the daughter <strong>of</strong> which he had never known.<br />
“My aquatic name has no meaning if it’s pronounced out<br />
<strong>of</strong> the water. On land the name I’ve used most in my world is<br />
Sharduk. Your mother gave me the name that I love the best,<br />
Man Kenguele, ‘<strong>The</strong>-<strong>Eyes</strong>-<strong>of</strong>-the-<strong>Sea</strong>.’ ”<br />
“And my name is Ciel, ‘Sky.’ ” Her voice s<strong>of</strong>tened. “You and<br />
I reflect one another, even as our names do.”<br />
“I have so many things to share with you! I want you all to<br />
come with me; I’ve been trying for so long to be able to return,<br />
to take your mother back with me to my world, but I haven’t<br />
been able to until now.”<br />
“What do you mean when you say, ‘my world?’ ”<br />
“For you to understand all these things, who I am and who<br />
you are, I’m going to tell you the same things I told your mother<br />
about myself and about the place I come from.<br />
2<br />
“My world is much like yours, and at the beginning all <strong>of</strong> its<br />
inhabitants were very much like you, as well.<br />
“For six long centuries we confronted each other in two<br />
rival factions during what were called the Telluric Wars. On one<br />
side were those we called Mechanists, whose knowledge was<br />
based on logic and who pursued scientific advancements at any<br />
cost; on the other side were the Sons <strong>of</strong> the Roots, also called<br />
simply the Sons, who knew the secrets <strong>of</strong> magic and <strong>of</strong> the<br />
energies <strong>of</strong> our planet, and who violently opposed any scientific<br />
advancement, considering it anathema and an attack on their<br />
way <strong>of</strong> life.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> wars were continuous, and at one point it seemed that<br />
they would soon destroy all the life forms on our only<br />
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continent, as well as in the ocean that surrounded it. But when<br />
it appeared that the complete annihilation <strong>of</strong> both factions was<br />
inevitable, a great leader came to power in each <strong>of</strong> them, and<br />
these new leaders were willing to see beyond the dogmas which<br />
were preventing us from growing and developing in peace.<br />
“Uz-Talim, the Supreme Mechanist, and Garnil, spiritual<br />
leader and great warrior <strong>of</strong> the Sons <strong>of</strong> the Roots, were actually<br />
fraternal twins, although no one knew that at the time. <strong>The</strong>ir<br />
mother had been a high-ranking Mechanist engineer, and their<br />
father a top <strong>of</strong>ficial among the warrior magicians <strong>of</strong> the Sons <strong>of</strong><br />
the Roots. <strong>The</strong>y belonged to a movement which was persecuted<br />
by both <strong>of</strong> the two main rival groups, the Unifiers.<br />
“As I mentioned before, the arrival <strong>of</strong> twins was a great<br />
wonder among us. <strong>The</strong>y were separated shortly after birth but<br />
were both raised in the ways <strong>of</strong> the traditional Unifier beliefs,<br />
which included not inflicting any suffering and respecting<br />
oneself and all others. Uz-Talim was raised by her mother, Uz-<br />
Alexia, and Garnil was raised by his father, Borek.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>ir parents conspired for many years within their<br />
respective bands, with the help <strong>of</strong> the Unifiers, until at last they<br />
managed for both <strong>of</strong> their children to rise to power. <strong>The</strong> twins<br />
had both taken <strong>of</strong>fice within their factions on the eve <strong>of</strong> what<br />
could very well have been the last battle, after which there<br />
would undoubtedly be no one left to ever fight another.<br />
“Too much blood had been spilled, on both sides, and in<br />
their blind obsession with victory, which had surpassed every<br />
imaginable limit, the Mechanists had created all sorts <strong>of</strong> biomechanical<br />
creatures and atrocious weapons, while the Sons <strong>of</strong><br />
the Roots had used some <strong>of</strong> their darker arts to call up<br />
enormous beasts from places that should never have been<br />
looked into. <strong>The</strong> Sons also modified and rewrote their own<br />
cellular language in order to change the very essence <strong>of</strong> their<br />
bodies and, ultimately, <strong>of</strong> their souls.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> two new leaders had arranged to meet together in the<br />
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middle <strong>of</strong> the Plains <strong>of</strong> Sorrow, an enormous extension <strong>of</strong><br />
bluish, burnt, poisoned land that crossed the continent like a<br />
horrible scar from north to south.<br />
“This area had been the main battle zone for all the major<br />
wars over the centuries; it lay between Latica, the giant city-state<br />
<strong>of</strong> the Mechanists, who occupied most <strong>of</strong> the western half <strong>of</strong><br />
the continental mass, and Rayna, which is what the Sons <strong>of</strong> the<br />
Roots called the area <strong>of</strong> vast forests where they lived, and which<br />
extended throughout the eastern regions <strong>of</strong> the continent.<br />
“Brother and sister had dressed alike in white linen, as had<br />
been the custom <strong>of</strong> their forefathers, before that first people<br />
had been split in two. When they met, their followers on both<br />
sides were amazed at how much they resembled each other, in<br />
spite <strong>of</strong> being <strong>of</strong> either sex; not only was there a striking<br />
similarity in their faces, but even in their mannerisms and in the<br />
tone <strong>of</strong> their voice.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y joined hands and, speaking together in a very ancient<br />
form <strong>of</strong> our language, they addressed their armies, ordering an<br />
absolute and definitive end to all hostile actions between the<br />
two peoples. We don’t know if anyone thought <strong>of</strong> disobeying<br />
the order, but the fact is that the armies appeared to accept it<br />
without question, since both leaders were held in reverence<br />
because <strong>of</strong> their accomplishments and in awe because <strong>of</strong> their<br />
enormous power.<br />
3<br />
“In spite <strong>of</strong> having achieved peace between the two<br />
factions, our world was so poisoned and our resources so<br />
depleted that it was clear that Telluria was dying; it simply<br />
couldn’t survive the abusive actions we had been subjecting it to<br />
much longer. It was only a matter <strong>of</strong> time before new conflicts<br />
would arise due the shortage <strong>of</strong> basic necessities.<br />
“Garnil and Uz-Talim set to work with the wisest men<br />
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from both peoples to search for solutions, but the conclusion<br />
they reached was unanimous: within five hundred years, even if<br />
they restricted births and tried to reestablish the delicate balance<br />
<strong>of</strong> our planet, life would become unsustainable there unless<br />
something was done about the situation.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> idea <strong>of</strong> searching for new planets to inhabit began to<br />
develop among the red magicians belonging to the Sons people.<br />
During the Wars they had used their skills to create powerful<br />
but terribly unstable blood doors, in order to attract beasts from<br />
other, darker realities to cross over to our world, for use in<br />
battle against the Mechanists. Some <strong>of</strong> these beasts died as soon<br />
as they arrived, unable to survive in our atmosphere, but others<br />
were terrible, hungry weapons, and very difficult to control.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re was even one story told <strong>of</strong> a battle where the Sons<br />
<strong>of</strong> the Roots brought across a beast that was so dreadful that it<br />
would have destroyed both armies if they had not joined forces<br />
for once to overcome the monstrous thing. <strong>The</strong> red magicians’<br />
skills were more <strong>of</strong> an art than a science; the results were <strong>of</strong>ten<br />
quite unpredictable, and on many occasions they were<br />
disastrous for both sides.<br />
“I need to explain to you that all through the universe there<br />
are what we call crossing points. <strong>The</strong> most common are what we<br />
call jumping points, which allow us to move from one place to<br />
another within our same universe. <strong>The</strong>n there are passing points,<br />
that open up other universes to us.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>se different crossing points only connect us to certain,<br />
established places, and their very existence is a great mystery.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y are believed to be as ancient as the stars, and it’s thought<br />
that somehow they play a part in the balance <strong>of</strong> our universe.<br />
“Both types were always very difficult to find and to use, as<br />
we could never know when they would be open, nor for how<br />
long. That’s where the blood doors came in, because they enabled<br />
our magicians to stretch the very tissue <strong>of</strong> the cosmos to create<br />
their own jumping points and passing points.<br />
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“<strong>The</strong> Mechanists suggested to their former enemies that<br />
perhaps they could work together to find other inhabitable<br />
worlds. <strong>The</strong> Mechanists’ understanding <strong>of</strong> science turned out to<br />
be extremely useful, since once the Sons had initiated them into<br />
their arts, they used all their capabilities <strong>of</strong> measurement and<br />
calculation to find the best intervals and ideal moments so that<br />
using the artificial crossing points would be less dangerous.<br />
“Together they opened new jumping points with which they<br />
could travel through our universe—the Sons would open them<br />
through magic, and then the Mechanists would stabilize them<br />
by means <strong>of</strong> their technology.<br />
“<strong>With</strong> these new developments the old war machines were<br />
reworked and transformed into transports for the first<br />
exploratory expeditions, and fabled warriors—who until a few<br />
years before had been unreconcilable enemies—were sent along<br />
in mixed teams to protect the colonists from possible dangers.<br />
“Garnil and Uz-Talim forbade the unauthorized use <strong>of</strong><br />
both types <strong>of</strong> crossing points, and especially <strong>of</strong> the passing points,<br />
because <strong>of</strong> the horrible things that had once come to our world<br />
through them.<br />
“But <strong>of</strong> course, in spite <strong>of</strong> the prohibition and <strong>of</strong> the<br />
punishment that any disobedience would bring, many people<br />
continued experimenting with unauthorized crossing points and<br />
even with the possibility <strong>of</strong> finding new types <strong>of</strong> them. <strong>The</strong><br />
sentences for such unauthorized crossovers varied according to<br />
the gravity <strong>of</strong> the consequences <strong>of</strong> the specific one made, and<br />
could range from a warning to permanent exile.<br />
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“Through the jumping points, we found thirteen different<br />
worlds which were inhabitable for our people. <strong>The</strong> Holy Twins<br />
led the expeditions, along with a small group <strong>of</strong> explorers.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> first stable jumping point that was achieved took us to a<br />
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planet that was drier than ours, but otherwise quite suitable. It<br />
orbited around a double star, and we named it Twins’ Blessing.<br />
“On that first planet, our people were able to open up three<br />
new jumping points. Each one led us to a different planet, which<br />
we named Oceans I, Golden, and Fractured. From each <strong>of</strong><br />
these, in turn, we were able to reach three more. From Oceans<br />
I, we went to Emerald, Cloud, and Cold; from Golden, we<br />
reached Peat, Stormy, and Giant; and from Fractured, we found<br />
Oceans II, Bloodwater, and Hollow.<br />
“Our expansion came to a halt after the dis<strong>cover</strong>y <strong>of</strong> these<br />
last nine, because they all turned out to be dead-ends. No<br />
matter how we tried, we were unable to open new jumping points<br />
or passing points in them. We couldn’t go any farther.<br />
“Many <strong>of</strong> the colonists began to suspect that someone or<br />
something was willing to help us but at the same time was<br />
limiting our expansion, which had been so rapid until then. That<br />
wouldn’t be surprising, considering what we had done to our<br />
own planet.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> symmetry <strong>of</strong> the number <strong>of</strong> jumping points and planets<br />
that we had dis<strong>cover</strong>ed—together with the fact that among<br />
them all they had everything we needed to survive—made it<br />
evident that our ‘dis<strong>cover</strong>ies’ were not the fruit <strong>of</strong> pure luck. It<br />
was all a miraculous gift to us, a second chance for us to live<br />
and prosper.<br />
“None <strong>of</strong> these new planets were inhabited by beings <strong>of</strong><br />
advanced intelligence, but they did contain innumerable species<br />
<strong>of</strong> plants and animals—more than we could ever have imagined.<br />
In their skies we dis<strong>cover</strong>ed unknown constellations, and it<br />
seemed that they were as far from each other as they were from<br />
Telluria itself.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> new planets were all different from our own world,<br />
but had resources that could be useful to us. This led to the<br />
question <strong>of</strong> whether it would be ethical for us to modify them<br />
for our convenience, since that would have destroyed their<br />
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original ecosystems.<br />
“It was decided that besides being more respectful <strong>of</strong> our<br />
new homes, it would be faster and more efficient to simply<br />
adapt ourselves to these new places, to make the least impact on<br />
them as possible. Using the knowledge that the Sons <strong>of</strong> the<br />
Roots had <strong>of</strong> cellular language and the laboratories <strong>of</strong> the<br />
Mechanists, these changes were made.<br />
“Thirteen new races branched from ours, each adapted to<br />
one <strong>of</strong> our new planets and genetically compatible among<br />
themselves. <strong>The</strong> new colonies would all be closely supervised by<br />
the Twins along with their Conclave.<br />
“In some cases, only minimum adaptations were made,<br />
such as skin that was more resistant to cosmic rays, or<br />
metabolisms that were capable <strong>of</strong> feeding on plant and animal<br />
proteins that otherwise would have been toxic to us, or eyes<br />
that could see a broader spectrum <strong>of</strong> light.<br />
“Other changes were more radical, enabling the colonists to<br />
survive the gravitational forces on Giant, whose mass was much<br />
greater than that <strong>of</strong> Telluria, or allowing them to live and move<br />
about amidst the powerful winds that swept Stormy.<br />
“After seven generations had passed, ninety-eight per cent<br />
<strong>of</strong> our planet’s population had been sent to colonize new<br />
worlds, thus drastically reducing the burden on our poor,<br />
battered habitat.<br />
“From time to time we would find clear signs <strong>of</strong> the<br />
existence <strong>of</strong> ancient civilizations on the worlds our colonists<br />
travelled to, including the ruins <strong>of</strong> cities that had apparently<br />
been inhabited by different sorts <strong>of</strong> beings, some <strong>of</strong> which<br />
seemed to have been humanoid. Sometimes among these ruins<br />
we would find cemeteries, remains <strong>of</strong> science laboratories,<br />
magical objects, or even sacred holograms.<br />
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“Many <strong>of</strong> the people who left our world did so in the hope<br />
<strong>of</strong> finding some way to help return it to its ancient splendor.<br />
<strong>The</strong> small percentage <strong>of</strong> our population which did not<br />
participate in the diaspore, that slim two per cent, devoted<br />
themselves to trying to clean up the mess that was left behind,<br />
restoring order and repopulating land and sea with the different<br />
creatures that had once inhabited them.<br />
“But there were certain regions, both on the continent and<br />
in the ocean, that had suffered extreme destruction, or were left<br />
completely poisoned, or in which there still lived and thrived<br />
some <strong>of</strong> the beasts that were brought over or created during the<br />
wars, in spite <strong>of</strong> the efforts made to eliminate them or to send<br />
them back to where they came from.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> Conclave <strong>of</strong> the Remnant was the ruling body which<br />
had resolved possible disputes and conflicts among us ever<br />
since the majority <strong>of</strong> the population had left Telluria. <strong>The</strong> new<br />
colonies had a great deal <strong>of</strong> autonomy, but were governed by<br />
the Colonial Authority, the seat <strong>of</strong> which changed from one<br />
colonial planet to another every five Tellurian years.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> Conclave included representatives <strong>of</strong> the Mechanists,<br />
the Sons <strong>of</strong> the Roots, the Unifiers, and a new religion which<br />
was becoming more wide-spread and more radical, the<br />
Indistinguishables. This new religion worshiped Garnil and Uz-<br />
Talim, in spite <strong>of</strong> the fact that the Twins never had any<br />
intention <strong>of</strong> founding a religious movement, and awaited their<br />
return.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> fact is that the Twins, who had saved us from<br />
extinction, had disappeared centuries before, ever since in their<br />
old age they had made a last crossover to somewhere, and were<br />
never seen or heard from again.<br />
“In one <strong>of</strong> their semi-annual sessions, the Conclave <strong>of</strong> the<br />
Remnant called for volunteers to make up two action groups<br />
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who would work in the most dangerous areas de Telluria, in<br />
close collaboration with each other and with the rest <strong>of</strong> the<br />
population. Nearly a fourth <strong>of</strong> the inhabitants, mostly young<br />
people, decided to volunteer. <strong>The</strong> two action groups were called<br />
Shepherds <strong>of</strong> the Land and Shepherds <strong>of</strong> the <strong>Sea</strong>.<br />
“Using the same techniques that had been used during the<br />
colonization period, the Conclave modified the volunteers in<br />
order to turn them into the best possible instruments for the<br />
re<strong>cover</strong>y <strong>of</strong> the planet. <strong>The</strong>y were modified in such a way that<br />
the changes were hereditary, yet at the same time reversible, in<br />
case any <strong>of</strong> their descendants decided not to follow the path <strong>of</strong><br />
their parents.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> Shepherds <strong>of</strong> the Land did not need houses to live in;<br />
their home was what remained <strong>of</strong> the great eastern forest. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
would only leave that area if their work required it, and they<br />
rarely entered any city. <strong>The</strong>ir muscles and bones were improved<br />
so that they would have the strength and stamina necessary to<br />
take apart and recycle the mechanical waste which was left from<br />
the wars, and they could do battle with any <strong>of</strong> the beasts they<br />
might encounter on our planet.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>ir red skin could withstand the corrosive power <strong>of</strong> the<br />
acid rains that fell in certain regions, and they were immune to<br />
both common illnesses and dangerous chemical or radioactive<br />
agents. <strong>The</strong>y were impressive beings and very wise. <strong>The</strong><br />
majority <strong>of</strong> them were <strong>of</strong> an introspective nature, and they<br />
devoted their hearts and their souls to their work.<br />
“We, on the other hand, were changed so that we could<br />
withstand the pressure <strong>of</strong> the sea; our blood and lungs were<br />
modified so that we could breathe underwater. Our hair follicles<br />
were replaced with chromatophores and photophores such as<br />
those <strong>of</strong> the great squids, to facilitate underwater<br />
communication, to allow us to see no matter how dark the<br />
water is, and to enable us to camouflage ourselves, blending in<br />
perfectly with our surroundings.<br />
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“What’s more, we were given a double, transparent eyelid<br />
which allows us to see in the water or out, and simple orifices—<br />
called spiracles—just below our shoulder blades, through which<br />
we can fill or empty our great adaptive lungs with water. We<br />
were designed very deliberately, in such a way as to need no<br />
tools or weapons other than our own bodies.<br />
“I can go onto land, but without the protective clothing we<br />
need, it’s very uncomfortable, and my skin will rapidly become<br />
dry and irritated unless the relative humidity is extremely high.<br />
<strong>With</strong>in a few hours, the pain becomes unbearable.<br />
“We have managed to re-introduce many <strong>of</strong> the species that<br />
had been over-harvested to the point <strong>of</strong> extinction on our<br />
planet.<br />
“I know that all this is a lot to digest in so little time, but I<br />
need you to understand where I come from and why I am here.<br />
“I belong to the third generation born in the sea, and for as<br />
long as I can remember, I have helped my parents in the work<br />
<strong>of</strong> regenerating corals, which is their specialty. We live in a little<br />
settlement in the middle <strong>of</strong> an extensive atoll where the water<br />
stays at a pleasant temperature year-round. Our homes are made<br />
<strong>of</strong> programmable corals that within a few days will take<br />
whichever shape we wish, according to the commands they<br />
receive.<br />
“<strong>With</strong>in the atoll we have sea farms with a great variety <strong>of</strong><br />
different algae, and around the outer edges we have mollusk<br />
breeders and great herds <strong>of</strong> spider crabs and anomalocaris.<br />
“It is a good place to grow up, and it has been a very, very<br />
long time since we have had to deal with an attack from any <strong>of</strong><br />
those great sea beasts that have wandered through our oceans<br />
ever since the Sons <strong>of</strong> the Roots brought them over during the<br />
Wars, in an effort to destroy the Mechanist’s underwater ships.<br />
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“My fascination with stories <strong>of</strong> the great battles which had<br />
been fought long ago led me to explore a region that we had not<br />
begun to clean up yet, in my desire to visit the skeleton <strong>of</strong> one<br />
<strong>of</strong> those giant wartime submarines. It was an enormous,<br />
impressive artifact from about the middle <strong>of</strong> the last war. It lay<br />
several hours’ swim from our atoll and four hundred fathoms<br />
deep.<br />
“Near the shipwreck there was a large pocket <strong>of</strong> deadwater.<br />
<strong>The</strong> ocean itself had been one <strong>of</strong> the victims <strong>of</strong> our long wars.<br />
<strong>The</strong>se large areas <strong>of</strong> contaminated water, where the oxygen level<br />
was so low that no life-forms could survive in it, were the<br />
demonstration <strong>of</strong> that fact. <strong>The</strong> sea currents sometimes shifted<br />
their position, and we had oxygen-level detectors near our<br />
underwater settlements to warn us <strong>of</strong> their proximity.<br />
“As I observed the remains <strong>of</strong> the submarine from the<br />
outside, I saw that a section <strong>of</strong> the stern had been cleanly sliced<br />
<strong>of</strong>f, as though someone had cut <strong>of</strong>f the tail <strong>of</strong> a fish. <strong>The</strong><br />
skeleton <strong>of</strong> the Condemnation was resting on its port side, and it<br />
was not difficult for me to find a large tear in the outside<br />
starboard wall where I could get inside. It was undoubtedly a<br />
tear left by the jaws or claws <strong>of</strong> some beast <strong>of</strong> incredible size.<br />
“I started exploring the engine room. <strong>The</strong> domed ceilings<br />
were so high and wide that the mythical krill-eaters could have<br />
swum through it easily. As I swam towards the control bridge, I<br />
noticed a strange sound that seemed to be coming from the<br />
stern area.<br />
“<strong>Sea</strong>rching for the source <strong>of</strong> the high-pitched hum, I had to<br />
squeeze myself through some narrow passages filled with a<br />
chaos <strong>of</strong> bent iron to which that section <strong>of</strong> the ship had been<br />
reduced.<br />
“I reached the part that from the outside I had seen was<br />
cleanly cut <strong>of</strong>f. Contrary to all logic, from inside the ship it<br />
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didn’t appear that any part was missing; it seemed to be<br />
complete all the way to the stern wall. <strong>The</strong> shrill humming was<br />
much louder now.<br />
“Confused, I stopped and made my way back outside,<br />
where I could see that the last section <strong>of</strong> the stern was indeed<br />
missing—or at least it was not visible. I tried to enter the ship<br />
from the rear by passing through the apparently non-existent<br />
section, but I hit against a wall, which somehow was still there,<br />
even though I couldn’t see it. I felt along the side until I reached<br />
the cut section; there was no discontinuity, no break. It sounded<br />
like metal when I struck it.<br />
“I went forward and entered through the tear in the hull I<br />
had found earlier, and as is <strong>of</strong>ten the case when one is young<br />
and foolish, curiosity overcame any sense <strong>of</strong> fear or prudence. I<br />
crawled through the narrow passages <strong>of</strong> the wreckage once<br />
again until I reached the section that apparently could only be<br />
accessed from the inside. This time when I got to the clear<br />
space where I had turned back before, I kept going. <strong>The</strong><br />
humming sound became louder, and shriller; then it faded out<br />
again as I advanced into the part <strong>of</strong> the ship’s stern that was<br />
undetectable from the exterior.<br />
“Suddenly I realized that something was very strange about<br />
the water. <strong>The</strong> temperature had risen several degrees within a<br />
matter <strong>of</strong> a few seconds, and its taste and aroma had varied just<br />
as quickly. <strong>The</strong> density and salinity had also changed, and it was<br />
more difficult for me to breathe.<br />
“I found an opening I could squeeze through and swam out<br />
<strong>of</strong> the wreckage. When I turned to look back on the ship, my<br />
heart did a summersault. I could see the missing piece <strong>of</strong> the<br />
stern, but the rest <strong>of</strong> the submarine had disappeared.<br />
“It startled me so that for a moment I didn’t realize what<br />
had happened—I had found an uncharted crossing point that held<br />
the Condemnation caught between two worlds! Apparently no one<br />
had ever found it while charting the underwater points.<br />
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“I could sense that I was in another sea, perhaps even in<br />
another world, and I didn’t know what kind <strong>of</strong> crossing point I<br />
had stumbled across. It could be a jumping point, carrying me an<br />
unknown distance through my own universe, or it could be a<br />
passing point, taking me to a completely different universe. I had<br />
no idea <strong>of</strong> the dangers or the wonders that might lie ahead <strong>of</strong><br />
me.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> horror stories I had heard as a boy ran through my<br />
head. It was quite possible that I could never return; I had been<br />
an idiot. I felt panic, and for a moment I froze. When I<br />
managed to calm myself, I quickly squeezed myself back<br />
through the same hole I had exited the ship from, and I moved<br />
forward through the wreckage, this time from stern to bow,<br />
listening for that shrill humming sound.<br />
“I began to hear it again at exactly the same place it had<br />
stopped as I went through the other way. I went just a little<br />
farther, and I was at home. It seemed like the crossing point was<br />
stable—perhaps the mass <strong>of</strong> the submarine had anchored it,<br />
somehow. <strong>The</strong> water once again had all the characteristics <strong>of</strong><br />
the sea to which I was accustomed, and the change made me<br />
notice all the nuances <strong>of</strong> aroma and taste <strong>of</strong> the waters I had<br />
been born in, many <strong>of</strong> which I had never really noticed before.<br />
“As I headed back to my settlement, I turned to look once<br />
more at the strange phenomenon that I was leaving behind.<br />
Perhaps the Mechanists had also secretly tried to make a<br />
crossover, with catastrophic results. Or perhaps the Sons had<br />
ambushed the Condemnation and caused it to fall into a crossing<br />
point and be destroyed; it was impossible to know. Logically I<br />
decided not to mention my dis<strong>cover</strong>y to anyone when I got<br />
home.<br />
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“Weeks passed before I decided to return to the sunken<br />
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submarine. A colony <strong>of</strong> enormous jelly fish had decided to take<br />
over the area that had been my entrance into the steel shell. I<br />
made my body emit red and white stroboscopic flashes so they<br />
would let me by, and swam in through a tunnel made up <strong>of</strong><br />
great translucent giants, who began to imitate the cadence <strong>of</strong> my<br />
flashes as a sign <strong>of</strong> respect.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> interior <strong>of</strong> the submarine was also filled with<br />
medusas; they pressed against the walls to let me through. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
all stayed a prudent distance from the crossing point.<br />
“This time, the changes in the water didn’t take me by<br />
surprise, and I hardly felt a difference in my breathing. I headed<br />
straight for the surface <strong>of</strong> the alien sea. <strong>The</strong> smell <strong>of</strong> the air was<br />
strange, fresher and cleaner than on our planet.<br />
“A few hundred swim-strokes away I could see the<br />
silhouette <strong>of</strong> a great land mass; along the shore I could make<br />
out several unmoving points <strong>of</strong> light, some orangish in color<br />
and others more whitish. What kind <strong>of</strong> strange creatures would<br />
I find near those lights? And in the ocean around me?<br />
“I took mental note <strong>of</strong> the position <strong>of</strong> the wreckage so that<br />
I could get back home quickly in case I found myself in<br />
difficulties, and I began to explore the water with my senses.<br />
Right away I realized that the waters on this side <strong>of</strong> the crossing<br />
point were not as silent as those on my side. I heard songs that<br />
fascinated me with their beauty and complexity. At first I didn’t<br />
recognize them, since I had only heard them on audio<br />
recordings at our knowledge center, but when I realized what<br />
they were, I felt deeply moved, because cetaceans had<br />
disappeared from our world long ago.<br />
“I spent weeks coming and going through the crossing point,<br />
inventing excuses, sneaking away, stealing hours from my sleep<br />
in order to spend as much time as possible following the<br />
different families <strong>of</strong> humpbacks, killer whales and dolphins. <strong>The</strong><br />
dolphins were the first to accept me into their herd. I spent a<br />
great deal <strong>of</strong> time accompanying them on their hunts and in<br />
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their play. I had never felt so alive.<br />
“I began to think about the possibility <strong>of</strong> trying to convince<br />
one <strong>of</strong> my new friends to follow me back to my world. That<br />
way our waters would once again be inhabited by other<br />
intelligent creatures besides ourselves. But the prohibition was<br />
very clear, and the consequences could be very serious for me if<br />
I were dis<strong>cover</strong>ed.<br />
“I decided I would ask my elders for permission to spend<br />
several weeks in the supposed exploration <strong>of</strong> an area especially<br />
rich in sunken ships several days distant in the direction<br />
opposite <strong>of</strong> where the Condemnation lay. That way I would have<br />
an alibi for what I figured might be long periods <strong>of</strong> absence. I<br />
set up my base in the engine room <strong>of</strong> the enormous<br />
submachine.<br />
8<br />
“One night, as soon as I crossed over to your side, I heard<br />
the squeal <strong>of</strong> a young bottlenose dolphin that belonged to the<br />
group that I usually hunted with. I swam towards him as fast as<br />
I could. He was trapped by one <strong>of</strong> those great nets that are<br />
dragged along behind large fishing boats. I darkened my skin<br />
and shut down every single one <strong>of</strong> my photophores in order to<br />
be less visible.<br />
“I grabbed the net as close to him as I could. It was<br />
swallowing everything in its path: dolphin fish, conger eels,<br />
frigate mackerels, and sea turtles, to name a few. <strong>The</strong> net was<br />
death, and like the Black Lady herself, it made no distinctions<br />
among those that it embraced.<br />
“I began to tear at the net with my hands, but soon they<br />
were bleeding. Meanwhile we were being pulled toward the<br />
surface; the rest <strong>of</strong> the dolphins circled below us in complete<br />
desperation. I was still hanging onto the net when it breached<br />
the surface, and within a few seconds I found myself being<br />
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hoisted by a giant mechanical arm and thrown onto the ship<br />
deck.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> impact killed many <strong>of</strong> the fish and wounded almost all<br />
<strong>of</strong> the rest. <strong>The</strong> young dolphin lost consciousness, and as I tried<br />
desperately to find an opening in the net, powerful spotlights<br />
came on. Several humans arrived on deck, and they immediately<br />
saw me.<br />
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“<strong>The</strong>re were about twenty men, and they all fell suddenly<br />
silent. <strong>The</strong> only sound was that <strong>of</strong> the fat raindrops dashing<br />
against the deck, the waves lashing at the hull <strong>of</strong> the boat, and<br />
the flopping <strong>of</strong> the fish that were still able to move.<br />
“I had never seen so many land beings together before.<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir faces presented different shades <strong>of</strong> a mixture <strong>of</strong> fear and<br />
curiosity. Some <strong>of</strong> them began to murmur exclamations that<br />
sounded very much like swearing. I raised both hands and<br />
emitted an orange light as a sign <strong>of</strong> friendly greeting. I emptied<br />
my lungs <strong>of</strong> water and breathed in air in order to be able to<br />
speak, and in the process lost part <strong>of</strong> the strength that the sea<br />
gives me when it is within me.<br />
“ ‘I’m not a threat; I only want to take my friend with me.<br />
Please, we will not bother you any further,’ I said, as calmly as I<br />
could.<br />
“Many <strong>of</strong> the men stepped back, and the tone <strong>of</strong> their<br />
voices raised suddenly. Just then a loud, authoritative voice was<br />
heard, and they fell silent once more. A man, much stouter than<br />
the others and who seemed to be some sort <strong>of</strong> leader, pushed<br />
his way through the group <strong>of</strong> gawking sailors.<br />
“I lowered my arms and made motions indicating the great<br />
net, trying to make myself understood by the giant.<br />
“ ‘Will you help me get him free? I promise we will go back<br />
to where we came from,’ I pleaded.<br />
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“<strong>The</strong> big man came towards me, smiling and talking in a<br />
tone that sounded very kind, especially in contrast to the voices<br />
<strong>of</strong> the other men. He was holding out his left arm and hand to<br />
me, showing me his huge palm, which I understood to be a sign<br />
<strong>of</strong> peace.<br />
“I kept indicating the place where my friend was trapped<br />
inside the net, and the captain kept coming closer, nodding as<br />
though he understood what I was trying to tell him, and smiling<br />
at me with a smile that began to remind me more and more <strong>of</strong> a<br />
shark’s smile than that <strong>of</strong> a friend.<br />
“When he was just two arm-spans from me, I realized that<br />
at no time had he shown me his other hand. I thought that<br />
these people must greet each other using only one hand.<br />
“Just then a great bolt <strong>of</strong> lightning struck nearby. At the<br />
same instant the right hand <strong>of</strong> that smiling fellow appeared,<br />
holding an iron bar that few would have been able to wield so<br />
easily. Before the sound <strong>of</strong> thunder faded, he had delivered a<br />
blow directed at my legs. I jumped away, but it came so close<br />
that it wiped the raindrops from my left thigh. When the iron<br />
bar hit the deck it made sparks fly, and the captain roared a<br />
curse at me.<br />
“Several <strong>of</strong> the sailors lunged at me then, trying to grab<br />
ahold <strong>of</strong> me; some were carrying makeshift weapons. I set<br />
ablaze all my skin-lights at maximum strength and turned them<br />
bright red, in an effort to frighten them; most <strong>of</strong> them stepped<br />
back. But one sailor jumped forward and grabbed me by the<br />
waist, and though I managed to slip from his arms, he caught<br />
me by my knees and threw me down.<br />
“I smashed half <strong>of</strong> his face in with my right knee at the<br />
same time that I rolled away to escape a second blow from the<br />
captain, this time directed at my head. Luckily for me the other<br />
sailors were getting in the way <strong>of</strong> his attack.<br />
“I leaped to my feet and opened the belly <strong>of</strong> the nearest<br />
sailor with four long slits made by my retractile claws; he fell to<br />
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his knees trying to hold his guts in place. I didn’t even realize<br />
what I had done.<br />
“I turned and grabbed the forearm <strong>of</strong> another sailor, who<br />
had moved around behind me and was trying to get me by the<br />
back <strong>of</strong> my neck; I bit him furiously. <strong>The</strong> double joints in my<br />
jawbones and my cone-shaped teeth shredded his arm. My<br />
mouth was full <strong>of</strong> flesh and blood, which I spit out immediately.<br />
I had never had to fight against another person; I had never<br />
caused harm to anyone, and it frightened me to see how easily I<br />
could inflict serious wounds.<br />
“That night I lost my taste for stories <strong>of</strong> great battles<br />
forever. I began to see them for what they really were—people<br />
killing each other out <strong>of</strong> fear, fear <strong>of</strong> what was different, fear <strong>of</strong><br />
losing what was theirs and the ones they loved, fear <strong>of</strong> what<br />
their superiors would do to them, real fears or imaginary ones,<br />
fears that had been instilled in them, suggested or nurtured by<br />
the interests <strong>of</strong> those in power.<br />
“I was horrified; I just wanted to jump <strong>of</strong>f that deck back<br />
into the sea. Battles are only fun when seen at a distance, unless<br />
one is a monster or an imbecile.<br />
“I felt the impact <strong>of</strong> an oar on my left shoulder as I dodged<br />
yet another <strong>of</strong> the giant’s efforts to smash in my head with his<br />
iron rod. I didn’t receive the full force <strong>of</strong> his blow only because<br />
it struck the head <strong>of</strong> the fellow who hit me on the shoulder first,<br />
crushing his skull.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> the crew stepped back, not from me, but to<br />
avoid the homicidal fury <strong>of</strong> their captain. <strong>The</strong> face <strong>of</strong> the man<br />
with the iron rod was now the very picture <strong>of</strong> murderous<br />
hatred, and it is etched in my memory.<br />
“Though somewhat blunted, the captain’s blow did reach<br />
my temple, and everything began to look fuzzy. My skin lost its<br />
glow, my sight was clouded, and I felt terribly dizzy. Our sonar<br />
doesn’t work very well out <strong>of</strong> the water—it wasn’t designed to<br />
—but at least I could make some sense <strong>of</strong> my situation.<br />
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“<strong>The</strong> sailors were in a roaring semicircle behind me,<br />
cheering on the monster with the iron bar with shouts <strong>of</strong><br />
encouragement. <strong>The</strong> beast that I had mistaken for a man was<br />
about an arms-span from the stern.<br />
“I forced my skin to light up once more, and I charged<br />
towards him. I hit him right in the stomach with my head, and<br />
as we both flew overboard, I grabbed his back with my claws. I<br />
was still holding onto him when we hit the water, and we began<br />
to sink. He grabbed my neck with his huge hands.<br />
“At last I was able to fill my lungs with water through my<br />
spiracules. I struck him in the face so he would let go <strong>of</strong> me, but<br />
he just kept on squeezing tighter and tighter. We both knew that<br />
my neck was about to break. He smiled, and I knew that mine<br />
would not be the first neck he had broken, and that the<br />
crunching he could feel beneath my skin was giving him<br />
enormous pleasure.<br />
“I raked my claws across his face, taking part <strong>of</strong> it with me.<br />
This time he let go, to protect what was left <strong>of</strong> his face, and I<br />
summoned all <strong>of</strong> my remaining strength to strike him on the left<br />
side <strong>of</strong> his ribcage. I heard it crack and felt it cave in. A great<br />
bubble <strong>of</strong> air and blood escaped from his open mouth. <strong>The</strong> sea<br />
bottom rose up quickly to meet him.<br />
“I heard a rapid series <strong>of</strong> popping sounds on the surface <strong>of</strong><br />
the water, and I saw several small objects fly past me at great<br />
speed, leaving a trail <strong>of</strong> bubbles behind them. <strong>The</strong> sailors were<br />
shooting at me from the ship’s deck with some kind <strong>of</strong> weapon.<br />
“I shut down all my skin-lights and kept sinking downward.<br />
At some point, I lost consciousness as a consequence <strong>of</strong> the<br />
wounds I had received.<br />
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“<strong>The</strong> next thing I remember is your mother’s face, and her<br />
voice calling me by the name I have considered as my own ever<br />
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since, Man Kenguele.<br />
“Her smile, full <strong>of</strong> light and kindness, was reflected in her<br />
eyes. Her skin, contrary to that <strong>of</strong> the men who had wounded<br />
me, was a beautiful dark cinnamon color. Her hair was done up<br />
in dozens <strong>of</strong> little braids.<br />
“She spoke to me, but I couldn’t understand a single word<br />
<strong>of</strong> what she and the older lady beside her were saying to me.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y were applying some sort <strong>of</strong> sticky ointment to my head. I<br />
had no idea <strong>of</strong> what I was doing there nor how I had gotten<br />
there; I could hardly move. I fell into darkness once again.<br />
“One day at sunrise after what your mother would later tell<br />
me was several days, the light <strong>of</strong> dawn woke me again. I no<br />
longer felt pain, and I saw that I was lying in a small, semisunken<br />
boat. I later learned that the boat had belonged to her<br />
grandfather.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re was only half a fathom <strong>of</strong> water over me, and the<br />
edges <strong>of</strong> the boat were about a palm’s width above the surface. I<br />
clumsily tried to get up, and created a great splash. I saw that I<br />
was only a couple swimstrokes from the shore, in the middle <strong>of</strong><br />
a mangrove swamp, where the water was almost saltless.<br />
“On the shore, sitting around a fire with a cooking pot over<br />
it, were your mother and a strange creature that looked like a<br />
man with several body parts missing. When she heard me<br />
splashing, she stood up slowly and came to the water’s edge<br />
nearest me. She gave me another <strong>of</strong> her smiles, as her strange<br />
companion walked over on his hands and knees. He let out a<br />
s<strong>of</strong>t exclamation when she waded into the water.<br />
“I couldn’t take my eyes <strong>of</strong>f <strong>of</strong> her face; it was the most<br />
beautiful face I had ever seen. I slipped over the boat’s edge and<br />
came towards her. <strong>The</strong> differences in the way we looked did not<br />
seem to matter to her at all. She called me by my new name.<br />
“Her voice was gentle and calming. I would have let myself<br />
be killed just to hold onto the seconds I had been looking at<br />
her. She touched her left temple with one hand and pointed at<br />
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me with the other. <strong>The</strong>n she touched her shoulder and pointed<br />
at me again.<br />
“She was trying to ask me how I felt, but neither <strong>of</strong> us<br />
knew any words that the other used, so she was using signs. I<br />
touched my shoulder and then my head, and smiled at her. <strong>The</strong><br />
incomplete man on the shore said something, but she just lifted<br />
up her hand and did not even turn to answer him.<br />
“Now we were so close that I could hear her breathing and<br />
smell her skin. Her aroma was so wonderful it made my head<br />
swim. She held out her right hand towards me and gently<br />
touched the wounded shoulder. <strong>The</strong>n she placed her other hand<br />
on the side <strong>of</strong> my head, where the captain’s blow had struck me.<br />
She touched me tenderly, and although her hands were not as<br />
s<strong>of</strong>t as those <strong>of</strong> my people, I felt at home. I saw that she was<br />
shedding tears at the same time she was smiling; my people<br />
could also weep with joy.<br />
“I didn’t know how to express my gratitude to her. When I<br />
hugged her there was not even a shadow <strong>of</strong> fear in her eyes, and<br />
when she hugged me back I told her, “Thank you” the way we<br />
do where I come from, emitting blue and purple waves <strong>of</strong> light<br />
for a few seconds. She leaned back for a moment to look me in<br />
the eyes, and then lay her head back on my good shoulder.<br />
“She invited me to go ashore with her, so I took in air and<br />
followed her. <strong>The</strong> humidity was so high in the mangrove swamp<br />
that it hardly bothered me to be out <strong>of</strong> the water.<br />
“Her companion raised up on his leg stumps, extended his<br />
hand towards me and smiled at me from his disfigured face. His<br />
eyes were honest and full <strong>of</strong> kindness.<br />
“I sat with them by the fire, as I had sometimes done with<br />
Shepherds <strong>of</strong> the Land. <strong>The</strong>y invited me to eat some cooked<br />
fish and some kind <strong>of</strong> root vegetable they were preparing in the<br />
fire. We don’t usually cook our food where I come from, but I<br />
was famished, and the food smelled <strong>of</strong> some very appetizing<br />
spices which were new to me.<br />
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“While we were eating, the older lady that I remembered<br />
seeing when I awoke briefly a few days before arrived at the<br />
campfire. She gave me a brief hug and then began to speak to<br />
me using some words that I could understand perfectly.<br />
“ ‘Are you better? Are you in pain?’, she asked.<br />
“ ‘No, I am almost well. Do you understand me? How?’ I<br />
answered in astonishment.<br />
“ ‘Only a little. Another came before you. My husband help<br />
woman with eyes <strong>of</strong> sea like you; she teach words.’<br />
“ ‘Thank you; I am eternally indebted to you.’<br />
“<strong>The</strong>n your mother asked her grandmother something; she<br />
turned to your mother with a very serious look on her face and<br />
gave her a long answer, while the man nodded in agreement.<br />
“ ‘What did she ask?’ I inquired.<br />
“ ‘She wants to know if you will leave, and I tell her yes.<br />
You must leave and not return; bad for you, bad for her, bad<br />
for everyone.’<br />
“ ‘Why bad? I am grateful to you; you have saved me. You<br />
are my family now; I owe you my life.’<br />
“ ‘Bad for you here; people will kill. <strong>The</strong>y not know; they<br />
not understand. <strong>The</strong>y fear.’<br />
“Your mother sobbed and looked at me through her tears.<br />
She raised her voice, and her grandmother took her by the<br />
shoulders and spoke to her with even greater insistence than<br />
before.<br />
“She shook herself away from her grandmother and hugged<br />
me again. <strong>The</strong> man said some words and left on the path<br />
through the jungle, walking on all fours as he did.<br />
“ ‘Bad for you, more bad for her. You both know; let it be<br />
whatever pleases the spirits,’ her grandmother said, shaking her<br />
head. And she left on the same path as the man.<br />
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“We were there for several days, with occasional visits from<br />
her grandmother to bring us food, and from the man, who<br />
brought us a bundle <strong>of</strong> firewood tied to his back every day.<br />
<strong>With</strong> each passing day I felt stronger, and I began to hunt in the<br />
sea for both <strong>of</strong> us. We also began learning words from each<br />
other. Your mother’s mind was very sharp and very agile; she<br />
learned much faster than I, but soon we could converse easily.<br />
“Her life had not been easy and her situation was<br />
precarious, in spite <strong>of</strong> the great efforts <strong>of</strong> her grandmother,<br />
Simone, to provide for her and make a good life for her. We<br />
came to the conclusion that it would be much easier for her to<br />
go unnoticed on my side than for me to do so on her side.<br />
“Day by day our love for each other grew, until it filled<br />
every corner <strong>of</strong> our spirits. But the time I had requested for my<br />
supposed explorations was coming to an end; if I wanted to<br />
have any opportunity to take her back with me, as she had said<br />
repeatedly was her wish, I had to be careful not to fall into<br />
disgrace among my people.<br />
“Besides, what Simone had said about a woman apparently<br />
<strong>of</strong> my race having been here before myself, kept spinning<br />
through my head. I needed to find out who had crossed over<br />
from our side to yours, and that might not be easy to dis<strong>cover</strong>.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> first time we parted, it tore at our souls, just as it did<br />
each time over the next few months as I came and went, even<br />
though I only left to try to find a place and a means for us to be<br />
together and safe for as long as we lived. I spent every minute I<br />
could when I was back in my world searching for a way to<br />
somehow bring her over. I also tried to find out about the<br />
woman who first crossed over to your side.<br />
“As to the means <strong>of</strong> taking her back to my world, the<br />
wreckage <strong>of</strong> the submarine where I had found the crossing point<br />
was so twisted that it would be impossible to get through it<br />
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even with a small one-person transport. Once I tried to widen<br />
the passage and I nearly lost my life in the collapse <strong>of</strong> the steel<br />
structure that followed. It took me weeks to open up a narrow<br />
new passage to the crossing point again.<br />
“As to my search for the mysterious woman who had<br />
crossed before me, I didn’t have much more luck. As the days<br />
and weeks went by, my despair grew greater and greater.<br />
“Meanwhile I kept lengthening my leaves <strong>of</strong> absence to<br />
continue my explorations, until I finally found myself in a<br />
position <strong>of</strong> needing to change my status to freeman. While that<br />
would allow me to come and go as I pleased anywhere on our<br />
planet, by renouncing my responsibilities toward my community<br />
I would lose the right to maintain residence on my atoll, to use<br />
community equipment, and to be heard in decision-making<br />
community meetings, among other things.<br />
“Your mother was waiting for me at a little cove near the<br />
mangrove swamp on the evening <strong>of</strong> the first day after the full<br />
moon, but when I didn’t show up, she returned the next day,<br />
and the next, and the next. . .<br />
12<br />
“When I finally managed to open my way through the<br />
wreckage again and come back to her, the joy she felt at seeing<br />
me could hardly placate the sorrow and emptiness she felt<br />
because <strong>of</strong> Simone’s passing just a few days before. Not being<br />
able to do anything for her grandmother as she watched her<br />
heart weaken rapidly and mysteriously over the last few weeks<br />
had filled her heart with great heaviness.<br />
“She waded into the water until the waves were lapping at<br />
her knees, and we hugged each other with the desperation <strong>of</strong><br />
two people who, even though they refuse to admit it, know that<br />
even those brief and far-apart moments <strong>of</strong> happiness could<br />
cease to exist at any time. In an effort to exorcize our fears and<br />
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our pain, we made love, passionately, while the waves <strong>cover</strong>ed<br />
us with a blanket <strong>of</strong> foam. That was the night you and your<br />
brother were conceived.<br />
“We spent the rest <strong>of</strong> that night in the mangrove swamp,<br />
and I wrapped myself in a large cloth that your mother kept wet<br />
with seawater so that I wouldn’t have to leave her side. Just as<br />
the dawn was breaking, I jumped up at the sound <strong>of</strong> someone<br />
or something coming towards us through the swamp.<br />
“I quickly woke your mother and we left the clearing to<br />
take <strong>cover</strong> in the foliage <strong>of</strong> the mangrove trees. From where I<br />
stood, I could soon see that it was Malaam who was nearing the<br />
clearing.<br />
“ ‘Fanya? Kenguele? Where…?’<br />
“ ‘Here we are, Malaam,’ said Fanya. ‘What has happened,<br />
for you to come here so early in the day?’<br />
“ ‘I’ve heard some things in the village, and I think we have<br />
a problem. As you know, the pig farmer’s wife, Madame<br />
Oyono, was always trying to get your grandmother to agree to<br />
marry you to her oldest son, Mathieu. Now that you are alone,<br />
she will pressure you even more.’<br />
“ ‘She’s not alone!’ I told him emphatically.<br />
“ ‘I didn’t mean to <strong>of</strong>fend you, my friend, but if they find<br />
you they will kill you, and they will probably kill Fanya, as well.’<br />
“ ‘But why would they find us? Nobody knows we are here,<br />
do they?’ asked your mother.<br />
“ ‘That’s the problem, child,” he explained. “It seems that<br />
your constant visits to the mangrove swamp have stirred up<br />
gossip and the suspicions <strong>of</strong> Madame Porc, I mean Madame<br />
Oyono. It turns out she sent her son to follow you and find out<br />
what you were up to.’<br />
“ ‘<strong>The</strong> son is almost worse than the father!’ she shuddered.<br />
“ ‘I don’t think he saw you clearly, but he knows he saw<br />
something strange, and now there is a rumor going around that<br />
you have been meeting up with a mamiwata.’<br />
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“She turned to me. ‘Gods, Kenguele! You must leave at<br />
once!’<br />
“ ‘No, Fanya, I won’t leave you here alone!’ I vowed.<br />
“ But Malaam was firm. ‘Now I’m the one who must tell<br />
you that she will not be alone, friend Sharduk.’<br />
“ ‘Well, all right; I’ll go. But in two weeks I’ll return with<br />
some solution to be able to take you with me.’<br />
“ ‘All right, in two weeks!’<br />
“We embraced once more, and I dove into the water.<br />
13<br />
“When I crossed over again to my home world, I felt at<br />
once that something was not right about the water; it was hard<br />
to breathe. I headed for the tear in the ship’s hull where I<br />
usually went in and out. <strong>The</strong>n I noticed the complete silence<br />
around me. <strong>The</strong> sensation <strong>of</strong> not getting enough oxygen got<br />
stronger and stronger.<br />
“I pushed <strong>of</strong>f towards the surface <strong>of</strong> the ocean; my lungs<br />
were aching and my skin began to sting and burn. As I ascended<br />
I finally understood what was happening to me—the pocket <strong>of</strong><br />
deadwater had drifted and now it completely surrounded the<br />
wrecked submarine. I survived only because I only crossed just<br />
the outer edge <strong>of</strong> the pocket, where it was less dense than the<br />
main part <strong>of</strong> it.<br />
“When I reached the surface, I exhaled the water from my<br />
lungs and filled them with air; it had never seemed so delicious.<br />
I lay back and floated for several minutes until I re<strong>cover</strong>ed<br />
somewhat, and I swam a long ways before going back<br />
underwater. <strong>The</strong> millions <strong>of</strong> cubic meters <strong>of</strong> death continued to<br />
shift position until the only way I knew <strong>of</strong> to cross back and<br />
forth between our worlds was right in the middle <strong>of</strong> it.<br />
“Ever since then I have been trying to cross back over to<br />
your mother’s side, failing miserably again and again. That<br />
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cursed mass <strong>of</strong> deadwater began to grow in size, and it was<br />
impossible to get through, at least with the means I had at my<br />
disposal. I finally had to find someone who would help me<br />
open a new portal that would allow me to return. I knew there<br />
was a good chance that it wouldn’t work the way we wanted it<br />
to, but neither I nor the magician who helped me imagined that<br />
there could be such a great time difference, and that I would<br />
return here seventeen years later than I expected.”<br />
“Ah, but you kept trying until you got back! I think my<br />
brother must have inherited his stubbornness from you!” Ciel<br />
exclaimed. A smile spread across Man Kenguele’s face, showing<br />
his conical-shaped teeth.<br />
“Your teeth! We didn’t inherit that from you!” she laughed.<br />
“You can thank the Twins for that!” he agreed. <strong>The</strong><br />
villagers would never have let you live. Soon I will ask you bring<br />
to your brother here, so that he, too, can learn the truth about<br />
who you are. After that we will talk with your mother, so that<br />
she can get ready to come with me.”<br />
“Oh, yes! As soon as I see Etienne I’ll tell him all about<br />
you. I don’t really see him much these days. I know he’s up to<br />
something to try to get enough money to be able to leave this<br />
neighborhood we live in and so that Malaam, who has taken<br />
care <strong>of</strong> us for as long as I can remember, can return to his home<br />
in the north before he’s too old to travel.”<br />
“So Malaam is still living?”<br />
“He’s as tough as ebony wood, a good man, in spite <strong>of</strong> all<br />
the pain and suffering he’s been through.”<br />
“He can be a big help to us; when it’s time, you will tell him<br />
that I’ve returned and that I plan to take all three <strong>of</strong> you back<br />
with me. Now run back home and talk to your brother. Please<br />
don’t say anything to your mother yet, though. I need to think<br />
<strong>of</strong> how to tell her after so much time has gone by.”<br />
“So you’ll take all three <strong>of</strong> us with you?”<br />
“I always planned on taking your mother with me, although<br />
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I was beginning to fear it was impossible. And if you and your<br />
brother want to come with us, I’ll be the happiest creature in<br />
both worlds!”<br />
“Will you wait for me here in the cave?”<br />
“Yes, for now. It’s a safe hiding place. I love you, my<br />
daughter.”<br />
“And I love you, my father. I’ve always dreamed <strong>of</strong> meeting<br />
you.”<br />
Ciel slipped into the lagoon and was soon in the open sea.<br />
Her heart was racing, and it wasn’t just because <strong>of</strong> the<br />
tremendous speed at which she was traveling beneath the<br />
waves. She had met her father, and he was kind yet powerful,<br />
and incredibly beautiful. She could hardly wait to tell her<br />
brother all about him, and especially to tell her mother. She<br />
would just have to wait for that.<br />
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Chapter 7<br />
Etienne<br />
1<br />
Etienne was sitting on the ground with his legs crossed and<br />
his back leaning against the adobe wall <strong>of</strong> his home, intent, as<br />
he so <strong>of</strong>ten was, on untangling the knotted mass that his fishing<br />
nets ended up in after every night he spent on the sea. He had<br />
hardly glanced up the day before when a small group <strong>of</strong> white<br />
tourists riding in a large, white van had stopped at his mother’s<br />
road-side stand to buy some Hausa candies and roasted peanuts.<br />
A gust <strong>of</strong> wind had caught the pages <strong>of</strong> a comic book that<br />
one <strong>of</strong> the white children had dropped, and it blew up against<br />
his foot. <strong>The</strong> van had started down the side road, and the boy<br />
was hanging halfway out <strong>of</strong> the car window with a stupid look<br />
on his face, staring at his sister, Ciel.<br />
As far as he could tell, the owner <strong>of</strong> the comic book was<br />
just a bit younger than himself. He had always thought that<br />
white children stayed children longer. He doubted that any <strong>of</strong><br />
them would be able to endure a night <strong>of</strong> fishing with him. <strong>The</strong><br />
mental image <strong>of</strong> a little white boy struggling with the nets in the<br />
middle <strong>of</strong> the night put a half-smile on his still beardless but<br />
weathered face.<br />
He took another look at the comic book. Quite a bit <strong>of</strong> red<br />
dust had ended up trapped between its pages; he shook it. As<br />
usual, only the <strong>cover</strong>s were in color. <strong>The</strong>y promised epic tales to<br />
whoever decided to read the booklet.<br />
It was the story <strong>of</strong> a white underwater superhero with a<br />
dolphin mascot and a ridiculous little pair <strong>of</strong> short trousers<br />
made <strong>of</strong> fish scales. He would finish reading it later if he had<br />
time.<br />
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As usual the great barracuda, those cursed opportunistic<br />
beasts, had torn big holes in his net in order to steal the fish<br />
from him. His palms were <strong>cover</strong>ed with hard callouses and as<br />
tough as leather. His arms were enormously strong from heaving<br />
the nets into his boat day after day. In fact he was one <strong>of</strong><br />
the few local fishermen who could work alone, handling the<br />
equipment even when the nets were full and overflowing with<br />
fish.<br />
Not yet seventeen, he had acted as man <strong>of</strong> the house<br />
already for several years. His mother, his sister, and he lived in<br />
one <strong>of</strong> the five huts standing by the unpaved highway in the tiny<br />
neighborhood <strong>of</strong> N’long, which belonged to the village <strong>of</strong><br />
Longhee, on the coast along the foot <strong>of</strong> Mount Cameroon.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re were neighborhoods like N’long in all the villages.<br />
That was where the pariahs lived, the people who the majority<br />
<strong>of</strong> the villagers did not care for very much or preferred to keep<br />
at a distance for various reasons, while at the same time keeping<br />
them close enough to be useful if they needed the services <strong>of</strong><br />
the outcasts.<br />
An <strong>of</strong>fense to the local chief, some unusually persistent<br />
gossip, being unpleasantly ugly or deformed, and many other<br />
reasons that were as absurd as they were varied, could earn one<br />
permanent residency in one <strong>of</strong> these neighborhoods to which<br />
the undesirables were relegated.<br />
<strong>The</strong> fact that the wife <strong>of</strong> the richest man in the village, the<br />
pig farmer, had spent years accusing their mother, Fanya, <strong>of</strong><br />
being an evil witch, just because she had rejected their attempts<br />
to marry her to their son, had certainly not helped the family’s<br />
status in the village.<br />
And the fact that with the help <strong>of</strong> the local witchdoctor, the<br />
same woman had spread rumors that were repeated over and<br />
over, with ever-evolving and ever more succulent details, about<br />
their mother bathing in the nude on the nights <strong>of</strong> the full<br />
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moons, to meet up with a sea spirit—well, that did not help,<br />
either.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n there was the fact that Fanya’s twins, Etienne and<br />
Ciel, were born with those huge green eyes and extremely<br />
straight hair, which was irrefutable pro<strong>of</strong> for the villagers <strong>of</strong> the<br />
supposed aquatic adventures <strong>of</strong> their mother. <strong>The</strong>y were<br />
eventually expelled from the village and forced to live in the<br />
neighborhood <strong>of</strong> outcasts. <strong>The</strong>y were children <strong>of</strong> the sea, they<br />
were cursed; they could not and should not live alongside<br />
normal people.<br />
Like the other outcasts, among many other restrictions, they<br />
were only allowed to sell in the street outside <strong>of</strong> the market<br />
place, and they were not allowed to participate in any <strong>of</strong> the<br />
village festivities. Of course, that didn’t mean that the villagers<br />
couldn’t buy products from them—paying a reduced price, <strong>of</strong><br />
course—or hire them for any tasks no one else wanted to<br />
perform—again at a much lower rate than they would have paid<br />
‘normal’ people.<br />
N’long consisted <strong>of</strong> only five huts that were standing and<br />
two others that were in shambles; the current population<br />
consisted <strong>of</strong> Fanya and her children, Ciel and Etienne; Malaam<br />
and Alice; Marie and her twin girls; and Malik, who was blind.<br />
Fanya and her children shared the hut closest to the road.<br />
As a tribal healer, she did her best to help all <strong>of</strong> her neighbors<br />
with their various maladies.<br />
Malaam, the leper, would always be a leper in the eyes <strong>of</strong><br />
the villagers, in spite <strong>of</strong> having been cured years ago. His wife,<br />
Alice, was like a grandmother to Fanya’s twins, to Marie and her<br />
girls, and to anyone else who was willing to accept her care and<br />
concern. Although she had never had children <strong>of</strong> her own, she<br />
was the undeniable matriarch <strong>of</strong> the little community.<br />
Marie herself was a teen-age mother with twin girls who<br />
were severely retarded. <strong>The</strong>ir father, a married man thirty years<br />
Marie’s senior, had never claimed them as his. He had visited<br />
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Marie sporadically before completely abandoning her and her<br />
little ones. She spent a lot <strong>of</strong> her time with her neighbor, Malik,<br />
and was coming to feel deeply towards him. She hoped he<br />
would feel the same.<br />
Malik was a young man who in general was quite unsociable.<br />
He had become blind due to an untreated case <strong>of</strong> a parasitic<br />
filaria. He was kind to Marie, caring for her as though she were<br />
his little sister, and although it was hard for him to express his<br />
affection, he demonstrated it daily by providing for her and her<br />
girls, sharing with them whatever he obtained from begging in<br />
the marketplace.<br />
Although Marie and her girls were the only ones who could<br />
make him smile from time to time, Malik preferred to live alone<br />
in the smallest hut <strong>of</strong> all, next to Marie’s, with his most prized<br />
possession, an old radio that he kept working by setting up in<br />
series the batteries that he picked up <strong>of</strong>f the ground or found in<br />
the garbage.<br />
<strong>The</strong> fifth home in the neighborhood was nailed and<br />
shuttered, and the jungle had already begun to reclaim it. It had<br />
belonged to Bilal the Elder, the so-called evil witchdoctor, who<br />
had lived there until one night he simply disappeared. <strong>The</strong> hut<br />
was full <strong>of</strong> spirits now; at times, strange noises could be heard<br />
coming from the interior. No one wanted to live there, and no<br />
one dared to tear it down.<br />
<strong>The</strong> residents <strong>of</strong> N’long were all uncomfortable for the<br />
villagers to look at, because their circumstances reminded those<br />
who saw them that misfortune could fall upon any <strong>of</strong> them at<br />
any time. It was better to have them out <strong>of</strong> sight, so as not to be<br />
tempted to help them, to get involved, to be human. Those<br />
whose own lives were going well were too busy to complicate<br />
their lives with other people’s troubles. <strong>The</strong>y were a bother.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re has always been a natural tendency to bury or<br />
distance oneself from problems, and from people who are<br />
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considered to be a problem; it was easy to look away and wait<br />
for someone else to resolve the situation.<br />
<strong>With</strong> great effort and the help <strong>of</strong> her new neighbors, Fanya<br />
had managed to set up a little stand at the roadside, where she<br />
could sell her products to anyone who might pass that way. She<br />
had everything from roasted peanuts to herbs and other<br />
ingredients used in traditional medicines, as well as Hausa<br />
candies that she made whenever she was able to obtain a few<br />
kilos <strong>of</strong> sugar. <strong>The</strong> item that was always in greatest demand was<br />
the laxative brew she made that would rid a person <strong>of</strong><br />
tapeworms, as easily as a good witchdoctor could rid one <strong>of</strong> an<br />
evil spirit. <strong>With</strong> the income from the stand—supplemented by<br />
the fish that Etienne brought home almost every morning to<br />
cure by smoking them over coals in some old metal Texaco barrels—they<br />
were able to eke out a living.<br />
2<br />
“Greetings, Etienne!” It was Malaam’s hoarse voice.<br />
Just seeing him from a distance was enough to make the<br />
village children cry and for the adults to look away in disgust.<br />
But in N’long the former leper was loved and respected. He was<br />
practically considered to be their chief, in spite <strong>of</strong> the fact that<br />
he had to walk on all fours, even when he was bringing home<br />
huge sections <strong>of</strong> tree trunks to split for firewood there beside<br />
his hut. He would just roll them along in front <strong>of</strong> him. He had<br />
been a large man, and he was still impressive, with strong, wide<br />
shoulders.<br />
“Good day, Malaam! How is Alice doing?”<br />
“A little better—she had a better night. <strong>The</strong> herbs your<br />
mother gave us are helping a lot. She’s still coughing, but the<br />
fever is less.”<br />
“I’m glad; my mother told me that she’ll probably be well<br />
again in a couple more days.”<br />
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“I hope so! You know I can’t bear to see her suffer. By the<br />
way, how are your escape plans coming along?”<br />
“Ha, ha! You have too many tales in your head, Malaam! I<br />
just want to get my mother and Ciel out <strong>of</strong> N’long. I’ve told you<br />
a thousand times that you and Alice are like family to us; I<br />
would like you to come with us, as well.”<br />
“And where are you going to go with a leper that is missing<br />
more pieces than he has left, and his wife? I am doing just as<br />
well—or just as poorly—here as I could do anywhere else, and<br />
you know it would be hard for me to leave my mangrove swamp<br />
behind.”<br />
“Wouldn’t you like to return to the north? <strong>The</strong> drier climate<br />
there would do Mama Alice’s lungs a lot <strong>of</strong> good, my mother<br />
says.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong> truth is that I would, though I’ve been gone so long I<br />
don’t know if anyone there would remember me. Besides, I’m<br />
still waiting for the return <strong>of</strong> a good friend that I met here; he<br />
swore he would come back.”<br />
“Well, it’s up to you. But I’d rather you came with us.<br />
Besides, if you don’t, mother won’t want to leave you here alone<br />
and won’t go.”<br />
“Ah, you know your mother well! And how much money<br />
have you been able to save up for this emigration plan <strong>of</strong><br />
yours?”<br />
“Not as much as I would have liked, I’ll admit. But I have<br />
an idea that will allow me to get enough together in a very, very<br />
short time.”<br />
“Oh? And what is this infallible idea that has come into<br />
your head, young man?”<br />
“I am going to catch me a barracuda king!”<br />
“All by yourself? That’s impossible! It will take you and that<br />
old piece <strong>of</strong> wood you call a boat down to the bottom <strong>of</strong> the<br />
sea with it!”<br />
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“Excuse me, but the Grand Titanic could take on a blue<br />
whale!”<br />
“Well, maybe, if you had more than one crewman, but I<br />
can’t help you unless you use me for bait!”<br />
“What a brute you are! But I do need a special kind <strong>of</strong> bait.<br />
I want to catch me a really big barracuda, and I need you to tell<br />
me if there’s anything about the kind <strong>of</strong> bait I need in all those<br />
fishing stories that you know.”<br />
“I’m not going to tell you how to get one <strong>of</strong> those things to<br />
come to you; it’s very dangerous, and if anything happened to<br />
you I would never be able to forgive myself.”<br />
“Look, Malaam, I hate living in this hole. If I can get a<br />
single fish that is large enough, we can leave here. I’ve been<br />
saving every cent I could, but I still don’t have nearly enough to<br />
get anywhere.”<br />
“Good Lord <strong>of</strong> all things! All right, there was a fisherman<br />
that I shared a prison cell with once, who told me that to catch<br />
a really large barracuda, you would need to use a head for bait.”<br />
“A head? Would it have to be. . .”<br />
“Human? Well, ideally, yes—in the olden days they were<br />
used, but later they dis<strong>cover</strong>ed that we have a relative who has a<br />
head enough like ours to fool a barracuda: a pig.”<br />
“It might as well be an elephant; we don’t have any pigs.”<br />
“True, we don’t, but you know someone who does.”<br />
“Oh, shit! Yes, I know who—the pig farmer.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong> very one whose wife wangled it so you and your sister<br />
and your mother ended up here—yes, him.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>n tonight I’ll have to go fishing inland. But if he<br />
catches me, he’ll feed me to his animals.”<br />
“So you’ll have to make sure no one sees you. Don’t make<br />
me end up being sorry that I helped you.”<br />
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3<br />
Not all nights are equally dark, and the presence or the<br />
absence <strong>of</strong> the moon is not always the factor that holds most<br />
sway in a night’s blackness. To have to enter into a hostile zone<br />
in order to carry out a plan that could very well cost one their<br />
life makes the darkness that lives crouching inside every heart<br />
come out and add its strength to the night forces to make it<br />
darker, thicker, and more menacing.<br />
But the darkness had never bothered the young fisherman;<br />
he was used to it, thanks to the hundreds <strong>of</strong> dark nights he had<br />
spent sitting in his boat. From where he usually fished, he could<br />
barely make out the feeble, distant dots <strong>of</strong> light that came from<br />
the few lightbulbs in the coastal villages. At sea the only light he<br />
had with him was his little oil lamp, which he kept dark during<br />
the long hours <strong>of</strong> waiting for the fish to bite, so as not to waste<br />
fuel.<br />
He went out fishing, just as he did almost every night, but<br />
this time when he got about a thousand swim-strokes from the<br />
coast, he tossed out the rock that he used as an anchor and<br />
swam back to the shore, where he had hidden the tools that he<br />
would need that night in a hollow palm tree trunk. He could<br />
walk from there to the pig farm in less than half an hour.<br />
<strong>The</strong> night hid him; it made him feel sure <strong>of</strong> himself,<br />
protected. He had brought along one <strong>of</strong> his harpoons with<br />
several meters <strong>of</strong> coconut-fiber rope tied to one end, a net bag,<br />
and a chunk <strong>of</strong> fermented yucca bread.<br />
As is <strong>of</strong>ten the case <strong>of</strong> plans before they are actually carried<br />
out, his seemed very simple to him. He would find a good tree<br />
to climb next to the fence that surrounded the hogs, throw the<br />
pieces <strong>of</strong> yucca bread down into their pen, wait until one <strong>of</strong> the<br />
animals was close enough, and then throw his harpoon directly<br />
through its lungs so that it couldn’t make one <strong>of</strong> those loud<br />
squeals that they are known for.<br />
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<strong>The</strong>n he would just hoist it up by pulling on the rope, carry<br />
it to the shore, cut <strong>of</strong>f its head, and throw the rest <strong>of</strong> the<br />
carcass into the ocean with a big rock inside <strong>of</strong> it. <strong>The</strong> sea and<br />
its inhabitants would take care <strong>of</strong> the rest.<br />
But <strong>of</strong> course if you want to hear the gods and spirits laughing,<br />
just tell them about your plans in your prayers.<br />
Almost four hours had gone by since he had tossed the<br />
food over the leafy, five-cubit-high fence made <strong>of</strong> thorn bushes<br />
that surrounded the pigsty, but the huge animals had not come<br />
near it. Perhaps they were still feeling full from their last feeding.<br />
<strong>The</strong> truth was that they probably ate better than most <strong>of</strong> the<br />
human inhabitants in those parts, and they received better medical<br />
attention for sure.<br />
Worried about how late it was getting, Etienne decided to<br />
drop down into the pen from the branches <strong>of</strong> the little avocado<br />
tree that he had been sitting in, the trunk <strong>of</strong> which stood just<br />
inches from the thorny fence. He had planned to be finished<br />
here hours ago, and dawn—that unreconcilable enemy <strong>of</strong> all<br />
acts that need the <strong>cover</strong> <strong>of</strong> night—would soon bring in a tide<br />
<strong>of</strong> light that would most certainly drag him away on it.<br />
His bare feet landed silently on the other side <strong>of</strong> the fence,<br />
but something in his lumbar region popped with a sharp cracking<br />
noise and sent a volley <strong>of</strong> pain through his spine and up<br />
into his head. <strong>The</strong> hours he had spent crouching in the treetop<br />
had taken their toll.<br />
As he slowly stood up straight, he thought about how dangerous<br />
it was to be in the middle <strong>of</strong> a pigsty, alone and at night.<br />
Pigs have much better night vision than humans, and only a<br />
very large dog could inflict worse bites than a pig’s.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re were some flickering neon lights on in the back end<br />
<strong>of</strong> the pen, and they showed stroboscopic silhouettes <strong>of</strong> the<br />
pigs against the wall <strong>of</strong> the guardhouse. Columns <strong>of</strong> foul-smelling<br />
vapor arose from among the piles <strong>of</strong> excrement.<br />
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<strong>The</strong> pig that he had been eyeing because <strong>of</strong> its good but<br />
not excessive size was asleep, stretched out in a puddle <strong>of</strong> mud<br />
and dung. It must have been having some kind <strong>of</strong> a nightmare,<br />
because every now and then it would start kicking its thick hind<br />
legs.<br />
When his toes were less than a palm’s width from the<br />
animal’s back, Etienne lifted the harpoon that he had used<br />
against so many sharks at sea, and with a single, powerful thrust<br />
he pierced the skin, fat, flesh and bone, leaving the pig literally<br />
pinned to the ground. Spasms shook the animal’s body in waves,<br />
but although it tried mightily, it could not emit more than a<br />
bubbly sound from its snout. <strong>The</strong> agitated movement <strong>of</strong> its legs<br />
mixed its blood with the mire in which it had been sleeping.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sweet, metallic aroma <strong>of</strong> blood stirred the interest <strong>of</strong><br />
the other pigs, and they began to wander over to their wounded<br />
companion. When Etienne pulled out his harpoon, the animal<br />
gave one last shiver. As the grunts <strong>of</strong> the other pigs began to<br />
increase in volume and intensity, he set about to decapitate his<br />
victim just as he did with the fish he caught, with a rapid series<br />
<strong>of</strong> cuts with his cleaning knife, following an imaginary line from<br />
behind the pointy little ears down to the throat.<br />
Just as he stuck his hands and the knife under the thick<br />
flesh to separate the first cervical vertebra from the base <strong>of</strong> the<br />
skull, a light went on in one <strong>of</strong> the windows at the guard house,<br />
which was next to the pigsty. <strong>The</strong> grunts must have wakened<br />
someone.<br />
<strong>With</strong> his arms and chest bathed in blood, Etienne grasped<br />
the head with one hand while he used the other to cut as quickly<br />
as he could through the veins and arteries that still fastened the<br />
head to the body. He pulled with all his might and the head<br />
came <strong>of</strong>f, making a horrible sucking sound.<br />
He could hear the night guard opening the front door,<br />
swearing as he went. <strong>The</strong>re was no time to dispose <strong>of</strong> the rest<br />
<strong>of</strong> the carcass. Etienne stuck his trophy in the net bag that he<br />
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had brought along and lit out running towards the fence. He<br />
vaulted over it, using his harpoon as a pole to propel himself<br />
into the air, just as the large, bright spotlights went on in the<br />
pigsty, producing a long shadow as he leapt. He ran, and ran,<br />
and ran, and the shouts and cursing behind him slowly faded<br />
into the distance.<br />
4<br />
Etienne did not stop until he reached the seashore. He hid<br />
his tools again along with the pig’s head and dove into the water<br />
to return to his boat. <strong>The</strong> spirits must have nearly died <strong>of</strong><br />
laughter, if that is possible, when they saw him go in, all<br />
<strong>cover</strong>ed in blood. It left a generous trail behind him as he swam<br />
—the reddish color could be seen by the first light <strong>of</strong> day, as the<br />
water turned bluer and less black.<br />
When he was about halfway out to where his boat was<br />
anchored, Etienne noticed something brushing up hard against<br />
the sole <strong>of</strong> his foot—something as rough as a metal file. He<br />
quickly turned his head and saw three large, greenish-gray,<br />
triangular fins protruding from the water. He turned back to<br />
look out to sea, to calculate whether or not he had any chance<br />
<strong>of</strong> reaching his boat, and he saw another fin, even larger and <strong>of</strong><br />
the same greenish-gray, crossing over to his left, only a couple<br />
arm-lengths away.<br />
<strong>The</strong> terror <strong>of</strong> being devoured overwhelmed him, stealing<br />
his breath, leaving him weak and trembling, unable to swim a<br />
single stroke more. His plan had never included ending up<br />
bathed in pig’s blood; he had turned himself into the perfect<br />
bait for large sea creatures.<br />
Now he would never be able to take his family away from<br />
N’long, he would never capture a barracuda, he would never<br />
know who his father was—never, never, ever. <strong>The</strong> absolute<br />
certainty that he was going to die filled him suddenly and<br />
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overcame the terror that had frozen him. At least he would die<br />
at sea, as a fisherman. He took his cleaning knife from his belt,<br />
determined to take one <strong>of</strong> those bastard hammer sharks with<br />
him.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sharks had begun to swim in smaller and smaller circles<br />
around him. Etienne knew that the first attack would come<br />
from below. He took in a deep breath <strong>of</strong> air, knowing that it<br />
would be his last, and dove swiftly downward, as though he<br />
were going down for oysters or sponges.<br />
He had always had excellent vision underwater and he could<br />
hold his breath for a very long time. He saw the fast-swimming<br />
shape <strong>of</strong> the largest shark <strong>of</strong> the group, about five meters long,<br />
coming straight upwards toward him.<br />
His intention was to go directly towards the animal, shift to<br />
the side at the last minute, and try to slit it open lengthwise. As<br />
he kicked with all his strength towards the great shark, whose<br />
open jaws he could see in perfect detail, he saw something else<br />
that nearly gave him a heart attack, saving the sharks from<br />
having to kill him.<br />
What looked to him like a flaming red object flew by him at<br />
great speed, leaving a wake <strong>of</strong> bubbles behind it, and hurled<br />
itself directly into the shark’s side. <strong>The</strong> impact was tremendous;<br />
he heard a great thud as the object struck the shark’s flesh, and<br />
the sound <strong>of</strong> splitting cartilage. <strong>The</strong> beast’s back was bent at an<br />
impossible angle, and as he watched in amazement, the shark<br />
began to succumb to the pull <strong>of</strong> the seabed, sinking down,<br />
while a thread <strong>of</strong> blood streamed from his open jaws.<br />
After the impact, the light surrounding the strange object<br />
shifted to an iridescent blue as it slowly ascended toward him. It<br />
stopped just a few meters away, at eye-level with him; the<br />
bubbles dispersed and he could make out a figure that almost<br />
looked human. Time seemed to stand still as they observed each<br />
other.<br />
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<strong>The</strong> surface <strong>of</strong> the man-like creature’s skin produced waves<br />
<strong>of</strong> iridescent light. Etienne felt so astonished that he let the last<br />
bit <strong>of</strong> air escape from his lungs, and the knife dropped from his<br />
hands. He could feel that very soon his lungs would fill with<br />
water, and he panicked again. He could never reach the surface,<br />
no matter how hard he swam. He had survived the sharks only<br />
to die <strong>of</strong> drowning<br />
He started upwards, but as soon as he did he felt something<br />
grab him by the shoulders. He turned, ready to fight <strong>of</strong>f<br />
whoever or whatever it might be. It was his sister, Ciel. His<br />
panic gave way to surprise. His twin took his face in her hands<br />
and her smile filled him with a sense <strong>of</strong> peace. Only then did he<br />
realize that—although with some difficulty—he was breathing<br />
seawater. <strong>The</strong>y ascended together.<br />
<strong>The</strong> strange being, who had kept a prudent distance until<br />
they reached the surface, approached them then. Etienne<br />
realized, as he looked at the creature and at his sister treading<br />
water together there in front <strong>of</strong> him, that they both had eyes <strong>of</strong><br />
the same sea-green color, just like his own.<br />
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Chapter 8<br />
Bilal the Great<br />
1<br />
“If you commanded respect like a real man, no one would<br />
have dared to steal a pig from you!” Her sharp, soprano voice<br />
was like Hell in the ears <strong>of</strong> those who were unfortunate enough<br />
to hear her. And unfortunately the person who had to hear her<br />
most <strong>of</strong>ten was Marcel Oyono, the pig farmer. “<strong>The</strong>y are a pack<br />
<strong>of</strong> envious curs, damn them all! What are you going to do about<br />
it now? You need to teach a lesson to whoever did this terrible<br />
thing!”<br />
“But my dear,” sputtered the pig farmer, “we don’t even<br />
know who it was! And they only took a pig’s head.”<br />
“Oh, and now you’re going to correct me? You’d better not<br />
be coming around to my room this evening, if you know what’s<br />
good for you!”<br />
A layer <strong>of</strong> noisily buzzing flies <strong>cover</strong>ed the carcass <strong>of</strong> the<br />
beheaded animal like a green, metallic blanket.<br />
“I’ve called for the marabout; I’m sure he’ll be able to help<br />
me find out who it was,” Monsieur Oyono defended himself.<br />
“Ha! I knew you wouldn’t be able to do it yourself. Gods, I<br />
married an imbecile!” <strong>With</strong> her nose in the air she whirled<br />
around and marched <strong>of</strong>f, holding her skirts above her knees to<br />
keep them out <strong>of</strong> the muck. It was the first time she had actually<br />
gone into the pigsty, and the penetrating stench made her feel<br />
nauseated.<br />
Marcel cursed himself on a daily basis for ever having<br />
married her, almost twenty years ago. Of course if it hadn’t been<br />
for the dowry her family brought to the table, his business<br />
would never have reached the level <strong>of</strong> prosperity he enjoyed<br />
now.<br />
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On the best <strong>of</strong> days, she behaved like a witch, and on the<br />
worst, like the cruelest <strong>of</strong> harpies. No matter that they had the<br />
largest house in the village, the only motor vehicle, and the only<br />
television for miles around. Nothing was good enough for<br />
Madame Oyono.<br />
As a young woman she had put on airs <strong>of</strong> being a great<br />
singer, and frequently complained about not living in the<br />
capitol, where she could have studied the techniques <strong>of</strong> bel<br />
canto. Undoubtedly her talent would have been recognized, and<br />
she would have acquired the fame and fortune which for some<br />
mysterious reason she believed she deserved.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y currently had three hundred ten pigs on their farm—<br />
well, three hundred nine now—and half <strong>of</strong> the villagers worked<br />
in their employ. It was true that he had had to deceive or<br />
threaten quite a few <strong>of</strong> their neighbors in order to acquire the<br />
land he needed for such a large number <strong>of</strong> animals, but now he<br />
was by far the richest man around, and his opinions were<br />
listened to in the Tribal Assembly.<br />
This wasn’t the first time someone had stolen a pig from<br />
him, nor the first time he pretended someone had done so in<br />
order to make a present <strong>of</strong> it to one <strong>of</strong> his lovers. But there was<br />
something very strange about it this time—they had only taken<br />
part <strong>of</strong> the animal.<br />
On her way out <strong>of</strong> the pigsty, his wife ran into Bilal the<br />
Great, as he insisted on calling himself.<br />
“Greetings, great marabout! Thank you for coming. I hope<br />
you can help my idiot <strong>of</strong> a husband figure out who has dared to<br />
slaughter one <strong>of</strong> our animals right in our yard.”<br />
“Greetings, my lovely lady. I’m sure we can help; don’t be<br />
so hard on him—the poor fellow can’t help himself.”<br />
“I know, Bilal—it’s just that he drives me crazy. It’s a good<br />
thing that I have you.” Taking advantage <strong>of</strong> the fact that her<br />
back was to her husband and that there was quite a distance<br />
between them, Mabelle Oyono flashed a provocative smile at<br />
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the marabout, who could barely mask the look <strong>of</strong> lust on his face.<br />
She was Marcel’s fourth wife, but when his first wife died,<br />
she managed to place herself in a position <strong>of</strong> power within the<br />
family, and she had the other wives and their sons immersed in<br />
a constant state <strong>of</strong> terror. She controlled their finances and<br />
decided who would eat and who would go hungry.<br />
“If you keep looking at me that way, we will be caught,”<br />
muttered the marabout.<br />
“What if we are? He’s only half a man; the only thing he<br />
knows how to do is shout at his workers. When I shout at him,<br />
he turns into nothing.”<br />
“Of course, Madame Oyono,” Bilal continued in a voice<br />
loud enough for the pig farmer to hear him. “I will do<br />
everything I can.”<br />
“Well, my magician, let’s see when you come to visit me<br />
again, and we can spend a while. . .studying the dark arts,” she<br />
whispered. Her lover nodded and smiled as he passed her and<br />
entered the pigsty.<br />
<strong>The</strong> truth was that it was quite risky to get himself involved<br />
with the pig farmer’s wife. At fifty-two, she was eleven years<br />
older than he, but in spite <strong>of</strong> the fact that the marabout generally<br />
preferred younger women, he had never known a woman as<br />
lusty as Mabelle.<br />
She had taken possession <strong>of</strong> him, or had him under a spell,<br />
he didn’t know which, but he found himself unable to resist the<br />
impulse to bed her—in her house, or in the jungle, anywhere, as<br />
<strong>of</strong>ten as he could. And to be truthful some <strong>of</strong> the pig farmer’s<br />
children did not look very much like their presumed father at<br />
all. In fact there were several jokes about that fact, which had<br />
circulated in the village for years, always whispered <strong>of</strong> course.<br />
“My friend, Marcel! I was told that you require my services.<br />
Here I am, to help throw light on what has happened to you.”<br />
“Hello, Bilal. Thank you for coming so quickly,” the pig<br />
farmer greeted him.<br />
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“Not at all, my friend. Besides, in this heat the carcass will<br />
soon be rotting and the smell will be unbearable.”<br />
Marcel waved his walking stick above the carcass and a<br />
cloud <strong>of</strong> flies rose up. “Who could have done this?” he asked<br />
the marabout. “A spirit? Why would anyone take only the head<br />
<strong>of</strong> such an animal? Its hind quarters could have fed a family for<br />
weeks. Poor animal! It was one <strong>of</strong> the largest pigs I had this<br />
year.”<br />
Bilal knelt down, waving his bull’s-tail fly whisk at the<br />
buzzing diners, who were trying to get back to their earlymorning<br />
banquet. <strong>The</strong> carcass was lying on its right side. Bilal<br />
noticed the expert cuts that had been used to separate the head<br />
from the body, and the wide slit between the ribs. It was an<br />
entry wound, since the edges were tucked inward towards the<br />
interior <strong>of</strong> the carcass.<br />
“Have someone turn the animal over; it’s too heavy for<br />
me.”<br />
“Yes, <strong>of</strong> course. I’m too old to be turning over dead hogs<br />
myself. Mathieu, Mathieu! Come help your father. Zambe! This<br />
son <strong>of</strong> mine turned out very lazy; we have always been hardworking<br />
men in this family—it’s almost like he was no son <strong>of</strong><br />
mine!”<br />
For the second time that day Bilal had to make a great<br />
effort to hide the smile that tried to peek out <strong>of</strong> his long face,<br />
partly because the probability that any number <strong>of</strong> the pig<br />
farmer’s children were not his was quite high, and partly<br />
because he knew that practically everything Marcel had obtained<br />
in life had been through deceit and by having about the same<br />
set <strong>of</strong> scruples as the hogs he raised.<br />
“Yes, Father! What do you want me to do?”<br />
“What do I want you to do? You should always be at my<br />
side and know what I need you to do; I have to shout at you to<br />
get you to do anything. Turn this pig over onto its other side.”<br />
“It’s surprising that the other pigs didn’t eat it,” commented<br />
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Bilal, watching as the young man struggled with the carcass.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> watchman came out to see what was going on and put<br />
all the others inside, so that we could look at it as undisturbed<br />
as possible in the light <strong>of</strong> day—and especially so that I wouldn’t<br />
accuse him <strong>of</strong> having stolen it or <strong>of</strong> having fallen asleep again<br />
while he was on duty,” explained Marcel.<br />
“And the watchman didn’t see what happened?” insisted<br />
the marabout.<br />
“He just saw a shadow, someone running as fast as they<br />
could, and he thought they were carrying something in their<br />
hands.”<br />
<strong>With</strong> great effort Mathieu managed to get the heavy carcass<br />
turned onto its other side.<br />
“Bring me a bucket <strong>of</strong> water; this side is so filthy I can’t see<br />
anything,” ordered the marabout.<br />
“Bring it, Mathieu, and be quick about it!” echoed the pig<br />
farmer.<br />
“This is going to be very complicated to solve, Marcel. I<br />
will need much spiritual labor, and certain herbs that are<br />
brought to me from far, far away. I’m very sorry, but this is<br />
going to be quite expensive for you.”<br />
“Of course,” muttered Marcel between clenched teeth.<br />
“Excuse me?”<br />
“Nothing, I just said, ‘Of course.’ I understand; it’s difficult<br />
work. I’m sure you’ll have to consult with many spirits and that<br />
you’ll have to put much effort into solving the mystery.”<br />
“Yes, and a great expense in magic plants. I always have the<br />
blessed porcupine quills brought to me from Zaire; it’s a long<br />
ways away, but those are the ones that give the best results.”<br />
“How much will you need?”<br />
“For now, about sixty thousand céfa francs, half to buy the<br />
materials I need for the spells, and the other half to burn the<br />
banknotes on your behalf in my spiritual fires. You know how<br />
much the spirits like for us to be generous with material things.”<br />
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<strong>The</strong> pig farmer’s wallet was connected directly to his heart;<br />
by this time Marcel was in almost physical pain. <strong>The</strong> amount<br />
being required was three month’s worth <strong>of</strong> wages for a skilled<br />
laborer.<br />
“Here’s the water.” Mathieu arrived, panting.<br />
“Good. Toss it on the carcass so we can see the wounds<br />
better.”<br />
Mathieu tossed the water from the bucket onto the carcass<br />
with such force that blood, water and muck splattered both the<br />
marabout and his father.<br />
“Damn you! This is unacceptable! Look what you’ve done<br />
to my tunic! It was blessed; it was sent to me from Chad, and it<br />
was very expensive!”<br />
“Son, you are an idiot! You just cost me another load <strong>of</strong><br />
francs!”<br />
<strong>The</strong> look <strong>of</strong> disgust on Bilal’s face was a poem in itself;<br />
Marcel was only concerned about the stupidity <strong>of</strong> his son and<br />
the money that he was sure the marabout would use the<br />
circumstances to squeeze out <strong>of</strong> him.<br />
“I’ll buy you another, Bilal. I’m sorry; my son is a fool. Get<br />
out <strong>of</strong> here, you! Go clean the hog house!”<br />
“Of course, Father, right away. I am so sorry; sometimes I<br />
am very clumsy.”<br />
Mathieu managed to keep a straight face until he got out <strong>of</strong><br />
sight <strong>of</strong> his father and the witch doctor. Spattering blood and<br />
pig feces on that arrogant marabout and on his father at the same<br />
time had really made his day. Too bad that he could not brag<br />
about it to anyone, for fear that one <strong>of</strong> them might hear <strong>of</strong> it<br />
and find out he had done it on purpose.<br />
His father insisted on enjoying good health, and the<br />
yearning to inherit ate at Mathieu, just as it did at his brothers.<br />
He should have left the village instead <strong>of</strong> staying to work in the<br />
family business, but he didn’t dare go too far, because as soon<br />
as the old geezer kicked the bucket, they would all dive in after<br />
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the inheritance like a pack <strong>of</strong> hyenas.<br />
Mabelle, his mother, had done a fine job <strong>of</strong> positioning him<br />
as heir above the older sons that Marcel had had with his first<br />
wives. Everything would come to him in time; he just needed to<br />
be patient, very patient.<br />
2<br />
Cursing under his breath, Bilal cleaned <strong>of</strong>f his face with the<br />
inside <strong>of</strong> one <strong>of</strong> his sleeves and kept studying the carcass. This<br />
family was such a pack <strong>of</strong> imbeciles that they deserved for him<br />
to get as much money from them as he could.<br />
Ever since he had eliminated all the competition in the<br />
village—his father on one hand and the old witch Simone on<br />
the other—life had been smiling on him. He earned as much<br />
money as he wanted.<br />
Getting rid <strong>of</strong> the old woman had been easy; he just had to<br />
slip a little poison her way. It was enough to scatter purpleleaf<br />
powder on her firewood so the smoke would weaken her<br />
already tired heart. Her granddaughter, who lived with her,<br />
never noticed anything, at least not enough to be suspicious.<br />
His father’s case had been more complicated. A direct<br />
attack or a poisoning were out <strong>of</strong> the question. Instead <strong>of</strong> using<br />
such drastic measures, he drew on support from the<br />
Witchdoctor’s Council. <strong>With</strong> their approval he organized<br />
matters so that his father would fall into disgrace in the village.<br />
Bilal the Younger only had to provide Chief Ngoma with<br />
the medication against impotence that his father had denied him<br />
repeatedly because it was too dangerous, given the advanced age<br />
<strong>of</strong> the chief. He had taken advantage <strong>of</strong> the situation to get into<br />
Chief Ngoma’s good graces, telling him that his father was a<br />
selfish man and refused the chief’s request in order to humiliate<br />
him, and so that he could not satisfy his new young wife, who<br />
was only sixteen at the time.<br />
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<strong>The</strong> chief had demoted the older marabout from his position<br />
and Bilal the Elder had ended up having to live in N’long, with<br />
the rest <strong>of</strong> the outcasts, while his son now occupied his<br />
prestigious position at the chief’s side. <strong>The</strong> only ones who<br />
interfered with Bilal the Younger now and then were the<br />
missionaries, who insisted on teaching false religions to the<br />
people, religions in which there was no need for a marabout, and<br />
in which there were no spirits to appease.<br />
It had been a long time since Bilal the Younger had<br />
believed in the spirits; they had never appeared to him even<br />
once, in spite <strong>of</strong> his repetition <strong>of</strong> the rites that his family had<br />
passed down to him with such zealous care. But if the common<br />
people took this attitude, it would be very bad for business—<br />
totally unacceptable.<br />
Bilal observed that there was another wound which was<br />
clearly visible on the left side <strong>of</strong> the pig carcass. This was an exit<br />
wound, with the edges pointing outward, away from the body.<br />
<strong>The</strong> water had washed away some <strong>of</strong> the blood from the ground<br />
as well, and a reflection caught his attention. He reached down<br />
and pulled a small piece <strong>of</strong> pointed metal out <strong>of</strong> the mud.<br />
“Did you find something?”<br />
“No, it’s just. . . I’m collecting some dirt from the area to<br />
take home with me and present it to the spirits.” He quickly hid<br />
the piece <strong>of</strong> metal in a fold <strong>of</strong> his brightly colored bubú tunic.<br />
“This is going to require an enormous amount <strong>of</strong> spiritual<br />
work and many hours <strong>of</strong> concentration. Oh, and I will also need<br />
a good, fat hog.”<br />
“For the spirits, as well?”<br />
“For my own spirit, to be more precise. <strong>The</strong> spirit is fed<br />
through the flesh, and my spirit must be in top form in order to<br />
carry out such an arduous task. If you would like to pay me now<br />
so that I can start making the various <strong>of</strong>ferings I need to make,<br />
that would be best.”<br />
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3<br />
<strong>With</strong> a full wallet and a fattened hog on its way to his<br />
house, Bilal started on his way. His home was located a little<br />
apart from the rest <strong>of</strong> the village, to avoid prying eyes, especially<br />
the eyes and ears <strong>of</strong> the husbands <strong>of</strong> his multiple lovers.<br />
It wasn’t hard for him to guess that whoever had carried<br />
out the night raid and removed the animal’s head with such skill<br />
was either a hunter, a butcher, or a fisherman. <strong>The</strong> little piece <strong>of</strong><br />
metal that he had hidden so astutely from Marcel was still in the<br />
fold <strong>of</strong> his tunic; it was undoubtedly the tip <strong>of</strong> a harpoon used<br />
for spearing large fish, so that made the third option the most<br />
likely. And there were not many fishermen left—most <strong>of</strong> them<br />
had ended up working for the pig farmer in his foul-smelling<br />
business.<br />
He detested the way the stench permeated his expensive<br />
tunic. He wasn’t sure he would ever be able to get the stains<br />
out. He strongly suspected that the idiot eldest son <strong>of</strong> Oyono<br />
and his wife Mabelle had splattered him on purpose. That was<br />
all right; he would take care <strong>of</strong> Mathieu in due time.<br />
Mabelle had tried for a long time to marry Mathieu to<br />
Fanya, Simone’s granddaughter, but her proposals were rejected<br />
again and again. It was Mabelle who had stirred up the rumors<br />
that Fanya had been seen with a sea spirit, a mamiwata. Of<br />
course, that was ridiculous—spirits did not exist, nor did<br />
mermen nor mermaids—but the story was useful to get the<br />
villagers to expel Fanya.<br />
Bilal’s thoughts returned to the investigation. He was<br />
confident he could make Marcel’s purse bleed a little more.<br />
It was probable that the culprit was someone quite young,<br />
and without much love towards the richest man in the village or<br />
his wife. He wasn’t totally certain, but he had a perfect<br />
candidate—Fanya’s boy. Besides, as he recalled, hog heads had<br />
been used in olden times as special fishing bait, to capture giant<br />
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barracuda.<br />
Many fishermen had lost their lives trying to reel in such<br />
dangerous specimens. <strong>The</strong>re were not many people around who<br />
were crazy enough, or needy enough, to try it. But perhaps<br />
someone from N’long. . .<br />
Fanya’s son, Etienne, was young enough and strong enough<br />
to try something as stupid as stealing from the pig farmer. Bilal<br />
would only need to tell Marcel <strong>of</strong> his suspicions and wait to see<br />
if someone brought in an unusually large fish to sell in the<br />
marketplace. What’s more, he could teach Fanya a good lesson,<br />
while he was at it. He could use this incident to get rid <strong>of</strong> her<br />
for good, too.<br />
When he managed to get her thrown out <strong>of</strong> the village he<br />
thought he would not have to worry any more about her<br />
stealing his clients. It worked for the first few years—almost no<br />
one was interested in her medicines. But after a while some <strong>of</strong><br />
the people he had not been able to cure himself had begun to<br />
go to her. Unacceptable.<br />
By accusing Fanya <strong>of</strong> helping Etienne catch a barracuda by<br />
the use <strong>of</strong> magic, and accusing him <strong>of</strong> stealing the hog’s head at<br />
her instigation, he would have plenty <strong>of</strong> ammunition against<br />
her. He could probably have all three <strong>of</strong> them expelled from the<br />
region. Perhaps some indignant villager would even make a<br />
night raid over to N’long to burn down their hut with all <strong>of</strong><br />
them inside.<br />
Malaam, the leper, was also on Bilal’s long list <strong>of</strong> people<br />
that he planned to eliminate eventually. Several times he had<br />
been disrespectful to the marabout, and what was worse, he did<br />
not seem to fear him in the least. This would be a good time to<br />
make a clean sweep <strong>of</strong> the whole lot.<br />
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“So what you are saying is that the spirits have revealed to<br />
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you that the thief is a fisherman, and that he lives not too far<br />
from here.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> heat in the pig farmer’s house was asphyxiating. Only<br />
the cold beer that one <strong>of</strong> his younger wives was serving them<br />
made it a little more bearable.<br />
“That’s right, my friend. I filled my bowl with the blood <strong>of</strong><br />
the pig that you sent to me, and then I sprinkled over it some <strong>of</strong><br />
the dirt that I had collected, which had been mixed with the<br />
blood <strong>of</strong> its brother. After hours <strong>of</strong> deep connection with the<br />
spirits, the image <strong>of</strong> a young fisherman was shown to me on the<br />
surface <strong>of</strong> the liquid in the bowl.”<br />
“I’m sorry it is so hot in here, Bilal. <strong>The</strong> damned air<br />
conditioning is on the blink again, and they have to bring the<br />
parts from Japan. Japan! Damned Chinese, they are going to be<br />
the end <strong>of</strong> me yet.”<br />
Sometimes Bilal had to make great efforts <strong>of</strong> self-control to<br />
not beat the pig farmer to death. His stupidity and ignorance<br />
were despicable, especially when compared to the fellow’s great<br />
ability to make himself rich. His house looked more like what<br />
you might find in a city—it had electricity and running water,<br />
the inside walls were painted, the floors were <strong>of</strong> marble, and it<br />
even had an indoor bathroom. That was definitely an influence<br />
from the white pigs, who were too lazy to leave their house to<br />
take care <strong>of</strong> their bodily needs, and preferred to do it inside<br />
their own houses.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> spirits must have told you something more than that,<br />
because with all due respect, that’s not much to go on.”<br />
“After burning your money together with the holy divining<br />
herbs, the spirits whispered to me that the young fisherman had<br />
received the help <strong>of</strong> a woman, a close relative <strong>of</strong> his, who had<br />
some knowledge <strong>of</strong> magic.”<br />
“Around here, almost any woman knows enough magic to<br />
tie knots in the thatching <strong>of</strong> her neighbors’ huts to bring them<br />
bad luck, or to plant an old machete inside a circle made from<br />
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burnt flametree wood so it won’t rain on the fields <strong>of</strong> someone<br />
they dislike.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y also told me that the culprit will soon bring a large<br />
barracuda to the marketplace to sell. Whoever does this will be<br />
guilty <strong>of</strong> killing the hog and <strong>of</strong> practicing forbidden magic.”<br />
“Well! I’ll tell the chief about this; he must give permission<br />
for someone to be taken prisoner.”<br />
“I’ll speak to him myself. I have to pay him a visit anyway,<br />
to treat him for a certain problem he has.”<br />
“I hope it’s nothing serious.”<br />
“Just bedchamber problems; too many wives for a decrepit<br />
old man like him.”<br />
“Ha, ha, ha! Bilal, you are terrible! Another beer?”<br />
You don’t know how terrible! thought Bilal to himself. He was<br />
planning to take advantage <strong>of</strong> the situation to rid himself <strong>of</strong><br />
Fanya and her children, then poison the pig farmer and claim<br />
that it had been a case <strong>of</strong> vengeance on the part <strong>of</strong> the healer’s<br />
spirit.<br />
No one would mourn much for Marcel in the village,<br />
especially if his business kept going and providing employment<br />
to the villagers. And someone would have to advise his poor<br />
widow on how to handle her finances, and keep her company.<br />
<strong>The</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> his wives would make good servants. He was<br />
definitely on a roll.<br />
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Chapter 9<br />
Awale<br />
1<br />
<strong>The</strong> dry season was lasting longer than usual. <strong>The</strong> children<br />
stirred up little clouds <strong>of</strong> dust as they pushed old tires down the<br />
village street with the help <strong>of</strong> a stick or when they kicked a ball<br />
made <strong>of</strong> rags and rubber strips, in the short periods <strong>of</strong> leisure<br />
that they could enjoy after a day <strong>of</strong> helping with chores in the<br />
fields and around the house. Not fully conscious <strong>of</strong> the<br />
difficulties with which their parents struggled on a daily basis,<br />
they played whenever they could, for as long as they could.<br />
<strong>The</strong> old chief was sitting on a little stool in the shade <strong>of</strong> an<br />
enormous rubber tree, staring at an awale board. Close by, six<br />
other men watched in reverent silence that contrasted sharply<br />
with the shouts <strong>of</strong> the children playing in the street.<br />
<strong>The</strong> awale board was beautifully made. It sat between two<br />
players; games could last for days, and sometimes a great deal <strong>of</strong><br />
money or even land was wagered. Whole inheritances had<br />
exchanged hands over these little boards, and wars had been<br />
declared between tribes because <strong>of</strong> accusations <strong>of</strong> cheating at<br />
the game.<br />
<strong>The</strong> chief turned slightly to spit out the spent cola nut pulp;<br />
he chewed cola frequently, a habit that had weakened his heart<br />
and stained his few remaining teeth an orange color.<br />
He picked up the tokens from one <strong>of</strong> the hollows on his<br />
side <strong>of</strong> the board, and with a crooked, orangish smile he<br />
dropped them into the hollows on his opponent’s side <strong>of</strong> the<br />
board.<br />
“You’re done for, Mabuka”<br />
“Dammit, I don’t have any tokens left to move.”<br />
“That’s right. You owe me another ten thousand francs!”<br />
“Your wife is going to kill you, Mabuka!” laughed Franco,<br />
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the blacksmith, who stood by watching. He <strong>of</strong>ten played awale<br />
with the chief himself, but he was prudent enough not to place<br />
any bets on the games.<br />
“Give me a chance to win it back, Chief.”<br />
“Double or nothing.”<br />
“Double or nothing? Hell no, I’m going home. I’ll just have<br />
to figure out something to tell my wife.”<br />
“If it’s <strong>of</strong> any consolation, it was a good game; you played<br />
very well. It’s just that there at the end, your greed got the better<br />
<strong>of</strong> you and you lost. It’s like life itself, playing out on the<br />
board.”<br />
“I’ll come by to settle my account tomorrow, Chief.”<br />
“Tomorrow is better than the day after. Go in peace,<br />
Mabuka.”<br />
“Thank you, Chief, thank you.”<br />
Mabuka was fairly well <strong>of</strong>f; he the owned the only grocer’s<br />
shop in the village with a refrigerator, and on the sales <strong>of</strong> cold<br />
beer alone he earned a great deal <strong>of</strong> money. Unfortunately he<br />
ended up risking it all in nearly every game with stakes that he<br />
could—games <strong>of</strong> luck and games <strong>of</strong> wit—and his account with<br />
the old village chief was growing to the point where it was out<br />
<strong>of</strong> control.<br />
As he stood up and walked away, some <strong>of</strong> the spectators<br />
who had watched the game made wisecracks about what his<br />
huge wife would do to him when he got home, while the rest<br />
praised the undeniable strategic abilities <strong>of</strong> Chief Ngoma.<br />
2<br />
“Hello, Mabuka! You don’t look too happy,” Bilal greeted<br />
him when they ran into each other a couple <strong>of</strong> huts down from<br />
where the awale game had taken place.<br />
“Hello, great marabout! <strong>The</strong> chief really gave me a beating<br />
today.”<br />
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“And yesterday, and last week—and tomorrow he will give<br />
you another, if you don’t come and pick up that amulet that I<br />
prepared for you.”<br />
“You’re right—I’ll drop by tomorrow, for sure.”<br />
“Be careful with ‘tomorrow, for sure.’ If you say it as lightly<br />
to some <strong>of</strong> the people you owe money to as you do to me, I see<br />
you ending up face down in a ditch one night soon. And I can<br />
see that without using any <strong>of</strong> my powers.”<br />
“Tomorrow, tomorrow for sure, I swear to God.”<br />
“Are you Christian now? Don’t swear to me by the white<br />
man’s god!”<br />
“Forgive me, Bilal—it’s just a habit. You know it’s because<br />
<strong>of</strong> that cursed wife <strong>of</strong> mine. By the spirits <strong>of</strong> my fathers, who<br />
are buried behind our hut to protect it, I promise to go fetch it<br />
tomorrow, for sure.”<br />
“Bring along a white rooster, spotless, so that I can sacrifice<br />
it over the amulet, and two thousand francs for the materials I<br />
have used to make it; I’m giving you a good deal, my friend.”<br />
“Tomorrow, for sure.”<br />
“Tomorrow, for sure. . . Dammit, I’m going to end up<br />
using your stupid expression. Get out my sight!”<br />
Mabuka ambled on towards his store. It was right on the<br />
marketplace square, and he spent as long as he could there, in<br />
an effort to delay returning home and facing the painful<br />
consequences that another lame excuse to his wife was going to<br />
bring upon him. She was more than a palm’s width taller than<br />
he, and her shoulders much wider than his own.<br />
Bilal continued on his way to the site where the shopkeeper<br />
had lost his shirt yet again. <strong>The</strong> village streets were not paved,<br />
so they were dusty during the dry season and turned into<br />
mosquito-infested puddles during the rainy season.<br />
It had been many years now since by means <strong>of</strong> his<br />
astuteness and lack <strong>of</strong> scruples he had usurped the position <strong>of</strong><br />
village marabout from his father. But although everything was<br />
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going according to his plans, some things were happening a<br />
little slower than he expected.<br />
Ngoma, the village chief, a withered old man death seemed<br />
to have turned away from in disgust, was still holding his own.<br />
He was nothing but skin and bones, but in spite <strong>of</strong> the<br />
inhumane number <strong>of</strong> pills and potions he took to stimulate his<br />
sexual vigor, and <strong>of</strong> the cola nuts that he chewed constantly, his<br />
heart insisted on continuing to beat quite regularly. <strong>The</strong> trouble<br />
was that if Bilal took more extreme action, such as poisoning<br />
him, he might be dis<strong>cover</strong>ed, and they would throw him to the<br />
pigs—probably alive.<br />
Whenever a chief died, it was almost always assumed that<br />
he had been poisoned or had had a spell cast on him, whether<br />
or not the death was the result <strong>of</strong> an illness, <strong>of</strong> old age, or <strong>of</strong> a<br />
bolt <strong>of</strong> lightning that struck him during a storm. <strong>The</strong><br />
Witchdoctors’ Council would send a group <strong>of</strong> its members from<br />
nearby villages to determine who was guilty, and they usually<br />
took advantage <strong>of</strong> the situation to eliminate the competition or<br />
to get rid <strong>of</strong> anyone who might be deemed a liability to them.<br />
Bilal had a good relationship with many <strong>of</strong> his fellow<br />
marabouts, but if they found out he had a hand in the death <strong>of</strong><br />
the chief, they would turn against him rather than risk any illwill<br />
towards the Witchdoctors’ Council. It would have to look<br />
like those long-term bad habits <strong>of</strong> his had done him in. Losing<br />
the trust <strong>of</strong> the village chiefs, through which the witchdoctors<br />
indirectly controlled most <strong>of</strong> what went on in their<br />
communities, was bad for business. <strong>The</strong>y had enough trouble<br />
with the missionaries.<br />
3<br />
Most <strong>of</strong> the men watching the awale game were already on<br />
their way home or to their fields when Bilal reached the shade<br />
<strong>of</strong> the great tree, which was so welcome on hot days like this,<br />
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making them almost bearable.<br />
“Greetings, Chief Ngoma!”<br />
“Hello, witch! I wasn’t expecting you. Do you want to<br />
play?”<br />
“I need to inform you <strong>of</strong> some very serious matters.”<br />
“All right, sit at the board and we’ll talk as long as the game<br />
lasts. I have other things to do later.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> chief always imposed some condition or other, be it<br />
great or be it small, whenever anyone wanted an audience with<br />
him. <strong>The</strong>se conditions were generally insignificant, since he was<br />
so used to exercising his own will over that <strong>of</strong> others all <strong>of</strong> his<br />
life, but they irritated the witchdoctor greatly.<br />
“Of course, Chief.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> you may leave—we have things to discuss that<br />
are <strong>of</strong> no concern to you.” <strong>The</strong> last few spectators moved away,<br />
leaving the witchdoctor and the chief alone in the shade <strong>of</strong> the<br />
tree.<br />
<strong>The</strong> narrow ebony awale table was set between two <strong>of</strong> the<br />
enormous roots that served as benches for those watching the<br />
games. It had two rows <strong>of</strong> six round hollows each, carved into a<br />
piece <strong>of</strong> ebony wood that was a meter and a half long and just a<br />
hand-span wide.<br />
A buffalo head was carved at each end <strong>of</strong> the board, and<br />
between the horns <strong>of</strong> each was another, oval-shaped hollow,<br />
called a silo, which held the tokens that the players won from<br />
their opponent during the game. Two matching stools had been<br />
fashioned by Songo, the local ebony woodworker, as payment<br />
for a game that he had lost to the chief. <strong>The</strong>ir legs bore the<br />
carved images <strong>of</strong> antelopes, and they were set at just the right<br />
height so that the players could move their tokens comfortably.<br />
Awale, also called bantumi in certain regions, was a game as<br />
old as the world itself, much older than the modern game <strong>of</strong><br />
chess. In awale, the players took turns “sowing” their tokens into<br />
the hollows, one by one, in a counter-clockwise direction. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
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could leave tokens, or “seeds” in all or some <strong>of</strong> their opponent’s<br />
“fields” or in their own.<br />
Basically the game consisted in getting a previously agreedto<br />
number <strong>of</strong> tokens in each hollow, in order to win one’s own<br />
tokens back as well as those <strong>of</strong> one’s opponent. In order to be<br />
the one “harvesting,” the usual strategy was to try for the last<br />
token sown to be into one <strong>of</strong> the opponent's fields that had<br />
only one or two tokens in it. That way they would all go to<br />
one’s kalaba, or silo, situated between the buffalo horns to the<br />
right <strong>of</strong> each player. <strong>The</strong> harvesting had to be done in the<br />
opposite direction to the sowing.<br />
“I ran into Mabuka on my way over. He seemed to be very<br />
heavy-hearted.”<br />
“Yes, I wiped him out again. He always gets in a hurry at<br />
the last and ends up losing.”<br />
<strong>The</strong>y picked up the tokens from the silos and distributed<br />
them again, each one in their fields, six tokens per field, thirtysix<br />
per player. Even though the tokens and the table stayed<br />
outside every night, <strong>cover</strong>ed with a sheet <strong>of</strong> plastic held in place<br />
by stones so that they would not get wet, the village children<br />
would never have dared to touch—much less steal—any <strong>of</strong> the<br />
tokens. <strong>The</strong> thought <strong>of</strong> the beating they would undoubtedly<br />
receive if they did so was enough to dissuade them.<br />
“You go first, Bilal.”<br />
“An honor! Thank you, Chief.”<br />
4<br />
Bilal picked up the tokens from his first hollow to the left,<br />
and sowed a white sphere in each <strong>of</strong> the following fields, leaving<br />
the chief with an extra token in his first field.<br />
“That was not a very generous opening, Bilal. What did you<br />
want to talk to me about?”<br />
“I know who killed and butchered that hog <strong>of</strong> Marcel’s.”<br />
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“Who do you think was stupid enough to just take the<br />
head?”<br />
“I’m sure it was one <strong>of</strong> those sea bastards, the boy to be<br />
exact.”<br />
“How did you come to that conclusion? You seem very<br />
sure <strong>of</strong> yourself.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> chief decided on the tokens in the last <strong>of</strong> his fields, the<br />
one on his far right, and dropped them one by one into each <strong>of</strong><br />
Bilal’s six fields.<br />
“You are on the warpath today, Chief.”<br />
“I asked you why you were so sure <strong>of</strong> yourself.”<br />
“I consulted the spirits, and they told me…”<br />
“Don’t be ridiculous—we both know that you have about<br />
as much faith in the spirits as I do. If they existed, they would<br />
have punished the two <strong>of</strong> us long ago for our favorite<br />
pastimes.”<br />
“Forgive me—it’s just out <strong>of</strong> habit. You know that it’s in<br />
the best interest <strong>of</strong> both <strong>of</strong> us for the villagers to continue to<br />
believe in the spirits. I found a broken harpoon tip underneath<br />
the dead pig, and that son <strong>of</strong> Fanya’s is one <strong>of</strong> the few<br />
fishermen around here that still goes out to sea. He’s also the<br />
only one young enough to jump the fence like that.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> marabout copied the chief’s play almost exactly, but<br />
since he now had eight tokens in the hollow to his far right, he<br />
ended up dropping one into each <strong>of</strong> his own first two hollows<br />
on the left.<br />
“You grab every token that you can get; you shouldn’t be<br />
so anxious, Bilal. By the way, we haven’t said anything about<br />
what we are wagering on this game.”<br />
“I’ll be satisfied to have the opportunity to tell you about<br />
the ‘hogicide.’ ”<br />
“Oh, come on, I know you. You never do anything for<br />
anyone unless you are going to get something out <strong>of</strong> it.”<br />
“I want Fanya and her children out <strong>of</strong> here.”<br />
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“You have always had a grudge against them.”<br />
“She takes away my clients.”<br />
“You mean she cures your clients.”<br />
“She’s a woman—she shouldn’t be allowed to have that<br />
kind <strong>of</strong> power. People respect her too much.”<br />
“Because she helps them, and although she doesn’t have<br />
much herself, she generally doesn’t charge them anything.”<br />
“It sounds like you are fond <strong>of</strong> her, Chief.”<br />
“I still don’t feel it was right for us to relegate her to the<br />
neighborhood <strong>of</strong> the outcasts.”<br />
“Are you growing a conscience now at your age? It’s a little<br />
late for that, isn’t it?”<br />
“Is that the way you talk to your chief?”<br />
“Forgive me; it’s just that I’m surprised that you even think<br />
about that.”<br />
“Be quiet a while, and let’s play.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> two opponents made their moves more quickly now;<br />
the chief seemed to be losing—quite a number <strong>of</strong> his tokens<br />
were already in Bilal’s silo.<br />
“You’re playing well today, witch. You really want to win.”<br />
“I must be having a lucky day.”<br />
“You know full well that luck has nothing to do with an<br />
awale game. Now, what was it exactly that we are wagering?”<br />
“I told you—I want you to expel Fanya and her family<br />
from N’long.”<br />
“Look, it’s one thing to not believe in the gods, and another<br />
thing to not believe that doing certain things will bring you bad<br />
luck.”<br />
“And I want permission to take her son prisoner. If he’s up<br />
to what I think he is, he will soon be bringing in a large fish to<br />
sell at the marketplace. That will be the final pro<strong>of</strong>.”<br />
“And what is it that you think he is up to?”<br />
“I think that he’s going to fish for a giant barracuda, and<br />
that he needed the hog’s head as bait. I’ll accuse his mother <strong>of</strong><br />
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performing black magic, and you will have the perfect excuse to<br />
send her away.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong> boy must be very brave; as far as I know, he fishes<br />
alone, and those barracuda can be twice the size <strong>of</strong> a man.”<br />
“If I win, you will allow me to arrest him, and you will send<br />
the woman away from here.”<br />
“Agreed, but don’t think you have already won the game.”<br />
Ngoma redistributed his tokens, trying to fill out some <strong>of</strong><br />
his hollows, while Bilal made repeated attacks, trying to keep the<br />
chief from carrying out his strategy. But the old man was only<br />
apparently defenseless; after he had strung along the marabout<br />
for a while with the temptation to collect several more tokens,<br />
he began to attack once more.<br />
Such was his skill, worthy <strong>of</strong> a pr<strong>of</strong>essional gambler, that<br />
the chief had managed for one <strong>of</strong> his hollows, the one he had<br />
used the least, to go unnoticed even by the expert eye <strong>of</strong> the<br />
marabout. He had managed to accumulate enough tokens to go<br />
around the whole awale board exactly twice, sowing his tokens in<br />
all <strong>of</strong> his opponent’s fields and collecting so many tokens that<br />
all Bilal had left were four, in his first field.<br />
<strong>With</strong> so few tokens left, he could not even get to the<br />
opposite side <strong>of</strong> the board to force the chief to play. On the<br />
other hand he had not been left with no tokens at all, in which<br />
case Ngoma would have been obliged to give him at least one<br />
so he could continue playing, according to the rule that forbade,<br />
in the game as in real life, depriving the enemy defeated in battle<br />
<strong>of</strong> sustenance.<br />
“Damned be the spirits <strong>of</strong> my forefathers!”<br />
“Now you think about them, witch?”<br />
“I didn’t see you coming; you’re a deceitful devil.”<br />
“Why, thank you. This old man does what he can.”<br />
“I still have one move left.”<br />
“No way! No matter what you do, you can’t get to my<br />
fields. You’ve lost, Bilal. You will do nothing to Fanya nor to<br />
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her bastards.”<br />
“You’re mistaken. I told you I still have one move left.”<br />
Bilal slowly moved his hand over the board, dropping a dozen<br />
new spheres into the hollows. <strong>The</strong>y were each about a<br />
centimeter and a half in diameter, just a bit smaller than the<br />
awale tokens, and bright green in color.<br />
“Are those what I think they are, Bilal?”<br />
“Not exactly; these are even better, much stronger than the<br />
ones I usually bring to you. <strong>With</strong> these, you will have enough<br />
energy to last the whole night long.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> chief picked up one <strong>of</strong> the green spheres and looked at<br />
it thoughtfully.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> last ones you brought me were not having much<br />
effect any more.”<br />
“I’ve revised the formula especially for you; I heard that<br />
you were planning to marry a new wife.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> chief brought the sphere up to his nose and sniffed it.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y have a very strong smell.”<br />
“Because they are strong. Are you going to want them?”<br />
“You’re a devil, you witch.”<br />
“Why, thank you. I also do what I can. I will take that as a<br />
yes. ”<br />
“All right, let’s say that you won the game. But I am going<br />
to set you one condition: first you will bring the boy to me, and<br />
then I will decide what to do.”<br />
Bilal got up from his stool.<br />
“Agreed, I’ll bring him to you. But don’t hold me<br />
responsible for what the pig farmer might do to him.”<br />
“Get out <strong>of</strong> here—let’s see if with a little bit <strong>of</strong> luck I don’t<br />
have to see your face again until you bring me the boy.”<br />
“Thank you, Chief. Enjoy the gift. And one last thing:<br />
would you send me a couple <strong>of</strong> your guards to take the boy in,<br />
if I need them?”<br />
“All right, damn you. I’ll give the order for them to go with<br />
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you when you ask for them. Now get out <strong>of</strong> here for once and<br />
for all; your voice gives me a headache.”<br />
Biilal turned and left, leaving Ngoma looking at the little<br />
pills wrapped in fine banana leaf fibers to disguise the telling<br />
odor <strong>of</strong> their contents. <strong>With</strong> a bit <strong>of</strong> luck, they would lift his<br />
spirits so much that he would end up in his grave, with a big<br />
smile on his leathery face, <strong>of</strong> course.<br />
Ngoma’s oldest son and heir to his position, Anton, did not<br />
have his father’s character but had inherited all his vices. He<br />
would be easier to manage than his father. If Fanya’s son<br />
showed up in the marketplace to sell his giant fish, he would<br />
have him taken before the chief, <strong>of</strong> course.<br />
Bilal had been waiting for the chance to get rid <strong>of</strong> old<br />
Simone’s kin. Although she had never shown any sign <strong>of</strong> it, it<br />
was quite possible that Fanya had guessed who had caused her<br />
grandmother’s death, and that was a risk that he had been<br />
wanting to eliminate for some time. After all these years, with<br />
great patience and great manipulation, he was about to achieve<br />
total control <strong>of</strong> the village.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Witchdoctors’ Council would undoubtedly be pleased<br />
with him, and if he played his cards right, it would not be long<br />
until they assigned him to one <strong>of</strong> the many public <strong>of</strong>ficials they<br />
controlled. Of course theoretically they only served as<br />
counsellors, but in fact they had complete sway over such<br />
<strong>of</strong>ficials’ actions through fear and the obligatory performance <strong>of</strong><br />
meaningless rituals.<br />
<strong>The</strong> witchdoctors’ power had been on the rise ever since<br />
the European colonizers had given way to great international<br />
corporations, which they helped by manipulating the leaders <strong>of</strong><br />
various countries to allow them access to the natural resources<br />
they craved. <strong>The</strong> long shadow <strong>of</strong> the witchdoctors already<br />
<strong>cover</strong>ed all the non-muslim countries on the African continent.<br />
Where Islam reigned, witchdoctors had been persecuted<br />
and almost exterminated in some areas, but they were present in<br />
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practically all the countries that were principally animistic, no<br />
matter the different races <strong>of</strong> their peoples, always influencing<br />
whatever government was in power, or even exercising<br />
complete control in the cases where the leaders had been set up<br />
in power by the Council itself.<br />
It was all just a game as old as awale: <strong>The</strong>y placed their<br />
tokens where they would produce the greatest benefit, they left<br />
breadcrumbs to appease their adversaries, and they played the<br />
board until they owned everything. <strong>The</strong>ir silo got filled more<br />
and more, and everyone else’s got emptier.<br />
His idiot father had never made any effort to enter into the<br />
game that Bilal was now about to win. He had always refused to<br />
mold the village and its inhabitants to the desires <strong>of</strong> the<br />
Witchdoctors’ Council. But Bilal was much smarter. Infinite<br />
possibilities now lay before him. He might even be assigned to<br />
an ambassador, to protect him from the evil eye when he went<br />
abroad. Yes, he could soon be traveling the world—in first<br />
class, <strong>of</strong> course!<br />
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Chapter 10<br />
<strong>The</strong> Grand Titanic<br />
1<br />
Etienne leaned over the edge <strong>of</strong> his boat, an old wooden<br />
affair that was about six paces long by one and a half wide.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Grand Titanic rocked peacefully as the waves lapped at<br />
its peeling wooden sides, where it had been repainted over and<br />
over again, layer over layer, with all the possible tones <strong>of</strong> blue.<br />
After several violent spasms and much empty heaving, his lungs,<br />
which had just been filled with seawater for the first time,<br />
managed to empty themselves <strong>of</strong> their contents.<br />
His sister, Ciel, held him by his shoulders while he went<br />
through the painful process. Etienne had seen her also release<br />
the water from her lungs, apparently without any effort, as soon<br />
she had helped him climb up over the port side <strong>of</strong> the vessel.<br />
He could hear her saying what must have been words <strong>of</strong><br />
encouragement, but all he really noticed was the strange<br />
bubbling sound in his lungs.<br />
“It’s okay, you’ll be all right. <strong>The</strong> first time is the hardest.”<br />
Another heave brought up a large quantity <strong>of</strong> seawater that<br />
had ended up in his stomach.<br />
<strong>The</strong> bottom <strong>of</strong> the solar disk had just separated itself from<br />
the leafy sea <strong>of</strong> trees in the dense jungle, bathing the treetops in<br />
reddish tones. Etienne sat up enough to turn over and flop<br />
down on the bottom <strong>of</strong> the boat.<br />
“Here, drink it slowly. It will make you feel better.”<br />
Strangely, sipping the seawater from the can his sister <strong>of</strong>fered<br />
him did indeed make him feel a little better.<br />
“Dammit, my lungs are burning.”<br />
“You’ll be okay in a few minutes.”<br />
“You didn’t look like you were drowning, Sister.”<br />
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“You weren’t drowning either; well, for a bit, but just until<br />
you quit fighting it and you filled your lungs with water.”<br />
“That doesn’t make sense! And where’s that strange fellow<br />
who was with you?”<br />
“He’s right here, in the water, just a few meters below us.”<br />
Etienne gave a startled jump.<br />
“Who is he? And why can all three <strong>of</strong> us breathe<br />
underwater?”<br />
“I think you will know the answer to those two questions if<br />
you think about it for a few seconds, and if you remember what<br />
you felt when you saw his eyes.”<br />
“Enthi! Is that our father?”<br />
“See? You knew the answer. Do you want to meet him?”<br />
“How long have you known about this?<br />
“Only for a couple <strong>of</strong> days. I was going to tell you all about<br />
it last night, but you never showed up at the house. I came out<br />
here to talk to him again.”<br />
“Ask him to come up here with us, please.”<br />
2<br />
Ciel stretched out her right hand and dipped it into the<br />
water. <strong>The</strong> boat leaned slightly to starboard, and something<br />
grabbed onto her hand. Etienne jumped up and rushed over to<br />
free her <strong>of</strong> whatever had ahold <strong>of</strong> her, but at the same instant<br />
another hand grabbed the edge <strong>of</strong> the boat. He saw that his<br />
sister was smiling.<br />
<strong>The</strong> hand clinging to the edge <strong>of</strong> the boat had long, sharp<br />
nails, and the creature’s head, which he had seen underwater a<br />
few minutes before, looked much more human now that he saw<br />
it out <strong>of</strong> the water. <strong>With</strong> an agility that only beings with<br />
enormous strength and speed possess, the creature pulled<br />
himself over the edge into the boat.<br />
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“Hello, Etienne.” <strong>The</strong> stranger’s voice was deep; it<br />
reminded him <strong>of</strong> his own.<br />
“You saved me from the sharks. Thank you.”<br />
“Keeping you from ending up in a white-tooth’s stomach is<br />
the least a father can do for his son.”<br />
“Etienne, let me introduce you to our father. You can call<br />
him Man Kenguele, which is what our mother called him.<br />
Sharduk is another <strong>of</strong> his names, but I prefer to call him Father.<br />
“Thank you, Sharduk. You don’t seem much older than we<br />
are; I’m afraid it would be hard for me to call you Father, at least<br />
for now.”<br />
“You may call me whatever you like. I just got here, and I’m<br />
in no position to require anything <strong>of</strong> either <strong>of</strong> you.”<br />
“Brother, why were you swimming at dawn, all <strong>cover</strong>ed<br />
with blood? I can still smell it on you.”<br />
“Gods! I stole a hog’s head from the pig farmer.”<br />
“Are you crazy? If they had caught you, what would have<br />
happened? I’ll tell you! <strong>The</strong>y would have thrown you into the<br />
pigsty to be eaten by the pigs! What were you thinking?”<br />
“I needed it to use as bait for a barracuda king.”<br />
“And you went to steal it last night?”<br />
“Your brother is very brave,” commented Sharduk.<br />
“Don’t you stick up for him!” scolded Ciel. “It was a<br />
completely stupid thing to do! If anything had happened to<br />
him, Mother would have died <strong>of</strong> a broken heart.”<br />
“You sound just like her, Sister,” complained Etienne.<br />
“You certainly have as much spunk as she does, daughter.”<br />
Sharduk smiled at her.<br />
“Are you on his side about this?”<br />
“I didn’t say that; I just said that he must be very brave to<br />
have done it. . .”<br />
“Thank you.”<br />
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“. . .although it was quite foolish to go swimming in the sea<br />
all <strong>cover</strong>ed in blood. If there had been more sharks I don’t<br />
know if we could have rescued you.”<br />
“All right. It was stupid <strong>of</strong> me.”<br />
“And why do you need to try to catch a barracuda king?”<br />
demanded Ciel.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> answer is simple. I’ve been trying for a long time to<br />
save up enough to be able to take you and Mother away from<br />
this shitty neighborhood. A giant fish like that will fetch me<br />
enough at the marketplace to be able to do it at last.”<br />
“Your motives are honorable, Son.”<br />
“I’m doing the best I know how. But speaking <strong>of</strong> motives,<br />
why and how did you suddenly show up here? Don’t get me<br />
wrong, I’m very thankful for what you did for me down there,<br />
but I don’t know why you’re here, nor what you’re planning.”<br />
“He had his reasons for coming back now and not sooner,<br />
Etienne,” Ciel assured him.<br />
“Come back from where? From the dead?”<br />
“I see that you have a lot <strong>of</strong> fire in you as well, Etienne!”<br />
“He’s gone through a great deal trying to return from his<br />
world to ours. <strong>The</strong>re are doorways—they call them crossing points,<br />
Brother—to go from one world to another. He found the door<br />
to our world by accident the first time, but then later that door<br />
couldn’t be used any more, and he had to find a different way to<br />
come back. Unfortunately, the door they opened for him to<br />
come back didn’t work quite right, and it’s seventeen years later<br />
here than when he left.”<br />
“Gods! It’s like in the comics about Antares!”<br />
“Antares?” Sharduk looked puzzled.<br />
“Never mind. It’s just some stories that are told in our<br />
world about underwater heroes, hidden worlds, and rescuing<br />
princesses that are always very beautiful and very white.”<br />
“In every world there are legends <strong>of</strong> heroes and princesses;<br />
these are universal tales,” nodded Sharduk.<br />
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“Father, we have to talk to Mother. I can’t stand waiting any<br />
longer,” broke in Ciel.<br />
“And I still don’t know what plans you have for us,” insisted<br />
Etienne.<br />
“My idea has always been for your mother to be able to<br />
come back with me to my world someday. Now, <strong>of</strong> course, I<br />
would like for you two to be able to come, as well.”<br />
“I see a problem—I don’t think anyone has asked Mother<br />
yet whether she wants to go. It may not be easy for her; she<br />
helps a lot <strong>of</strong> people, and I doubt she is willing to abandon<br />
them.”<br />
“My brother’s right. But I’ll go with you; we have no future<br />
here.”<br />
“Unless I can catch that barracuda, and I can take us all out<br />
<strong>of</strong> N’long. You’ll excuse me, but I am very used to having to<br />
take care <strong>of</strong> business myself.”<br />
“If any <strong>of</strong> you decide to come, tomorrow night I’ll try to<br />
open up a crossing point, a door, at the old witchdoctor’s house.<br />
But it will be a one-way trip, as that particular door only works in<br />
one direction. <strong>The</strong> one I used in order to come here would not<br />
work at all for you, as it would take you back seventeen years.”<br />
“At Bilal the Elder’s hut?” the twins asked in unison.<br />
“Yes, and I’ll have to go that way as well, as I explained to<br />
your sister. I can’t get back the way I came the first time, either.<br />
I’ll need a large cloth to wet and wrap around myself, to protect<br />
myself from the air. Otherwise by the time I get to N’long from<br />
the swamp my skin would be so dry that I would be bleeding. I<br />
don’t have the land suit here that I usually wear if I need to stay<br />
out <strong>of</strong> the water for very long.”<br />
“What does the old marabout have to do with all <strong>of</strong> this?<br />
He’s been gone for years,” frowned Etienne.<br />
“It’s a long story,” answered Sharduk.<br />
“My boat is anchored; I’m in no hurry. I can’t try to catch<br />
the barracuda until tonight.”<br />
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“Are you still planning to go ahead with that, Brother?”<br />
“I risked my life in order to be able to try for it, and I don’t<br />
know if I’ll go with you or not, or whether Mother will go.<br />
Maybe I’m not as ready as you are to abandon her and the<br />
others.”<br />
“I am not asking you to abandon anyone, Son.”<br />
“I’d rather you not call me that, Sharduk.”<br />
Ciel bristled. “What’s the matter with you? You’ve just met<br />
our father for the first time, and he wants the same thing you<br />
do, to take us to a better place to live. And you react by being<br />
disrespectful?”<br />
“Daughter, I know I will have to earn his respect. I<br />
understand your brother; he has his plans, and they’re plans that<br />
only a brave man would dare to make. I can’t just show up here<br />
and change everything.”<br />
“I’ll go on with my plan; I’ll catch a barracuda king, and<br />
afterwards I’ll decide what to do about your proposal. I still<br />
don’t know what that cantankerous old witchdoctor has to do<br />
with you.”<br />
“It will take me a while to explain it to you, Etienne.”<br />
“Like I said, I have nothing else to do until tonight, except<br />
to go back to shore to fetch the hog’s head. By the way, Sister,<br />
could you bring it over to me? I see that you swim very fast.”<br />
“I think your brother would like to have some time with<br />
just the two <strong>of</strong> us alone, so he can better judge me.”<br />
“What do you mean, judge you? You’re our father!”<br />
Etienne looked at Sharduk as he answered his sister. “That<br />
may be, but I want to know what kind <strong>of</strong> a man he is before I<br />
decide whether or not to go with him, or whether Mother<br />
should even know he is here.”<br />
“That seems fair to me, Etienne. I don’t know yet how to<br />
explain to Fanya that I’m the same age as when I left, and yet so<br />
many years have gone by for her.”<br />
“I think you are making a big deal out <strong>of</strong> it, Brother.”<br />
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Now it was Etienne’s turn to bristle. “Ciel, I’ve been the<br />
man <strong>of</strong> the house for many years. I would rather Mother go on<br />
with her life thinking that Father will never return, than risking<br />
that she might suffer because <strong>of</strong> him again.”<br />
Man Kenguele could not help but notice that Etienne had<br />
referred to him as “Father” for the first time. <strong>The</strong> boy had every<br />
right in the world to decide what he would do. It could be<br />
difficult to win him over, but he liked to see the way Etienne<br />
defended the interests <strong>of</strong> his family.<br />
“Ciel, please go fetch you brother’s bait; I need to talk to<br />
him alone.”<br />
Reluctantly, Ciel dove into the sea, purposely splashing her<br />
twin brother as she did so. It bothered her that just because he<br />
was a boy he thought he had more right to make decisions than<br />
she did. And it had hurt her for him to insinuate that she was<br />
willing to abandon their mother.<br />
Her own future was much more complicated than his. She<br />
would end up married <strong>of</strong>f to some lout, in the best <strong>of</strong> cases.<br />
And it was true that her brother’s plan, crazy as it was,<br />
barracuda king and all, made her feel very proud <strong>of</strong> him.<br />
Etienne gestured for Sharduk to take a seat across from<br />
him. “Now come, tell me your story. I want to know what kind<br />
<strong>of</strong> man you are.”<br />
3<br />
“<strong>The</strong> truth is that your sister has summed up very well how<br />
I showed up here and why I couldn’t return any sooner.”<br />
“I want to know how you managed to get here. I didn’t<br />
mean to <strong>of</strong>fend you when I said that I didn’t know if Mother<br />
would want to leave with you; it’s just that people change over<br />
time. She has suffered a lot all these years.”<br />
“You speak as one much older than you are.”<br />
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“I had to grow up fast, to be the man <strong>of</strong> the family, to be<br />
strong, and to provide us with the things we needed.”<br />
“When you get used to breathing in the sea, your strength<br />
will increase; but even now, you are very strong for your years.”<br />
“As I said, I had to grow up quickly and could not be weak.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sea will either make you strong, or it will kill you.”<br />
“It has made you very strong, indeed. When you allow me<br />
to do so, it will be an honor for me to call you my son.”<br />
A smile crossed Etienne’s face. “If two children <strong>of</strong> mine<br />
suddenly appeared to me, I would die <strong>of</strong> fright, Sharduk.”<br />
“Don’t think it doesn’t scare me to think that I’m a father.<br />
<strong>The</strong> only thing that frightens me more is how to explain all this<br />
to your mother. It has all turned out to be a disaster. I don’t<br />
know how well she even remembers me, or whether she will still<br />
love me; it has only been a couple <strong>of</strong> months for me since I left.<br />
No matter how I explain it to her, even if she understands, I<br />
know that the heart does not always forgive, even if the head<br />
wants to.”<br />
“Well, explain it to me first, and I’ll tell you what chances<br />
you’ll have with my mother.”<br />
“As your sister said, I found the door—the crossing point to<br />
your world—completely by accident, while I was investigating<br />
an old naval wreck. Once here, I set out exploring your sea and<br />
one night I ran into some fishermen in a huge boat. I ended up<br />
lying on the beach, wounded and unconscious; your greatgrandmother<br />
found me and with the help <strong>of</strong> your mother took<br />
care <strong>of</strong> me until I regained consciousness.”<br />
“Yes, I know the kind <strong>of</strong> boats you are talking about. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
belong to big fishing companies, mostly European and<br />
Japanese; all they leave for us are the small fish they’re not<br />
interested in. Anything they capture that they don’t want, they<br />
just throw overboard. <strong>The</strong>y are thieves and sons <strong>of</strong> a thousand<br />
fathers.”<br />
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“Making a long story short, I fell head over heels in love<br />
with your mother, and during one <strong>of</strong> my visits here, you and<br />
your sister were conceived.”<br />
“You don’t need to go into the details.”<br />
“I wasn’t going to. <strong>The</strong> trouble is, some idiot from the<br />
village saw us together and I had to leave before anyone else<br />
found out about us. <strong>The</strong> fellow who saw us was the son <strong>of</strong><br />
some pig farmer; I think his name was Mathieu.”<br />
“What a despicable person! He isn’t just the son <strong>of</strong> some<br />
pig farmer, he’s the son <strong>of</strong> the pig farmer. His father owns half<br />
the village.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>n it was his father that you stole the pig from.”<br />
“No, not a pig, only a pig’s head. I had to leave the rest <strong>of</strong><br />
the animal there.”<br />
“That’s dangerous; someone might guess that it was you.”<br />
“Maybe, but it will be hard to prove. No one saw me, and<br />
my trail ended at the shore.”<br />
“Let’s hope no one reaches any conclusions. As I was<br />
saying, I had to leave, but I almost ended up dead, because on<br />
my side <strong>of</strong> the door the water had become poisonous and<br />
contained almost no oxygen. It was impossible to come back<br />
through there after that.”<br />
Ciel suddenly flew up into the air beside the boat,<br />
drenching her father and brother with water and tossing the net<br />
bag with the hog’s head that had cost Etienne so much effort to<br />
obtain onto the floor <strong>of</strong> the little boat. It made a wet thud as it<br />
landed, as though someone had slapped the surface <strong>of</strong> the water<br />
with a wooden bucket.<br />
Etienne was astonished to see that his sister’s leap took her<br />
several meters high. She dove back into the water with barely a<br />
splash, and before her brother could re<strong>cover</strong> from his shock,<br />
she was hanging onto the edge <strong>of</strong> the boat, looking at him<br />
playfully.<br />
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“Don’t worry, Brother. If I teach you, I’m sure you’ll soon<br />
be jumping twice as high as I do.”<br />
“You can be sure <strong>of</strong> that, Etienne,” agreed Sharduk. “I<br />
seriously doubt your abilities are any less than those <strong>of</strong> your<br />
sister.”<br />
“Ciel, it looked like your were flying!”<br />
“No, but almost. I brought your smelly bait; it was <strong>cover</strong>ed<br />
with flies. I’m going back home to talk to Mother—I can’t wait<br />
any longer. She needs to know that Father has returned.<br />
“No, Sister, I said not to tell her yet.”<br />
“And how are you going to stop me?”<br />
“I won’t—I don’t think I could, but give me a little time.”<br />
“What your brother is asking is fair, Ciel.”<br />
“At nightfall, if you see both <strong>of</strong> my lamps lit on the boat,<br />
you can go ahead and tell her. If I light just one, wait until I<br />
finish fishing and get back home; that way the three <strong>of</strong> us can<br />
talk to her together.”<br />
“All right, then I’ll go talk to Malaam.”<br />
“That’s fine, Ciel—just don’t say anything to Mother yet,<br />
please.”<br />
“I’ll do my best. I’ll leave you two here alone, to see how<br />
you get along.”<br />
“I’ll see you in a few hours, Sister.”<br />
“See you later, Daughter.”<br />
Ciel dove into the water once more and sped towards shore.<br />
Etienne turned his attention again towards Sharduk, studying<br />
his strange skin; it seemed to emit a dim glow even in the<br />
sunlight.<br />
Sharduk studied Etienne, as well. Looking at his face, and<br />
remembering Ciel’s, he couldn’t help but think that it felt like he<br />
had seen those faces, or others very much like them, somewhere<br />
before. Gods! <strong>The</strong>y were the same as… No, that could not be!<br />
After looking intently at his father in silence for a few<br />
minutes, Etienne asked him, this time in a tone that began to<br />
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reveal more curiosity than distrust, “So how did you manage to<br />
get back here?”<br />
“Ah, well, if as you say you like stories about other worlds,<br />
you are going to enjoy this one.”<br />
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Chapter 11<br />
Iron Atoll<br />
1<br />
“I floated for hours, and when I managed to recuperate<br />
some <strong>of</strong> my strength, I headed for the atoll that had always<br />
been my place in the world. More strongly than on any <strong>of</strong> the<br />
previous occasions that I had returned to my birthplace, I felt<br />
like White Atoll was no longer my home; my true home was<br />
now on the other side <strong>of</strong> a door I couldn’t even get close to.<br />
“I felt a great emptiness within me. I knew I would do<br />
absolutely anything to get back to Fanya, or I would use my last<br />
breath attempting it. That possibility only worried me because it<br />
would cause great pain to the one I loved. Tired <strong>of</strong> secrets, sick,<br />
and in desperate need <strong>of</strong> help, I told my parents everything that<br />
had happened in my life over the previous months.<br />
“My lungs had been severely damaged by the deadwater I had<br />
inhaled, and for the first few weeks I couldn’t even breathe or<br />
swim normally. I asked to be excused from the duties <strong>of</strong> our<br />
community, which sparked more than a few unpleasant<br />
commentaries about my family. As soon as my parents<br />
understood what a great loss it was for me not to be able to see<br />
Fanya again, however, they did everything they could to help<br />
me.<br />
“Of course they warned me to make sure that no one else<br />
found out that I had made several unauthorized crossovers,<br />
emphasizing the consequences that could befall me if these<br />
happenings reached the ears <strong>of</strong> the Conclave or <strong>of</strong> any <strong>of</strong> their<br />
local representatives. I also told my parents that I knew I wasn’t<br />
the first <strong>of</strong> our kind to use that particular crossing point.<br />
“Following their suggestions, I used my convalescence to<br />
connect through my parents’ wall terminal to various knowledge<br />
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centers with an anonymous connection. Although there were<br />
other populated areas that were isolated and didn’t recognize the<br />
authority <strong>of</strong> the Conclave <strong>of</strong> the Remnant, the fifteen largest<br />
registered aquatic colonies shared their data and had access to<br />
the government’s communications network.<br />
“On the continent, due to the increasing shortage <strong>of</strong><br />
government employees, only Latica—or what was left <strong>of</strong> what<br />
was once that great city-state—remained under the government<br />
<strong>of</strong> the Conclave <strong>of</strong> the Remnant and was connected to the<br />
communications network.<br />
“I spent my time searching through all the records and<br />
news items over the previous sixty years to see if there was<br />
mention <strong>of</strong> anyone that had been sanctioned for having used a<br />
crossing point without the necessary permits.<br />
“I only found one article, from more that fifty years earlier,<br />
where it mentioned that around that time, a woman had gone to<br />
a healing center at Iron Atoll to have her baby, and when they<br />
did the normal genetic testing on the child, the results were so<br />
abnormal that an investigation was carried out.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> medical data for each citizen is usually totally private,<br />
but this came to light because the woman had confessed to one<br />
<strong>of</strong> the midwives she knew personally that the father <strong>of</strong> her child<br />
was someone she had fallen in love with on the other side <strong>of</strong> a<br />
crossing point. <strong>The</strong> midwife, like the responsible citizen she was,<br />
informed the authorities.<br />
“As soon as the woman was able to get around on her own,<br />
she was sent to the nearest sanctioning center, where they tried<br />
to clear the matter up. <strong>The</strong> reports from these sanctioning<br />
centers are public documents. Since the woman refused to<br />
reveal the location <strong>of</strong> the crossing point she had used, tissue<br />
samples were taken from her to try to identify the crossover<br />
marks.<br />
“Each crossing point leaves a unique sort <strong>of</strong> mark, a slight<br />
scar on the cerebral cortex <strong>of</strong> those who use it. Unless a person<br />
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makes extremely frequent crossovers or the doors they use are<br />
unstable, these marks don’t cause any permanent damage, but<br />
they do allow us to know how many crossovers were made and<br />
through which crossing points, as long as they are known points.<br />
Since this was not the case, and since she continued to refuse to<br />
give the location <strong>of</strong> the point, it was never found or classified,<br />
and so it never came under the control <strong>of</strong> the government and<br />
the Brotherhood <strong>of</strong> Crossers.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re wasn’t much information in the article about the<br />
woman or her newborn baby. It only mentioned her name,<br />
Coralina Ij-nee, and the fact that she was condemned to exile<br />
away from her native atoll, which was a couple <strong>of</strong> weeks’<br />
swimming distance from ours.<br />
“While the report had not been hidden and could be found<br />
in the record, it did seem that at the time the matter was treated<br />
with a certain amount <strong>of</strong> discretion, and news <strong>of</strong> it did not<br />
extend beyond the local atoll.<br />
“Was Coralina the woman who had used the crossing point in<br />
the sunken ship before I had found it? Was she the one who<br />
had known Fanya’s grandfather? I had to find out, no matter<br />
what it took.<br />
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“As soon as I was feeling well enough, I headed north to<br />
search for more information about Coralina. Even though I was<br />
feeling much better, I still wasn’t in good enough shape to swim<br />
that far, so I decided to take one <strong>of</strong> the surface transports that<br />
connected the different inhabited areas <strong>of</strong> our planet on a daily<br />
basis. That would make my travel time much shorter.<br />
“Although when I swim I can reach a top speed that is<br />
faster than your dolphins, I can’t maintain it for more than a few<br />
minutes at a time, unlike the surface transports. <strong>The</strong>y don’t go<br />
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quite as fast, but they are safe and comfortable, and have an<br />
excellent average speed.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>se former warships were recycled as public<br />
transportation but don’t have any weapons nor luxuries. At least<br />
they have areas that are designed to have sufficient humidity in<br />
the air for my kind to use them without having to don our land<br />
suits.<br />
“My parents prepared a medusa-bag for me to keep my<br />
things in; I could put some things in the external pockets, and<br />
my mother filled the large ventral sac with live squid, as she<br />
didn’t trust the quality <strong>of</strong> what they might serve me on board<br />
the transport.<br />
“She also gave me some land-sickness pills and a silver<br />
chain from which there hung a gelatinous sphere filled with<br />
seawater, algae, and krill. It was a tiny but perfectly balanced,<br />
enclosed ecosystem which would bring me luck as long as I kept<br />
it alive. By attending to it I would never forget that the primary<br />
duty <strong>of</strong> our people was to take care <strong>of</strong> sea life. And lastly my<br />
father presented me with a land suit such as I had never seen<br />
before, telling me that it would protect me from any dangers.<br />
“I swam around my parents several times, flashing my<br />
good-byes, while they raised a brightly lit prayer for me. I picked<br />
up the medusa-bag, and as soon as its arms had gently adhered<br />
to my back, I left for the surface.<br />
“Several other people and I swam upwards from the base<br />
<strong>of</strong> the atoll, where our settlement was located, towards the<br />
surface, following a vertical wall <strong>cover</strong>ed with spirographs,<br />
corals, gorgonias, and anemones that competed fiercely among<br />
themselves to occupy any empty spaces that were available.<br />
Schools <strong>of</strong> tens <strong>of</strong> thousands <strong>of</strong> fish <strong>of</strong> all imaginable kinds,<br />
sizes, and colors fled from us as we made our way upwards.<br />
“At the surface <strong>of</strong> the atoll all we found were about a<br />
hundred thousand square cubits <strong>of</strong> volcanic sand with olivine<br />
highlights and a small docking area for the surface transports,<br />
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along with a building to house the merchandise which was<br />
coming or going and a few workers.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> Drybow was sitting in the water near the docking area,<br />
glimmering in the sunshine. It had convenient underwater access<br />
points in the hull, so we didn’t even have to go ashore to<br />
board. I settled into one <strong>of</strong> the cabins and stuck my medusabag<br />
to the wall.<br />
“As soon as all the passengers were on board the great<br />
cylindrical ship, the hatches locked. <strong>The</strong> propulsion system,<br />
which had been brought in from one <strong>of</strong> the planets we had<br />
colonized, activated its first phase, repelling the water that<br />
surrounded the ballast-laden keel <strong>of</strong> the old ship, leaving it dry<br />
and eliminating any friction with the sea.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>n the vessel received her coordinates from the main<br />
<strong>of</strong>fice in Latica, turned a few degrees, and ignited the inertia<br />
compensation system in the cabins, to make our voyage more<br />
comfortable.<br />
“Immediately we began to hear the purring <strong>of</strong> the engines<br />
as the second phase <strong>of</strong> the propulsion system kicked in, and we<br />
saw a message on the communications panel saying that we<br />
would be leaving the atoll in matter <strong>of</strong> seconds.<br />
“I didn’t feel the acceleration, even though in just fractions<br />
<strong>of</strong> a second the transport had gone from a standstill to cruising<br />
speed. What I did notice, just after we left, was a nauseous<br />
feeling, as though my stomach wanted to come out through my<br />
mouth.<br />
“I stumbled to the bathroom and threw up the breakfast I<br />
had enjoyed that morning with my parents before leaving home.<br />
I spent that first day and a half <strong>of</strong> my first experience on a<br />
surface transport alternating between the bathroom and my<br />
sleeping net.<br />
“I tried to force myself to eat part <strong>of</strong> one <strong>of</strong> the squid that<br />
mother had sent along, after chasing it around the cabin to work<br />
up an appetite, but the only thing I got for my effort was new<br />
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ammunition to attack the bathroom with. Fortunately,<br />
everything I regurgitated was absorbed with such efficiency that<br />
there was no need to flush out the water from the rest <strong>of</strong> my<br />
cabin.<br />
“As soon as I began to feel less nauseated, I took out my<br />
land suit and tried it on. At first it seemed strange to wear<br />
something over my own skin, but I knew the suit would prevent<br />
any prolonged exposure to the sun and air from drying out my<br />
skin and damaging my lungs again.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> suit <strong>cover</strong>ed my whole body, except for my head;<br />
there was a hood and a mask that I could wear in situations <strong>of</strong><br />
extreme heat and dryness. Two tiny vaporizer jets situated at<br />
collarbone level shot out small, barely visible clouds <strong>of</strong> cold<br />
mist towards my face, automatically adjusting the amount <strong>of</strong><br />
mist to the ambient level <strong>of</strong> dryness, keeping the skin on my<br />
face and the air that I breathed adequately moisturized.<br />
“I went upstairs to enjoy the view <strong>of</strong> the surface <strong>of</strong> the sea<br />
from the forward section <strong>of</strong> the deck that ran from front to<br />
back at the center <strong>of</strong> the enormous cylinder-shaped ship and<br />
had viewing areas protected by glass-like screens <strong>of</strong> variable<br />
transparency.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> speed with which we were moving through the water<br />
was such that the whitecaps on the surface appeared blurred<br />
and my eyes couldn’t focus on any specific point. Above us the<br />
clouds swept by in a dizzying fashion.<br />
“I felt nauseated again, and I had to look away from the sky,<br />
turning my back to the transparent panel and focusing my eyes<br />
on the rubber deck <strong>cover</strong>ing, hoping the unpleasant sensation<br />
would fade. Someone touched me on the shoulder, and I gave a<br />
startled jump.<br />
“ ‘Are you all right, Sir?’<br />
“It was a member <strong>of</strong> the ship’s crew, a surface dweller. I<br />
had to look up in order to see his face; he was much taller than<br />
myself. He was dressed in protective clothing which<br />
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undoubtedly shielded him from the constant humidity <strong>of</strong> the<br />
decks that were especially conditioned for us Shepherds <strong>of</strong> the<br />
<strong>Sea</strong>.<br />
“ ‘Thank you, I think I’ll be okay. I just got a little dizzy<br />
from the speed that everything moves out here.’<br />
“ ‘Is this your first time using a surface transport?’<br />
“ ‘Can you tell so easily?’<br />
“ ‘You have a very uncomfortable look on your face. Don’t<br />
worry, that’s quite normal. Chalk it up to the inertia<br />
compensation system on this old wreck; it messes with your<br />
balance. Some people never do get used to it. By the way,<br />
looking outside will just make you dizzier.”<br />
“ ‘Great, no wonder I was starting to feel sick again!’<br />
“He held out his hand towards me in what I understood<br />
was a gesture <strong>of</strong> friendship. ‘By the way, I’m Ensign Lucas, at<br />
your service. If you need me to, I’ll accompany you back to<br />
your cabin.’<br />
“I grasped his outstretched hand, as I had seen done on<br />
some visual records at the knowledge center. ‘My name’s<br />
Sharduk; and if it’s all right with you we can skip the formalities.<br />
I don’t think I need you to accompany me, but thank you.’<br />
“ ‘Well, at any rate, we have begun to slow down, and pretty<br />
soon we should be able to see our destination in the distance.<br />
It’s a very peculiar place, to be sure.’<br />
“ ‘Yes, I read something about it on the terminal.’<br />
“ ‘You can’t really imagine it until you’ve seen it in person.’<br />
“ ‘Have you been there many times?’<br />
“ ‘Every time I do this route. And what brings you this way?<br />
It’s very different from where you come from.’<br />
“ ‘It’s still an undersea colony.’<br />
“ ‘Yes, but it’s the only one that was settled on the wreckage<br />
<strong>of</strong> battleships. Sometimes the level <strong>of</strong> iron oxide in the water is<br />
so high that it looks like blood. And since every now and then<br />
there’s some toxic waste leak or another from the old ships<br />
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they’re dismantling to send the materials to the surface for<br />
recycling, everyone here wears a personal filter. You’ll need one,<br />
too, so that the heavy metals and other toxins in the water here<br />
won’t make you sick.’<br />
“ ‘It sounds like a tough place to live. <strong>The</strong>re was nothing<br />
about all that in the descriptions I read.’<br />
“ ‘Well, each atoll decides what information to share about<br />
itself and what not to. I imagine that the details I just mentioned<br />
aren’t too conducive for business, and they don’t talk about<br />
them a lot.’<br />
“ ‘I don’t have a personal filter with me.’<br />
“ ‘Don’t worry, I’ll get you one before you disembark. We’ll<br />
be arriving soon.’<br />
“After a few seconds <strong>of</strong> silence, the young ensign spoke<br />
again. ‘It’s none <strong>of</strong> my business, I know, but I can’t help<br />
wondering why you would ever leave your beautiful atoll and<br />
come to this red stain in the sea.’<br />
“ ‘I’m looking for a person that might be able to help me in<br />
a matter I’m trying to resolve.”<br />
“ ‘It sounds like a mysterious adventure!’<br />
“ ‘I’d really rather not say anything about it.’<br />
“ ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. <strong>The</strong> boredom is getting to me<br />
lately. Life at sea isn’t turning out to be as exciting as I had<br />
imagined.’<br />
“ ‘You needn’t apologize. Maybe some other time we can<br />
talk about it.’<br />
“ ‘Well, good luck with whatever it is that brings you here.’<br />
“ ‘Thanks for all the helpful information, Ensign Lucas.’<br />
“<strong>The</strong> young <strong>of</strong>ficer walked away with a firm step. I stood<br />
watching the horizon for a long while, until I saw the strange<br />
outline <strong>of</strong> the surface <strong>of</strong> the atoll against the greenish sky<br />
sprinkled with yellow clouds. Several dozen halfway dismantled<br />
warships stood vertically in the water, with about three-fourths<br />
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<strong>of</strong> their length above the surface, held in place by a complex<br />
web <strong>of</strong> cables made <strong>of</strong> xenosteel anchored to the sea bottom.<br />
“Between the ships, on the massive platforms that had been<br />
installed to help hold them in place, were the remains <strong>of</strong> some<br />
<strong>of</strong> the great beasts that had been brought over by the Sons <strong>of</strong><br />
the Roots during the long wars. Teams made up <strong>of</strong> men and<br />
enormous Shepherds <strong>of</strong> the Land, with the help <strong>of</strong> some small<br />
ships and heavy machinery, were carrying out the<br />
dismantlement <strong>of</strong> the wreckage and <strong>of</strong> the leviathans, some <strong>of</strong><br />
which were no more than piles <strong>of</strong> stinking, rotting, organic<br />
materials. <strong>The</strong> flesh <strong>of</strong> others seemed impervious to the passing<br />
<strong>of</strong> time and decomposition.<br />
“Iron Atoll was by far the largest <strong>of</strong> the recycling centers in<br />
the ocean areas, only comparable with the one that had been<br />
established on land between the Plains <strong>of</strong> Sorrow and Latica.<br />
“Beneath the surface the activity was just as frenetic as<br />
above. Small submarines and hundreds <strong>of</strong> people worked day<br />
and night to convert all <strong>of</strong> that vast quantity <strong>of</strong> flesh, bones,<br />
and metal into primary materials, which would then be sent<br />
through the crossing points to where they could be used for the<br />
subsistence <strong>of</strong> the colonies. At the same time they gathered the<br />
waste that was dangerous or contaminated, to be sent to planets<br />
which were mere rocks, with no life forms on them.<br />
3<br />
“Once we had docked below the towering, monstrous<br />
ships, I returned to my cabin, removed my land suit, packed it<br />
away with the rest <strong>of</strong> my belongings, and gave the luminous<br />
order for the medusa-bag to attach itself to my back. I headed<br />
back up to the observation deck as soon as I received the little<br />
personal filter that Ensign Lucas had promised me; I hung it<br />
around my neck so it would be close to the two small breathing<br />
holes on my back.<br />
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“Before disembarking, I watched the crossing points for quite<br />
a while. <strong>The</strong>y were close to the port, on a great esplanade which<br />
had been built with leftover pieces <strong>of</strong> hundreds <strong>of</strong> ships. <strong>The</strong><br />
activity around them was very interesting.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re were large shipping containers going through the<br />
door, destined for the far-away worlds that we now inhabited<br />
Others were carrying in-bound merchandise that was hard to<br />
come by on our world. <strong>The</strong>re were also a few passenger<br />
capsules but not many, and most <strong>of</strong> them were out-bound,<br />
filled with people who were leaving our planet.<br />
“I had never seen above-water crossing points before, and the<br />
underwater ones were much harder to see. Here all <strong>of</strong> them—<br />
from the smallest ones, which were only about a man’s height,<br />
to the ones that allowed the passage <strong>of</strong> the largest containers<br />
and were nearly twenty cubits in width—emitted a s<strong>of</strong>t light<br />
along with the strange, high-pitched humming sound I had<br />
heard underwater when I got close to the one that allowed me<br />
to cross over the first time.<br />
“Looking through the points that were activated, we could<br />
actually see the strange heavens <strong>of</strong> the destiny worlds. In some<br />
cases we could even see the shapes <strong>of</strong> buildings in the<br />
abandoned cities that we had repopulated.<br />
All <strong>of</strong> the crossing points were marked by metal rings<br />
connected to control stations for the teams in charge <strong>of</strong> them.<br />
<strong>The</strong>se teams were always made up <strong>of</strong> two people—a magician,<br />
descendent <strong>of</strong> the Sons <strong>of</strong> the Roots, along with a Mechanist<br />
scientist. <strong>The</strong> teams were assigned by the Brotherhood <strong>of</strong> the<br />
Crossers and were responsible for opening, closing, and<br />
stabilizing the points so that only what was designated to pass<br />
through them would do so, preventing contaminations or the<br />
transfer <strong>of</strong> atmospheres from one side to the other, even if<br />
there were differences in atmospheric pressure. I wondered how<br />
I could find one that would take me back to Fanya.<br />
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“I went down two decks to reach an area where I could<br />
leave the ship by one <strong>of</strong> the underwater hatches. <strong>The</strong> water had<br />
a reddish hue and tasted strongly <strong>of</strong> metal and <strong>of</strong> salts that<br />
shouldn’t have been there. I located a locker in the underwater<br />
area <strong>of</strong> the dock and left my belongings there.<br />
“I looked around and saw shops <strong>of</strong> all types where plastics<br />
were exchanged for metals and fuel for bones, teeth, or<br />
whatever else could be found aboard the innumerable<br />
shipwrecks or in the rotting carcasses piled from the sea floor to<br />
the ocean surface. <strong>The</strong> shops nearer the surface were those <strong>of</strong><br />
better reputation and belonged to wealthier merchants; the ones<br />
which were farther down, closer to the bottom, where little<br />
sunlight reached, were <strong>of</strong> dubious fame and lesser category.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> coming and going <strong>of</strong> vehicles and people was<br />
constant near the surface but decreased at the lower levels. Near<br />
the bottom lived the less fortunate, scavenging for what items<br />
<strong>of</strong> value they could find among the giant skeletons and from<br />
whatever floated down to them from above. <strong>The</strong>y were those<br />
who ate the crumbs from others’ tables.<br />
“Carved out about halfway down the reef were the <strong>of</strong>fices<br />
<strong>of</strong> the government <strong>of</strong>ficials and the House <strong>of</strong> Records. That<br />
was where I headed, after asking directions from several people<br />
I met along the way. <strong>The</strong> lights that people flashed at me when I<br />
asked were difficult for me to understand at first, because the<br />
cadence and the colors they used were not exactly the same as<br />
we used on my home atoll, and because they also emitted some<br />
kind <strong>of</strong> clicking sound from their throats to emphasize the<br />
more important parts <strong>of</strong> what they were trying to explain. And<br />
yet, since so many people from different places visited this atoll<br />
on business or looking for work, nobody seemed to have any<br />
trouble understanding me, which made me feel pretty stupid.<br />
“In the House <strong>of</strong> Records I had to float in place for a while<br />
along with other people who were waiting their turn to be<br />
attended to. We looked like a bunch <strong>of</strong> fish riding the currents.<br />
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“When it was my turn, I approached one <strong>of</strong> the translucent<br />
blue spheres, twice as tall as myself, anchored halfway between<br />
the ceiling and the floor by some means I couldn’t determine.<br />
<strong>The</strong> only thing I could see through the little round hole at eyelevel<br />
in the sphere was the stony face <strong>of</strong> the administrative<br />
employee that was sitting inside.<br />
“After some effort, repeating Coralina’s last name and the<br />
date <strong>of</strong> her exile several times to the listless government worker<br />
—who gave <strong>of</strong>f such unenthusiastic light that it was as difficult<br />
to interpret as his mumbled words—I managed to get an<br />
address for one <strong>of</strong> Coralina’s relatives.<br />
“As would be natural for a family that had fallen into<br />
disgrace due to the shame <strong>of</strong> one <strong>of</strong> their members being<br />
exiled, the address was for a location in the deepest part <strong>of</strong> the<br />
atoll, only a few meters from the trash and waste that <strong>cover</strong>ed<br />
the ocean floor.<br />
4<br />
“I felt excited as I left the House <strong>of</strong> Records, because at last<br />
I had a trail to follow. I looked downward; I had to go to Sector<br />
Forty, Blue Quadrant, cabin twenty-three. <strong>The</strong> water became<br />
harder and harder to breathe as I descended along one <strong>of</strong> the<br />
thick black cables that held the warships out <strong>of</strong> the water in<br />
their strange verticality. <strong>With</strong>out the filter I had been given, I<br />
doubt that I would have been able to make it to the address.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> only thing blue that was left about the quadrant with<br />
that name were some dying lanterns that hung from the coral<br />
walls. <strong>The</strong>re were no anemones on the walls, not because it was<br />
too deep, but rather because the only things that could survive<br />
down there with the disinherited were sea scorpions and huge<br />
anomalocaris that were a sickly white, with great, faceted eyes,<br />
scurrying about on the dirty sea floor, patiently looking for<br />
some edible bit.<br />
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“I couldn’t help thinking about the neighborhood where my<br />
friend Malaam lived, and where Simone and my beloved Fanya<br />
spent much <strong>of</strong> their time, helping and healing the inhabitants.<br />
This was not the world that I wanted to bring your mother to. I<br />
would have to find a good place where we could live together<br />
and be happy; that could not be my native atoll, either.<br />
“But it was too soon to worry about where to settle down; I<br />
still had to figure out how to bring her over. I hoped with all my<br />
heart that Coralina could tell me how to do that. It was a very<br />
remote possibility, but at that time it was the only one I had to<br />
grasp at.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> people I approached, looking for guidance, glared at<br />
me with distrust, like I was some alien, and I only got a reply <strong>of</strong><br />
darkness or a rude flash <strong>of</strong> burgundy when I asked about cabin<br />
twenty-three.<br />
“When I finally found it, the entrance-way was closed, so I<br />
stuck my hand into the greeting-box, as is customary when one<br />
arrives at a house, and I emitted several slow, lavender pulses.<br />
“ ‘Is anyone home?’ I asked, “I wish you health and clear<br />
waters; I’m searching for Coralina Ij-nee.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re was no answer. I hadn’t come this far to just turn<br />
around now, so I stuck my whole arm in, to indicate the<br />
seriousness and importance <strong>of</strong> my visit. ‘Do you know<br />
Coralina?’ I insisted.<br />
“Suddenly someone grabbed my arm in a strong grip. It was<br />
an absolutely hostile gesture. I jerked my arm out <strong>of</strong> his hold,<br />
and the iris-shaped door opened. An old man with an extremely<br />
unfriendly face and several water fleas as thick as a man’s fingers<br />
stuck on his skin flashed glares <strong>of</strong> black light at me that were so<br />
intense they made my head hurt.<br />
“ ‘Clear waters to yourself, stranger; get out <strong>of</strong> here.’<br />
“ ‘I just wanted to ask you a question, please.’<br />
“ ‘Get out <strong>of</strong> here or I’m calling the authorities.’<br />
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“<strong>The</strong> old man’s attitude had irritated me a great deal. ‘I<br />
doubt they come around here very <strong>of</strong>ten, Grandpa,’ I said,<br />
sarcastically. He tried to close the door but I managed to slip<br />
inside before he could.<br />
“ ‘Get out <strong>of</strong> my house, you damn sea toad! Maybe the<br />
Conclave’s security forces don’t come around here much, but if<br />
I call my neighbors, you’ll never reach the surface alive.’<br />
“ ‘I only need for you to tell me whether you know<br />
Coralina; she was a young woman who they exiled from your<br />
atoll, and I’m looking for her. I’m not going to hurt her, I swear<br />
to you.'<br />
“ ‘She brought disgrace to our family; she had a bastard son<br />
after she used a crossing point without permission, and they sent<br />
her away.’<br />
“ ‘Do you know where she went?’<br />
“ ‘Is that personal filter you have on your back less than a<br />
year old?’<br />
“ ‘I don’t know, it might be. Why?’<br />
“ ‘I’ll tell you what you want to know if you give me that<br />
filter; my old lungs need it more than yours.’<br />
“ ‘If I give it to you, I won’t reach the surface alive.’<br />
“ ‘I’ll trade you mine for it; it’s plenty good to get you back<br />
to where you came from.’<br />
“ ‘All right, it’s a deal.’<br />
“ ‘She was my sister; the rest <strong>of</strong> my family, the Ij-nee’s, were<br />
so ashamed that they all left and went to other atolls. I stayed<br />
here, and as you can see, everything is going just fine for me.’<br />
“It was hard for me to stop looking at the fat sea fleas that<br />
were sucking on his blood, and I couldn’t understand why he<br />
didn’t pull them <strong>of</strong>f. Some <strong>of</strong> them must have been attached for<br />
years, leaving a little trail <strong>of</strong> bite marks behind each time they<br />
collapsed one capillary and moved on to another.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> cabin was small, and the light that the walls gave <strong>of</strong>f<br />
could hardly penetrate the layer <strong>of</strong> algae that <strong>cover</strong>ed them. In<br />
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all the corners there was apparently useless junk floating<br />
around, which had to be shifted aside to move through the<br />
room.<br />
“ ‘If you say so,’ I mumbled, not sure how to respond.<br />
“ ‘What did you say your name was, boy?’<br />
“ ‘I didn’t say; you really didn’t give me much <strong>of</strong> a chance.’<br />
“ ‘True, true.’<br />
“ ‘Do you know where your sister might be now?’<br />
“ ‘Yes, or at least where she went to.’<br />
“ ‘Did she go to another atoll?’<br />
“ ‘First the filter; we’ll both take them <strong>of</strong>f at the same time,<br />
all right?’<br />
“We each took <strong>of</strong>f our filter; his was <strong>cover</strong>ed with algae and<br />
gunk <strong>of</strong> every brown and green shade imaginable. I held my<br />
breath; I had just re<strong>cover</strong>ed from a long convalescence because<br />
I had breathed in some deadwater, and I didn’t intend to let the<br />
same thing happen again.<br />
“I held out my filter to the old man, who quickly grabbed it,<br />
but he yanked his arm backward when I tried to take his as we<br />
had agreed. He emitted several short, bright white pulses and<br />
threw himself towards the back <strong>of</strong> the room.<br />
“From behind the pile <strong>of</strong> junk that occupied most <strong>of</strong> the<br />
room darted out three sea scorpions, each nearly as large as I<br />
was. <strong>With</strong>out making a sound, they came at me with their<br />
pinchers open.’<br />
“ ‘I feed them well, stranger! Tonight they will eat sea toad!’<br />
“I unsheathed my claws and decapitated the scorpion<br />
closest to me, kicked the second one, and tried to get <strong>of</strong>f to one<br />
side. Shaking their huge tails violently, the two creatures that<br />
were left turned toward me, fixing their huge black eyes the size<br />
<strong>of</strong> a fist straight on me.<br />
“I threw myself at them feet first, striking the larger <strong>of</strong> the<br />
two with both feet and pushing it so hard against the opposite<br />
wall that its shell split, and a milky, bluish liquid spilled out.<br />
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“<strong>The</strong> pinchers <strong>of</strong> the one I had decapitated were opening<br />
and closing spasmodically. I had lost sight <strong>of</strong> the old man, but<br />
the cabin door was still closed. Where had he gone?<br />
“<strong>The</strong> last scorpion aimed his pinchers at the nape <strong>of</strong> my<br />
neck, but I noticed the movement <strong>of</strong> the water and jumped<br />
away just in time—I just got a scratch on my left temple. I<br />
grabbed it as it went by, and I bit down hard right at the base <strong>of</strong><br />
its eye, taking out a sizable piece <strong>of</strong> its head. I spun around and<br />
saw the grandpa with a primitive harpoon gun in his hands.<br />
“ ‘You killed them, you sea toad!’<br />
“He shot the harpoon gun, but luckily for me the chaos <strong>of</strong><br />
all the floating objects, which was even worse after my battle<br />
with his pets, caused the harpoon to end up stuck into an empty<br />
fuel container that was floating beside me. I rushed toward him<br />
through that soup <strong>of</strong> trash, and I yanked the harpoon gun from<br />
his hands. He was livid; I pushed him up against the ceiling and<br />
held my claws to his throat.<br />
“ ‘Now give me that filter, old man.’<br />
“<strong>With</strong> terror painted on his face, he began to remove my<br />
filter, which he had put on next to his own, to return it to me.’<br />
“ ‘Not that one, yours.’ <strong>The</strong> look on his face turned to confusion.<br />
‘That’s what we agreed on,’ I insisted. ‘Now tell me<br />
where your sister went when she was exiled.’<br />
“I put on his filter as soon as he handed it over to me. It<br />
didn’t work anywhere near as well as mine had, but it was a<br />
relief after breathing that sick water during the fight, and it<br />
would get me back to the docks all right.<br />
“ ‘You’re a man <strong>of</strong> honor; you keep your word even to<br />
those who don’t. Things are very hard down here, especially for<br />
an old man.’<br />
“ ‘That’s no excuse for you to sic your beasts on me.’ I let<br />
go <strong>of</strong> the old man, and he began to sob; his skin went almost<br />
dark, and he wept ink-like tears.<br />
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“ ‘My sister went to live in Latica with her bastard. She got<br />
a job there working to clean the coastline, or something like<br />
that. I never heard from her again, and that was many years ago.’<br />
“I headed to the surface then, leaving the deceitful old man<br />
crying about his dead pets, hugging the head <strong>of</strong> the one I had<br />
decapitated. I followed the cables upward to the docking area,<br />
where I thought I still saw the keel <strong>of</strong> the Drybow.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> water got clearer as I rose. I would ask if the<br />
passenger transport’s route took it to Latica; if not, I was sure I<br />
could get a ride on one <strong>of</strong> the cargo ships anchored in port.<br />
“I was still feeling shocked that not only had Coralina been<br />
exiled, but her whole family had turned their backs on her and<br />
disowned her. Things were so different here on this atoll,<br />
compared to where I had been raised. <strong>The</strong> enormous difference<br />
between the rich and the poor made the latter live in<br />
desperation. I couldn’t wait to get away from that strange place.<br />
5<br />
“I picked up my luggage and re-boarded the Drybow, which<br />
was indeed going to Latica. <strong>The</strong> crewman that showed me to<br />
my cabin was surprised by the condition <strong>of</strong> the personal filter<br />
when I turned it in, but he didn’t question me. I checked into<br />
the healing station for someone to look at the scratch on my<br />
head. I said I had run into some loose metal, and no one<br />
doubted me. It just needed to be disinfected, as the wound was<br />
superficial.<br />
“It would be several hours before we left port, and since I<br />
had no desire to see any more <strong>of</strong> the metal reef, I donned the<br />
land suit my father had given me and went up to one <strong>of</strong> the<br />
decks that had been designed for people who lived above-water.<br />
“I wished that someone had invented a suit that could be<br />
used to cross through areas <strong>of</strong> deadwater. If I didn’t figure out<br />
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another way to get back, I thought that maybe I should try to<br />
invent one myself.<br />
“I made my way to the ship’s exercise room. Its presence on<br />
board was one <strong>of</strong> the few advantages <strong>of</strong> the ship having once<br />
been a military transport. I wanted to get a little more used to<br />
using my legs for walking instead <strong>of</strong> just for kicking or pushing<br />
<strong>of</strong>f. Fortunately our kind have powerful muscles, and even<br />
though there is quite a difference in weight when we are out <strong>of</strong><br />
the water, the fact that I had spent so much time walking<br />
through the mangrove swamp with your mother had already<br />
gotten me used to walking to a certain point.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> main exercise room had a man-to-man combat<br />
simulator room <strong>of</strong>f to one side. I had never used a simulator,<br />
and I was very curious to know how it worked. Just as I was<br />
going to open the door, I heard a familiar voice behind me,<br />
calling me by my land name.<br />
“ ‘Well, if it isn’t Captain Lucas,” I said, turning to see the<br />
<strong>of</strong>ficer who had been so attentive and kind to me that same<br />
morning.<br />
“ ‘Ha! I wish! How did your search go, Mr. Sharduk?’<br />
“ ‘What do you say that we skip the formalities?’<br />
“ ‘Sounds good to me! Sharduk. How did it go for you?’<br />
“ ‘Well, as you can see from this scratch on my head, I<br />
didn’t exactly make any new friends.’<br />
“ ‘It only took a few hours for someone to try to turn you<br />
into fish food!’<br />
“ ‘I guess that’s what I get for going down to the bottom<br />
asking questions. It really didn’t look like there were many<br />
friends to be had down there.’<br />
“ ‘Nope, down there the only things that can survive are<br />
scorpions and those ugly things that look like squid relatives—I<br />
don’t remember what they call them.’<br />
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“ ‘Anomalocaris. <strong>The</strong> cut on my head is from one <strong>of</strong> those<br />
sea scorpions, who I guess just fell in love with me and wouldn’t<br />
let me go.’<br />
“ ‘<strong>The</strong> people who live near the bottom <strong>of</strong> the atoll use<br />
them for protection.’<br />
“ ‘This was more a case <strong>of</strong> an attack.’<br />
“ ‘I see you really know how to pick your friends.’<br />
“ ‘I was going to try the simulator.’<br />
“ ‘Do you mind if I join you?’<br />
“ ‘Of course not! Besides, I’ve never been in one <strong>of</strong> these<br />
before.’<br />
“ ‘All right! This one hits hard, but logically it’s programmed<br />
not to kill you. I’ve used it quite a few times, and the worst that<br />
can happen to you is that you end up black and blue.’<br />
“We closed the door behind us, and Lucas requested<br />
combat against three enemies. From among the opponents that<br />
the machine <strong>of</strong>fered, he chose a small biter from the age <strong>of</strong> the<br />
Telluric Wars and two standard foot soldiers from the ancient<br />
Mechanist army, with their pulsar rifles and their short swords.<br />
<strong>The</strong> biter was a round, reddish ball <strong>of</strong> fury with a body about<br />
three cubits in diameter and dozens <strong>of</strong> tentacles that had a row<br />
<strong>of</strong> sharp teeth at the end <strong>of</strong> each one.<br />
“ ‘Interesting choices, Lucas! What weapons will we use to<br />
fight them?’<br />
“ ‘I’ll take one <strong>of</strong> these.’ He opened one <strong>of</strong> the panels, and<br />
from among the various simulated man-to-man combat<br />
weapons he selected a wide-bladed, three-edged sword with a<br />
groove between each edge. ‘You can choose whichever one you<br />
want, but you don’t really need a weapon; you’ve got that<br />
combat suit on.’<br />
“ ‘What do you mean?’ I asked, puzzled.<br />
“ ‘Come on, man! Your suit is a valuable relic; it’s one <strong>of</strong><br />
the last combat suits that they made, just before the Wars ended.<br />
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<strong>The</strong>re probably aren’t more than half a dozen <strong>of</strong> them left in<br />
the whole world.’<br />
“ ‘You must be mistaken; my dad gave me this suit. It’s so<br />
that I can walk around above-water without any problems.’<br />
“ ‘Are you kidding me, Sharduk? You should ask him where<br />
he got it. I’m sure that your suit has a great story to tell. It’s a<br />
shame it doesn’t seem to have the name <strong>of</strong> the <strong>of</strong>ficial who<br />
wore it, as far as I can tell. You can just barely see a golden<br />
manta ray etched there on the left shoulder— that’s the insignia<br />
<strong>of</strong> a Captain.’<br />
“ ‘Why would I kid you? And where did you learn so much<br />
about combat suits?’<br />
“ ‘By the Twins! You really don’t have any idea <strong>of</strong> what<br />
you’re wearing! Yesterday I saw you wearing it, and I was so<br />
curious I couldn’t help but come over and talk to you. It’s a<br />
magnificent weapon. I thought for sure you were wanting to try<br />
it out in the simulator! You mean you don’t know how to<br />
activate it?’<br />
“ ‘I press here at the middle <strong>of</strong> my collarbone and the<br />
recycling system and the humidifier turn on.’<br />
“ ‘Well, that’s just one <strong>of</strong> the things it does. I know about<br />
some other things from the historical rolls and the terminals.<br />
During the Wars the Mechanists created the first divisions <strong>of</strong><br />
aquatic soldiers. As you know, later on the Shepherds <strong>of</strong> the <strong>Sea</strong><br />
were created based on the same design, but the changes that<br />
turned them into formidable warriors underwater left them with<br />
certain weaknesses above-water. <strong>The</strong>se suits were designed for<br />
use on dry land, and allowed the warriors to be just as agile out<br />
<strong>of</strong> the water as they are in the water. Later they were used<br />
underwater as well because <strong>of</strong> the armor and weapons that they<br />
provided for whoever wore them. <strong>With</strong> one <strong>of</strong> these suits on,<br />
you are as strong up here as you are in the water.’<br />
“ ‘Well, I still feel just as heavy and clumsy as I always do<br />
when I’m above-water.’<br />
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“ ‘That’s because you’ve only activated the humidifier.<br />
Combat suits acted as armor and added the necessary strength<br />
to compensate for the change in weight when you are out <strong>of</strong><br />
the water.’<br />
“ ‘So how do I turn it on?’<br />
“ ‘From what I understand, they react to your orders by<br />
reading the different colors and light pulses that you emit with<br />
the chromatophores and photophores in your skin. You can<br />
also choose whether or not to let the light through to the<br />
exterior. <strong>The</strong>y’ll change color according to the user’s skin, too.’<br />
“ ‘How do you know so much about these things?’<br />
“ ‘<strong>The</strong> truth is, my friend Sharduk, that I’ve always been<br />
passionate about military history, and I’ve read a lot about the<br />
lives <strong>of</strong> the great warriors who helped the Holy Twins bring<br />
peace to our world.’<br />
“ ‘<strong>The</strong>re aren’t many <strong>of</strong> those warriors left.’<br />
“ ‘I know, and I believe the ones that are left all spend their<br />
time hunting down the remaining war beasts that are still hiding<br />
in remote corners <strong>of</strong> our world. I hope to get to meet one <strong>of</strong><br />
those warriors someday; they are true living legends.’<br />
“ ‘Well, since you know so much, tell me how to activate<br />
this thing.’<br />
“ ‘When you get a chance, you should do a search at a<br />
terminal to get more information, but for now, try emitting a<br />
pulse <strong>of</strong> light that is as white and bright as you can. That should<br />
get it started up.’<br />
“ ‘Cover your eyes.’<br />
“I flashed a bright white light, but since the rest <strong>of</strong> my<br />
body was <strong>cover</strong>ed by the suit, the only thing to be seen was that<br />
my head lit up.<br />
“ ‘Nothing seems to be happening, Lucas.’<br />
“ ‘Oh, I’m sorry—I forgot to say that you should put on<br />
the hood and lower the mask that’s attached to it.’<br />
“ ‘Let’s see. . .’<br />
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“I put on the hood, and with my thumbs I pulled down the<br />
thin, gauze-like, transparent mask that was hidden inside. I<br />
lowered it clear to the collar <strong>of</strong> the suit, and it fastened itself<br />
onto the collar as though it were alive, like a limpet.<br />
“Okay, now give it another try.’<br />
“I emitted another flash <strong>of</strong> light, even whiter and brighter<br />
than the first. This time the light passed through the fabric <strong>of</strong><br />
the suit, which had a texture similar to dolphin skin. <strong>The</strong> hood<br />
became rigid, taking on the shape <strong>of</strong> a battle helmet, and the<br />
gauze-like mask became a hard, crystal-clear barrier. <strong>The</strong> entire<br />
suit had adopted a rigid form, and for a moment I felt trapped<br />
inside.<br />
“ ‘I knew it would work! I knew it!’ shouted Lucas.<br />
“ ‘It doesn’t feel like I’m going to be able to move around<br />
much.’<br />
“ ‘Ah, but it’s a wonderful suit <strong>of</strong> armor! Just try moving; it<br />
will respond automatically to your nerve impulses. Give it a<br />
minute; it looks like it hasn’t been used in a very long time, and<br />
besides, it needs to read you and adapt to you.’<br />
“I made some tentative movements with my arms, then<br />
tried some jumps and spins. I soon began to feel just as<br />
comfortable and agile with the suit on as I did in the water.<br />
“ ‘<strong>The</strong> humidity in here is perfect.’<br />
“ ‘Wow, and I can hear you as clearly as if you weren’t<br />
wearing it!’<br />
“I flexed my legs and jumped almost to the ceiling, pushing<br />
<strong>of</strong>f from one wall and flying across the room to the other.<br />
“ ‘That’s great, Sharduk!’<br />
“ ‘I never thought I could move this way outside <strong>of</strong> the<br />
water!’<br />
“ ‘Let’s try it with the combat program.’<br />
“ ‘Okay! Let’s do it!’<br />
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“Lucas pressed a button on the console, and in the center<br />
<strong>of</strong> the room appeared the two soldiers and the biter that he had<br />
requested from the computer.<br />
“ ‘Come on, let’s get them, sea warrior!’<br />
“I threw myself at the biter while Lucas started sparring<br />
with the nearest soldier; both had moved to attack us just as<br />
soon as they appeared. <strong>The</strong> biter was very impressive up close,<br />
even though I knew it was just a force field <strong>cover</strong>ed with<br />
holograms.<br />
“I tried to strike the beast in the fleshy parts that were<br />
between the bases <strong>of</strong> its tentacles. Two <strong>of</strong> the tentacles hit me;<br />
Lucas was right, it wasn’t going to kill me, but it sure hurt! I was<br />
thrown against one <strong>of</strong> the walls, which fortunately was also<br />
<strong>cover</strong>ed with force fields to s<strong>of</strong>ten the impact.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> ensign had decapitated one <strong>of</strong> the soldiers and was<br />
forcing the other one to back up towards where the biter was.<br />
For a simulation, he seemed to take the fight very seriously, and<br />
a murderous half-smile danced on his usually peaceful, round<br />
face, as he moved his muscular body at a speed much greater<br />
than I could have imagined from a person who was nearly two<br />
meters tall. I guessed that he had spent hours in this room, and<br />
that he had a lot <strong>of</strong> frustration and even hatred to release.<br />
“While Lucas and the simulated soldier continued their<br />
swordplay, with thrusts, feints, and blocks in rapid succession, I<br />
renewed my attack on the biter, which was rolling towards me. I<br />
jumped towards the ceiling, flipping in the air so that my feet<br />
would end up on top <strong>of</strong> the beast, as the huge ball whipped its<br />
many arms in my direction.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>n something strange happened—the soles <strong>of</strong> the feet<br />
<strong>of</strong> the suit adhered to the ceiling by means <strong>of</strong> a series <strong>of</strong> short,<br />
dark hooks that had emerged from them, and suddenly I found<br />
myself hanging upside-down, while the arms <strong>of</strong> the biter<br />
swirled upwards towards me.<br />
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“I flexed my legs and then extended them with all my<br />
might. <strong>The</strong> soles released from the ceiling, and I found myself<br />
shooting downwards towards the beast. In the brief instant I<br />
had before I fell onto it, flying through its extended tentacles, I<br />
stretched my arms out towards it to strike it as I fell.<br />
“I noticed a tickling sensation on my forearms, and the<br />
sleeves <strong>of</strong> my suit took on the form <strong>of</strong> two broad knives,<br />
running from my fingertips to my elbows. <strong>The</strong>y plunged into<br />
the animal at impact.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> beast shuddered, and I planted my feet on it to pull<br />
my arms out from where they were buried. A stream <strong>of</strong><br />
holographic blood spurted from the two terrible wounds the<br />
knives left, and the biter’s tentacles fell flaccidly to its sides.<br />
“Across the room, the soldier had struck Lucas in the head<br />
with the handle <strong>of</strong> his sword, and jumping back from him, he<br />
was now grabbing the pulsar rifle he carried on his back, to<br />
shoot my companion.<br />
“I prepared to leap from the biter onto the soldier, but at<br />
that exact instant, Lucas threw his own sword, piercing our last<br />
opponent through the chest before he could fire his weapon.<br />
“ ‘Good battle, Sharduk,’ said the ensign, panting slightly<br />
from the effort.<br />
“ ‘<strong>The</strong> suit responds well, but we still have to get to<br />
understand each other better.’<br />
“ ‘I have to go on duty now; if you want to, we can get<br />
together later. One thing—deactivate the suit before you leave;<br />
if people realize what you’re wearing, someone might try to get<br />
their hands on it.’<br />
“ ‘You’re a good fighter, Lucas.’<br />
“ ‘Thanks. I spend almost all <strong>of</strong> my free time here. Not<br />
many people use it—war is a little old-fashioned, but it’s<br />
important to know how to defend yourself.’<br />
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“ ‘When you’re free again we’ll get together and you can tell<br />
me more things about the Wars, and especially about what has<br />
you so angry that you fight the way you do.’<br />
“ ‘I didn’t know it was that obvious.’<br />
“ ‘I’m afraid I inherited an ability to read people from my<br />
mother. You know—tell me how you fight and I’ll tell you who<br />
you are.’<br />
“ ‘Ha, ha! Yes, you really know how to put two and two<br />
together. See you later. At the evening meal I’ll tell you about an<br />
idea that’s been going through my head.’<br />
“I stayed a while longer in the simulation chamber,<br />
experimenting with the combat suit. I seriously doubted that my<br />
father was ignorant <strong>of</strong> what he was giving me. He must have<br />
known that along the way I might find myself in difficulties, and<br />
a suit like this would be <strong>of</strong> great value to me. But if he knew,<br />
why didn’t he say anything to me about its capabilities? He must<br />
have had his reasons. I would ask him if I ever got the chance.<br />
6<br />
“I managed to emit concentrated light pulses from the<br />
palms <strong>of</strong> my hands with the help <strong>of</strong> the suit, make knives <strong>of</strong><br />
various sizes and attack angles, and with a bit <strong>of</strong> practice I saw<br />
that I could camouflage myself in almost any surroundings, in<br />
spite <strong>of</strong> having the suit on.<br />
“I wasn't getting uncontrollably stuck to the walls like when<br />
I was fighting the biter. I also realized that with my luminous<br />
and nervous orders I could make the entire surface <strong>of</strong> the suit<br />
become adhesive. This was very useful, not only allowing me to<br />
stick to whatever I needed to, but also letting me carry<br />
equipment simply by attaching it to my back or to the belt <strong>of</strong><br />
my suit.<br />
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“It would still take us several days to reach the coasts <strong>of</strong> the<br />
ancient city <strong>of</strong> Latica, once the seat <strong>of</strong> power <strong>of</strong> the Mechanists<br />
and today a sad shadow <strong>of</strong> its former self.<br />
“That evening at the agreed time, I went to the upper deck,<br />
where the dining hall was located. I asked for a large serving <strong>of</strong><br />
hydrates and proteins, since the exercise had given me the most<br />
ferocious appetite I had ever felt. <strong>The</strong> food served on the ship<br />
wasn’t as good as freshly caught fish, but at least it filled my<br />
stomach. I sat at one <strong>of</strong> the tables, and within minutes Lucas<br />
joined me.<br />
“ ‘Twins, what a plateful! It looks like the suit takes its<br />
share!’<br />
“ ‘What does that mean?’<br />
“ ‘Nothing you need to worry about. <strong>The</strong> suit, in a way, is a<br />
living being—it’s a bio-mechanoid, and it will absorb part <strong>of</strong> its<br />
nutrients from you. You’ll just have to eat a little more than<br />
usual so that both <strong>of</strong> you can stay fit.’<br />
“ ‘One surprise after another. I’ve been practicing, and I’m<br />
beginning to understand your enthusiasm better and better. Do<br />
you want to try it out?’<br />
“ ‘I’d love to, but these suits only recognize as users people<br />
with the genetic changes made so they can live in the sea.<br />
Thanks for <strong>of</strong>fering.’<br />
“ ‘You were going to tell me about a plan that was going<br />
through your head; I’m intrigued.’<br />
“ ‘Right. Look, as I told you before, I’ve always been<br />
fascinated by the stories <strong>of</strong> the great battles <strong>of</strong> the Tulleric<br />
Wars. When I saw you with the combat suit the other day, and<br />
saw how quickly you adapted to its use, it was as though I was<br />
seeing one <strong>of</strong> those ancient warriors. Someone in your family<br />
must have fought in those wars. I think that you are in the<br />
middle <strong>of</strong> a complicated situation, and you might need to have<br />
someone along who could give you a hand finding whatever you<br />
are looking for. I grew up in Latica; I could help you.’<br />
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“ ‘Thank you, but as you know, I’ve only just begun my<br />
search and someone has already tried to get rid <strong>of</strong> me; I don’t<br />
think I should put anyone else in danger because <strong>of</strong> a problem<br />
that is mine alone.’<br />
“ ‘Look, the truth is that I’m getting very bored here on this<br />
ship. I thought I would find more adventures on the high seas,<br />
but we just travel the same route over and over again. <strong>The</strong>se last<br />
few months my frustration has been turning into rage inside <strong>of</strong><br />
me; that’s what I’ve been trying to work <strong>of</strong>f in the simulation<br />
chamber.’<br />
“ ‘Well, by the way you fight, I’d say you have a lot more left<br />
to work out <strong>of</strong> your system. I’d love to have you come with me,<br />
but I have no idea how long it will take me to find what I need,<br />
and you don't even know what it’s about yet.’<br />
“ ‘As long as I have something more real than a bunch <strong>of</strong><br />
holograms to fight against, you can count on me. I’ve always felt<br />
that I was born for battle, as though I belonged to another<br />
time.’<br />
“ ‘And I hope that you won’t have to find out if you really<br />
were. I assure you that it’s not as much fun to be in real combat.’<br />
“ ‘I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself.’<br />
“ ‘And it may be some time before you see your family<br />
again.’<br />
“ ‘Oh, I haven’t seen them in years, not since I first went to<br />
sea when I was fifteen years old. My parents became followers<br />
<strong>of</strong> the most radical branch <strong>of</strong> the Indistinguishables cult.’<br />
“ ‘I’ve heard <strong>of</strong> them; they have some very extreme<br />
positions.’<br />
“ ‘You’re telling me! It’s a pseudo-religion that makes its<br />
followers unhappy and doesn’t allow for others to be happy,<br />
either. Especially those who are eking out a life on the Plains <strong>of</strong><br />
Sorrow. <strong>The</strong>y’ve taken the writings <strong>of</strong> the Twins, blessed be<br />
them both, so literally that they stifle everything and everyone in<br />
a massive structure <strong>of</strong> rules that are so difficult to follow that I<br />
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found them to be unbearable as soon as I began to be able to<br />
reason.’<br />
“ ‘I can understand how you would leave them, then. My<br />
parents are just the opposite; they’ve helped me in every way<br />
they could.’<br />
“ ‘What’s the name <strong>of</strong> the woman who’s gotten you into so<br />
much trouble, Sharduk?’<br />
“ ‘Why do you think this is about a woman?’<br />
“ ‘It’s always about a woman, my friend. I had problems<br />
with my parents before I left home because I was seeing a girl<br />
from your people. <strong>The</strong> Indistinguishables think that mixing<br />
genes is immoral.’<br />
“You were seeing a Shepherd <strong>of</strong> the <strong>Sea</strong> girl?’<br />
“ ‘Yes, indeed! Lanysa, a wonderful girl; but things didn’t<br />
work out between us, and besides, she and her family moved<br />
south. What’s your girl’s name?’<br />
“ ‘Fanya, her name is Fanya.’<br />
“I told him a bit about how I had found the crossing point,<br />
how Fanya had rescued me, and how now a pocket <strong>of</strong> deadwater<br />
kept me from returning to her side. I explained that I was<br />
looking for a woman who apparently had used the same door as<br />
I had, to see if she knew <strong>of</strong> any way for me to get back.<br />
“ ‘And I thought my story was sad, Sharduk my friend!’<br />
“ ‘I beg you not to tell anyone about this; I could be exiled,<br />
and so could my parents, for having helped me. I have just put<br />
my fate in your hands.’<br />
“ ‘I swear it by my honor, which is my only possession <strong>of</strong><br />
any value. Fate meant for us to meet, so that we could help each<br />
other.’<br />
“ ‘If only I could cross the deadwater with some kind <strong>of</strong><br />
protective suit. . .”<br />
“ ‘Forget that—I don’t know how you came through it<br />
alive! You must have just gone through the very edge <strong>of</strong> the<br />
pool. It eats everything; it’s more than just a lack <strong>of</strong> oxygen. No<br />
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one has ever been able to penetrate a pocket <strong>of</strong> deadwater more<br />
than a few meters, even with heavy armor.’<br />
“ ‘Besides, even if I could get through, I couldn’t bring her<br />
back with me.’<br />
“ ‘Even if you could, that would also have its risks.<br />
Fortunately, there seems to be less and less presence <strong>of</strong> the security<br />
forces <strong>of</strong> the Conclave; you could hide out on the eastern<br />
coast, protected by the forests <strong>of</strong> Rayna, and live in peace. We’ll<br />
help each other—you get me out <strong>of</strong> this tedious job, and I’ll go<br />
with you until we find a way for you to get back to Fanya.’<br />
“All right, it’s a deal!’<br />
“ ‘Now, tell me more about that world you visited, and I’ll<br />
tell you what I know about the Wars and about your combat<br />
suit.’<br />
7<br />
“I spent the remaining days <strong>of</strong> our journey towards Latica<br />
either in the ship’s knowledge center or in the combat<br />
simulation room, where Lucas and I trained together. I began to<br />
understand why my new friend and ally was so bored with his<br />
work. <strong>The</strong> hours passed slowly at sea, and the monotony was<br />
only broken by meals and by our training sessions.<br />
“Sometimes Lucas invited other sailors to join us in our<br />
exercises; I think he talked them into it just to torture them.<br />
When there were others present, I used the session to practice<br />
without the extra help <strong>of</strong> the suit, as much to keep from<br />
depending on it totally as to keep our training partners from<br />
seeing what I could do when I wore it.<br />
“I felt more and more comfortable with my father’s gift to<br />
me. Sometimes it was even hard to take it <strong>of</strong>f. Whenever the<br />
confidence the suit gave me got so great that it could be a<br />
danger to me in a situation <strong>of</strong> real combat, Lucas raised the<br />
level <strong>of</strong> the simulator to a higher intensity, or added extra<br />
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enemies without warning me. Sometimes we both ended the day<br />
<strong>cover</strong>ed with bruises.<br />
“My skill increased rapidly. <strong>The</strong> suit and I acted in perfect<br />
synchronization. No, it was more than that—it anticipated my<br />
requests by a fraction <strong>of</strong> a second, as though it shared my<br />
instincts even before my conscious orders could reach it in the<br />
form <strong>of</strong> patterns, colors, and flashes <strong>of</strong> light from my skin.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> suit’s caloric requirements were very high, and soon<br />
there were comments running through the dining hall that I ate<br />
like one <strong>of</strong> the great sea beasts. At any rate I only interacted the<br />
bare minimum with the other people on board, except, <strong>of</strong><br />
course, with my self-proclaimed best friend.<br />
“It still fascinated me to go up to the bow decks with their<br />
transparent barriers, and the speed at which everything went by<br />
no longer made me sick.<br />
8<br />
“On the eighth day, Lucas came to look for me in the<br />
knowledge center. I was concentrating so hard on my screen<br />
that I didn’t hear him come in.<br />
“It was discouraging; I had only found a brief note about<br />
Coralina’s contract to work on the clean-up <strong>of</strong> the coasts, and<br />
the old traitor <strong>of</strong> a brother <strong>of</strong> hers had already given me that<br />
information. I did find out where the headquarters <strong>of</strong> the<br />
company in charge <strong>of</strong> the cleaning process were located; maybe<br />
they could tell me where to find her.<br />
“ ‘Hey, Sharduk! Any better luck with your search today?’<br />
“ ‘By the black waves, Lucas! Do you always have to sneak<br />
up on me?’<br />
“ ‘I didn’t mean to startle you.’<br />
“ ‘Where I come from I would hear you splashing half a<br />
day away!’<br />
“ ‘I’m sure you would!’ he laughed. ‘I don’t know if you<br />
realized it, but we’re beginning to slow down. You might want<br />
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to come up on deck to watch us arriving in Latica before the<br />
captain announces that we are docking and it fills up with<br />
passengers.’<br />
“I left the medusa-bag in my cabin. It would be useful to<br />
someone, and above-water it would only last a few hours before<br />
it dried up and died. I went up on deck with Lucas, and we<br />
stood by the barriers, which were set at maximum transparency<br />
for a better view <strong>of</strong> the docking. Just about then the captain, a<br />
man that I had only gotten a glimpse <strong>of</strong> once at the dining hall,<br />
announced our arrival through the ship’s loudspeakers.<br />
9<br />
“It had been a good voyage; we were only one day late, and<br />
he wished us all a pleasant visit in the Capitol.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re were only a dozen <strong>of</strong> the enormous ovoid buildings<br />
remaining <strong>of</strong> the hundreds that once defined the pr<strong>of</strong>ile <strong>of</strong> the<br />
city-state against the turquoise sky. <strong>The</strong>y were painted with a<br />
thousand iridescent colors and decorated with symbols and<br />
markings that indicated the use <strong>of</strong> each one.<br />
“Newer buildings that were smaller—between four and ten<br />
stories high—had replaced most <strong>of</strong> the towering giants <strong>of</strong><br />
former days. Some <strong>of</strong> the older ones were halfway demolished,<br />
and would soon give way to large extensions <strong>of</strong> pastures and<br />
woods. Little by little an effort was being made to return a<br />
natural equilibrium to our world.<br />
“From what I had read, the plan was to leave only enough<br />
buildings to house those who had decided not to leave our<br />
planet, along with their descendants. <strong>The</strong>y would help replant<br />
the woods within the city as well as across the poisonous Plains<br />
<strong>of</strong> Sorrow, which promised to be an arduous task that would<br />
take a very long time to complete.<br />
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“ ‘I’ve requested leave, Sharduk. Let’s see if near the port<br />
we meet some little land mermaid that will make our troubles<br />
vanish, and then we can look for a place to stay.’<br />
“ ‘Thanks, Lucas, but I’d rather start looking for<br />
information about Coralina and her descendants. And by the<br />
way, if by mermaid you mean a Shepherd <strong>of</strong> the <strong>Sea</strong> girl, you<br />
should know that we don’t like to be called mermaids or<br />
mermen. It is a little condescending. I don’t refer to land<br />
dwellers as dry-faces.’<br />
“ ‘Ha, ha, ha! You’re right! I’ve heard that expression, dryface!<br />
No <strong>of</strong>fense meant; it was just a playful nickname I used to<br />
use with my girl Lanysa.’<br />
10<br />
“We disembarked together through the cargo area to avoid<br />
unnecessary lines. Long walkways at nearly a hundred per cent<br />
humidity led from the port to the city itself. What remained <strong>of</strong><br />
the ancient metropolis was a spectacular array <strong>of</strong> streets and<br />
avenues, both aquatic and pedestrian, that crisscrossed each<br />
other in astounding complexity.<br />
“Transparent bridges created by force fields held water in<br />
the desired shape and crossed footbridges, sometimes under<br />
them and sometimes over them, forming complex arches and<br />
spirals as they led to the different buildings. Inside the buildings<br />
there were rooms adapted to our needs.<br />
“Thanks to my land suit I didn’t have to use the water<br />
bridges, which gave me greater freedom <strong>of</strong> movement and<br />
allowed me to keep company with Lucas.<br />
“Just as at Iron Atoll, jumping points were set up near the<br />
port area, but there was less activity here than at our previous<br />
stop. <strong>The</strong>se were the first ones to be installed, and they looked<br />
very lack-luster, past their prime. It was impressive to think that<br />
it was here that the colonization <strong>of</strong> other planets by our people<br />
had begun.<br />
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“<strong>The</strong>re was a movement that was becoming more popular,<br />
begun by the sect <strong>of</strong> the Indistinguishables, which considered<br />
that the colonization had been an unforgivable sin, and that<br />
although we had not found any people on any <strong>of</strong> our new<br />
planets, our actions must have caused great misfortune for<br />
thousands or millions <strong>of</strong> sensitive beings. <strong>The</strong>y believed that<br />
these beings were watching us to see what we did with their<br />
former worlds, as if they were monitoring a strange illness.<br />
“Using an avenue with a moving transport belt, we headed<br />
towards the headquarters <strong>of</strong> the company that had been in<br />
charge <strong>of</strong> cleaning the coasts over the last two centuries.<br />
“ ‘I think you’d better put on your hood, Sharduk; this<br />
avenue passes through a neighborhood that’s mainly inhabited<br />
by Indistinguishables, and they don’t take kindly to people who<br />
are different from them.’<br />
“ ‘Discrimination in any form has been forbidden since the<br />
reign <strong>of</strong> the Twins.’<br />
“ ‘I know, but some object could accidentally fly out <strong>of</strong> a<br />
window and hit you. Every day there are fewer security forces<br />
here, and these people have total control over many sectors.’<br />
“ ‘I can understand why you left your parents’ religion.’<br />
“ ‘No religion that seeks to harm others would be pleasing<br />
to the Twins.’<br />
“<strong>The</strong> transportation belt left us in front <strong>of</strong> the tall, ovoid<br />
building that housed the <strong>of</strong>fices <strong>of</strong> the Clear <strong>Sea</strong>s Company,<br />
painted green and <strong>cover</strong>ed with swirling designs in bronze and<br />
silver. Dismantlement had begun at the top <strong>of</strong> the building,<br />
with a plan to move the whole thing to Oceans II, where it<br />
would carry out its business adapting the infinite sea bottoms<br />
there to the needs <strong>of</strong> the many Shepherds <strong>of</strong> the <strong>Sea</strong> who had<br />
decided to emigrate, once they completed their work in our own<br />
ocean, to begin a new life.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> receptionist seemed surprised that I had come to their<br />
<strong>of</strong>fice by way <strong>of</strong> a pedestrian avenue and not a water bridge, but<br />
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she maintained a pr<strong>of</strong>essional smile as she attended to us, only<br />
shooting us a few furtive glances as she looked for the<br />
information about Coralina that I had requested.<br />
“To my dismay, she told me that Coralina had passed away<br />
two decades earlier, and that apparently her son had moved east,<br />
to Rayna. I felt as if I had suddenly been plunged down to a<br />
depth <strong>of</strong> thousands <strong>of</strong> meters, and Lucas must have seen it on<br />
my face, because he tried to cheer me up.<br />
“ ‘This isn’t the end <strong>of</strong> your search, Sharduk.’<br />
“ ‘I know; we have to find her son. He might know<br />
something, but this reduces my possibilities <strong>of</strong> returning by a<br />
great deal.’<br />
“ ‘Is there something else I can do for you?’ asked the<br />
receptionist in a sharp nasal voice.<br />
“ ‘Do you have the name <strong>of</strong> her son there on the terminal?’<br />
“ ‘Ij-nee, Patrick. Now that’s a name I never heard before, if<br />
you don’t mind my saying so!’<br />
“ ‘Thank you, good day. Come on, Lucas, let’s go.’<br />
“Once outside, I could barely breathe from the excitement.<br />
“ ‘Lucas, Patrick was the name <strong>of</strong> Fanya’s grandfather!<br />
Coralina gave her son the name <strong>of</strong> the man she loved, the name<br />
<strong>of</strong> his father! I’m sure it was her that crossed over before me!<br />
Maybe she told her son about some other way <strong>of</strong> crossing over<br />
besides the point in the old ship.<br />
“ ‘So Coralina was an important clue from the very<br />
beginning, after all!’ exclaimed Lucas.<br />
“ ‘We have to go find Patrick’<br />
“ ‘We’ll find. . . Wait, if he’s the son <strong>of</strong> Fanya’s grandfather<br />
and Coralina, he would be a half-brother to Fanya’s mother, and<br />
her. . .half-uncle?’<br />
“ ‘That family tree is beginning to have too many branches<br />
in it for me to follow!’ I laughed.<br />
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“ ‘We’ll have to go by land, Sharduk. <strong>The</strong>re aren’t any water<br />
routes that go to the Red Fjord any more. That was the only<br />
port in Rayna, and it’s on the far eastern end.’<br />
“ ‘<strong>The</strong>n we’ll have to cross the Plains <strong>of</strong> Sorrow, and that’s<br />
not a place I look forward to seeing.’<br />
“ ‘Don’t worry, I know someone who can go with us. I’ll<br />
need a few days to get things ready for the trip.’<br />
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Chapter 12<br />
Ciel and Malaam<br />
1<br />
<strong>The</strong> perplexed look on her brother’s face when she went<br />
flying above him and his boat made Ciel smile for a moment.<br />
But it was no more than that, a slight smile, because she<br />
couldn’t forget what her brother had said. It was quite possible<br />
that their mother would not want to leave behind the people<br />
whose health depended on her to a great extent.<br />
This thought tormented her as she swam towards the<br />
mangrove swamp, where she could leave the water without<br />
being seen. She needed to find Malaam and talk to him. She was<br />
sure he could help them with the plan their father had in mind,<br />
and talking to Malaam would help her pass the time while<br />
Sharduk and Etienne were getting to know one another.<br />
Her brother’s insistence on spending some time alone with<br />
their father in order to size him up, as well as to consider his<br />
plan to take them back with him, had taken her by surprise and<br />
left her in a bad mood. On the other hand, she understood that<br />
if they had some time alone together, just as she had had with<br />
Father there in the sea cave when they met for the first time,<br />
Etienne could not help but take a liking to Man Kenguele.<br />
As Ciel neared the shore, she reduced her speed and swam<br />
as close to the sea bottom as she could, trying not to stir up any<br />
sand as she went, as that could easily be seen from up top. <strong>The</strong><br />
sun lit up the sandy sea floor as she silently glided into the<br />
shallows.<br />
<strong>The</strong> waters <strong>of</strong> the mangrove swamp contained a jungle <strong>of</strong><br />
ancient, twisted roots. A great number <strong>of</strong> different fish and<br />
amphibians lived there, as well as a few crocodiles. <strong>The</strong> latter<br />
were smart enough to recognize her as a potential predator and<br />
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not prey, so if they noticed her in time they would always try to<br />
put as much water as possible between her and them.<br />
She <strong>of</strong>ten entered and left the water among the roots <strong>of</strong> an<br />
enormous white mangrove tree, where she wouldn’t be seen by<br />
some stray shrimp fisherman. <strong>The</strong>y were almost the only people<br />
who came close to the swamp, except for some <strong>of</strong> the village<br />
boys, who would risk their lives to obtain stalks <strong>of</strong> the fleshy<br />
bamboo that grew there. <strong>The</strong> boys used the jointless stalks to<br />
create little imitations <strong>of</strong> the different models <strong>of</strong> cars that they<br />
had seen, producing true works <strong>of</strong> art with an exactness and a<br />
sense <strong>of</strong> scale that were simply incredible.<br />
Ciel emptied the water from her lungs, and as soon as she<br />
felt a little better, she wrapped herself in the dry cloth that she<br />
had hidden among the roots <strong>of</strong> the mangrove tree and headed<br />
down the path to her neighborhood <strong>of</strong> N’long.<br />
2<br />
Compared to the sense <strong>of</strong> security she felt when she was<br />
embraced by the sea, the jungle had come to feel like an<br />
inhospitable place to her, too noisy and with too many places<br />
where she could be attacked. <strong>The</strong> impulse to go running back to<br />
the sea and never come out again flooded her once again. But<br />
knowing she was so close to being able to tell her mother all <strong>of</strong><br />
the truth and that at last their whole family could be together<br />
again gave her strength to continue on her path through the<br />
jungle to N’long.<br />
When she got home, her mother wasn’t there, but Ciel went<br />
in and had something to eat, while she thought about how to<br />
tell her mother and Malaam about Man Kenguele’s arrival. She<br />
wished her great-grandmother Simone were there so she could<br />
ask her advice.<br />
After a while she went on over to Malaam and Alice’s<br />
house. Malaam wasn’t home—when he was, he usually sat on an<br />
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old mat outside his front door, sharpening his ax or striking up<br />
an animated conversation with anyone who was within hailing<br />
distance. But today it was just Alice and her neighbor Marie,<br />
pounding corn in the baobab-wood pounding mortar that the<br />
carpenter had carved for Malaam in exchange for an excellent<br />
piece <strong>of</strong> ukola wood he had brought him.<br />
Whenever Alice was well enough, they ground their corn<br />
together. Not only did they enormously enjoy each other’s<br />
company, but they each had so little corn that if they ground it<br />
separately, there would hardly be enough to use the pounding<br />
mortar instead <strong>of</strong> the flat rocks they used to grind smaller<br />
quantities by hand.<br />
Alice’s girls watched hypnotized as the women took turns<br />
vigorously lowering their poles in perfectly synchronized<br />
movements, all the while chatting and laughing as good friends<br />
do. Alice saw Ciel coming and called out a greeting, and Marie<br />
turned to greet her, as well.<br />
“Mbolo, friend,” said Alice cheerfully. “Are you here to help<br />
us grind our corn?”<br />
“Mbolo fee,” responded Ciel. “I wanted to talk to Malaam.<br />
Hello, little ones,” she said, going over to where the girls were<br />
sitting on a piece <strong>of</strong> cardboard. She patted and hugged them,<br />
and the girls laughed happily.<br />
“He isn’t here—he went into the jungle to look for cola<br />
nuts and fresh bottle-tree thorns that your mother needs to<br />
prepare some <strong>of</strong> the medicines she’s taking to the village market<br />
tomorrow. I don’t think he’ll be long.”<br />
“Okay, I know where he gets them. I’ll go see if I can find<br />
him. Do you know where my mother went?”<br />
“She went into the village to take care <strong>of</strong> a boy who burned<br />
his arm with boiling palm oil, trying to snitch some fried doughrings<br />
his mother was cooking,” replied Alice.<br />
“Are you all right?” queried Marie. “You look worried.”<br />
“No, I’m fine, Marie. It’s okay.”<br />
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“We can’t help being concerned about the people we love,<br />
Ciel,” said Alice, looking at her intently.<br />
“Thanks, Alice. It’s nothing—you needn’t worry, really.”<br />
“Can you go on for a while without me, Marie?” asked the<br />
older woman. “<strong>The</strong> more this child tells me not to worry, the<br />
more worried I get. Come walk with me, Ciel, and tell me what’s<br />
going on. Maybe I can help.”<br />
3<br />
Ciel knew that Malaam shared everything with his wife, but<br />
she wasn’t sure how much he had told her about Man Kenguele,<br />
and since it seemed too strange a truth to burden anyone with,<br />
she wanted to choose her words carefully. <strong>The</strong>y walked down<br />
the path towards the sea for a while in silence. Alice asked no<br />
questions, waiting for Ciel to find the courage to speak.<br />
“My father has returned, Alice. He wants us to go live with<br />
him.”<br />
“Man Kenguele, the man from the sea, has returned?<br />
“I wasn’t sure how much you knew about him. I thought<br />
Malaam probably told you some things, but I wasn’t sure how<br />
much.”<br />
“I know the whole story, my child. I even know that you<br />
yourself can spend a very long time underwater. Malaam was<br />
worried about the way you disappeared sometimes, and he<br />
asked me to follow you once. Don’t worry, though; you know<br />
that your many secrets are safe with us.”<br />
“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you myself, a long time ago.”<br />
“Each person keeps to himself what he thinks is best;<br />
there’s no need to apologize for that.”<br />
“Thank you, Alice.”<br />
“So why is your heart so troubled today, Ciel?”<br />
“Etienne is in his boat at sea, talking to Father, but he said<br />
something that’s making me think a lot. He said that Mother<br />
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may not want to leave because she has the responsibility <strong>of</strong><br />
taking care <strong>of</strong> everyone’s health here. He says she won’t want to<br />
leave you and Malaam, nor Marie, nor the others who live in<br />
N’long.<br />
“That idea has taken away all the excitement I felt when I<br />
first thought we would all go live with him. On the other hand,<br />
living on land is becoming more and more unbearable for me. I<br />
don’t know what to do—I feel so confused. I don’t want to<br />
leave anyone behind—we are a family. But then I don’t want<br />
him to go back alone, either, knowing how much trouble he<br />
went through to be able to return to us.”<br />
<strong>The</strong>y came to a place where another path crossed theirs.<br />
“How appropriate—a crossroad!” commented Alice.<br />
“And I don’t know which path to take.”<br />
“Well, if you will allow an old woman’s advice, it’s good for<br />
you to think about what you should do, but in the end the<br />
circumstances will dictate your decision.”<br />
“What do you mean?”<br />
“When you see a panther on the path, if you are wise you<br />
will go the other way. <strong>The</strong> circumstances will determine your<br />
decision.”<br />
4<br />
<strong>The</strong> calm demeanor and gentle words <strong>of</strong> Alice had soothed<br />
Ciel’s troubled spirit, and after parting ways with her at the<br />
crossroad, she went on down to the little clearing where Malaam<br />
usually collected the stimulating cola nuts. Deep in her thoughts,<br />
she hardly noticed how close she was to the clearing when she<br />
heard a strange murmur.<br />
“Malaam! Is that you?”<br />
<strong>The</strong> sound stopped immediately, and she thought she heard<br />
Malaam mutter a curse under his breath.<br />
“Enthi! What a scare you gave me, Ciel!”<br />
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“Were you talking to someone? I thought I heard voices.”<br />
“I only hear the wind in the trees.”<br />
“Oh, well, I must still have water in my ears. I need to talk<br />
to you.”<br />
“Whatever you want, my green-eyed girl. Help me with<br />
these thorns? <strong>The</strong>y’re a little high for me.”<br />
“Of course—hand me your knife. I was just talking to Alice<br />
—you could have told me you knew about. . . about my ‘special<br />
talents.’ ”<br />
“I thought it would be best for you to just feel normal, at<br />
least with us. Maybe I was wrong.”<br />
“I know your heart was in the right place—I would never<br />
doubt that—but I would have liked to able to talk to someone<br />
about these things.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> thorns were tough, and she had trouble getting them<br />
<strong>of</strong>f the bottle-tree trunk, even though the knife was very sharp.<br />
“I always thought you would talk to your mother about it,<br />
or your brother. I guess you had your reasons not to do that,<br />
but I can’t think <strong>of</strong> what they might be.”<br />
“Well, it doesn’t matter any more. Something amazing has<br />
happened; my father has returned!”<br />
“What? Man Kenguele is here?”<br />
“Yes, and he says he needs your help.”<br />
“How is he?”<br />
“Happy to be back, sad because so many years have gone<br />
by for Mother.”<br />
“What do you mean?”<br />
“He’s the same as when he left—the very same, even the<br />
same age. It’s only been a few months for him, less than a year.<br />
“You mean he’s still a young man?”<br />
“He’s my age, Malaam. It seems so strange.”<br />
“Gods! I don’t know how your mother will take that.”<br />
“I’m worried about it, too, and so is Father.”<br />
“Did he say what his plans were?”<br />
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“He says he wants us to go with him, but I don’t know<br />
what to do.”<br />
“Go, my child.”<br />
“And leave all the people I love behind?”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re’s no future for you here, nor for your brother,<br />
either. He’s been taking a lot <strong>of</strong> risks lately, and he’s going to<br />
end up in serious trouble before long. You should both go, and<br />
get out <strong>of</strong> this miserable place.”<br />
“What if Mother doesn’t want to go with us?”<br />
“I’ll watch after her, don’t worry. Don’t look at me like that<br />
—I know very well what my limitations are.”<br />
“That’s not what I was thinking, Malaam.”<br />
“I swear to you that I have the means to defend your<br />
mother, as well as the rest <strong>of</strong> us.”<br />
“I believe you, Malaam, I do.”<br />
“Tell your father that I’ll meet him tonight at sunset at the<br />
mouth <strong>of</strong> the Benoué River, there behind the tallest waterfall.<br />
He can tell me then what he needs me to do to help you get out<br />
<strong>of</strong> here.”<br />
“I will. Oh, Malaam! You’re the best grandfather in the<br />
whole world,” she said, bending down to hug him. “Here are<br />
your thorns.”<br />
“Thank you, Ciel.”<br />
“I’m going into the village. I want to talk to Mother, to tell<br />
her to come to the mangrove swamp with me tonight, after<br />
you’ve talked to Father.”<br />
5<br />
Ciel made her way to the village and found the hut where<br />
Fanya was just finishing applying poultices made with blue<br />
gorgonias on the right arm and part <strong>of</strong> the chest <strong>of</strong> the sobbing<br />
little fried-dough thief, whose impatience had brought upon<br />
him an outrageous punishment, compared to his petty crime.<br />
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<strong>With</strong> all the bravery a five-year-old could muster, he gritted his<br />
teeth and tried to keep the tears from falling.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re you go, little man. We’re all done,” said Fanya,<br />
stroking his head lovingly. “Next time use the long-handled<br />
spoon to go fishing for fried dough-rings.”<br />
“I don’t think he ever wants to eat fried dough-rings again,<br />
poor little guy,” said his mother. “Here, I wrapped a couple<br />
dozen <strong>of</strong> them in a banana leaf for you to take home with you,<br />
Fanya.”<br />
“Thank you, Ruth. You know how my children love these.”<br />
Ciel watched from the door <strong>of</strong> the house as her mother<br />
picked up her things and wrapped them all in a cloth, which she<br />
tied up into a neat bundle. Ever since she was a small girl, she<br />
had seen how it was easier for her mother to be tender and<br />
sweet with other children she took care <strong>of</strong> than with her own.<br />
Maybe she and her brother reminded her too much <strong>of</strong> their<br />
father, and <strong>of</strong> the pain <strong>of</strong> never having seen him again.<br />
She waited until her mother had picked up all her things<br />
and was turning to leave.<br />
“All right, Ruth. Change the poultices twice a day the way<br />
that I explained to you. I’ll be back in a couple <strong>of</strong> days to see<br />
how it’s healing.”<br />
“Hello, Mother.”<br />
“Ciel, I didn’t know you were in the village. Who’s at the<br />
house?”<br />
“Nobody, Mother, but Alice is keeping an eye on it.”<br />
“Have you seen your brother?”<br />
“I talked to him a couple <strong>of</strong> hours ago; he’ll be out fishing<br />
tonight.”<br />
“Well, I’m going back home now. I have to get everything<br />
ready for market day tomorrow, and I just used up the last <strong>of</strong><br />
my gorgonia ointment.<br />
“I’ll walk home with you. Let me help carry things.”<br />
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<strong>The</strong> silence between them became heavier and heavier as<br />
they walked towards N’long.<br />
“Has something happened, Ciel? You show up in the village<br />
all <strong>of</strong> a sudden, you insist on walking with me, and now you<br />
don’t have a word to say all the way home. Did your brother get<br />
himself into some kind <strong>of</strong> trouble again?”<br />
“No, Mother. Something else has happened, but we’re all<br />
okay.”<br />
“So what is it? I’m getting worried.”<br />
Ciel stopped and took her mother by the shoulders. She<br />
looked into her eyes for a few long seconds—the contrast<br />
between her mother’s dark, warm eyes and her own sea-green<br />
ones couldn’t be greater.<br />
“Mother, we need to talk. I was supposed to wait until<br />
Etienne gave me the signal to do it, but it’s eating me up inside<br />
and I have to tell you. Father has returned, and he needs to see<br />
you tonight.”<br />
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Chapter 13<br />
<strong>Sea</strong>rching for Patrick<br />
1<br />
“<strong>The</strong> days that Lucas said he needed in order to get ready<br />
for the trip to Rayna turned into several weeks, but now that we<br />
had been crossing the multi-hued blue sands <strong>of</strong> the Plains <strong>of</strong><br />
Sorrow for nearly a month, I understood why so much<br />
preparation was necessary.<br />
“If Jaffeth, the pilot <strong>of</strong> the sand spider that we had hired in<br />
Latica, hadn’t taken us along the less frequented routes, we<br />
could have fallen into the hands <strong>of</strong> the many followers <strong>of</strong> the<br />
Indistinguishables sect who wandered through the desert they<br />
had made their home. While we had had a couple <strong>of</strong> somewhat<br />
violent run-ins with members <strong>of</strong> the sect during our stay in the<br />
city, apparently this was nothing compared to what could<br />
happen at the hands <strong>of</strong> the desert dwellers. <strong>The</strong>re were rumors<br />
that they fed <strong>of</strong>f <strong>of</strong> the remains <strong>of</strong> the war creatures that could<br />
still be found in abundance among the dunes.<br />
“We had seen several groups <strong>of</strong> Indistinguishables in the<br />
distance, but Jaffeth kept us far enough away from them so it<br />
wasn’t worth their while to chase a small group like ours. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
<strong>of</strong>ten attacked groups that ventured out <strong>of</strong> the city in search <strong>of</strong><br />
metal scraps and other materials among the battle ruins that<br />
<strong>cover</strong>ed much <strong>of</strong> the Plains <strong>of</strong> Sorrow, but they avoided groups<br />
that included any <strong>of</strong> the powerful Shepherds <strong>of</strong> the Land.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> slow but steady pace <strong>of</strong> the huge, six-legged, metal<br />
sand spider that carried us, along with our supplies—four<br />
meters above the ground and protected from the sun by a<br />
canvas tent—produced a tremendous sense <strong>of</strong> monotony. <strong>The</strong><br />
only thing that provided a little interest was caring for my<br />
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pendant, whose tiny red inhabitants were not doing too well<br />
amidst so much heat and dryness.<br />
“ ‘How long until we get to the border <strong>of</strong> Rayna, Jaffeth?’<br />
“ ‘Two days less than the last time you asked me, two days<br />
ago, Sharduk. I said that I would get you there in one piece, not<br />
that I would get you there fast. My old spider wasn’t made for<br />
racing.’<br />
“ ‘Don’t try to rush the pilot,’ said Lucas. ‘If we went faster,<br />
we would arouse the interest <strong>of</strong> the Indistinguishables, and I<br />
assure you that if that happens the only place we will get to<br />
quickly will be the other world, if there is one.’<br />
“ ‘We’ll have to go around that; it wasn’t there last time I<br />
came through here,’ said the pilot, indicating an enormous<br />
crater with walls <strong>of</strong> crystalized sand looming in front <strong>of</strong> us.<br />
“ ‘An artifact must have exploded when they were trying to<br />
dismantle it, and it must have been a big one. This thing is<br />
several kilometers in diameter.’<br />
“ ‘Hopefully it took out a few Indistinguishables,’ said the<br />
pilot. ‘That would be good.’<br />
“ ‘Another delay,’ I muttered.<br />
“ ‘We’ll get there, Sharduk; it will just take us a few extra<br />
hours. Remember that you aren’t the only one with a mission.’<br />
“ ‘I’m sorry, Lucas. It’s just that I’ve been out <strong>of</strong> the water<br />
so long that it’s getting on my nerves.’<br />
2<br />
“After another two weeks <strong>of</strong> playing hide and seek with the<br />
Indistinguishables, we finally began to see a few spindly trees,<br />
and later, in the distance, what looked like an impenetrable wall<br />
<strong>of</strong> vegetation, which extended from north to south across the<br />
whole continent.<br />
“ ‘We’ll get to the forest within a couple <strong>of</strong> hours at the<br />
most—then I’ll go back to Latica like we said.’<br />
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“ ‘Of course, Jaffi! Keep the supplies that are left over, too.<br />
I’m sure you’ll make good use <strong>of</strong> them.’<br />
“ ‘Thanks, Lucas. I hope you don’t run into too many<br />
problems in the forest.’<br />
“We hadn’t been able to find any vehicles that we could use<br />
in the dense jungle, so we would have to make the rest <strong>of</strong> the<br />
journey on foot. As we neared Rayna, the breeze brought us the<br />
welcome scent <strong>of</strong> humidity, and I began to feel refreshed.<br />
Crossing the blue desert had taken its toll on my body and soul.<br />
“Soon we reached the edge <strong>of</strong> the forest, where tall trees<br />
seemed to be watching over other younger ones who were<br />
trying to take possession <strong>of</strong> the desert a few meters at a time.<br />
“We shouldered the backpacks with the supplies we would<br />
carry with us and a couple <strong>of</strong> rifles, and as soon as the pilot<br />
lowered the cabin <strong>of</strong> the sand spider to the ground, we paid<br />
him what we had agreed on and climbed out. <strong>The</strong> care and<br />
attention <strong>of</strong> the Shepherds <strong>of</strong> the Land could be seen in the<br />
harmonious way the young trees were developing.<br />
“We heard shouting and some mechanical sounds<br />
approaching us from deeper in the jungle.<br />
“ ‘That doesn’t sound good at all,’ said Jaffeth from the<br />
cabin, ‘and that isn’t the only thing coming our way.’<br />
“ ‘What else is there?’<br />
“ ‘I see some <strong>of</strong> the Indistinguishables’ vehicles coming<br />
across the desert; I’ve got to get out <strong>of</strong> here right now, or they’ll<br />
see me. May the sands be smooth in your path.’<br />
“ ‘Good luck to you, too, Jaffi.’<br />
“<strong>The</strong> sand spider lifted up <strong>of</strong>f the ground and started <strong>of</strong>f<br />
in the opposite direction from the now perfectly visible dust<br />
column that was heading right towards the area at the edge <strong>of</strong><br />
the forest where we were standing. Lucas looked very serious as<br />
he watched our transport disappear behind a blue-hued dune.<br />
“ ‘Sharduk, it’s quite probable that the people coming<br />
toward us through the forest are also Indistinguishables;<br />
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sometimes they make raids into the forest to hunt, and they<br />
attack the settlements that are closest to the edge <strong>of</strong> the Plains<br />
<strong>of</strong> Sorrow. We’d better hide and figure out how many <strong>of</strong> them<br />
there are; then we can decide what to do. Keep your<br />
communicator turned on, and let’s split up.’<br />
“ ‘Shall we use our tactic for combat simulation number<br />
fifty-one?’ I asked him.<br />
“ ‘That’s just what I was thinking. You take an upper<br />
position, and I’ll try to slip behind them when they get close to<br />
the edge <strong>of</strong> the forest.’<br />
“We heard several shots and loud voices. I activated my suit<br />
and climbed to the top <strong>of</strong> one <strong>of</strong> the tall trees in the last row<br />
before the desert began. My armor generated a set <strong>of</strong> tiny<br />
hooks that fastened my back to the tree trunk, and I changed its<br />
color to blend in. It would be hard for anyone to see me. Lucas<br />
had also vanished from sight.<br />
“I could hear the vehicles coming across the desert at our<br />
backs very clearly, while the shouts coming from the forest were<br />
getting louder and louder. In my mind’s eye I could see the band<br />
<strong>of</strong> Indistinguishables, faces hidden behind their white,<br />
expressionless masks, crashing towards us through the<br />
underbrush.<br />
“Lucas’ voice sounded in my right ear. ‘<strong>The</strong>re are eight on<br />
foot, and another one in an old Mechanist combat walker with a<br />
cage welded onto the back <strong>of</strong> it. I see some young Shepherds<br />
<strong>of</strong> the Land and one <strong>of</strong> my kind in the cage. I think a group <strong>of</strong><br />
Shepherds are chasing after them.’<br />
“ ‘Those sons <strong>of</strong> a shark have been on a slave raid for their<br />
work camps in the desert! If they reach the vehicles, we won’t<br />
be able to do anything. I’ll take care <strong>of</strong> the walker. I’m moving<br />
forward.’<br />
“I released my back from the tree trunk where I was<br />
perched and jumped from tree to tree until I was directly above<br />
the group. <strong>The</strong> mechano was a museum piece made up <strong>of</strong> parts<br />
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<strong>of</strong> several walking suits <strong>of</strong> armor, and it was four times my<br />
height. Luckily the cabin was only armored across the front. I<br />
calculated my angle and jumped down onto its ro<strong>of</strong>. Before the<br />
driver could react and attack me with the articulated arms, I slid<br />
feet-first into the cabin through a side window, knocking his<br />
head against the stability bars so hard that that it split his skull.<br />
<strong>The</strong> machine halted and stood there, unmoving.<br />
“ ‘What are you doing, Driver Grez? <strong>The</strong>y’re right behind<br />
us! Don’t stop here!’ <strong>The</strong>re was no answer.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> group <strong>of</strong> Indistinguishables halted, unsure. One <strong>of</strong><br />
them scrambled up the ladder to the cabin and looked in the<br />
window through which I had just entered. I stuck my pulsar rifle<br />
in his face and shot at the same time that Lucas began shooting<br />
from behind their line, trying not to hit the captives, who were<br />
still in the cage, shouting and crying in desperation.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> force <strong>of</strong> the impact from my weapon sent the raider<br />
flying several meters backward before falling to the ground on<br />
his back like a headless bundle <strong>of</strong> meat. <strong>The</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> the group<br />
tried to return Lucas’ fire, but they had a hard time figuring out<br />
where he was, since he was constantly changing his position,<br />
making them believe they were being attacked by a small army.<br />
“I jumped down behind them; they were too close to the<br />
prisoners, and I didn’t have a good shooting angle, so I formed<br />
knives with my sleeves and threw myself at them in a fury. I<br />
have never been in favor <strong>of</strong> attacking from behind, but they<br />
were slavers, and our little army <strong>of</strong> two didn’t have much time<br />
for what we needed to do.<br />
“A shot from Lucas set fire to the belly <strong>of</strong> another<br />
Indistinguishable, but there were still six against two, and this<br />
was not a training session; here the shots killed, and those<br />
whose lives you took were real people.<br />
“Two <strong>of</strong> them turned toward me, running between the legs<br />
<strong>of</strong> the mechano with their white-painted masks. I grabbed onto<br />
one <strong>of</strong> the walker’s legs and used it as a pivot to spin around<br />
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and hit at the fellow who was closest to me. I missed—my left<br />
blade passed only centimeters from his neck.<br />
“His companion didn’t miss; I felt an intense burning in my<br />
right shoulder as I landed on the ground. Lucas was keeping the<br />
others busy.<br />
“Once he re<strong>cover</strong>ed from the initial shock, the one I had<br />
aimed at first raised his handgun and pointed it at me. I lit my<br />
suit with the brightest flash <strong>of</strong> light that I could, in an effort to<br />
blind both <strong>of</strong> them. It seemed to work, but it wasn’t a very<br />
good idea, because two <strong>of</strong> those who were exchanging gunfire<br />
with Lucas whirled around towards me.<br />
“I didn’t have time to send another blinding flash; luckily,<br />
one <strong>of</strong> them received a deadly shot in the middle <strong>of</strong> his back. I<br />
jumped forward, taking advantage <strong>of</strong> the fact that the first two<br />
still couldn't see—which didn’t stop them from shooting blindly,<br />
so several <strong>of</strong> their shots almost got me as well as their own<br />
men.<br />
“I lunged at the other one with my good arm, missing his<br />
fire by a fish-scale’s thickness, and sank my knife into his chest.<br />
Shots were still raining down from behind me, so I quickly<br />
jumped back up to the cabin <strong>of</strong> the mechano. <strong>The</strong> pain in my<br />
shoulder was getting worse by the second, and it was hard for<br />
me to stay on my feet.<br />
“ ‘Let’s get out <strong>of</strong> here! More Shepherds are coming!<br />
Retreat!’<br />
“<strong>The</strong> last <strong>of</strong> the slavers ran towards the Plains, where their<br />
transports were approaching. I sat on the ro<strong>of</strong> <strong>of</strong> the mechano<br />
as Lucas, apparently unscathed, emerged from the brush where<br />
he had been hiding.<br />
“ ‘Help me get these people out <strong>of</strong> the cage. You’re safe<br />
now—we’ll get you out right away!<br />
“ ‘Who are you?’ asked a girl about thirteen years old. She<br />
seemed to be the eldest, though not the largest, since there were<br />
Shepherd <strong>of</strong> the Land children who were smaller versions <strong>of</strong><br />
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their powerful parents; even though none <strong>of</strong> them were older<br />
than eight, they were already nearly two meters tall.<br />
“ ‘We are friends; we’ll get you out <strong>of</strong> here,’ Lucas reassured<br />
them again.<br />
“ ‘That won’t be necessary. We will do it.’<br />
“It was a voice as deep as rolling thunder; Lucas and I both<br />
turned towards it at the same time. Coming through the forest,<br />
tossing trees out <strong>of</strong> his way left and right as though they were<br />
algae, was the largest Shepherd <strong>of</strong> the Land you could ever<br />
imagine, followed by half a dozen more, as well as a dozen<br />
other forest dwellers.<br />
“Although the Shepherd seemed to be trying to walk<br />
carefully, the ground trembled with every step. He was a meter<br />
taller than the mechano, and probably weighed several tons. I<br />
had never seen nor heard <strong>of</strong> the existence <strong>of</strong> such an enormous<br />
Shepherd <strong>of</strong> the Land. He must have been quite old. His arms<br />
and legs looked like branches and tree trunks painted a deep red<br />
color and <strong>cover</strong>ed with old—and some not-so-old—scars. His<br />
yellow eyes held as much wisdom as the whales I have met here<br />
in your ocean.<br />
“He looked straight at me; his rugged face was less than a<br />
meter from where I was sitting. His breath smelled <strong>of</strong> dead<br />
leaves, and his mouth still had most <strong>of</strong> its big, flat Shepherd<br />
teeth.<br />
“ ‘You stopped those who had attacked our camp. Why?’<br />
thundered the Shepherd’s voice.<br />
“ ‘We realized they were slavers; we couldn’t let them get<br />
through with their prisoners.’<br />
“His companions surrounded the mechano and Lucas, who<br />
moved aside to let them open the cage.<br />
“ ‘We didn’t think their clients were happy with the<br />
transport service,’ said Lucas, carefully laying his rifle on the<br />
ground and raising his hands.<br />
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“ ‘Your friend thinks he is funny, Shepherd <strong>of</strong> the <strong>Sea</strong>. It<br />
has been long since I’ve seen armor such as yours.’<br />
“<strong>The</strong> timber <strong>of</strong> his voice was so deep that it made my chest<br />
vibrate; it was like listening to an underwater volcano. I ordered<br />
the suit to withdraw its protective hood. It took a few seconds<br />
longer to comply than I expected; obviously it, too, felt uneasy<br />
about the gigantic being that was in front <strong>of</strong> us.<br />
“ ‘We were just passing through, on our way to the Red<br />
Fjord. We couldn’t have just let them go by; it wouldn’t have<br />
been moral,’ I explained.<br />
“ ‘Moral? That is a concept that seems to have fallen out <strong>of</strong><br />
use beyond our forest. What takes you to the Red Fjord? Why<br />
do you want to cross our forest?’<br />
“ ‘I’m hoping to find someone at the Fjord who can help<br />
me return to the one I love.’<br />
“<strong>The</strong> Shepherd gave me a long, searching look, while the<br />
newly-released captives ran to hug Lucas. If he decided I was<br />
lying, my armor couldn’t keep him from squashing me like a sea<br />
louse.<br />
“ ‘You are very far from home, Shepherd <strong>of</strong> the <strong>Sea</strong>. Come,<br />
you are wounded. You have done us a great service; those<br />
bastards would have escaped with the children. <strong>The</strong>y keep them<br />
as slaves, and when the young ones grow so large that they are<br />
difficult to manage, they perform a lobotomy in order to keep<br />
them in their service. I am Colonel Turj. We will take you to a<br />
safe place, a place with water. Welcome to Rayna.’<br />
3<br />
“<strong>The</strong> camp actually turned out to be a small city organized<br />
around a lake. I dove in as soon as we arrived, leaving my<br />
combat suit with Lucas for safekeeping. <strong>The</strong> various trade guilds<br />
were arranged around the shore, while carefully respecting the<br />
water and its inhabitants.<br />
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“Most <strong>of</strong> the houses were on stilts, right on the lake itself;<br />
one was assigned to us in appreciation for our fight against the<br />
Indistinguishables. <strong>The</strong> inhabitants obtained most <strong>of</strong> their<br />
energy though an intricate system <strong>of</strong> wires tied to the trees that<br />
were closest to the lakeshore, converting the movement <strong>of</strong> the<br />
branches in the wind into electricity.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>se were warrior-like people; many were direct<br />
descendants <strong>of</strong> the Sons <strong>of</strong> the Roots who had fought in the<br />
wars against the Mechanists. Others were clearly descendants <strong>of</strong><br />
the Mechanist group itself, but they had been living here since<br />
the Holy Twins began their policy <strong>of</strong> non-segregation, with the<br />
idea that the only way to live in peace was to know each other,<br />
live together, and mix with one another.<br />
“For the next two days I hardly left the water; I hadn’t<br />
realized how much I had missed it until I was able to enjoy it<br />
once more. We were anxious to get to our destination and look<br />
for Patrick, but my wounded shoulder needed a rest.<br />
“On the morning <strong>of</strong> the third day, after spending a few<br />
hours feeding and chasing the enormous red-whiskered catfish<br />
that lived in the lake, I saw Lucas sitting on the balcony <strong>of</strong> our<br />
house, with his legs dangling over the edge and his feet in the<br />
water. He greeted me when he saw me and motioned for me to<br />
come over. I got out <strong>of</strong> the water and sat beside him; he looked<br />
upset.<br />
“ ‘What’s up, dry-face?’ I asked, trying to lighten the mood.<br />
“Lucas waited for a few seconds before he answered, and<br />
he completely ignored my clumsy attempt at being funny.<br />
“ ‘<strong>The</strong>y’ve asked me to stay here with them, Sharduk.’<br />
“ ‘Here? In the forest?’<br />
“ ‘Yes. Changes are coming, and not pleasant ones, either.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Indistinguishables are arming themselves; winds <strong>of</strong> war are<br />
blowing, my friend. <strong>The</strong> people here want me to help them in<br />
preparing their defense. I know all the major battles fought on<br />
this planet by memory, and though most <strong>of</strong> my knowledge is<br />
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theoretical. . .’ He was quiet for a moment before he continued,<br />
‘Turj is worried about what those people are up to, and he has<br />
asked me to help him. He asked me! I know the great<br />
accomplishments <strong>of</strong> that man—do you know who he is? He<br />
was already an <strong>of</strong>ficial before the arrival <strong>of</strong> the Twins! I’ve read<br />
about all <strong>of</strong> his battles; he was—I mean, he is—one <strong>of</strong> my<br />
favorite warriors <strong>of</strong> all times. He’s afraid that the errors <strong>of</strong> the<br />
past will be repeated. At least this time the planet is almost<br />
empty, and there won’t be as many victims as in the wars <strong>of</strong> past<br />
centuries.’<br />
“ ‘But wait, you’re saying he’s what, some four hundred<br />
years old?’<br />
“ ‘Yes, he’s one <strong>of</strong> the original Shepherds; he was an <strong>of</strong>ficer<br />
in the army <strong>of</strong> the Sons <strong>of</strong> the Roots before the Blessed Twins<br />
rose to power. He doesn’t age, or at least if he does, it’s very<br />
slowly. But he hasn’t stopped growing since the day he was<br />
transformed into a Shepherd, when he was about my age. He’s<br />
the only one <strong>of</strong> the originals still on our planet; the rest were<br />
assigned to the colonies, to protect our people.’<br />
“ ‘So, what are you going to do?’<br />
“ ‘When we get you back to your beloved, I’ll come back<br />
here to join up with him. It’s the second time in my life that I<br />
feel like I have a purpose to fulfill.’<br />
“ ‘And what was the first time?’<br />
“ ‘Oh, you know what that was! It was when you took me<br />
out <strong>of</strong> my worthless position on the transport and invited me to<br />
go on an adventure with you!’<br />
“ ‘Ha, ha, ha! That was your own idea, Lucas!’<br />
“ ‘Don’t laugh, Sharduk. I’m making some serious decisions<br />
about my future. He wanted you to stay, too; he saw you<br />
fighting, and he was impressed.’<br />
“ ‘You know I can’t, Lucas. When I left, Fanya was in a<br />
difficult situation.’<br />
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“ ‘I know, and I’m not asking you to stay. I’ll go to the Red<br />
Fjord with you to see Patrick.’<br />
“ ‘Don’t tell me that you’ve gotten information on where to<br />
find him…’<br />
“ ‘Yes, Turj told me just a while ago; he asked me to take<br />
the mechano to him so he can fix it up a little, and our new<br />
friends can use it if those fanatic bastards attack them again.’<br />
“ ‘Does he know that your parents…’<br />
“ ‘…are followers <strong>of</strong> the Indistinguishables cult? Yes, I told<br />
him myself. <strong>The</strong> problem isn’t the worship in itself, but the fact<br />
that some <strong>of</strong> them use it as an excuse to enslave others.’<br />
“ ‘Can we leave for the Fjord this afternoon?’<br />
“ ‘If you’re ready to walk that far…’<br />
“ ‘I don’t walk with my shoulders, Lucas.’<br />
4<br />
“<strong>The</strong> mechano turned out to be an efficient—though<br />
boring—transport. We spent five days crossing the thick forest<br />
at its steady, mechanical pace, taking the hidden paths that Turj<br />
had indicated to us until the woods began to clear as we got<br />
closer to the Red Fjord, which lived up to its name with the<br />
reddish tones <strong>of</strong> its high cliff walls.<br />
“Patrick was an engineer <strong>of</strong> about fifty years <strong>of</strong> age, who it<br />
seemed had become somewhat <strong>of</strong> a hermit after being exiled<br />
from Latica for accidentally causing a fire that burned down the<br />
laboratories <strong>of</strong> the company where he was working. He now<br />
lived atop one <strong>of</strong> the cliffs that bordered the fjord, with steep<br />
rock faces dropping down to the water on two <strong>of</strong> the three<br />
sides <strong>of</strong> his house.<br />
“We stopped where the chaos began. <strong>The</strong> half a hectare or<br />
so <strong>of</strong> level land in front <strong>of</strong> the house was almost <strong>cover</strong>ed with<br />
all sorts <strong>of</strong> remains, both from war machines created by the<br />
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Mechanists and from great beasts brought over by the Sons <strong>of</strong><br />
the Roots.<br />
“We climbed down from the mechano and made our way<br />
through the assortment <strong>of</strong> junk stacked into impossible piles,<br />
connected to each other with a web <strong>of</strong> wires <strong>of</strong> every sort. It<br />
looked like it would all come crashing down if anyone even<br />
sneezed. In fact, it looked like some <strong>of</strong> the piles had already<br />
collapsed and fallen down the precipice that was just a few<br />
hundred meters from the house.<br />
“ ‘Remember, we have to speak one at a time and tell him<br />
that we are from the camp by the lake, and that Turj sent us.’<br />
“ ‘Okay, Lucas. Go on, you tell him. It’s easier for you to<br />
seem nice than it is for me.’<br />
“We heard a nasal voice coming from above our heads.<br />
“ ‘Who are you? Are you here to rob me?’<br />
“We looked up at the top <strong>of</strong> one <strong>of</strong> the biggest piles <strong>of</strong><br />
twisted metal. <strong>Sea</strong>ted up there was a strange, middle-aged<br />
person.<br />
“ ‘Turj sent us, from the camp by the lake.’<br />
“ ‘Anybody can say that! If you lie to me, I’ll have my scrap<br />
piles knock you flat before you have time to think <strong>of</strong> a second<br />
lie!’<br />
“ ‘That won’t be necessary, oh Great Engineer,’ I told the<br />
skinny little man.<br />
“ ‘How can we show you that we come in peace? We’ve<br />
brought a gift, a mechano in almost perfect condition.’<br />
“ ‘A mechano that works, so that I can study it?’<br />
“ ‘Well, actually, it’s so you can finish fixing it. <strong>The</strong> colonel<br />
said that if there was anyone who could fine tune it, it would be<br />
you,’ said Lucas, with his best smile.<br />
“ ‘Well, that does sound like old man Turj. Just a minute, I’ll<br />
be right down.’<br />
“Saying this, he jumped from the top <strong>of</strong> his pile <strong>of</strong> junk,<br />
and suspended from a cable by an intricate harness, he slid to<br />
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the ground. When he landed, right beside us, we saw that he<br />
was even smaller than he had seemed on top <strong>of</strong> the pile; he was<br />
like an elf, barely three cubits in height, with a shiny pate riveted<br />
with some hairy patches which, had they been subject to<br />
adequate hygiene, would have been white and not yellow.<br />
“ ‘Nice combat suit, fish-man. Will you sell it to me?’<br />
“ ‘No, but we’ve brought you a mechano for you to play<br />
with.’<br />
“ ‘Come in, come in. I’ll make you some algae and berry tea<br />
that you will love.’<br />
“We followed the strange little man over toward his flatro<strong>of</strong>ed,<br />
triangular house. I certainly had never imagined that<br />
Coralina’s son would be anything like this, although if I looked<br />
very hard, I could see a certain similarity to the old idiot who<br />
had sicced his pets on me at Iron Atoll. He was, after all, this<br />
fellow's uncle.<br />
“ ‘I suppose you didn’t come just to bring me this mechano<br />
to repair. Come on over to my front door with it.’<br />
5<br />
“We walked along with Patrick, as he limped with an<br />
uneven gait across the lot filled with artifacts in various states <strong>of</strong><br />
disassembly. We finally reached the house, which looked more<br />
like an industrial building, with a huge front-entry door that the<br />
mechano fit through without any problem.<br />
“Inside the three-sided building, panels had been set up<br />
across each corner, creating separate rooms and leaving a large<br />
hexagonal space in the center, which was only a little more<br />
orderly than the outside yard. It looked like the workshop <strong>of</strong><br />
some lunatic, or at least <strong>of</strong> someone who found it very difficult<br />
to let go <strong>of</strong> worthless junk. <strong>The</strong> room was filled with halfdismantled<br />
mechanos and dozens <strong>of</strong> tables with every sort <strong>of</strong><br />
unrecognizable instruments and machines on them.<br />
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“After leaving our mechano in one <strong>of</strong> the few free spaces,<br />
we went with our strange host to the space paneled <strong>of</strong>f from<br />
the chaotic workshop in the far corner <strong>of</strong> the building.<br />
“ ‘Clean your feet <strong>of</strong>f before you come in. Here, sit on this<br />
bench and use the ultraviolet machine.’<br />
“When he decided we were clean enough, he opened the<br />
metallic door to his living quarters. <strong>The</strong> order and cleanliness<br />
inside contrasted dramatically with the disorder and oily grime<br />
outside.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> same distribution <strong>of</strong> the outer room was repeated<br />
inside, in fractal symmetry; the triangular room, about forty<br />
cubits long and proportionately wide, was in turn paneled <strong>of</strong>f<br />
across all three corners, again leaving a central, hexagonal room.<br />
Each panel had a door leading to a triangular bedroom.<br />
“A long table with a series <strong>of</strong> hollows filled with small<br />
spheres presided over the center <strong>of</strong> the main room, and there<br />
was what looked like a kitchen next to a wall <strong>cover</strong>ed in<br />
tapestries with aquatic motifs.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> algae tea was absolutely repulsive, and it even seemed<br />
so to both Lucas and to me in spite <strong>of</strong> our very different eating<br />
habits. After declining a third cup <strong>of</strong> the viscous brew, I decided<br />
to get down to business. <strong>The</strong> old man was in no hurry.<br />
“ ‘Well, I’ll have another; my old stomach has been giving<br />
me a bad time lately,’ he said, reaching for the pitcher <strong>of</strong> tea.<br />
“ ‘Mr. Patrick…’<br />
“ ‘I prefer to be called Engineer Patrick, Sir, if you don’t<br />
mind,’ he interrupted testily.<br />
“ ‘Excuse me, Engineer Patrick, Sir. We came here in the<br />
hope that you might know something about crossing points, and<br />
how to use them. To be exact, I wondered if you knew <strong>of</strong> any<br />
way to cross back to the planet where your father was from.’<br />
“<strong>The</strong> pitcher dropped from his hands, crashing to the floor<br />
and spilling out its horrible contents with the strange brownish<br />
lumps.<br />
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“ ‘Get out <strong>of</strong> my house, now!’<br />
“ ‘My friend did not mean to <strong>of</strong>fend you, Sir, I mean<br />
Engineer Patrick, Sir; he’s just very direct.’<br />
“ ‘I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to upset you,’ I added in turn.<br />
“ ‘How do you know about this?’ he demanded.<br />
“ ‘I made the same crossover, and in my journey I met one <strong>of</strong><br />
your father’s granddaughters—your niece, <strong>of</strong> course. I learned<br />
about him from his wife, Simone, who he finally married after<br />
Coralina never returned, for whatever reason—I imagine it was<br />
because she was pregnant with you. I know that your father was<br />
named Patrick, like you. Your mother named you for him, for<br />
the man she met and learned to love, after using an uncharted<br />
crossing point which is underwater near my home atoll.<br />
“ ‘And what the devil do I have to do with all <strong>of</strong> that?’<br />
“ ‘I found that same crossing point, but now it’s blocked, and I<br />
can’t get back that way. I searched for a long time before I<br />
found you. If you know <strong>of</strong> some other way to return to that<br />
world, it’s the only—and very remote—possibility that I have to<br />
get back to the woman I love.’<br />
“ ‘<strong>The</strong> Universe seems to enjoy repeating certain tragedies. I<br />
don’t know your name, fish-man.’<br />
“ ‘Sharduk, but on that other planet your niece called me<br />
Man Kenguele. Why do you call me fish-man, if you yourself<br />
are half Shepherd <strong>of</strong> the <strong>Sea</strong>?’<br />
“ ‘<strong>Eyes</strong> <strong>of</strong> the <strong>Sea</strong>, well, she gave you a beautiful name. My<br />
mother taught me many words in my father’s language. As to<br />
the nickname, which seems to bother you, it turns out that my<br />
sea-half wasn’t as strong as my land-half. It’s been years since I<br />
was able to breathe water, and the truth is that it’s been a source<br />
<strong>of</strong> a lot <strong>of</strong> frustration for me; I miss it a great deal. That’s why<br />
I was ribbing you a bit about it.’<br />
“ ‘So,’ Lucas put in, ‘do you have any idea <strong>of</strong> how to help<br />
my friend get back to his girl?’<br />
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“ ‘As a matter <strong>of</strong> fact there is a way. Someone was here<br />
years ago, and he taught me many interesting things; let me tell<br />
you about it while you have another cup <strong>of</strong> tea.’<br />
6<br />
“Patrick told us how one night, many years before, an old<br />
man had knocked at his door saying that he had gotten there by<br />
way <strong>of</strong> an unknown crossing point in a cave in the forests <strong>of</strong><br />
Rayna. <strong>The</strong> old man, who spoke the same language as Patrick’s<br />
father, was none other than Bilal the Elder, who—after falling<br />
into disgrace due to the scheming <strong>of</strong> his son to take his place<br />
before time—had shut himself up in his hut, which is near<br />
yours, to use all <strong>of</strong> his skills and knowledge to escape from a<br />
world which only <strong>of</strong>fered him pain and shame.<br />
“He was sorry his son had turned into such a despicable<br />
being, having even poisoned Simone, the healer, his friend<br />
Patrick’s widow—the same Patrick who was our host’s father—<br />
all to impress the Witchdoctors’ Council, who viewed healers as<br />
dangerous competition. Even if he himself was too old to take<br />
on the task <strong>of</strong> vengeance, he hoped that at some point the<br />
spirits would find a way to punish both his son and the<br />
witchdoctors <strong>of</strong> the Council.<br />
“It seems that when he arrived on my planet, he felt<br />
disoriented for some time. <strong>The</strong> energies were not the same as<br />
on yours, his magic almost wouldn’t work for him, and he wasn’t<br />
familiar with most <strong>of</strong> the plants. But he had a strong sense <strong>of</strong><br />
the presence <strong>of</strong> someone whose energy was familiar to him, an<br />
energy that reminded him <strong>of</strong> his old friend Patrick, now<br />
deceased, and guided by some sort <strong>of</strong> internal compass, he<br />
crossed the forest for weeks until he came to the Red Fjord.<br />
“Bilal lived with Patrick for several years, and in<br />
appreciation to Patrick’s father for having told him that he had<br />
known someone from another world, he took the younger man<br />
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on as a disciple, teaching him his magic arts, even though<br />
Patrick was a bit too old to be initiated and would never fully<br />
master all <strong>of</strong> them. Patrick’s logical mind resisted at first, but<br />
after all, the Mechanists had been combining their technology<br />
with the magic <strong>of</strong> the Sons <strong>of</strong> the Roots for a long time.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y spent most <strong>of</strong> their spare time telling each other<br />
about their respective worlds, and especially playing a wonderful<br />
game, awale, the rules for which Bilal had taught Patrick, who<br />
was immediately captivated by it. It was an awale game board<br />
that presided over the home <strong>of</strong> the engineer-magician.<br />
“ ‘<strong>The</strong>n, my friend Sharduk, one night he simply<br />
disappeared, leaving only this behind. He left without any<br />
warning, just as he came. I haven’t had anyone to play with<br />
since; he left the game halfway through, and there it’s been<br />
sitting ever since.’<br />
“Patrick stood and walked over to the wall to our left.<br />
“ ‘Give me a hand, young fellow,’ he said to Lucas, ‘you’re<br />
taller than I am; take down that tapestry.’<br />
“We both got up, and I stood behind Lucas as reached up<br />
to take down the rod that held the hanging tapestry on the wall.<br />
A perfect circle, with strange, rust-colored symbols appeared on<br />
the rough wall.<br />
“ ‘This, this my friends, is a blood door. This is the way the<br />
first Sons <strong>of</strong> the Roots who dared to attempt it opened the<br />
doors, raised the curtains that separate different worlds.’<br />
“ ‘By the Twins! This technique predates the Wars,’ my<br />
friend said in an awe-filled whisper.<br />
“ ‘I’ll help you, Man Kenguele; after all, we are family, <strong>of</strong><br />
sorts. This is how Bilal told me that he got here. After many<br />
failed attempts, he opened a blood door in one <strong>of</strong> the walls <strong>of</strong> his<br />
hut, like this one he made later in my house. Because <strong>of</strong> the<br />
type <strong>of</strong> symbols he used in both <strong>of</strong> them, they are one-way<br />
doors, opening up passing points, leading to a different universe.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y both must be unstable, very unstable, but I don’t have any<br />
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way to stabilize them. That’s why I’ve never dared to use this<br />
one myself—and besides, I like living here, and I don’t believe in<br />
running unnecessary risks.’<br />
“ ‘But it could work, right?’<br />
“ ‘It’s very dangerous, Sharduk,’ objected Lucas. ‘Engineer<br />
Patrick isn’t giving you any guarantee that it will work.’<br />
“ ‘No, I’m not. You could turn up a thousand meters in the<br />
air, or two meters underground, either <strong>of</strong> which would<br />
obviously be fatal. <strong>The</strong>re are a lot <strong>of</strong> variables that we have no<br />
control over.’<br />
“ ‘Not even the points in the cities are totally safe from<br />
errors. Remember the Kodiak incident,’ I reminded them.<br />
“ ‘I know—three shipping transports with passengers on<br />
their way to a colony, and they never arrived,’ agreed Lucas<br />
reluctantly. ‘We all studied about it in class. We use the crossing<br />
points, but we don’t really understand completely how they work.<br />
We don’t know how they came into being, and we don’t even<br />
know if they have some other function.’ He eyed the blood door<br />
with distrust.<br />
“Patrick looked at us thoughtfully. ‘Let me see, I’ll try to<br />
explain it in a way you can understand. ‘Everything that exists—<br />
each <strong>of</strong> the particles that make up everything—has certain<br />
values or characteristics, however you want to call them. <strong>The</strong>se<br />
values determine what things are, what they are like, and how<br />
they relate to the rest <strong>of</strong> all existing matter. A simple example:<br />
this token on the awale board has a determined mass and a<br />
certain hardness; it reflects or absorbs radiations such as light,<br />
and it’s in a specific place. Do you follow me?’<br />
“ ‘Yes, Engineer, Sir, we studied about that when we were<br />
little, too,’ said Lucas a little sarcastically.<br />
“ ‘All right, genius. <strong>The</strong>se characteristics are the ones we<br />
see, but there are many more that we can’t even understand,’<br />
continued Patrick, replacing the awale token in one <strong>of</strong> the<br />
hollows on the board. ‘Just imagine that there were a way to<br />
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change those characteristics; for example, the one that defines<br />
where the ball that I just placed on the board is. Imagine that we<br />
could simply make it so that in all the particles that make it up,<br />
the characteristic that defines that it is in this hollow on the<br />
awale board, would suddenly change value, and that the new<br />
value defined that all the particles in the token are in hollow<br />
number three instead <strong>of</strong> in hollow number two, or that they are<br />
completely <strong>of</strong>f <strong>of</strong> the board.’<br />
“ ‘<strong>The</strong>n, the crossing points wouldn’t actually be carrying us<br />
from one place to another.’<br />
“ ‘That’s exactly right, Sharduk. <strong>The</strong>y just change the values<br />
that define where our molecules are, and therefore, logically,<br />
where we are. <strong>The</strong>y just change the data, and we immediately<br />
cease to exist in one place, and commence to exist in another.<br />
To anyone observing us, it would look like we had disappeared.’<br />
“ ‘<strong>The</strong> crossing points usually allow us to see what’s on the<br />
other side, Engineer; but this blood door is like jumping <strong>of</strong>f a<br />
precipice with your eyes blindfolded.’<br />
Patrick’s eyes narrowed until they were nothing but fine,<br />
sea-green slits, as he stood at his tallest to face Lucas.<br />
“ ‘Perhaps it is, but I think your traveling companion has<br />
made up his mind, and you should respect it, big guy.’<br />
“ ‘I know; it’s just that I’m worried about what might<br />
happen to my friend.’<br />
“ ‘If it’s the will <strong>of</strong> the Twins, I’ll reach my destination. If<br />
not, so shall it be; but I would be surprised that so much effort<br />
would go unrewarded.’<br />
“ ‘You have more faith than I do, friend Sharduk,’ replied<br />
Lucas, shaking his head.<br />
“ ‘And how will the door know where to take me? Maybe it<br />
will take me to wherever Bilal is now.’<br />
“ ‘Your blood knows; blood always knows where it has<br />
been and how to get back there. You should appear in the same<br />
place as you did when you crossed over the last time. As I said,<br />
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the magicians <strong>of</strong> Rayna used their own blood at the beginning<br />
to open the crossing points they dis<strong>cover</strong>ed, or to force the<br />
formation <strong>of</strong> other new ones, and they added strange formulas<br />
to their blood so it would change and open doors to new<br />
destinations. <strong>The</strong>y used the doors intuitively long before<br />
scientists had any inkling <strong>of</strong> their existence.’<br />
“ ‘Isn’t there some way to make it a little safer for Sharduk?’<br />
“ ‘If we were in a city and we had the right scanners, I<br />
would study the marks <strong>of</strong> his previous crossovers on his cerebral<br />
cortex, and then I would enter that data into one <strong>of</strong> the<br />
stabilizers that the Mechanists built, but we have what we have.’<br />
“ ‘Let’s do it, right now.’<br />
“ ‘Well, you are in a very big hurry to get back to my niece.’<br />
“ ‘I’ve already been gone too long.’<br />
“ ‘All right, then. I’ll need some <strong>of</strong> your blood.’<br />
“ ‘Lucas, I want you to have my combat suit; I won’t need it<br />
where I’m going.’<br />
“ ‘No way, Sharduk; I won’t accept it. Besides, they only<br />
work for Shepherds <strong>of</strong> the <strong>Sea</strong>.’<br />
“ ‘I’m sure Patrick can make it work for you.’<br />
“ ‘Make what work for you?’ asked the engineer, who was<br />
just coming back with what looked like an enormous syringe.<br />
“ ‘I don’t know if this will turn out the way it is supposed<br />
to, and if I don’t make it back…’<br />
“ ‘…don’t say that, Sharduk.’<br />
“ ‘…if I don’t make it back, I want Lucas to have my<br />
combat suit, now that he has decided to help Turj in his fight<br />
against the Indistinguishables, and I’d like for you to try to adapt<br />
it so it will work for him and will protect him.’<br />
“ ‘That shouldn’t be too hard; I’m pretty familiar with them.<br />
I think that if I take some samples <strong>of</strong> his cells and I configure it<br />
so…’<br />
“ ‘I just need to know if that is something you can do.’<br />
“ ‘Yes, yes, I can. No problem. I’m sure I can.’<br />
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“ ‘I’m not going to accept it,’ protested Lucas.<br />
“ ‘Well, it’s staying here. If you don’t want it, Patrick can<br />
keep it.’<br />
“Lucas walked away muttering to himself as he <strong>of</strong>ten did<br />
when he felt frustrated.<br />
“ ‘How do I get back?’ I asked.<br />
“ ‘You’ll use the blood door in Bilal’s hut, but to make the<br />
same journey he did, you’ll need the right blood. It can’t be his<br />
because we don’t know where he is; you’ll have to use some<br />
from a close relative <strong>of</strong> the one who drew it, tracing over the<br />
circle with that closely-related blood.’<br />
“ ‘Okay, I know where I can get some.’<br />
“Patrick extracted some blood from my arm, and sprinkled<br />
it on the wall, which absorbed every trace <strong>of</strong> it. <strong>The</strong> rustcolored<br />
design on the wall became a glowing, pulsating mirror<br />
<strong>of</strong> blue blood. I said my good-byes, closed my eyes, and crossed<br />
the trembling membrane head first.<br />
“I knew I was in the right place even before I opened my<br />
eyes. I was in the sea, and I could taste the metallic water that<br />
surrounded the submarine at the crossing point I had used before.<br />
I was home. It took me a while to find your sister, and when I<br />
first saw her, I thought she was your mother.”<br />
7<br />
By the time Sharduk finished telling his story to his son,<br />
twilight was falling.<br />
“That cursed Bilal the Great! I knew he had a grudge<br />
against us, but not that he had caused my great-grandmother’s<br />
death.’<br />
“I’m sorry, Etienne; I want you to know that he’s going to<br />
pay very dearly for it, and very soon.<br />
“Don’t tell anyone else about this for now.”<br />
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“I’ll only tell Malaam. He needs to know, so that he can<br />
carry out a task he has to perform.”<br />
“Well, do as you think best, then, but if possible, don’t tell<br />
Mother or Ciel. I don’t want them to suffer more than<br />
necessary.”<br />
“I’ll respect that. Now I am here, and between all <strong>of</strong> us, we<br />
will do justice for our family.”<br />
“It’s too bad you didn’t come sooner, Sharduk.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong> good thing, Etienne, is that I showed up in the right<br />
place; the bad thing is that since the crossing point was very<br />
unstable, it’s seventeen years late.”<br />
“I guess it could have been worse; you could have appeared<br />
in the ground, like Patrick said.”<br />
“It is a meager consolation, but thank you, Son, if you will<br />
allow me to call you that now. Apparently the crossing points can<br />
make changes in time, as well as in space.”<br />
“If you went through all those difficulties in order to return<br />
to my mother, you deserve to call me whatever you like. By the<br />
spirits, this is like in the comic books: time travelers, strange<br />
creatures. . .”<br />
“Well, I’m glad that those comics opened your mind to<br />
these possibilities. It’s even strange for me, believe me. And<br />
thank you for allowing me to call you ‘son.’ I still think it’s<br />
amazing to have two children that are almost my same age. I<br />
told Lucas to wait for me in the cave where Bilal appeared,<br />
which is where the blood door in the old witchdoctor’s cabin<br />
should take me, along with whoever is coming with me.”<br />
“I’ll go with you, Father, as long as my mother decides to<br />
come with us. I want to know more about the strange world<br />
that you come from.”<br />
“So do I, Father.” It was Ciel, who had returned from her<br />
errand and had just grabbed onto the side <strong>of</strong> the boat.<br />
“You’re going to scare us to death, Little Sister! Come on,<br />
get in!”<br />
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“So, let’s see if I’ve got this straight—you’re going to try to<br />
open one <strong>of</strong> those doors, or whatever you call them, in old Bilal’s<br />
hut, so that we can go with you?”<br />
“Yes, that’s the plan.”<br />
“I’m glad you are going to come, Brother.”<br />
“I said I would as long as Mother comes.”<br />
“And what if the door doesn’t open? Or what if it sends us<br />
to Hell, literally?”<br />
“It shouldn’t—the one in Patrick’s house worked all right<br />
for me.”<br />
“Except for the difference in years.”<br />
“I’ve been thinking about that ever since I got here. Bilal<br />
didn’t have that problem; I think it may have happened to me<br />
because I used the blood door to reach a place it wasn’t designed<br />
for. Or because my blood is different from that <strong>of</strong> land<br />
dwellers.<br />
“Now we will be traveling through the same door that Bilal<br />
used to come to my world. I counted up, and according to when<br />
your mother told me he had disappeared and when Patrick told<br />
me he had arrived, Bilal didn’t have problems with time like I<br />
did.”<br />
“Did you get a chance to talk to Malaam?’ asked Etienne.<br />
Ciel looked away, suddenly interested in the boards at the<br />
bottom <strong>of</strong> the boat.<br />
“Yes, and actually, I spoke to Mother also. She’ll be coming<br />
down to meet you, Father.”<br />
“Couldn’t you do what I ask you to for once in your life,<br />
Sister?”<br />
“I’m sorry, Etienne—the news was burning in my mouth,<br />
and I had to tell her. Malaam will help us any way he can, but<br />
Mother has me a little worried.”<br />
“Worried why, Daughter?”<br />
“I don’t know how to explain exactly how she has taken the<br />
news <strong>of</strong> your return. I thought she would be overjoyed when I<br />
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talked to her and told her that you were here, but she seemed<br />
distant, somehow. She’s never been too expressive, but even so,<br />
I don’t know what she’s going to do. Maybe she doesn’t even<br />
know for sure herself. <strong>The</strong>y’re both going to meet us. Malaam is<br />
probably already at the waterfall, and she’ll be at the mangrove<br />
swamp later.”<br />
“We should get going, then.”<br />
“What about you, Brother? Are you coming with us, or are<br />
you going to wait here?”<br />
“I’ll wait here if you don’t need me. I have a meeting set up<br />
with a barracuda, and I wouldn’t want all the trouble I went to<br />
for the bait to be for nothing.”<br />
“You are the stubbornest person I know.”<br />
“Stubborn, yes, but not more than you, Sister.”<br />
“You two can argue about that another day. Ciel, let’s go see<br />
Malaam to ask him to help us, and then we’ll see your mother.<br />
By the Twins, I’ve missed her so much! I want to see her as<br />
soon as possible, but what you’re saying has left me a bit<br />
uneasy.”<br />
Father and daughter dove into the sea, leaving Etienne<br />
alone with his thoughts.<br />
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Chapter 14<br />
<strong>The</strong> Barracuda King<br />
1<br />
<strong>The</strong> young fisherman sat watching the wake that his father<br />
and sister left behind as they headed away from him and the<br />
Grand Titanic at an amazing speed. <strong>The</strong> last things that Sharduk<br />
had told him were still spinning through his head. Now he<br />
understood why his sister had been so fascinated by their father.<br />
He was the very personification <strong>of</strong> the kind <strong>of</strong> hero that he had<br />
read about in the few torn comic books that had fallen into his<br />
work-hardened hands. Reading them had been the only luxury<br />
he had occasionally enjoyed in his childhood and youth.<br />
<strong>The</strong> day had spent itself while Sharduk told him his story;<br />
the last embers <strong>of</strong> the sun bathed the horizon with their reddish<br />
hues, while a flock <strong>of</strong> seagulls used the last rays <strong>of</strong> sunlight to<br />
return to their nests on land.<br />
From the bottom <strong>of</strong> his boat, the eyes <strong>of</strong> the hog he had<br />
killed the night before to use as bait to catch a barracuda king<br />
stared at him with apparent reproach.<br />
“Don’t look at me like that; it’s for a good cause. No matter<br />
what happens, whoever decides to stay here will have enough<br />
money to leave this place if you and I manage to catch a goodsized<br />
beast and sell it in the marketplace tomorrow.”<br />
Etienne lit the oil lamp at the bow and made his way to the<br />
back <strong>of</strong> the boat to light the other. He checked his longest line,<br />
looking for any knots to be undone. He would use this line with<br />
his large, three-pointed fishhook, each branch as thick as a<br />
man’s finger.<br />
He tied one end <strong>of</strong> the rope at the stern, and at about a<br />
meter from the other end, he tied an empty jug to act as a float.<br />
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He lashed the fishhook tightly to the end <strong>of</strong> the rope and<br />
pierced the remaining piece <strong>of</strong> the hog’s neck with it.<br />
Once that was accomplished, he hauled up the anchorstone,<br />
which seemed unusually light to him, and started rowing<br />
out to sea. He kept the Southern Cross to his left, until he lost<br />
sight <strong>of</strong> the coast, while a flock <strong>of</strong> gulls returning to their nests<br />
flew over him in the opposite direction. When the gulls were<br />
out <strong>of</strong> sight and he could no longer hear their shrill calls, the<br />
only sound was the gentle murmur <strong>of</strong> the waves, and the steady<br />
sound <strong>of</strong> his oars leaving and entering the water.<br />
<strong>The</strong> continental shelf was narrow along this stretch <strong>of</strong> the<br />
coastline; he stopped rowing at less than a mile from where the<br />
ocean floor dropped abruptly to impenetrable depths. It was the<br />
ideal spot to catch one <strong>of</strong> the big ones. Merely being out there<br />
alone in the middle <strong>of</strong> the night was a temerity in itself.<br />
<strong>The</strong> monster he wanted to catch was too powerful for him<br />
to use a single anchor, so he threw out the somewhat smaller<br />
bow anchor as well. Unfortunately, the rope on this second<br />
anchor was also shorter than the one for the stern anchor, and<br />
didn’t reach the sea floor.<br />
“Dammit,” he muttered through clenched teeth. “I’ll have<br />
to make do with a single anchor point.” <strong>The</strong> darkness was<br />
absolute, and a fine mist <strong>cover</strong>ed the surface <strong>of</strong> the water.<br />
“Your turn, my friend,” he said, picking up the hog’s head in<br />
both hands.<br />
<strong>With</strong> the rope perfectly coiled in a flat roll at the bottom <strong>of</strong><br />
the boat, he began to swing the bait with its empty-jug float in a<br />
circle above his head, faster and faster until finally releasing it.<br />
<strong>The</strong> bait and its jug flew like stones thrown from a sling towards<br />
the abyss, and the rope whistled through the air as the coil<br />
diminished.<br />
He had never thrown such a heavy piece so far; when the<br />
rope reached its end, it tensed violently, and a loud crunching<br />
sound came from the plank where it was attached to the stern.<br />
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<strong>The</strong> gods had never done much for him, but Etienne prayed to<br />
all <strong>of</strong> them to help him just this once, so he could catch a great<br />
fish.<br />
He was hungry; he hadn’t eaten anything since before he<br />
raided the pig farm, and now he remembered that he had a bit<br />
<strong>of</strong> yucca bread with palm oil in the chest with his equipment.<br />
Now it was a matter <strong>of</strong> waiting. He finished <strong>of</strong>f the piece<br />
<strong>of</strong> stale bread and was overcome by sleep. He had been awake<br />
for a day and a half. To the southwest some clouds began to<br />
shoot bolts <strong>of</strong> lightning towards the sea. <strong>The</strong> flashes <strong>of</strong> light<br />
woke him from his drowsiness before the sound <strong>of</strong> thunder<br />
reached his ears.<br />
“Just what I needed,” he said, even before he opened his<br />
eyes. A flash <strong>of</strong> lightning etched itself on his retinas with his<br />
eyes half opened. He slowly began to count, to see whether the<br />
storm was moving his way or not.<br />
“One mamiwata, two mamiwata, three mamiwata, four<br />
mami. . .” <strong>The</strong> sound <strong>of</strong> thunder reached him, too soon for his<br />
liking. “One mamiwata, two mamiwata, three mamiwata, four<br />
mamiwata, five mamiwata. . . ”<br />
It seemed that the storm was moving away from him, but it<br />
was still very close. If the wind changed it could be on top <strong>of</strong><br />
him in short order. It wouldn’t be his first storm at sea; the first<br />
time he was just eleven years old, and although he lost one <strong>of</strong><br />
his oars and took almost a whole day to make it back to shore,<br />
he had managed. That was who he was; he did what needed to<br />
be done, no matter how hard it was.<br />
At least the sky above him was still clear, and the crescent<br />
moon had decided to come out from its hiding place, reflecting<br />
eerily on the mist that <strong>cover</strong>ed the sea with a layer so thick it<br />
came to the edge <strong>of</strong> his wooden boat.<br />
At least I can see a little better now, he thought, as he turned up<br />
the wick <strong>of</strong> his oil lamp. He must have slept for several hours—<br />
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the wick had burned almost out. He took a couple <strong>of</strong> steps to<br />
the stern and dipped his hands into the mist to tug on the rope.<br />
2<br />
Nothing.<br />
He decided to keep giving little tugs on the line, so that the<br />
hog’s head would bob beneath the mist and the waves. He felt a<br />
slight jerk that barely tensed the rope.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was always the risk that some smaller fish would<br />
nibble at the bait. He only had the one piece, and he wouldn’t<br />
dare go after another. He had been lucky enough to get away<br />
with the one he had.<br />
As happens with all great fishermen and hunters, patience<br />
was one <strong>of</strong> his virtues, and after tugging on the rope a few more<br />
times, he decided to go back and sit for a while longer. Just as<br />
he turned, a sharp jerk threw him to the floor <strong>of</strong> the boat; he<br />
fell full-length, with the wind knocked out <strong>of</strong> him. Jumping up,<br />
he headed back to his rope; the second jerk caught him on<br />
guard, and he grabbed onto the top plank across the stern to<br />
keep his balance.<br />
<strong>The</strong> bow raised up from the water, and he almost went<br />
overboard. It must be an enormous fish to raise the boat like<br />
that. He would have to tire it out before he would be able to<br />
haul it in, and the battle hadn’t had a good beginning.<br />
He sat on the floor <strong>of</strong> the boat and braced his feet against<br />
the stern, hanging on with both hands for dear life. He could<br />
feel the pressure on the planks, and thought they might break<br />
away. <strong>The</strong> dozens <strong>of</strong> layers <strong>of</strong> paint that <strong>cover</strong>ed the boat were<br />
cracking, and he heard a loud snap. At first he thought he might<br />
have lost the rope with the hook and bait, but then he realized it<br />
was the anchor rope that had broken away. <strong>The</strong> bow slapped the<br />
water violently; the tension on the rope and hook slacked as<br />
suddenly as it had appeared.<br />
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Perhaps the gods had decided to grant him his wish, but in<br />
excess, just for a chance to laugh at him once more.<br />
“One mamiwata, two mamiwata, three mamiwa… Drat it, it’s<br />
getting closer, and fast.”<br />
Another jerk, even more violent than before, yanked out<br />
the board that Etienne was holding onto, causing him to fly<br />
several meters over the water before landing, bouncing again<br />
and again <strong>of</strong>f the surface with his chest, abdomen, and legs. He<br />
finally came to a stop, still holding the board in his hands.<br />
<strong>The</strong> rope lay limp in the water now, sinking downward a<br />
couple <strong>of</strong> meters. Etienne filled his lungs with water and<br />
grabbed his cleaning knife from his waistband. This time it<br />
seemed almost natural to be breathing underwater, and he<br />
assumed a vertical position as he searched for a glimpse <strong>of</strong> the<br />
beast that had pulled him out <strong>of</strong> his boat so easily.<br />
Two life-and-death situations underwater in only two days;<br />
this was getting to be a very, very bad habit. But instead <strong>of</strong><br />
feeling fearful, he felt strangely courageous in the face <strong>of</strong> the<br />
struggle he knew was about to ensue. He knew he could not<br />
drown, and he was stronger now than before—he knew it, he<br />
could feel it.<br />
Something else surprised him when he looked down at the<br />
hand that held his knife. His hand was glowing! Either the<br />
impact with the water or his excitement had activated the latent<br />
photophores in his skin, and as he began to search the dark<br />
water that surrounded him, his whole body began to emit a<br />
powerful blue light.<br />
I know you can see me now. Come and get me. . . One mamiwata,<br />
two mami. . . This time he heard the thunder from underwater; it<br />
sounded even lower-pitched than at the surface. <strong>The</strong> storm was<br />
almost on him.<br />
He sensed something behind him and spun around quickly.<br />
<strong>The</strong> hog’s head, or what was left <strong>of</strong> it, was looking at him with<br />
just one eye.<br />
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Good for you, hog; you’ve brought him to us. One mamiwa. . . This<br />
time the flash <strong>of</strong> lightning lit up the water. It felt as though he<br />
were floating in dense, greenish-colored honey, where<br />
everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. It worried<br />
him that a bolt <strong>of</strong> lightning might fall right on him at that<br />
depth, so he went down another ten fathoms.<br />
It felt to him like every second that he was underwater he<br />
became stronger and stronger. He felt invincible for the first<br />
time in his life; it was as if he were one <strong>of</strong> the heroes in his<br />
beloved comic books. His sister hadn’t told him about giving<br />
<strong>of</strong>f light; maybe she couldn’t, or didn’t know how to.<br />
<strong>The</strong> bolts <strong>of</strong> lightning continued to hammer the surface<br />
with a cadence that grew louder and louder. He was at the very<br />
edge <strong>of</strong> the continental shelf now, and the darkness that<br />
extended below him looked unfathomable, but only for a<br />
second.<br />
He felt a change <strong>of</strong> pressure on the hairs at the nape <strong>of</strong> his<br />
neck. Something was coming towards him, something very large<br />
and very fast. He turned just in time to see a bolt <strong>of</strong> lightning<br />
fall behind the creature, outlining its terrifying pr<strong>of</strong>ile. It wasn’t<br />
just a barracuda; it was the king <strong>of</strong> all barracuda.<br />
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<strong>The</strong> great beast <strong>of</strong> the sea was three times his own length;<br />
its jaws could easily crush a man’s thigh, and it was speeding<br />
straight toward him, with its body undulating like a millennial<br />
serpent. From the depth <strong>of</strong> its eyes peered out an ancient and<br />
dark soul; they seemed to be searching him for any sign <strong>of</strong> fear<br />
or weakness. Both he and the creature were at once prey and<br />
hunter, victim and executioner.<br />
Another bolt <strong>of</strong> lightning crashed down, this time behind<br />
Etienne, and he could see the open jaws rapidly approaching.<br />
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He felt at peace; he could not help but smile as he turned and<br />
dove downward just as the beast reached him.<br />
He felt the mass <strong>of</strong> the water the creature displaced, and<br />
sensed how it tried to turn to follow him. But at that speed it<br />
was incapable <strong>of</strong> any tight maneuvers, and it travelled many<br />
meters before it could change direction. He wondered to<br />
himself how old the enormous underwater hunter might be.<br />
Etienne changed direction again, this time heading towards<br />
the surface; the barracuda followed him on his dizzying vertical<br />
path. He picked up as much speed as he could, trying to imitate<br />
what he had seen his sister do.<br />
As he burst through the ocean surface into the atmosphere,<br />
his speed was so great that when the resistance that his body<br />
met in the water abruptly ceased, he shot up over a dozen<br />
meters into the air with the barracuda right behind him like a<br />
flying dragon, shaking its huge tail in an attempt to reach as<br />
high as possible and catch its elusive prey between its long,<br />
dagger-like teeth.<br />
<strong>The</strong> lightning kept falling on the rolling sea, causing<br />
explosions <strong>of</strong> bubbles under the surface, as the hunters went<br />
up, up, up, followed by wisps <strong>of</strong> mist that they drug with them.<br />
<strong>The</strong> barracuda king lost its inertia first, before the young<br />
fisherman lost his own; its enormous weight pulled it inevitably<br />
back toward the sea. It fell on one side, causing a gigantic<br />
eruption <strong>of</strong> water into the air.<br />
When Etienne felt himself losing upward inertia, he turned<br />
to dive head-first back into the water. His re-entry would have<br />
won him a standing ovation from a panel <strong>of</strong> Olympic judges.<br />
He fell directly onto the great fish, hitting it hard on its<br />
upward side at a shallow depth, leaving his knife deep inside it<br />
just behind the right gill. <strong>The</strong> impact thrust Etienne upward<br />
again, and for a moment he was a tangle <strong>of</strong> arms and legs. By<br />
the time he sorted himself out a few seconds later, the<br />
barracuda was on him, and he didn’t have time to get<br />
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completely out <strong>of</strong> its way. Its snout hit him the stomach, and<br />
one <strong>of</strong> its long teeth cut a neat slice several centimeters long on<br />
his right hip, ripping through his short trousers. Just a little bit<br />
higher and his guts would have been floating around him. <strong>The</strong><br />
light he was emitting turned violet through the blood that<br />
flowed.<br />
<strong>With</strong>out his knife, there was only one possibility open to<br />
him. His instincts, asleep until now but etched in fire into every<br />
cell <strong>of</strong> his body, had fully awakened. He knew exactly what he<br />
needed to do and how to do it. He swam downward, and the<br />
great fish rushed after him in a craze, following the trail <strong>of</strong> his<br />
blood. He let it gain on him, then accelerated and brusquely<br />
dodged to the left, then to the right, then left, then right, in a<br />
racing zigzag.<br />
<strong>The</strong> barracuda, confused, slowed for a moment, and<br />
Etienne charged into it, then swam just under it and then above,<br />
settling astride it like a giant steed. He grabbed the handle <strong>of</strong> his<br />
knife with one hand and the inside edge <strong>of</strong> the left gill with the<br />
other.<br />
Shaking itself from side to side with fury, the barracuda<br />
tried to unseat its rider, but its efforts only succeeded in making<br />
the knife wound wider. It dove downward, leaving behind its<br />
own trail <strong>of</strong> dark red blood, almost invisible to the human eye<br />
because <strong>of</strong> the lack <strong>of</strong> light, but certainly able to attract<br />
unwanted company.<br />
As they descended, Etienne pulled out his knife and<br />
plunged it in again, over and over, in spite <strong>of</strong> the difficulty <strong>of</strong><br />
the resistance <strong>of</strong> the water at that speed. <strong>The</strong> huge animal<br />
slowed its descent and after a few last convulsions, stopped<br />
moving. Its white belly gradually turned upward as it floated<br />
towards the surface, pulled inexorably along by the air in its<br />
swimming bladder.<br />
Contradictory sentiments welled up within the fisherman’s<br />
heart as they neared the surface; he felt an explosion <strong>of</strong><br />
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exultation for the triumph he had achieved, and yet at the same<br />
time, a strange sorrow that he had never felt before for any <strong>of</strong><br />
his prey. For the first time it had been a battle between equals,<br />
and that magnificent beast would never again be feared nor<br />
respected.<br />
He pulled out his knife and followed his prey on its slow<br />
ascent, keeping an eye out for anything else that might want to<br />
join in on the hunt. Dead now and floating listlessly, it looked<br />
smaller, like everything that dies. Death always diminishes any<br />
creature.<br />
In the distance, several hundred meters away, he could see<br />
the oil lamp on his broken boat, which at one point had been<br />
close to sinking. He grabbed his dead barracuda king by one if<br />
its gills again and towed it without much difficulty towards the<br />
Grand Titanic.<br />
<strong>The</strong> great fish probably weighed about two hundred kilos,<br />
and the edge <strong>of</strong> the stern, which had lost the top board at the<br />
beginning <strong>of</strong> his battle, was only a couple <strong>of</strong> finger-widths from<br />
the water once he hauled the monster on board.<br />
Etienne curled the creature up in the bow and looked<br />
carefully at the rows <strong>of</strong> sharp, curved teeth, designed to never<br />
let go <strong>of</strong> whatever they clamped onto. He set the head in such a<br />
way that it jutted out from the prow like the figurehead <strong>of</strong> a<br />
viking ship. Sitting down at last, Etienne realized his skin was no<br />
longer giving <strong>of</strong>f that glow that he had seen on his father’s skin,<br />
and although he tried to regain it, he couldn’t figure out how to<br />
do so.<br />
His father—it surprised him how comfortable it felt now to<br />
think <strong>of</strong> Sharduk in that way, even though he had just met him,<br />
and even though he wasn’t much older than himself.<br />
“One mamiwata, two…two Man Kenguele, three Man<br />
Kenguele, four Man Kenguele, five…” He couldn't help but<br />
smile at his own joke. <strong>The</strong> storm was moving away without<br />
releasing a single drop <strong>of</strong> sweet water over the salty surface <strong>of</strong><br />
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the sea. <strong>The</strong> mist that had <strong>cover</strong>ed the surface earlier had<br />
dissipated.<br />
As he bandaged his wound, he thought that perhaps the<br />
gods, or the spirits, had not wanted to mock him after all, for<br />
once in his life. He began to row towards the coast, still<br />
shrouded in the darkness <strong>of</strong> the night. He would reach the<br />
beach before sunrise, and there he would unload his huge fish<br />
onto the wheelbarrow he had hidden in the brush. He felt<br />
strong enough to carry it on his back, but such an exhibition <strong>of</strong><br />
strength could raise suspicions that he needed less than ever<br />
now.<br />
When he got home, his mother would probably already be<br />
on her way to the marketplace. No one had ever caught such a<br />
large fish, much less one man by himself. He was sure that there<br />
would be a stir.<br />
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Chapter 15<br />
Sharduk and Fanya<br />
1<br />
“I didn’t think I would ever see you again, my friend.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> only light in the cave behind the great waterfall <strong>of</strong> the<br />
Benoué River where it fed into the sea came from a small fire<br />
that Malaam had lit to keep himself warm by and to drive away<br />
the dampness <strong>of</strong> the air. <strong>The</strong> damp walls reflected the orange<br />
and yellow light <strong>of</strong> the fire, giving the cavern the look <strong>of</strong> the<br />
entrance to Hades and producing an eerie effect on the water<br />
falling over the mouth <strong>of</strong> the cave, from the outside looking in.<br />
Sharduk emitted a very s<strong>of</strong>t glow.<br />
“I thought Ciel would come with you.” Sharduk glanced<br />
around the cave.<br />
“I sent her back to N’long so no one would wonder why<br />
her house is empty,” explained Malaam. “You look different—I<br />
know not as much time has passed for you as it has for us, but<br />
your face is harder, somehow. You’ve toughened up.”<br />
“While I was away I had to overcome many difficulties and<br />
deal with many unscrupulous men.”<br />
“I’m sorry for the hard time you must have had. You know<br />
that I care about you, Man Kenguele.”<br />
“I’m afraid that I must further abuse <strong>of</strong> your friendship,<br />
asking you to carry out a task that I cannot perform myself, as it<br />
would mean too much time out <strong>of</strong> the water. Besides, I do not<br />
think I could get close enough to the people that I need to in<br />
order to take care <strong>of</strong> it.”<br />
“You only have to ask, Sharduk.”<br />
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2<br />
Visibly shaken and filled with rage because <strong>of</strong> what he had<br />
just learned from his friend, Malaam swore to Sharduk that he<br />
would do what he had asked <strong>of</strong> him, assuring him that in spite<br />
<strong>of</strong> his missing limbs he had the means to carry out the mission.<br />
<strong>The</strong> determination in the voice <strong>of</strong> the maimed giant was such<br />
that Sharduk had no doubt that he would succeed or leave what<br />
was left <strong>of</strong> his skin on the table trying. He was the bravest<br />
person that Sharduk had ever met; if misfortune and illness had<br />
not taken their toll on him, he would have been great among<br />
men.<br />
A few minutes later Sharduk reached the mangrove swamp,<br />
too late or too soon, he didn’t know which, because he didn’t<br />
know how to start the conversation that he had already had so<br />
many times in his head with his first and only love, his dear<br />
Fanya. <strong>The</strong> present circumstances were so different from what<br />
he had hoped for.<br />
He swam in among the mangrove roots to emerge from the<br />
water by the now scarce remains <strong>of</strong> the sunken boat where just<br />
a few months before, or a whole lifetime before, Fanya had<br />
worked so hard to save his life.<br />
He stood up slowly, gently emptying his lungs <strong>of</strong> water and<br />
keeping his skin-glow very s<strong>of</strong>t. Fanya was sitting a few meters<br />
from the water’s edge, wrapped in a turquoise-blue cloth by a<br />
little fire that burned there, where they had spent so many hours<br />
together. He waded towards the shore, his knees trembling so<br />
violently that he thought he would fall to the ground any<br />
minute.<br />
His heart was racing and there was a strange metallic taste<br />
in his mouth. Fear, excitement, extreme joy, pr<strong>of</strong>ound sadness, a<br />
yearning to embrace, to touch and be touched, a desire to flee, a<br />
desire to run to her, to his beloved—it all boiled within him<br />
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with such intensity that he felt that his emotions had taken over<br />
his entire being.<br />
<strong>With</strong>out knowing exactly how he got there, he found<br />
himself on the shore with Fanya in his arms; he was glowing so<br />
brightly with happiness that it was hard to tell where one body<br />
began and the other ended. <strong>The</strong> universe stopped spinning, and<br />
time was suspended. Neither <strong>of</strong> them could ever tell how long<br />
they embraced and kissed one another.<br />
At last Fanya slowly separated herself from him. Sharduk<br />
muted his glow and looked at her intently. He could see the<br />
passing <strong>of</strong> the years on her face, which was even more beautiful<br />
than he had remembered, but which also bore the marks <strong>of</strong><br />
pain and <strong>of</strong> age.<br />
“Our daughter has told me a bit about what happened to<br />
you, Man Kenguele. She said that for you only a few months<br />
have passed. You are the same as I remember you; I, on the<br />
other hand, am an old woman.”<br />
“You are beautiful, Fanya. My heart has been with you<br />
every moment; I would have crossed the universe a thousand<br />
times for you.”<br />
She took his face in both hands and immersed herself in his<br />
sea-green eyes.<br />
“Our children have your eyes, and although they have never<br />
told me, I’ve always known they were more like you than like<br />
me.” Sadness filled her own mahogany-colored eyes and spilled<br />
over into her voice. “I loved you so much, Sharduk! What is left<br />
<strong>of</strong> the girl that you loved is still in love with your memory; I<br />
couldn’t help but throw myself into your arms.”<br />
An enormous knot suddenly formed in Sharduk’s throat,<br />
choking his words; they came out as a thin wisp.<br />
“But I did everything I could to return; I never dreamed<br />
that something like this could happen. For me, no time at all has<br />
passed. My heart feels the same as it did the day I had to leave.<br />
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I’ve come back for you; I can take you away from N’long now,<br />
you and whoever you want to take with us…I…”<br />
“It’s not your fault. I missed you so much, I loved you so<br />
much, that your memory burned my soul; it broke me inside. I<br />
used to come here every day in the hope that you would return.<br />
‘Today,’ I would tell myself, ‘It will be today,’ again, and again,<br />
and again. It got to the point that when I thought <strong>of</strong> you it felt<br />
like I would die, and while our children grew within me, at the<br />
same time my will to survive your absence became weaker and<br />
weaker. I had to let go <strong>of</strong> our love so that the weight <strong>of</strong> the<br />
unbearable pain that came with your memory would not carry<br />
me away.”<br />
“I am sorry, I am so very sorry. Your grandmother was<br />
right; I have only brought you pain. I should never have stayed;<br />
I should have left as soon as I was well.”<br />
“Don’t ever regret anything, Sharduk. It’s a lesson I’ve had<br />
time to learn. And much less, never regret having been loved, or<br />
having loved. Would you rather regret not staying, not knowing<br />
what there might have been between us? Would you rather that<br />
these two wonderful young people who are our children had<br />
never been born? Would you really rather have had it that way?”<br />
Sharkduk, defeated, feeling himself dying within, fell to his<br />
knees on the sand; Fanya fell beside him, and the two <strong>of</strong> them<br />
knelt there, as though they were praying to the very gods that<br />
had played such a cruel trick on them, allowing them to love<br />
each other, only to tear them away from one another afterward.<br />
He realized that although the two them were finally<br />
together physically, Fanya’s heart was as distant from his as the<br />
universe was wide, and that there was no crossing point, no door,<br />
that could bring them together now. He was only an old, bittersweet<br />
memory in Fanya’s heart; nothing could change that.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y held each other and he wept bitterly while she<br />
comforted him with a strangely maternal love. It took him<br />
several minutes to get ahold <strong>of</strong> himself, and when he did, his<br />
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composure was only superficial. He knew they would never be<br />
together again, but at times it is hard to make the heart<br />
understand what the head knows.<br />
“I can’t go with you; I have people who depend on me here.<br />
Ciel has asked me for my blessing for her to go with you. I want<br />
Etienne to go, too.”<br />
“I can’t leave and take your children from you, Fanya. I<br />
could not be so cruel.”<br />
“It isn’t cruel. <strong>The</strong>re is no future for them here. We are<br />
pariahs; we are hardly allowed in the marketplace to sell our<br />
products. Ciel, in the best <strong>of</strong> cases, will end up married to some<br />
idiot, and I doubt that Etienne, with the tendency he has to get<br />
into trouble, will ever reach old age if he stays here.”<br />
“But you would be all alone, Fanya.”<br />
“I know how to take care <strong>of</strong> myself.”<br />
“I have no doubt <strong>of</strong> that. But you could come with us,<br />
too.”<br />
“Please don’t insist. For the love that we once had, say no<br />
more. I want you to take our children away from here. Besides, I<br />
have Malaam and his wife, Alice. I won’t be alone.”<br />
“Etienne said he would give me his decision tomorrow.”<br />
“Ciel told me that you sent Malaam on an errand.”<br />
“Yes, I asked him to bring me something that I need in<br />
order to open a door in the hut <strong>of</strong> Bilal the Elder, a door that will<br />
allow us to return to my world. At the same time, he will make<br />
life a little safer for those who decide to stay here.”<br />
“He has more resources than it seems; he will do whatever<br />
you asked. When will you leave?”<br />
“Tomorrow night, if all goes well. I’ll need Ciel to meet me<br />
here after sunset. Have her bring some cloths that I can soak in<br />
water and <strong>cover</strong> myself with for the walk to N’Long. You and<br />
Etienne can wait for me at Bilal’s hut. Malaam, too. Etienne will<br />
need to figure out a way for us to get inside.”<br />
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“All right, I’ll have her bring the cloths. I have to go now,”<br />
she said, as she stood. “Tomorrow is market day, and if<br />
tomorrow night you plan to do whatever it is that you need to<br />
do to open that door, everything should seem perfectly normal,<br />
so I need to be at my stand in the marketplace.”<br />
Sharduk stood also and took several steps back, submerging<br />
himself in the tepid waters <strong>of</strong> the swamp as slowly as he had<br />
emerged.<br />
“And have no doubt, Man Kenguele—I am very happy to<br />
have been able to see you again.”<br />
“I’ll see you tomorrow evening.”<br />
“Until tomorrow, then.” Turning, she headed home through<br />
the jungle, carrying a torch in her hand.<br />
Sharduk, knee-deep in the water now, watched her go,<br />
hoping she would turn to look at him, and that he might find<br />
some sort <strong>of</strong> consolation in her eyes. Hurting and frustrated, he<br />
finally dove violently into the water. Love, which until then had<br />
been a firm concept in his mind, eternal and immortal, had<br />
proven that it could cease to exist. It could actually disappear, be<br />
extinguished, or at least be transformed into something else that<br />
he couldn’t even describe.<br />
He couldn’t see Fanya’s face flood with tears as she walked<br />
away from him. He swam towards the ocean as fast as he could,<br />
speeding like a bullet, trying in vain to leave his pain behind<br />
him, but to no avail. It kept catching up with him with<br />
inexorable persistence.<br />
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Chapter 16<br />
Market Day<br />
1<br />
Fanya had only spoken a few words to Ciel since they got<br />
up. Her daughter had come into the hut quietly, and Fanya had<br />
preferred to pretend that she was asleep on her cot. She didn’t<br />
know what to say to Ciel. <strong>The</strong> pain and the joy <strong>of</strong> her meeting<br />
with her beloved <strong>of</strong> the sea-green eyes were still mixed in her<br />
heart, and she didn’t know yet which emotion would win out.<br />
Other thoughts also came to her insistently—the desire to<br />
give her children a better future than the one they presently had<br />
before them, and at the same time the bitter fear <strong>of</strong> losing<br />
them.<br />
She also felt a strange tinge <strong>of</strong> jealousy creeping in. She had<br />
dedicated her entire life to caring for Ciel and Etienne, and now<br />
all <strong>of</strong> a sudden their father appeared like a great hero who had<br />
come to resolve all their problems. She discarded that thought,<br />
knowing it was the fruit <strong>of</strong> her own selfishness, and that it<br />
would do no good to give it a place in her heart.<br />
Fortunately, Etienne had spent the night fishing, so she had<br />
one less person in the house with whom to avoid having the<br />
conversation for which she was still unprepared.<br />
Now with the help <strong>of</strong> Ciel, she was preparing the bundles<br />
that she would carry on her head to the edge <strong>of</strong> the<br />
marketplace, trying to make everything look normal, waiting to<br />
see what would happen tonight if Man Kenguele’s plans went<br />
forward. She was also worried not only about the task that had<br />
been given to Malaam, but also about what forces he might put<br />
into play in order to carry it out.<br />
“Give me another lump <strong>of</strong> porcupine fat, and with that I’ll<br />
have everything I need for today.”<br />
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“Here you are, Mother. You are very quiet today.”<br />
“I don’t have much to say, Ciel. Only that you should go<br />
with your father, and that troublemaker <strong>of</strong> your brother should<br />
go, too.”<br />
“You should come with us and Man Kenguele.”<br />
“Well, I see that you do have things to say, young lady. We’ll<br />
discuss this later. I just can’t right now.”<br />
“Do you want me to go with you?”<br />
“Not today. I need to think.” And with that, Fanya carried<br />
her bundle out the door, placed it on her head, and started<br />
walking towards the marketplace.<br />
2<br />
She crossed paths with many people who were coming and<br />
going to the marketplace carrying all sorts <strong>of</strong> goods. Some had<br />
wheelbarrows, others had baskets full <strong>of</strong> chickens or ducks, and<br />
others had cloth bags containing whatever they had bought or<br />
were bringing to sell.<br />
As she got closer, the voices <strong>of</strong> dozens <strong>of</strong> vendors and the<br />
various sounds <strong>of</strong> goats, pigs, and chickens mixed with the<br />
makossa music <strong>of</strong> Les Martiens. Distorted notes thundered from<br />
the loudspeakers that Monsieur Mabuka had hung at the<br />
entrance to his grocer’s shop, where the prices precluded all but<br />
the richest villagers.<br />
Since the area <strong>of</strong> the marketplace <strong>cover</strong>ed with metal<br />
ro<strong>of</strong>ing was reserved for the <strong>of</strong>ficial marketplace vendors, Fanya<br />
had to set up her stand under one <strong>of</strong> the flame trees that<br />
surrounded the crude building, which consisted <strong>of</strong> a roughlypoured<br />
cement slab, a few posts, and a ro<strong>of</strong> made up <strong>of</strong> odd<br />
pieces <strong>of</strong> aluminum. <strong>The</strong> ro<strong>of</strong> had so many leaks that it was<br />
nearly useless in rainy weather, but turned the building into an<br />
oven during the dry season.<br />
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<strong>The</strong> butchers, who sold meat from any kind <strong>of</strong> animal that<br />
could be caught, and the fishermen, who sold both fresh and<br />
dried fish, swatted at the clouds <strong>of</strong> flies buzzing around their<br />
produce with calm resignation. <strong>The</strong>re had always been a stand<br />
selling sohya—a type <strong>of</strong> spicy, roasted meat in long strips—next<br />
to each butcher, and one selling fish in a black sauce made <strong>of</strong><br />
toasted spices, served on banana leaves, next to each fisherman’s<br />
stand.<br />
Fanya’s stand, like the others around her, was quite simple.<br />
As usual she spread out the cloth that she had used to make her<br />
bundle on the ground. This time she had some pieces <strong>of</strong><br />
cardboard underneath it, and a stone on each corner to keep it<br />
from catching in the breeze.<br />
She carefully placed her merchandise on the cloth in groups<br />
—herbs for teas, brews to cure stomach worms, different<br />
ointments, including the gorgonia-based ointment to disinfect<br />
and heal wounds, walnut-sized chunks <strong>of</strong> kaolin clay, porcupine<br />
fat for blisters, black stones for snakebite, and all the rest <strong>of</strong> her<br />
abundant medicinal products.<br />
Those who sold fruit and vegetables set them out in tas,<br />
little piles with four pieces at the base and one piece on top.<br />
<strong>The</strong>se piles typically contained some pieces that were in better<br />
condition than others and were a curious example <strong>of</strong> bulk<br />
purchase, because they were sold as a group, and you had to<br />
take the poorer specimens along with the better-looking ones.<br />
Dozens <strong>of</strong> kinds <strong>of</strong> bananas, ngongons, blackfruit,<br />
yellowfruit, yams, mangos, redberries, snake-apples, corosoles,<br />
breadfruit, bitterprunes, and cassaba melons, many just<br />
harvested from the jungle or from family gardens, <strong>cover</strong>ed the<br />
colorful patchwork <strong>of</strong> cloths and mats spread out on the<br />
ground.<br />
Through the smell <strong>of</strong> fish entrails and overripe fruit wafted<br />
the aroma <strong>of</strong> boiling palm oil, as red as blood and reused a<br />
thousand times, in which the sweet fritters and doughy fried<br />
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bread in lumps the size <strong>of</strong> a man’s hand were prepared by their<br />
vendors. Next to them were spice vendors, with pile after pile<br />
<strong>of</strong> every kind <strong>of</strong> spice imaginable; some spices were burned to<br />
carbon to increase their potency. Other vendors sold chiles,<br />
some <strong>of</strong> the hottest ones in the world, in bunches as colorful as<br />
the head cloths <strong>of</strong> the women who filled the marketplace.<br />
It was interesting to see the daughters <strong>of</strong> many <strong>of</strong> the<br />
vendors setting up miniature versions <strong>of</strong> their mothers’ stands,<br />
where for a very reduced price they would sell products their<br />
parents did not think were presentable enough to sell<br />
themselves. Everywhere, everyone was chatting with their<br />
neighbors.<br />
Fanya greeted people she knew as they passed; soon a<br />
pregnant woman stopped to buy half a dozen kaolin lumps and<br />
began to nibble on one <strong>of</strong> them as soon as she had paid for<br />
them. Kaolin was an excellent source <strong>of</strong> extra calcium and other<br />
minerals useful in pregnancy.<br />
She could not stop thinking about Man Kenguele. Even<br />
though she tried to reawaken the feelings <strong>of</strong> passion she once<br />
felt toward him, they came only fleetingly—then all the<br />
suffering that she had gone through when she lost him would<br />
drown out the feeling, leaving her only the coarse taste <strong>of</strong><br />
extinguished love. She made her decision.<br />
3<br />
After a while Fanya saw Etienne arrive, pushing his poussepousse<br />
wheelbarrow. It was about a meter and a half long and a<br />
meter wide, with two wheels he had salvaged <strong>of</strong>f an old<br />
motorbike. In it he was carrying what looked to be something<br />
very large, <strong>cover</strong>ed with makabo leaves to keep the flies <strong>of</strong>f.<br />
Etienne nodded a greeting to his mother from the other<br />
side <strong>of</strong> the row <strong>of</strong> trees that surrounded the marketplace, and<br />
she nodded back. He was a big lad, and strong. Unfortunately,<br />
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trouble seemed to happen wherever he went, and he tended to<br />
resolve his problems with his fists. It wasn’t really his fault—he<br />
had had to grow up very quickly, too quickly.<br />
As soon as he began to un<strong>cover</strong> his fish, even before he<br />
could toss all the leaves to the ground to display his monstrous<br />
capture, Fanya could hear the exclamations <strong>of</strong> surprise and<br />
admiration. One child even began to cry in fright at the beast<br />
that her son had apparently taken from the sea.<br />
<strong>The</strong> fish vender left his huge hogfish to the care <strong>of</strong> the flies<br />
and ran to make room for himself in the circle <strong>of</strong> admirers that<br />
was forming around Etienne.<br />
“By all the spirits <strong>of</strong> my ancestors and <strong>of</strong> the mother who<br />
gave me life!” he exclaimed when he saw the gigantic barracuda<br />
looking up at him with its dead eyes. “What hell did you pull<br />
this beast out <strong>of</strong>?”<br />
<strong>The</strong> crowd’s exclamations <strong>of</strong> astonishment were increasing<br />
in volume. Fanya stood up and went over to where her son was,<br />
asking herself, “What has he done this time? she wondered What<br />
has that crazy son <strong>of</strong> mine brought in?”<br />
“Boy, sell me that monster,” said the fish vendor.<br />
“I don’t think so, Ahisi—I know you too well, and I know<br />
you won’t <strong>of</strong>fer me half <strong>of</strong> what it’s worth.”<br />
“You’ve got a lot <strong>of</strong> nerve! You shouldn’t even be allowed<br />
to sell here!” the fish vendor blurted, then turned around and<br />
went huffing back to his stand <strong>of</strong> river fish.<br />
“This is the street; I’m not in the marketplace!” Etienne<br />
defended himself.<br />
“I’ll buy it from you, young man.” <strong>The</strong> circle opened to let<br />
in a middle-aged man, dressed in a suit. Etienne didn’t know<br />
him, but he heard someone murmur that it was Monsieur Jacques<br />
Aboulantang, the owner <strong>of</strong> a hotel located on the beach<br />
on the far side <strong>of</strong> the mouth <strong>of</strong> the Benoué River.<br />
“How much do you think it weighs, boy?”<br />
“I think it’s over a hundred seventy kilos, Sir.”<br />
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“I think you’re right—it might even weigh more than that,<br />
and I’m not usually wrong. I’m not going to try to fool you; I’m<br />
sure you realize that this is a pretty special catch.”<br />
“I know, I know.”<br />
Some people lost interest and wandered away as Fanya<br />
came up to where her son was.<br />
“Ah, Zambe! Did you catch that all by yourself, Etienne?”<br />
“Yes, Mother, and it wasn’t easy.”<br />
Monsieur Aboulantang's face registered surprise.<br />
“You caught that by yourself?” he repeated.<br />
“I wouldn’t lie to my mother. Do you want it or not?”<br />
“Of course, the white tourists who come to my hotel will<br />
love it when I bring this fish in to cook up for them.”<br />
“Well, so what are you <strong>of</strong>fering my son for it?”<br />
“Let’s say it’s a hundred and eighty kilos; I’ll buy the whole<br />
thing, at fifteen hundred céfas a kilo.”<br />
“I can’t let you have it for that price; that’s what the fish<br />
vendor sells his hogfish for, and half <strong>of</strong> their weight is fly eggs.<br />
I’ll let you have it for two thousand céfas a kilo.”<br />
“How about seventeen hundred?”<br />
“Nineteen hundred, and it’s all yours.”<br />
“How about eighteen hundred? That makes a total <strong>of</strong> three<br />
hundred twelve thousand céfas. You could build yourself a house<br />
with that much, with electricity and everything.”<br />
“All right, it’s a deal; but it’s three hundred twenty-four<br />
thousand.”<br />
“Jesus, I have such a bad head for numbers,” replied<br />
Monsieur Aboulantang with a mischievous smile. He turned to<br />
his two employees who had been waiting behind him. “Boys,<br />
bring a pousse-pousse and load this thing into our van.”<br />
He began to count out banknotes into Etienne’s extended<br />
hand before they took away the enormous fish. He counted<br />
them out slowly, so that everyone could see the huge stack <strong>of</strong><br />
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bills he had pulled out <strong>of</strong> his wallet. It’s thickness didn’t seem to<br />
diminish after his payment to the young fisherman.<br />
Monsieur Aboulantang said good-bye and walked towards<br />
his vehicle, where his workers were trying to load the monster<br />
fish. From a distance, it looked like the barracuda was attacking<br />
them each time it slipped out <strong>of</strong> their hands, even though it was<br />
most certainly dead.<br />
“Son, you’ve got more than a year’s worth <strong>of</strong> wages there in<br />
your hand,” commented Fanya s<strong>of</strong>tly to Etienne.<br />
“I know, Mother. At last it looks like things are going to go<br />
better for us.”<br />
<strong>The</strong>y smiled into each other’s eyes, and Fanya hugged her<br />
son.<br />
4<br />
“Hey you, healer! Let go <strong>of</strong> that thief! He’s coming with<br />
us.”<br />
It was Mathieu, the eldest son <strong>of</strong> the pig farmer (at least in<br />
theory), duly flanked by three <strong>of</strong> his father’s stockiest workers.<br />
In his right hand he was carrying his favorite slaughtering<br />
hammer, the one he used to break the pigs’ necks, and the<br />
others were carrying machetes wrapped in pieces <strong>of</strong> cloth. <strong>The</strong><br />
mere act <strong>of</strong> raising a machete to threaten someone was a<br />
serious crime which could send you to prison for a long time, so<br />
they were prudently carrying their weapons wrapped in cloth<br />
and held down at their sides.<br />
“You, thief! My father wants to see you, now!”<br />
“Who are you to insult my son like that, pig farmer?”<br />
“You be quiet, woman! Bilal told us that whoever stole<br />
from us had done it in order to use the head <strong>of</strong> our hog to<br />
catch a great fish, using black magic—and you probably helped<br />
him, witch!”<br />
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Mathieu’s grudge against Fanya was well known by<br />
everyone; he had been out to get her ever since she had rejected<br />
his marriage proposal years before.<br />
“Did you just call my mother a witch, you swine?”<br />
“Etienne, son, is what he is saying true?” whispered Fanya<br />
in Etienne’s ear.<br />
“About the hog, yes, Mother; I’m sorry, but I had to do it.”<br />
“I knew that cursed Bilal’s name would come up in this. My<br />
son will not go with you,” Fanya said out loud, stepping<br />
between Mathieu and Etienne, who seemed to be about to jump<br />
at the neck <strong>of</strong> the chubby son <strong>of</strong> the pig farmer. “We’ll go to<br />
the chief’s house to ask him for justice.”<br />
“Out <strong>of</strong> my way!” shouted Mathieu, shoving Fanya hard<br />
and causing her to fall onto a nearby stand, then raising his hand<br />
to strike Etienne. Etienne ducked and hit Mathieu in the chest<br />
with the palms <strong>of</strong> both hands, so hard that Matheiu flew<br />
backward and hit one <strong>of</strong> his buddies in the mouth with his<br />
head. <strong>The</strong> fellow lost consciousness, as well as several <strong>of</strong> his<br />
teeth, some <strong>of</strong> which remained embedded in the back <strong>of</strong> the<br />
pig farmer’s head.<br />
“Are you all right, Mother?”<br />
<strong>The</strong> owner <strong>of</strong> the yucca stand that Fanya had fallen onto<br />
helped her up.<br />
“Yes, Etienne. Let’s go ask for the chief ’s protection before<br />
this gets worse.”<br />
Mathieu’s head was bleeding pr<strong>of</strong>usely. He got up with<br />
hatred flashing in his eyes—hatred for Fanya and hatred for her<br />
son, who had dared to push him and make him bleed.<br />
“Kill that son <strong>of</strong> a bitch!”<br />
<strong>The</strong> bystanders at the market crowded around once more,<br />
not wanting to miss out on a detail <strong>of</strong> the fight. <strong>The</strong>y stepped<br />
back, though, when the two husky workers who were still<br />
standing pulled out their machetes.<br />
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No one intervened in a fight where machetes were<br />
involved. <strong>The</strong> wounds they produced were terrible, especially if<br />
they were inflicted with the back side, which had a strong, sharp,<br />
pointed hook that was used to split coconuts wide open.<br />
Etienne jumped in front <strong>of</strong> his mother as the two machetes<br />
approached, flashing ominous reflections in the sunlight.<br />
Apparently Mathieu decided that it was wiser to keep<br />
behind his men and wait for the hardest part <strong>of</strong> the job to be<br />
finished; then perhaps he could get in the last hit, to stain his<br />
walking stick with the blood <strong>of</strong> that cursed son <strong>of</strong> the sea.<br />
Suddenly, without him being able to control it, Etienne’s<br />
skin began to glow with the same blue color that it had when he<br />
confronted the barracuda. Now the crowd gave several quick<br />
steps back, provoking shoving and multiple falls.<br />
Fear struck the faces <strong>of</strong> his three opponents, and he took<br />
advantage <strong>of</strong> the moment to grab his wheelbarrow by the<br />
handles and swing it like an enormous hammer, striking both<br />
machete bearers; they were badly hurt and fell into the no<br />
longer curious bystanders, who began to flee the scene in a<br />
panic, sure that they were witnessing a case <strong>of</strong> black magic.<br />
Chaos reigned.<br />
Mathieu’s trousers turned different colors in certain areas,<br />
while the furious Etienne strode towards him in a halo <strong>of</strong> light,<br />
raising the battered iron wheelbarrow above his head, ready to<br />
smash it down like someone pounding a stake into the ground.<br />
“Etienne, no!” <strong>The</strong> voice <strong>of</strong> his mother made him pause<br />
for a second. He lowered the pousse-pousse a bit—it was like it<br />
weighed nothing in his hands—and then he raised it again.<br />
“Don’t kill him! You are better than that!” Fanya stepped<br />
directly in front <strong>of</strong> him, trying to calm him down. “Put that<br />
down, please. Enough people have been hurt here today.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> marketplace was almost empty now. A few people were<br />
crouching down, peering out from the windows <strong>of</strong> the nearby<br />
houses. Etienne’s glow died down and he slowly lowered the<br />
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wheelbarrow, as Mathieu crawled away on his back, like a crab,<br />
with his eyes bugging out and leaving a trail <strong>of</strong> filth behind him.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y would have killed us both, Mother.”<br />
Just then another group <strong>of</strong> five armed men entered the<br />
plaza, led by the son <strong>of</strong> Chief Ngoma, who was carrying an<br />
ancient Chinese AK47 on his back.<br />
“What the devil happened here?”<br />
“This idiot and his friends attacked us,” said Etienne with a<br />
scowl.<br />
“Well, whatever. We have come looking for you, Fanya. My<br />
father needs your services urgently. I’m afraid he may be very ill,<br />
and I can’t find that cursed witchdoctor anywhere.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y attacked me and my helpers, Anton!” whimpered<br />
Mathieu. “He’s a thief—he stole that hog’s head from us. I was<br />
just trying to get back what was ours.”<br />
“I don’t have time for you today, pig farmer. Present a<br />
complaint to my father when he is better.”<br />
5<br />
Anton led the way, and people began to come out <strong>of</strong> their<br />
hiding places, still fearful <strong>of</strong> what they had witnessed. <strong>The</strong><br />
chief ’s guards walked behind Fanya and Etienne as they made<br />
their way to his house. Fanya paused at her stand to quickly<br />
gather up her things in a bundle to take with her, so that she<br />
would have what she needed to help the chief with whatever<br />
health problem he was experiencing.<br />
“Mother,” Etienne whispered to her as he helped her gather<br />
her things. “I could have handled them; they are like dogs to<br />
me.”<br />
“I forbid you. No one is a dog to anyone; that’s not how I<br />
have raised you. Keep quiet.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> chief ’s residence was in the center <strong>of</strong> the village, as it<br />
should be, surrounded by an adobe wall to give him privacy and<br />
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to protect him in the case <strong>of</strong> a possible revolt. Inside the wall,<br />
the chief ’s compound resembled a small village <strong>of</strong> its own.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was a well, a thatched ro<strong>of</strong> where meetings with the tribal<br />
elders were held, a grain storage building, a cooking hut,<br />
latrines, and a dozen small, round huts with traditional ro<strong>of</strong>s<br />
thatched with sorghum straw, where the chief’s wives and their<br />
children lived, all surrounding a larger hut, which was the home<br />
<strong>of</strong> Chief Ngoma.<br />
When they reached the chief ’s house, Anton ordered them<br />
to halt.<br />
“Wait here—I’ll see if he’s presentable for visitors.”<br />
“Mother, if you treat him and we are accused <strong>of</strong> anything,<br />
I’ll fight my way out and we will escape.”<br />
“Don’t you dare try anything. Let me talk—I’ll find a way to<br />
make them let you go.”<br />
“But I am powerful—the power <strong>of</strong> the sea doesn’t leave me<br />
when I come back on land, the way it does my sister. I could<br />
tear them apart with my bare hands, I can feel it.”<br />
“You’re not better than anyone else; no one is. We are only<br />
different because <strong>of</strong> the way we treat others. I can see that you<br />
possess the strength <strong>of</strong> your father, even when you are out <strong>of</strong><br />
the sea. Take care that the power doesn’t turn you into the<br />
opposite <strong>of</strong> what you should be, and I have to be ashamed to<br />
be your mother. You’re going to have to leave with your father<br />
—everyone will fear you if you stay here, and there will be<br />
bloodshed.”<br />
“You may come in, healer. <strong>The</strong> chief is waiting for you<br />
inside with my mother and another <strong>of</strong> his wives. Your son will<br />
wait outside.”<br />
“Mother…”<br />
“If you respect me, you will sit here while I do my work.<br />
And you will not do anything else.”<br />
Fanya entered the chief ’s hut.<br />
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6<br />
He looked pretty bad.<br />
<strong>The</strong> chief was trembling and pr<strong>of</strong>usely sweating a strange,<br />
viscous pinkish substance; he lay delirious on his cot. His first<br />
wife was trying in vain to lower his fever with wet cloths that<br />
were only a few degrees cooler than the room. Meanwhile<br />
another younger wife knelt by his side, praying.<br />
“Hello, Fanya. I’m so glad you came instead <strong>of</strong> that cursed<br />
Bilal. He’s killing him; it looks like he’s sweating blood mixed<br />
with milk,” moaned the elder wife.<br />
“Is he still taking Bilal’s pills so he will feel like a young man<br />
when he is with his wives?”<br />
A girl entered the room silently, handing a bucket <strong>of</strong> water<br />
fresh from the well to the chief ’s first wife and taking with her<br />
the bucket that she had been using.<br />
“He’s a fool—he thinks his heart can take anything. He was<br />
very happy with the last pills the witchdoctor gave him. He said<br />
they were very powerful.”<br />
“May I see them? I need to know what he has taken in<br />
order to try to counteract it.”<br />
“Amina, child, stop praying for a minute and go fetch the<br />
green pills. I know you know where he hides them.” She turned<br />
to Fanya. “He uses them more with his younger wives,” she<br />
explained.<br />
“I know,” said Fanya wryly. “Sometimes I think I’ve been<br />
better <strong>of</strong>f without a man in my life.”<br />
“You’re probably right, but please help him. He’s a cursed<br />
fool, but I love him very much after all these years.”<br />
“Here they are, these little green balls.” <strong>The</strong> younger wife<br />
returned to her prayers.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y smell just like his sweat and his breath, like scarlet<br />
dactilaria and other things that I’m not sure <strong>of</strong>,” murmured<br />
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Fanya. “Give them to me—I need to open one up, to see if I<br />
can tell what they contain.”<br />
“But, isn’t that the plant with the pink bell-shaped flowers?<br />
I was always told that it was poisonous.”<br />
“It’s all a question <strong>of</strong> quantity, my friend. Here, I have it.<br />
See how the inside is almost scarlet? It shouldn’t be that color,”<br />
she said before touching the open pill with the tip <strong>of</strong> her<br />
tongue. <strong>The</strong>re was a bitter, metallic taste. “That evil witch has<br />
mixed it with a concentrate <strong>of</strong> yucca skin and who knows what<br />
else. No wonder the chief is so sick. Bilal was trying to kill him,<br />
for sure.”<br />
“Oh, by the spirits! Tell me you can do something for him.”<br />
“I’ll do everything I can—then it will be up to the gods. I<br />
need to turn him face down; his body is trying to expel the<br />
poison—it’s not blood and milk that he’s sweating.”<br />
“I’ll call my son Anton to help us turn him.”<br />
Anton was visibly concerned, in spite <strong>of</strong> his desire to<br />
become the new chief. Seeing his father suffering so had really<br />
affected him.<br />
“Thank you, Anton; when you go out, do me a favor and<br />
please tell Etienne that I will be here at least another couple <strong>of</strong><br />
hours, and to stay where he is.”<br />
“Is what my mother says true? Bilal tried to kill him?” asked<br />
Anton.<br />
“Undoubtedly. He wrapped the pills with fiber from banana<br />
leaves to hide their taste and smell. Your father is very strong, or<br />
he would have already left us.”<br />
“Please help him, healer, I beg <strong>of</strong> you.”<br />
Anton exited the hut as his mother asked him to, leaving<br />
the three women there in charge <strong>of</strong> saving his father. He could<br />
do nothing to help for now, and that filled him with frustration.<br />
He would kill that witch with his own hands. He would slit his<br />
throat like a pig.<br />
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“Etienne, your mother says for you to wait here—she’ll be a<br />
while.”<br />
“How is the chief?”<br />
“He’s very ill; I don’t know if he’ll make it.”<br />
“I know our families have had their differences, but I hope<br />
he gets better.”<br />
“Thank you, Etienne. By the way, I’ve heard some strange<br />
things about your fight with the son <strong>of</strong> the pig farmer and his<br />
men.”<br />
7<br />
It was close to noon, and three hours had gone by since she<br />
had finished making a dozen small cuts along each <strong>of</strong> Ngoma’s<br />
arms and legs, and one over each <strong>of</strong> his vertebrae, then placing<br />
pieces <strong>of</strong> her black stones over each cut. To improve the<br />
absorption <strong>of</strong> the toxins, she applied a dab <strong>of</strong> porcupine fat to<br />
each piece <strong>of</strong> stone and set fire to it.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sight <strong>of</strong> the chief <strong>cover</strong>ed with little tongues <strong>of</strong><br />
yellowish flame was too much for the younger wife, who left the<br />
room in tears. <strong>The</strong> old man was no longer sweating. That could<br />
mean either that his body was giving up or that the stones were<br />
eliminating the yucca poison.<br />
Suddenly, the flames went out. <strong>The</strong> stones dropped from<br />
the unmoving body <strong>of</strong> the patient with s<strong>of</strong>t popping sounds,<br />
falling to his sides.<br />
“Pick them up and throw them into the fire, quickly! <strong>The</strong>n<br />
tell your son to come in—we need to turn him face up and<br />
make him swallow the bottlewood tea with sugar cane.”<br />
This time Anton brought Etienne in with him.<br />
“All right, let’s turn him over. <strong>The</strong>n I need you to hold him<br />
up in a sitting position.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> strong odor <strong>of</strong> the tea made the chief wrinkle his nose<br />
and grimace.<br />
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“It looks like he’s reacting. Drink, come on, drink.”<br />
Unwillingly at first, and then thirstily, the chief drank down<br />
the large bowl <strong>of</strong> tea, only to vomit it out all over the floor.<br />
“Damnation! I thought I had died!”<br />
“You are back, my husband! We almost lost you! Anton,<br />
hurry out and tell the others! <strong>The</strong> chief is well; he is as strong as<br />
ebony!”<br />
“But what the devil happened to me? I remember I was<br />
going to visit one <strong>of</strong> my wives—and suddenly I felt dizzy and<br />
had a pain in my stomach, like fire.”<br />
“You almost died. Throw those pills into the latrine,<br />
Ngoma. If you take a single one more, you will be a dead man.”<br />
“Did you save me, Fanya, after everything I’ve put you<br />
through? Where is Bilal?”<br />
“I only heal, Ngoma—the gods judge. And today they were<br />
merciful to you.”<br />
“Are you still asking for that cursed witchdoctor, husband?<br />
He tried to poison you with his pills!”<br />
“What did that fellow give me, Fanya?”<br />
“A good mixture for you to join the spirits <strong>of</strong> your<br />
forefathers. It’s almost a miracle that you’re alive.”<br />
“You have done the miracle; you’ve saved my husband, the<br />
chief <strong>of</strong> our tribe, and we owe you our gratitude. Tell her,<br />
Ngoma!”<br />
“Gods, woman, don’t give me orders. I’m very weak—I<br />
can’t even stand yet and you’re already shouting at me!”<br />
“What is it you must tell me, chief?’ asked Fanya.<br />
“Bilal, damn that son <strong>of</strong> a bitch, thinks that your son stole<br />
from the pig farmer. He planned to take him prisoner with the<br />
help <strong>of</strong> my guards this very morning.”<br />
“I’m afraid the accusation is true. <strong>The</strong> pig farmer’s son<br />
attacked us this morning. My son gave a beating to him and his<br />
men, and now they want vengeance. We will pay fair<br />
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compensation for my son’s foolishness, but I will not allow<br />
anyone to harm him.”<br />
“It’s more complicated than that.” <strong>The</strong> chief coughed<br />
violently. “Give me a rag to clean my mouth with, and some<br />
water, wife. <strong>The</strong> problem is that Madame Oyono has filled her<br />
husband’s head with the idea <strong>of</strong> teaching your son a lesson. I’m<br />
sorry, but Etienne must leave, for his own safety. He would not<br />
be the first person to end up in the pigs’ stomachs. I will be<br />
personally responsible for your safety and that <strong>of</strong> your<br />
daughter.”<br />
“Can’t you do anything for them, husband?”<br />
“Yes, I can calm people down and order that nothing be<br />
done until tomorrow, to give him time to flee. I cannot do more<br />
than that, especially in my condition. Take your son, Fanya. I’ll<br />
tell Anton to see to this matter.”<br />
“Thank you, chief. That is all I need.”<br />
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Chapter 17<br />
Malaam and Bilal<br />
1<br />
Disconnected thoughts crossed each other in the darkness<br />
<strong>of</strong> his mind. A high-pitched sound coming from his right ear<br />
extended throughout the interior <strong>of</strong> his skull and brought him<br />
halfway back to consciousness. <strong>The</strong>n he began to realize several<br />
things that were not good signs at all.<br />
Something viscous, probably blood, had left a taut, sticky<br />
film running from his temple, where he could feel a painful<br />
throbbing, down to his chest.<br />
He began to hear another sound that was making its way to<br />
his brain—this one seemed to be coming from outside <strong>of</strong> his<br />
head, a buzzing <strong>of</strong> some kind. Flies, a multitude <strong>of</strong> flies. He had<br />
hated them since he was a boy, always trying to get in his eyes,<br />
in his face. Thanks to the large pig farm next to the village, with<br />
all those enormous, flat-nosed, curly-tailed beasts, there were<br />
always flies, all year long. <strong>The</strong>y were mostly sitting on his head;<br />
they must be feeding on the jagged wound there, several<br />
centimeters long.<br />
He shook himself, more weakly than he expected, and only<br />
a few <strong>of</strong> his tormentors, fat and blue, lifted briefly from their<br />
banquet. When he moved, he realized he was standing and that<br />
his back was against something rough, perhaps a tree trunk. He<br />
tried to re<strong>cover</strong> full consciousness. As he breathed more deeply,<br />
he sensed that the pressure he had been feeling across his chest<br />
was caused by a tightly knotted rope.<br />
He mentally reviewed who—<strong>of</strong> all the people he had<br />
wronged throughout his life—would be capable <strong>of</strong> taking<br />
revenge. Perhaps the pig farmer had found out about his<br />
ongoing affair with his wife. He doubted that. Besides, Marcel<br />
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was a womanizer himself, and his wife didn’t matter enough to<br />
him to complicate his life by killing anyone because <strong>of</strong> her,<br />
much less the witchdoctor.<br />
It could be the chief, having tired <strong>of</strong> being blackmailed with<br />
the special pills, but he was a pathological coward, and the<br />
consequences <strong>of</strong> eliminating the marabout were not favorable to<br />
him. Who could it be? Bilal wondered. Who would dare to attack me?<br />
He had hurt many people—he had deceived and cheated so<br />
many! His position was perfect for that sort <strong>of</strong> thing. What had<br />
always surprised him most about human nature was that the<br />
great majority <strong>of</strong> people did not seek revenge—they just tried<br />
to forget about the harm done to them.<br />
That lack <strong>of</strong> a desire for vengeance seemed to him to be<br />
the greatest possible evidence <strong>of</strong> cowardliness. How could he<br />
have any respect at all for the husbands <strong>of</strong> the numerous<br />
women he had bedded with the excuse <strong>of</strong> curing some ailment<br />
or other <strong>of</strong> theirs? <strong>The</strong>y deserved everything that came to them.<br />
<strong>The</strong> same thing went for those who got in his way.<br />
He tried to remember what had happened before he was<br />
wounded and tied to a tree in the middle <strong>of</strong> the jungle.<br />
Yesterday he had spent most <strong>of</strong> the day thinking about how to<br />
take revenge on that despicable herb-gatherer, and he had gone<br />
to bed with the idea <strong>of</strong> going to the marketplace in the morning<br />
to see if anyone, probably the son <strong>of</strong> Fanya, had brought in an<br />
unusually large fish, which would give him an opportunity to<br />
accuse both <strong>of</strong> them. If the chief then allowed him to search<br />
the house <strong>of</strong> those curs for a harpoon that matched the broken<br />
tip he had found on the blood-soaked ground under the dead<br />
pig, he would have them at his mercy. He would have them<br />
exiled from the village, at a minimum.<br />
Early this morning, he remembered opening the door <strong>of</strong><br />
his house, and taking just one step outside; then he vaguely<br />
remembered hearing a noise, like an explosion, in his head. And<br />
then nothing.<br />
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Maybe it was the old chief taking revenge after all. He<br />
certainly had the money and the men to do it. Maybe he had<br />
lost this round.<br />
He managed to open his eyes and saw his arms crossed<br />
over his blood-smeared chest. He must have been in this<br />
position for a long time, because his neck hurt intensely when<br />
he raised his head.<br />
For the first time in many years, he felt afraid.<br />
2<br />
About four paces away, sitting on the ground on his legs, or<br />
what was left <strong>of</strong> them, in a posture that could have been<br />
appropriate for prayer, was Malaam, his hatchet lying on the<br />
ground at his right side. <strong>With</strong> nearly inhuman calm and coldness<br />
in his deep bass voice, Malaam spoke to him.<br />
“I need to talk with you, witch.”<br />
Bilal’s sphincters relaxed. “Malaam…” He couldn't get<br />
another word out.<br />
“As I was told once, a long time ago, when I still had all my<br />
body parts, I have some good news for you and some bad. <strong>The</strong><br />
good news is that there is a way for you to leave here alive today.<br />
<strong>The</strong> bad news is that in order to do so, you are going to have to<br />
tell me the truth about everything I ask you, and I don’t know if<br />
you are capable <strong>of</strong> that.”<br />
“How did I get here, northerner?<br />
“Even tied up and at the mercy <strong>of</strong> a man you know has<br />
plenty <strong>of</strong> reasons to do away with you, you can call me<br />
‘northerner’ and make it sound like an insult. I’m beginning to<br />
think that you don’t know how to communicate respectfully<br />
with others.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> idea <strong>of</strong> being able to get out <strong>of</strong> the situation alive<br />
made Bilal think <strong>of</strong> the possibility <strong>of</strong> trying to be a bit nicer to<br />
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his captor. If he managed to live, there would be plenty <strong>of</strong> time<br />
later for vengeance.<br />
“Forgive me, Malaam. I know that my manners can seem a<br />
bit rough sometimes. Would you please loosen up the rope a<br />
bit? It’s terribly hard for me to breathe.”<br />
“In response to your second question, no. In response to<br />
the first one, I hit you on the head there in front <strong>of</strong> your house<br />
a couple <strong>of</strong> hours ago and brought you here. You’ve only just<br />
now come to. By the way, we are quite a ways into the jungle, in<br />
case you’re thinking <strong>of</strong> shouting.”<br />
“How did you get me here?”<br />
“If I tell you, it will spoil the surprise I have for you,<br />
witch.”<br />
“What do you want from me?”<br />
“I already told you—I want you to tell me the truth about a<br />
couple <strong>of</strong> matters, and then we will see whether I let you go or<br />
not.”<br />
“So you are going to judge me and condemn me, all by<br />
yourself?”<br />
“Not at all—that would not be right. Your deeds are what<br />
will condemn you, and I have some friends who will help me<br />
judge you.”<br />
“I don’t see anyone else.”<br />
“Oh, they’re here, even if you don’t see them. It’s better<br />
that way for now. I’ve always known you were a thief and a<br />
great liar, and that it doesn’t matter to you what you have to do<br />
to get what you want. What I didn’t know for sure, although I<br />
suspected it, was that you were also a murderer. I need to know<br />
why, for what reason you have devoted such effort to hurt<br />
people like Fanya, and like her grandmother before her.”<br />
How did this half-man dare to judge him? <strong>The</strong> bitter taste<br />
<strong>of</strong> bile rose to Bilal’s mouth, giving flavor to the rage he felt, a<br />
rage so strong that it overpowered the fear that was running<br />
through his body. He didn’t have many options.<br />
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“I’ve never thought that women had the right to exercise<br />
the pr<strong>of</strong>ession <strong>of</strong> healers. That’s a job for marabouts; women<br />
could end up thinking that they can do whatever they want, and<br />
that would be chaos, against nature. <strong>The</strong>y are here to serve us<br />
and to bear our children. I told Simone several times to stop her<br />
business, but the old woman refused. <strong>The</strong>n Fanya insisted on<br />
following in her footsteps, even after we sent her to N’long.”<br />
“You mean when you and the chief exiled her and took<br />
away the house that her family had lived in for generations. You<br />
and your kind always get rid <strong>of</strong> the competition, just as I’ve<br />
been told, especially if it is women.”<br />
“Yes, and the old chief made a nice chunk <strong>of</strong> money from<br />
the sale <strong>of</strong> the house. By the way, maybe you want to tie him to<br />
a tree, too.”<br />
“That might be a good idea. Keep talking.”<br />
Bilal eyed the hatchet that lay within reach <strong>of</strong> Malaam’s<br />
maimed hand and saw that one side was stained with blood; that<br />
was probably what he had used to hit him on the head with.<br />
“True, true; we sent her out <strong>of</strong> the village. But even then<br />
she kept pestering my clients with her brews and her<br />
ointments.”<br />
“<strong>With</strong> which she saved more lives than you and your ilk will<br />
ever save.”<br />
“We do what we can—the spirits are very capricious. People<br />
don’t follow our instructions very well. What can I do about it?”<br />
“So, you connived to send Fanya to N’long because it<br />
bothered you to have a woman healer who was taking away your<br />
clients?”<br />
“That’s what I just said; yes, that was basically the reason.”<br />
A strange sound reached the ears <strong>of</strong> the wounded<br />
witchdoctor; it seemed to come from near the northerner.<br />
“You are telling the truth, at least in part. It’s a good start.”<br />
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“Of course I am; I’m being sincere with you. I swear to you<br />
that I will keep telling you the truth, but. . . how is it that you<br />
are so sure?”<br />
“I told you that I have some friends who will help me know<br />
the truth.”<br />
“Are they the ones who made that noise? How many are<br />
there?”<br />
“If you keep telling me the truth, you will never find out.<br />
Now the second matter. This one is interesting. <strong>The</strong> story about<br />
how you betrayed your father reached the ears <strong>of</strong> a friend <strong>of</strong><br />
mine.”<br />
“My father? Is he still wasting air every time he breathes?<br />
He disappeared years ago—it’s as though the earth swallowed<br />
him. He must be very, very old if he is still alive.”<br />
“He’s alive, yes, and enjoys good health. I think his hatred<br />
towards his traitor <strong>of</strong> a son is so powerful that it keeps death<br />
and disease far from his door. Do you admit that you plotted<br />
with the chief behind your father’s back to take his position<br />
from him?”<br />
“I won’t lie to you; I was young and ambitious. I wanted to<br />
rise from apprentice to master.”<br />
“Well, now you are no longer young, but you are still<br />
ambitious; you haven’t really changed that much. And your<br />
father ended up in N’long, disgraced in the eyes <strong>of</strong> the chief<br />
and in the eyes <strong>of</strong> the Witchdoctors’ Council, whose ears you<br />
poisoned against him.”<br />
“How would you know that?”<br />
“As I said, a friend <strong>of</strong> a friend <strong>of</strong> mine spent some time<br />
with your father. Is what I just said about your father true?”<br />
“Well, not exactly. It’s true that I should have waited to<br />
inherit the position <strong>of</strong> marabout, and that I did my best to<br />
disgrace him in the eyes <strong>of</strong> the chief, but he just wouldn’t die. I<br />
had no need to ‘poison the ears’ <strong>of</strong> the great Witchdoctors’<br />
Council, as you so vividly expressed it—they were already tired<br />
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<strong>of</strong> him. He refused to bow to their authority. <strong>The</strong>y themselves<br />
helped me undermine his reputation.”<br />
He heard the strange sound again. This time he knew it<br />
came from Malaam himself, and it sounded like a mixture <strong>of</strong><br />
the sound <strong>of</strong> shattering glass when the shards strike each other<br />
and a strange murmuring <strong>of</strong> many voices.<br />
“Very interesting, interesting indeed. Your father always<br />
thought the Witchdoctors’ Council had something to do with it,<br />
but what pained him most was that you would betray him.”<br />
“What are those sounds? I heard some very strange voices!”<br />
“Don’t worry about it, Bilal. It’s just my friends confirming<br />
that what you just told me is true. <strong>The</strong>y are very angry with you,<br />
you know. Sleazes like you killed three friends <strong>of</strong> theirs a few<br />
years back.”<br />
“Am I to be held responsible for the faults <strong>of</strong> the Council,<br />
too?”<br />
“I just have one more question to ask you about your past.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n I will ask you one about your future.”<br />
“How am I going to know anything about my future?”<br />
“Didn’t you say that one <strong>of</strong> a marabout’s powers is to know<br />
the future?”<br />
“It’s easy for you to mock a man who is tied to a tree.”<br />
“Don’t think that I am particularly proud <strong>of</strong> what I am<br />
doing—I’m just looking out for the safety <strong>of</strong> the people I love.”<br />
“So what is your question? You’re going to kill me with all<br />
this useless talk.” It was very hard for Bilal to keep the civil tone<br />
which he hoped might save his life. Where the devil was his<br />
father? If he was the one behind this kidnapping and this<br />
strange trial, his future would be very bleak, indeed.<br />
Malaam felt a knot tightening in his throat. <strong>The</strong> façade <strong>of</strong><br />
cool detachment and confidence that he had put up threatened<br />
to come down around him as he prepared to ask the next<br />
question. He had imagined this moment several times since<br />
Sharduk had told him the truth about the death <strong>of</strong> Simone and<br />
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had given him this difficult task. <strong>The</strong> thousand ways he had<br />
thought <strong>of</strong> posing the question fled from his mind; he could<br />
only utter it with a voice trembling with rage that was barely<br />
contained, and using the simplest <strong>of</strong> words.<br />
“Why did you kill Simone?”<br />
Bilal bowed his head. Whether or not he came out <strong>of</strong> this<br />
situation in one piece could depend on how he answered this<br />
question. He sensed the change in the tone <strong>of</strong> Malaam’s voice<br />
when he had asked. He kept silent, trying to buy himself some<br />
time.<br />
“Tell me, why?”<br />
“Because it had to be that way, Malaam.”<br />
“What kind <strong>of</strong> an answer is that?” Bilal could hear the<br />
tremble in Malaam’s voice.<br />
“She was old; I just helped her along a bit. I didn’t take<br />
many months from her—a year at the most.”<br />
“How did you do it?”<br />
“If I keep telling you the truth, will you let me go?”<br />
“I’m just asking you the questions, Bilal. I said that you will<br />
be the one who saves yourself or condemns yourself for your<br />
deeds. Did you poison her? What had she ever done to you?”<br />
“I just had to sprinkle a bit <strong>of</strong> purpleleaf on her firewood.<br />
It only affects people who have very weak lungs, and judging by<br />
how quickly she went, she must have been pretty bad <strong>of</strong>f<br />
already. I had asked her to help me to get my father out <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>of</strong>fice, and she refused. I got rid <strong>of</strong> her with the blessings <strong>of</strong> the<br />
Witchdoctors’ Council. Malaam, I will only answer one more<br />
question for you—then, kill me if you wish. Let’s just get to the<br />
end <strong>of</strong> this foolishness.”<br />
“You ended her life because she wouldn’t help you betray<br />
your own father, and to make your beloved Council happy. You<br />
are cursed <strong>of</strong> God, marabout.”<br />
“It was an <strong>of</strong>fense for her to refuse to help me, but I did it<br />
especially because they ordered me to. <strong>The</strong>y don’t like<br />
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competition, you know. <strong>The</strong>se women healers cause them to<br />
lose a great deal <strong>of</strong> income every year, and undermine their<br />
power over the people. If I hadn’t gotten rid <strong>of</strong> her they would<br />
have sent someone else to do it.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong> excuses <strong>of</strong> cowards! ‘I was following orders. Someone<br />
else would have done it, anyway. It was her or me.’ ”<br />
Malaam, who had remained in the same unmoving position<br />
since he began the interrogation, now stood. In fact before the<br />
astonished eyes <strong>of</strong> the witchdoctor he stood completely up, as<br />
though he had never lacked a limb in his life, and stepped<br />
toward his prisoner. He was so close now that their breath<br />
mixed.<br />
“How is it possible for you to walk on feet I know you<br />
don’t have?”<br />
“It’s magic, marabout, magic.”<br />
“Magic is just a collection <strong>of</strong> wives’ tales to keep people in<br />
a state <strong>of</strong> fright, the same as religions—just tricks to play on the<br />
poor <strong>of</strong> spirit!”<br />
“Are you an unbelieving witchdoctor, Bilal? Today you will<br />
begin to believe. It’s time for me to introduce you to my<br />
friends.” Malaam stuck his hand into the neck <strong>of</strong> his shirt and<br />
pulled out an object that gave <strong>of</strong>f a s<strong>of</strong>t reddish light. <strong>With</strong> a<br />
jerk he pulled it <strong>of</strong>f his neck and thrust it into Bilal’s face, so<br />
close that he could feel the heat it gave <strong>of</strong>f.<br />
“Where did you get that grigri?”<br />
“You don’t want to know, witch.”<br />
“Why is it giving <strong>of</strong>f that heat and light?”<br />
“So now you want us to go on with the questions? It’s a<br />
powerful magic amulet, one <strong>of</strong> the most powerful ones that<br />
exist, or at least that’s what your father told me when I showed<br />
it to him.”<br />
“What is that on your hands, gloves?”<br />
“Not exactly. It’s my new skin, my new flesh.”<br />
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He stuck the amulet back into his shirt, and its light<br />
dimmed. Bilal could see that a dark, shiny, pulsing, crystal-like<br />
material formed a sort <strong>of</strong> armor <strong>cover</strong>ing over all <strong>of</strong> Malaam’s<br />
body except his head. His hands were no longer missing most<br />
<strong>of</strong> their fingers, and his legs, apparently <strong>cover</strong>ed now by the<br />
strange suit <strong>of</strong> armor, had allowed him to re<strong>cover</strong> the great<br />
stature he had had before he lost them to leprosy. Bilal<br />
screamed in terror.<br />
“Get it over with!”<br />
“You have one more answer to give me. If we let you go,<br />
will you leave and never come back, never seek revenge?”<br />
“You damn cripple! Yes, I’ll leave! But I can’t promise you<br />
that the Witchdoctors’ Council won’t investigate and won’t<br />
come after the lot <strong>of</strong> you. What you have done to me here<br />
today will be nothing compared to what they will do to that<br />
herb-gatherer’s granddaughter and everyone who has anything<br />
to do with you.”<br />
This time Bilal could understand perfectly what the strange<br />
voices were saying. “He doesn’t tell the truth, Malaam.”<br />
Malaam took a couple steps back from the tree the<br />
witchdoctor was tied to. “It’s time for you to meet them.”<br />
In response to Malaam’s words, there was a strange,<br />
crystalline humming sound, and Bilal saw some <strong>of</strong> the splinters<br />
that <strong>cover</strong>ed the leper’s body fly <strong>of</strong>f his skin and form a cloud<br />
made up <strong>of</strong> thousands <strong>of</strong> tiny black splinters spinning around<br />
him.<br />
“Noooooooo! Spirits don’t exist!”<br />
<strong>The</strong> razor-sharp splinters, no larger than the shards <strong>of</strong> glass<br />
that form when a windshield is broken, flew in spirals towards<br />
him.<br />
“Magic is only an invention <strong>of</strong> magicians to dominate<br />
people through fear!”<br />
Bilal turned his eyes away, trying not to see what he thought<br />
could only exist in the nightmares <strong>of</strong> children. If spirits did<br />
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indeed exist, perhaps after all he would also be paying for his<br />
sins in the other world, which he had never believed in before,<br />
either.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sound <strong>of</strong> the splinters hitting against each other<br />
suddenly ceased. <strong>The</strong> jungle was in the most absolute silence;<br />
there was not even the sound <strong>of</strong> a cricket.<br />
“Open your eyes, witch.”<br />
He turned his head even farther to the side and kept his<br />
eyes obstinately shut. He sensed that whatever he saw when he<br />
opened them would be the last thing he would ever see. A hand<br />
that was as cold and hard as stone forced his head around<br />
forward.<br />
“Open your eyes, and believe.”<br />
Bilal drew in a deep breath, filling his lungs and trying to<br />
gather some courage for his spirit; then he opened his eyes.<br />
Malaam’s face was just centimeters from his own; they were<br />
both enveloped by a strange cloud.<br />
“This is…impossible…”<br />
“Do you know how many times I’ve been tempted to use<br />
this amulet? It allows all these creatures that you see <strong>cover</strong>ing<br />
me and flying around us access into our world. <strong>The</strong> bad thing<br />
for you, in this case, is that they are always hungry, hungry for<br />
evil.”<br />
“May we take him with us now? His leaders made our three<br />
friends die. <strong>The</strong>y used to feed us, and keep us warm.” <strong>The</strong> voice<br />
seemed to come from each and every one <strong>of</strong> the swirling<br />
splinters <strong>of</strong> glass.<br />
“You damn leper! We will destroy you! No one will ever<br />
even remember your name!” Furious, Bilal made a desperate<br />
lunge at Malaam to bite his face, but before his teeth could<br />
reach Malaam’s skin, the armor rose up to shield it, forming a<br />
kind <strong>of</strong> obsidian-like mask that looked like it had been created<br />
by some demented artist. <strong>The</strong> impact with the shards <strong>of</strong> glass<br />
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cut Bilal’s lips and gums. His captor’s voice sounded strange<br />
coming from inside the armor.<br />
“Take care <strong>of</strong> him.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> shards that were spinning so frenetically around them<br />
made a tight circle around the witchdoctor, making fine cuts in<br />
his wrists as they wore through the ropes that held him against<br />
the tree. For a moment, he thought they were freeing him.<br />
He felt the furious whirlwind lifting him upwards, to the<br />
treetops, tearing his clothing to shreds and scratching his skin.<br />
He tried to scream, but his vocal cords were frozen in terror.<br />
<strong>The</strong> glass shards, finished with their work, let the witch fall.<br />
Naked and <strong>cover</strong>ed in scratches, he landed heavily on his right<br />
side. <strong>The</strong> shards swirled down and took their places on<br />
Malaam’s armor.<br />
3<br />
His dark friends told Malaam in their ear-piercing, inhuman<br />
voice, “His evil is great. We would have enjoyed consuming it.<br />
We are still hungry. You promised that you would feed us, and<br />
that you would never send us back to the cold and the<br />
darkness.”<br />
“You know I need something from him first, and if you<br />
devour him there will be nothing left.”<br />
Malaam bent and picked up one <strong>of</strong> the bloodiest strips <strong>of</strong><br />
Bilal’s clothing; he picked a large leaf to wrap it in and stuffed it<br />
into his trousers pocket.<br />
“Soon you will have marabouts to feed on; for now I can<br />
only <strong>of</strong>fer you pigs to appease your hunger.”<br />
“What are ‘pigs’?”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y are animals that many people consider to be<br />
delicious—you will like them. <strong>The</strong>y are not evil <strong>of</strong> themselves,<br />
but here they have served to do much evil, and there are many<br />
<strong>of</strong> them. That will keep everyone entertained for a while.”<br />
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“Will you take us to them soon?”<br />
“I’ll take you right now—but remember, you have sworn to<br />
only devour whoever I tell you to.”<br />
“Those are the rules <strong>of</strong> balance. All <strong>of</strong> us have sworn to it,<br />
all <strong>of</strong> us who are here. As long as you keep feeding us we will<br />
help you. We will be your legs; we will be your hands.”<br />
“And you, Bilal the Foolish, know that you are paying for<br />
your crimes and for having betrayed your father. His vengeance<br />
has crossed the universe to fall on you. As soon as you are able<br />
to move, leave this place, and let your companions know that I<br />
will go after any <strong>of</strong> them who deserves to know me and my<br />
friends. If I ever see you again, I will tell my little friends to tear<br />
<strong>of</strong>f your skin in strips just as they did your precious bubú robe<br />
just now.”<br />
Bilal, sobbing and shaking, would no longer pose a risk for<br />
those that Malaam loved. <strong>The</strong> marabout had been reduced to a<br />
scratched, blubbering mass <strong>of</strong> flesh who would not be able to<br />
get up and run for hours, and who would not be able to say a<br />
single word for weeks.<br />
Allowing Bilal to live, even after learning from Sharduk that<br />
he had caused the death <strong>of</strong> Simone, had cost Malaam an<br />
enormous effort. He dis<strong>cover</strong>ed within himself more selfcontrol<br />
than he had thought possible. Recent events would<br />
carry a message that would mean a declaration <strong>of</strong> war against<br />
the Witchdoctors’ Council.<br />
I hope so, he thought. He would not rest until he destroyed<br />
them all, for having ordered Simone’s death.<br />
He had what he had come after now. Each detail <strong>of</strong> the<br />
mission that Sharduk had given him had been fulfilled. Now it<br />
was time to return to N’long to complete the strange task.<br />
Malaam, walking upright with his new legs, walked away<br />
from the clearing, taking great strides towards his home in<br />
N’long.<br />
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Chapter 18<br />
<strong>The</strong> Crossover<br />
1<br />
<strong>The</strong> night air was warm, as it <strong>of</strong>ten was just before a storm.<br />
Outside <strong>of</strong> the hotel, a hundred meters to the west and<br />
perfectly audible, the untiring waves sang their song,<br />
accompanied by the sparkling chorus <strong>of</strong> sea foam.<br />
On the outside, the apartment that the Lagarde family<br />
occupied looked like an adobe hut with its thatched ro<strong>of</strong>, but<br />
the interior was equipped with all the comforts that tourists<br />
required. In the main room, next to their parent’s bed, hotel<br />
staff had set up a bunkbed for the four children.<br />
<strong>The</strong> eldest took the top bunk, as he did whenever possible.<br />
He liked to be alone up there with his comic books. His sister<br />
and the twins shared the bottom bunk.<br />
Lying there, with their eyes and mouths tightly closed, Jean<br />
and Daniel tried to work out a plan to leave the room without<br />
being seen or heard by their parents. <strong>The</strong>y had no need to speak<br />
aloud to do so.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y’re going to catch us.”<br />
“We can’t reach to get the key—we’re not tall enough. We’re going<br />
to need help to get out.”<br />
“From Robert?”<br />
“No, he won’t listen to us, he wouldn’t understand. He’s forgotten;<br />
he’s too old now to understand. He would wake up Papa and Mama.”<br />
“You’re right. Let’s wake up Martine. She still understands.”<br />
“Okay. Besides, she’s having a nightmare. She’s dreaming about<br />
the blue eyes that you see in the darkness if you look way up with your eyes<br />
closed.”<br />
“Robbie should never have taught her to see them.”<br />
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“No, that was mean.”<br />
“Sometimes he’s that way.”<br />
“Do you think she can reach the keys?”<br />
“I’m sure she can.”<br />
“Martine,” they whispered together, “Marti-i-i-i-ine.”<br />
“What? What’s wrong, boys? Do you want another drink <strong>of</strong><br />
water?”<br />
“No, Sis, it’s something else this time.”<br />
“I’ve told you to talk to me one at a time.”<br />
<strong>The</strong>y both propped themselves up on their elbows.<br />
“We need you to…”<br />
“…get the key to the door…”<br />
“…that’s on the keychain fastened…”<br />
“…to Papa’s belt.”<br />
“Are you sneaking out? At night?”<br />
“We have to go…”<br />
“…somewhere important.”<br />
“Now? It’s very dangerous. Ask big brother Robbie to go<br />
with you, at least.”<br />
“He’ll tell,” they said in unison. Jean added, “Besides, now<br />
he is dreaming <strong>of</strong> the green-eyed girl. He’ll be mad if we wake<br />
him up.”<br />
“I know—he’s always getting mad. All right, I’ll get the key<br />
for you. But be careful, okay?”<br />
“Don’t worry, Sis. <strong>The</strong>y’ll take care <strong>of</strong> us.”<br />
2<br />
An intricate circular design drawn in the rusty color <strong>of</strong><br />
dried blood occupied the farthest wall <strong>of</strong> the rectangular hut<br />
that had belonged to the old witchdoctor, who had disappeared<br />
so long ago. Curves, intertwining spirals, and letters that<br />
resembled the ancient Bamileké alphabet, still in use in that part<br />
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<strong>of</strong> the country, crisscrossed each other in the blood door, making<br />
it hard to tell where one ended and the other began.<br />
Standing in silence in front <strong>of</strong> it were Fanya and her son,<br />
Etienne. His twin sister, Ciel, had left them alone there nearly an<br />
hour before to go bring their father from the foggy edge <strong>of</strong> the<br />
mangrove swamp. She had taken along some large cloths that<br />
she had dipped in water and wrung out, to protect his delicate<br />
skin from the dry air.<br />
Fanya and Etienne had brought both <strong>of</strong> their oil lamps with<br />
them from home to provide some light inside the abandoned<br />
hut, in order to locate the blood door. It hadn’t been hard to find<br />
—the lamplight revealed its reddish presence as soon as they<br />
were able to force the termite-eaten door <strong>of</strong> the witchdoctor’s<br />
hut open.<br />
Fanya thought she saw some <strong>of</strong> the signs waver, changing<br />
shape and place within the intricate circular design, but she<br />
preferred to think it was just a trick her eyes were playing on her<br />
in the low light and the many shadows that filled the room.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y both stood looking at the blood door for several minutes<br />
before they could say anything.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re it was, <strong>cover</strong>ing most <strong>of</strong> the wall. <strong>The</strong> door, the<br />
crossing point that Sharduk had said they would find. <strong>The</strong><br />
possibility <strong>of</strong> leaving the world that had treated them so poorly<br />
seemed more real than ever. It was Etienne who broke the<br />
almost reverent silence they were immersed in, to express his<br />
thoughts to Fanya.<br />
“I wish you would come with us, Mother.”<br />
“You know I must stay here. This is my place, and besides, I<br />
have a feeling that soon Malaam may need me more than ever<br />
—I fear what he may have awakened in order to help us.”<br />
“I hate the idea <strong>of</strong> leaving you here alone.”<br />
“You know I won’t be alone. Besides, if you stay, it will only<br />
be a matter <strong>of</strong> time until they kill you or you end up killing<br />
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someone trying to defend us. I know you well, my son, and you<br />
could not live with the weight <strong>of</strong> murder on your heart.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>n you will be safer without me.”<br />
“Unfortunately that’s the way it is, Son. Ngoma has<br />
managed to keep the calm among the pig farmer and his people,<br />
but it won’t last long. <strong>The</strong>y could show up here sooner than we<br />
think.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y’ve always hated us because we were different.”<br />
“No, Etienne. Deep inside they hate everyone that they<br />
perceive to be better than they are. It makes them feel small,<br />
and that’s the most dangerous feeling that a soul can harbor. It<br />
corrupts them—it unleashes their hatred and their desire to do<br />
evil.”<br />
3<br />
“Are you still all right, Father?”<br />
“Yes, my child. <strong>The</strong> wet cloths protect me quite well, at<br />
least for now.”<br />
“We’re almost there. Let me go ahead a little to be sure no<br />
one is going to see us.”<br />
Ciel left her father crouched for a minute by the side <strong>of</strong> the<br />
path and walked up to where it ended, just behind her house.<br />
Evening was falling when she had set out to bring her father,<br />
and so far everything had gone smoothly. She looked towards<br />
the road to see if anyone was coming.<br />
“It’s okay, you can come. I don’t see anyone. We’ll stay<br />
behind the houses. We only have to go past ours, Malaam's and<br />
Alice’s, and the ones where Marie and Malik live, to reach old<br />
Bilal’s house.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was a lot <strong>of</strong> thick vegetation growing behind the<br />
houses, and Sharduk’s cloths caught on the foul-smelling giant<br />
daisy plants several times.<br />
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“Wait for me here.” She moved ahead again and knocked.<br />
Etienne opened the door.<br />
“Come in, Ciel. Where’s Father?”<br />
“I came ahead to make sure the way was clear.”<br />
“Smart girl. I like the way you think, Sister.”<br />
“Isn’t Malaam back yet?”<br />
“Do you know where he went?” asked Fanya.<br />
“You’ll have to ask our father. You can come on over,<br />
Father!” Ciel said just loudly enough for Sharduk to hear her<br />
from around the hut.<br />
“Hello, Man Kenguele. Where did you send Malaam <strong>of</strong>f<br />
to?”<br />
“I needed for him to take care <strong>of</strong> some things for us,<br />
Fanya. He has to bring us some blood <strong>of</strong> a relative <strong>of</strong> the<br />
person who drew this door, in order to open it, since we don’t<br />
have old Bilal himself with us. If we use someone else’s blood<br />
the results are unpredictable, and could take us to a place or<br />
time that we don’t want, like what happened to me.”<br />
“By the gods!” exclaimed Fanya. “Man Kenguele, what have<br />
you done?”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re was no other way; I would have gone myself if I<br />
could have.”<br />
“You are so different, I hardly know you.”<br />
“We’ve both changed.”<br />
“Father, is Malaam going to kill Bilal?”<br />
“Not if he can avoid it.”<br />
“But why did you ask him to go, Father?”<br />
“He said he could do it for us, Ciel. He said he had the<br />
means to do it.”<br />
“That’s the problem, Sharduk,” said Fanya, avoiding the<br />
name she had given him. “He does have the means, but you<br />
have set into play something that is very dangerous and that you<br />
know nothing about.”<br />
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<strong>The</strong> icy tone she used as she spoke to him chilled him to<br />
the bone. She had been, and in his heart still was, the person he<br />
loved most in the entire universe.<br />
“What do you mean, Mother?”<br />
“Listen, Etienne. Malaam has had a very powerful amulet in<br />
his possession for many years. He has felt tempted to use it<br />
many times, but Alice and I have always helped him overcome<br />
that temptation.”<br />
“And you think he is using it this time?”<br />
“How else could he take on evil Bilal all by himself?”<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was a knock at the door. It was Malaam, sitting on<br />
his stumps.<br />
“You’re right, Fanya. I couldn’t have.”<br />
“Are you all right, my friend?”<br />
“Yes, Fanya. I’m fine. Everything went just as I planned.”<br />
“Have you been at the door long?”<br />
“I just got here a minute ago. Look, I know you are<br />
worried. But everything went fine, I swear to you.”<br />
“Did you…”<br />
“Everything is fine, I tell you.”<br />
“Do you have what we need?”<br />
“Yes, Sharduk,” Malaam said, pulling the strip <strong>of</strong> cloth<br />
from Bilal’s bubú robe, soaked in his blood, from his pocket.<br />
“Is Bilal…?”<br />
“Dead? No, Ciel, but it wasn’t because I didn’t feel like<br />
utterly destroying him. Your father will explain the reasons to<br />
you when he feels the time is right. But Bilal will never be a<br />
problem again.”<br />
Sharduk stepped over to Malaam, who held out the bloody<br />
rag to him. His wet cloths were beginning to dry out, and he<br />
was trying not to show how much the skin all over his body was<br />
itching already.<br />
“I just spoke to Alice. She knows you are leaving tonight<br />
and wants a chance to say good-bye,” said Malaam.<br />
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“We wouldn’t leave without seeing her first,” Ciel assured<br />
him.<br />
“We aren’t all going, Malaam. I’m going to stay here,” added<br />
her mother.<br />
“Are you sure, Fanya?”<br />
“I’m very sure. This is my place,” she said, looking straight<br />
at Sharduk.<br />
“What about the pig farmer?” her son queried, concerned.<br />
Malaam answered, “Don’t worry, Etienne. I’ve also<br />
created. . .a distraction. <strong>The</strong> pig farmer and his people are going<br />
to be much too busy to come calling on us for some time.”<br />
Fanya felt a chill run up her spine when she saw the smile<br />
on Malaam’s face at the mention <strong>of</strong> the distraction he had<br />
created.<br />
4<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir big sister had finally managed to get the key. She had<br />
had to crawl under their parents’ bed to the closet, then<br />
unfasten the keys from their father’s belt with her incredibly<br />
skillful little hands, without making any noise at all, in spite <strong>of</strong><br />
the complicated clasp with which the keys were attached.<br />
What did make a squeaking noise were the door hinges,<br />
punished as they were by the sea breezes. But it must have been<br />
written in the stars that they would achieve their goal <strong>of</strong><br />
sneaking out <strong>of</strong> the hotel room, because their mother, who<br />
always woke up looking at her children at the least little sound,<br />
remained strangely, deeply asleep.<br />
Martine helped them fasten the straps <strong>of</strong> their rubber<br />
sandals and gave them each a kiss on the cheek, as she told<br />
them once again to be very careful. <strong>The</strong>n they took each other’s<br />
hand and walked out into the night as nonchalantly as a fish<br />
swims through water.<br />
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Two little lightning bugs that seemed to be chasing one<br />
another in tiny circles appeared in their path as soon as they left<br />
the main road and started <strong>of</strong>f into the jungle.<br />
“Look, our friends…”<br />
“…are lighting the way for us,. . .”<br />
“. . .and they’ll take care <strong>of</strong> us, like always.”<br />
An hour later, they reached the swaying rope bridge that<br />
crossed the Benoué River just a few meters before its great fall<br />
to the sea.<br />
“This bridge is pretty narrow, Brother.”<br />
“Yes, it is, and the waterfall is very close,”<br />
“It’s a long ways down. We’ll have to…”<br />
“…be careful as we cross.”<br />
“You know we won't fall.”<br />
“I know. But I’ll bet the grown-ups wouldn’t dare to cross it at<br />
night.”<br />
“Of course not, because they can’t see their lights any more.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y talk to us about them, and tell us that they will take care<br />
<strong>of</strong> us, but they can’t see them.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong> lights say it’s safe.”<br />
“Are you afraid to cross?”<br />
“I’m not afraid.”<br />
“Me, neither.”<br />
“Maybe being afraid grows with us when we get older, so that we<br />
don’t get into so much trouble.”<br />
“Grown-ups are just weird. <strong>The</strong>y’re afraid <strong>of</strong> a lot <strong>of</strong> things.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y’re even afraid <strong>of</strong> being afraid. Will we be weird and<br />
scaredy-cats like them when we grow up?<br />
“No, we’re twins. We’ll always be able to see.”<br />
“When we get across the bridge we’ll be halfway there.”<br />
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“Let’s see if we can get back to the room before Mama and Papa<br />
wake up.”<br />
5<br />
Ciel and Etienne returned to the witchdoctor’s hut with<br />
tears in their eyes after saying good-bye to Alice. She had been<br />
their beloved grandmother for many years, but now she could<br />
only wish them well. Just as Fanya, she knew they had more<br />
possibilities for their future in any other place rather than the<br />
neighborhood <strong>of</strong> the outcasts, and she was happy for them,<br />
even though losing them broke her heart.<br />
“She says she would rather not come—red magic scares her,”<br />
said Ciel as she entered the hut.<br />
“Close the door. I’m going to try to activate the symbol<br />
now.”<br />
“Yes, Father.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> stars shone down brightly through the broken thatched<br />
palm-leaf ro<strong>of</strong> <strong>of</strong> the hut. Sharduk looked towards the sky in a<br />
gesture <strong>of</strong> prayer. Would his gods hear him from this other<br />
world? Would the Blessed Twins hear the plea that he sent to<br />
them in silence? Or were other gods in charge <strong>of</strong> helping poor<br />
mortals in this universe, and would they have no pity for him, a<br />
stranger?<br />
<strong>With</strong> the cloth stained in the blood <strong>of</strong> the son <strong>of</strong> the one<br />
who had created the door that was before them, he began to<br />
trace the circle on the wall. Behind him, everyone held their<br />
breath.<br />
Nothing happened. Something wasn’t working right.<br />
6<br />
<strong>The</strong> two little boys were near exhaustion. <strong>The</strong>y had been<br />
walking as fast as they could ever since they had left the hotel<br />
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on Longhee Beach. It had been nearly two hours now, but at last<br />
they were nearing N’long.<br />
It was late when they reached the first houses. <strong>The</strong>y hid<br />
themselves quickly and quietly in the brush when they saw the<br />
green-eyed girl and her brother coming out <strong>of</strong> one <strong>of</strong> the huts.<br />
<strong>The</strong> two little lights that had led their way suddenly<br />
disappeared.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y don’t want anyone to see us.”<br />
“No one will ever know we were even here.”<br />
<strong>The</strong>y waited for the others to go inside the abandonedlooking<br />
hut that was at the far side <strong>of</strong> the little group <strong>of</strong> jungle<br />
homes. When they saw the greenish glow <strong>of</strong> the little<br />
companions who had led them here safe and sound once more,<br />
they approached their friends’ house.<br />
“It’s here.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>ir parents are asleep.”<br />
“Tell the girls we’re here.” (This, out loud.)<br />
One <strong>of</strong> the fireflies flew in through a part-way open<br />
window, and flew back out in less than a minute. <strong>The</strong> door<br />
opened, and Marie’s girls, one dressed in a green T-shirt and the<br />
other in a blue one with the logo <strong>of</strong> some humanitarian<br />
organization on it, limped out, holding hands as always.<br />
“We’re here.”<br />
“You called us.”<br />
“You telled us that you needed us to help you.”<br />
“It’s ‘told’—Rob said so.”<br />
“Okay, you told us to come.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> twin girls smiled at them, stretching out their free<br />
hands to their visitors. Daniel stood at their left and Jean at their<br />
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right, and the four <strong>of</strong> them began to walk towards the<br />
witchdoctor’s hut.<br />
7<br />
“I don’t understand; the blood door should have opened by<br />
now.”<br />
“Maybe it takes a while,” suggested Etienne.<br />
“I don’t think so. <strong>The</strong> one I used coming here was activated<br />
immediately.”<br />
“Maybe that’s different on this side, too.”<br />
“We should have had more <strong>of</strong> the witchdoctor’s blood—<br />
maybe there isn’t enough.”<br />
A wave <strong>of</strong> discouragement washed over them. Sharduk<br />
could no longer hide the burning sensation he felt all over. <strong>The</strong><br />
cloths they had moistened in the swamp before they started to<br />
N’long were dry by now, and he was miserable. “<strong>The</strong>re’d better<br />
be water on the other side; otherwise I don’t think I’ll make it to<br />
the sea.” He sat on the floor to rest.<br />
“I have a couple <strong>of</strong> buckets <strong>of</strong> water in my house.”<br />
“Thank you, Fanya, but it needs to be sea water.”<br />
“Etienne, run home and bring the water, and the packet <strong>of</strong><br />
salt that’s in the kitchen.”<br />
Etienne ran out <strong>of</strong> the hut. He thought he saw a s<strong>of</strong>t green<br />
glow in the giant daisy bushes, but he was in too much <strong>of</strong> a<br />
hurry to pay any attention. It was probably just fireflies.<br />
“That will work. You’ve saved my life again.”<br />
“That’s what I do, take care <strong>of</strong> people’s health.”<br />
“Fanya, I’m so sorry that everything turned out so wrong.”<br />
“I know, Sharduk.”<br />
“You are not using the name you gave me any more.”<br />
“Sadly I’m no longer that girl who fell in love with you, nor<br />
are you the same boy who she fell in love with.”<br />
“Sadly no.”<br />
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A few steps away Malaam waited in respectful silence, while<br />
Ciel sobbed quietly.<br />
“What is it, Ciel? Why are you crying?”<br />
“Because it’s such a hard thing, Mother, and because I’m<br />
learning that love, too, can die.”<br />
“No, love doesn’t die, my child. We die. Life and time kill us<br />
over and over again.”<br />
Ciel embraced her mother, unable to contain her tears.<br />
“Come with us!” she sobbed.<br />
“No, I can’t. I wouldn’t be happy there. Perhaps I’m being<br />
selfish, I don’t know.” Casting a glance at Malaam, who was<br />
sitting in the shadows, with only his eyes visible, she added, “I<br />
am going to have a lot <strong>of</strong> things to take care <strong>of</strong> here.”<br />
Etienne returned carrying the packet <strong>of</strong> salt with his teeth<br />
and with as much water as he could keep in the buckets he was<br />
carrying in his hands. His mother dissolved part <strong>of</strong> the salt in<br />
the water and wet Sharduk’s cloths with Ciel’s help.<br />
“Let’s get them back on him quickly—I think he’s almost<br />
unconscious.”<br />
“I will never stop loving you, Fanya,” whispered Sharduk.<br />
“I know, I know. I’m sorry.”<br />
“Excuse me for interrupting, Father, but let me try it<br />
again,” urged Etienne.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> rag is too dry now.”<br />
“I’ll wet it a bit.”<br />
“We haven’t got much to lose—if it doesn’t open, you’ll<br />
have to help me get back to the sea. <strong>The</strong>n you must go far away<br />
from here, Etienne.”<br />
After dipping the rag in the bit <strong>of</strong> salt water left at the<br />
bottom <strong>of</strong> the bucket, Etienne began retracing the circular<br />
design again, wetting it with the diluted blood, hoping that it<br />
might work this time around.<br />
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8<br />
Two more little green lights, those <strong>of</strong> the girls, joined the<br />
children as they reached the rear <strong>of</strong> the witchdoctor’s hut. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
thought they saw someone run past them just as they entered<br />
the brush.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y almost saw us.”<br />
“Be careful with the giant daisy bushes! <strong>The</strong>re are wild<br />
beans growing on them, and if they fall on us. . .”<br />
“. . .they’ll <strong>cover</strong> us with their itchy hairs,. . .”<br />
“. . .and we’ll end up scratching at ourselves for<br />
days.”<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was a tiny clearing just behind the adobe wall <strong>of</strong> the<br />
hut. <strong>The</strong> girls led them there, sitting down immediately and<br />
pulling the boys down with them. <strong>The</strong> two sets <strong>of</strong> twins sat<br />
there, facing each other.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y took each other’s hands again, and instinctively, this<br />
time they formed a circle. All four closed their eyes at the same<br />
time, and suddenly the boys could see Marie’s girls as they really<br />
were, as no one else in this world would ever see them.<br />
“Thank you for coming to help us.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> sky was a deep blue, cloudless, and though it was<br />
daylight they could still see the stars quite clearly. In fact the<br />
stars were moving across the sky fast enough for them to be<br />
able to observe their harmonious dance.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y were no longer in a clearing amidst the three- and<br />
four-meter-high stalks <strong>of</strong> the giant daisies, but sitting on top <strong>of</strong><br />
a gentle hill overlooking what appeared to be an infinite<br />
succession <strong>of</strong> resplendently green valleys, crisscrossed with little<br />
rivers and peppered with stands <strong>of</strong> trees and with lakes that<br />
reflected the stars.<br />
<strong>The</strong> only sounds were those <strong>of</strong> the flocks <strong>of</strong> birds that<br />
crossed the sky and the murmur <strong>of</strong> the fast-flowing streams.<br />
<strong>The</strong> air was so clean that they could differentiate the perfumes<br />
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<strong>of</strong> the different trees in the nearby woods. And yet, neither their<br />
little lights nor their friends’ lights were here with them in this<br />
place.<br />
“Where are we, Brother?”<br />
“I don’t know.”<br />
“You are in our true home.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y can hear…”<br />
“…what we say to each other!”<br />
“But no one can hear what we say to each other…”<br />
“…without talking out loud.”<br />
“Of course we can—you closed the circle with us. Of course we<br />
can hear you, and you can hear us.”<br />
Now the girls were not just the two little children everyone<br />
felt sorry for, who could barely speak a few words, with a<br />
strange, limping walk and their gaze lost in some unfathomable<br />
void. Here they were a perfect version <strong>of</strong> themselves. <strong>The</strong>y were<br />
even more beautiful than they had seemed when the brothers<br />
had met them by the roadside earlier, and the boys, instead <strong>of</strong><br />
being two little children, were the most perfect incarnation <strong>of</strong><br />
themselves.<br />
“This is a beautiful place,” said the boys.<br />
“Thank you. We spend most <strong>of</strong> our time here. We found it<br />
a long time ago. We’ve never been able to share it with anyone<br />
before.”<br />
<strong>The</strong>y all stood up.<br />
“We’ve lost our lights.”<br />
“Don’t worry. <strong>The</strong>y can’t follow us here, but you are safe—<br />
you don’t need them.”<br />
“What are your names?”<br />
“We are Tahisa and Tanisa.”<br />
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“And we are Daniel…”<br />
“…and N’Jean.”<br />
“Your name is Jean, brother, not N’Jean.”<br />
“Oh, yeah. I forgot.”<br />
“We need to help our friends,” said Tahisa. “We’ve seen<br />
several different futures for them, and they don’t survive if they<br />
don’t cross through that door in Bilal the Elder’s hut. And if they<br />
don’t go where that door is taking them, a whole world might<br />
disappear.”<br />
“But—they already went through the door.”<br />
“No,” explained Tanisa. “It’s another kind <strong>of</strong> door, one for<br />
crossovers, something like the way you crossed over to here when<br />
you closed the circle.”<br />
“So we’re really here? We aren’t in the bushes anymore?”<br />
“Even though you can’t tell yet, the four <strong>of</strong> us are actually<br />
in both places at once.”<br />
“That’s complicated…”<br />
“…I don’t get it.”<br />
“Don’t worry—that’s normal. We’re used to it now—we<br />
were born with a different kind <strong>of</strong> brain. We don’t have to stay<br />
in just one place or just one moment <strong>of</strong> time.”<br />
“So that’s why people think you are….”<br />
“Strange? Abnormal? Weird? We know very well what they<br />
think, but it’s not their fault. <strong>The</strong>y can’t understand—they’ve all<br />
forgotten, except the witchdoctors, who sometimes get a<br />
glimpse. We children can see more than the grown-ups; we see<br />
that everything is woven together. Twins, especially identical<br />
twins like us, can see even more. We can even change certain<br />
things, pull the strings that are being woven, reweave them.”<br />
“We still don’t understand it very well…”<br />
“…but that’s okay. What do you want us to do?”<br />
“We need your strength so that together we can open the<br />
special door. Close your eyes here, and then open just the left<br />
one where we are sitting behind Bilal the Elder’s house.”<br />
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<strong>The</strong> boys followed their instructions. Now they were all<br />
sitting in a circle under the giant daisies again, but at the same<br />
time they could feel that they were still in the sisters’ home,<br />
where they had just been visiting. It was a strange sensation to<br />
feel that they were in two places at the same time.<br />
All four sat with just their left eye open. Smiling, they<br />
clasped each other’s hands even more tightly. Meanwhile, above<br />
them, their glow bugs spun in wild circles.<br />
9<br />
For a few interminable seconds, the door emitted violent red<br />
flashes, and a strange force threw everyone in the hut onto their<br />
backs. Light filled the room and fled <strong>of</strong>f towards the stars<br />
through the broken ro<strong>of</strong>, making it appear as though the house<br />
were burning like a torch.<br />
“It’s open!”<br />
“I’ve never seen such violence around a crossing point!”<br />
“Father, Father! It’s blinking!”<br />
“I don’t think it will stay open very long.”<br />
“I know, Ciel. We have to go now.”<br />
“Go, my children; we’ve already said our good-byes.”<br />
“Mother, the money from my fishing is hidden in a tin box<br />
under my bed.”<br />
“I’ve always known you kept it there, Etienne. I love you<br />
both very much,” Fanya said, embracing them one more time, a<br />
gesture none <strong>of</strong> them was much used to.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> door is getting darker—it’s now or never. Good-bye,<br />
Fanya. Take care <strong>of</strong> her for me, friend Malaam.”<br />
“You can count on it.”<br />
“How do we do it, Father?”<br />
“Just walk through, Ciel, like you are going through the<br />
door <strong>of</strong> your house.”<br />
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“I’ll go first,” announced Etienne, stepping towards the<br />
door, whose light was rapidly fading, and disappearing through it.<br />
“Take my hand, Father.”<br />
<strong>The</strong>y held hands as Fanya watched them step towards the<br />
door.<br />
Ciel did not look back, but Sharduk turned before being<br />
engulfed in the last flashes <strong>of</strong> light from the door, just in time to<br />
see Fanya’s eyes smiling at him with nostalgia and happiness,<br />
just as we do when we remember a past love, and to hear her<br />
say, “Farewell, Man Kenguele, my only love, my <strong>Eyes</strong> <strong>of</strong> the<br />
<strong>Sea</strong>.<br />
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Epilogue<br />
<strong>The</strong> Message <strong>of</strong> the Dragonfly<br />
1<br />
Her three pairs <strong>of</strong> wings had brought her here from the<br />
mouth <strong>of</strong> the cave where old Turj kept her and her eleven<br />
companions. She had reached the border between Rayna and<br />
the dead, deadly desert they called the Plains <strong>of</strong> Sorrow.<br />
Between her legs she held a gelatinous sphere that contained a<br />
miniature marine ecosystem.<br />
<strong>The</strong> noisy flight <strong>of</strong> the two-cubit-long dragonfly could be<br />
heard at quite a distance; that wasn’t a problem in the forest,<br />
where there were thousands <strong>of</strong> her kind. <strong>The</strong>y rarely crossed<br />
that physical boundary, but after a half-day’s journey the tiny,<br />
delicate circuit that she had attached to the back <strong>of</strong> her head<br />
was now prompting her to cross the last row <strong>of</strong> trees and move<br />
forward over the blue sands <strong>of</strong> the Plains.<br />
What’s more, the apparatus indicated to her by means <strong>of</strong><br />
short impulses that she should slightly slow the rhythm <strong>of</strong> her<br />
wings, which—like her body—were <strong>of</strong> a shiny metallic green<br />
color. This reduced her speed, as well as the amount <strong>of</strong> noise<br />
she made as she flew.<br />
She flew at low altitude for another four hours toward the<br />
farthest outpost <strong>of</strong> the new army <strong>of</strong> the Sons <strong>of</strong> the Roots. It<br />
had been established after the rise <strong>of</strong> the Indistinguishables,<br />
ostensibly to defend the Sons from attacks, but with the final<br />
objective <strong>of</strong> doing away with the rebels completely. <strong>The</strong> great<br />
fortress had been built with vitrified sand and sparkled in the<br />
sunlight like an enormous gem with iridescent facets.<br />
She flew over several detachments <strong>of</strong> soldiers dressed in<br />
their combat suits, which were almost the same blue tone as the<br />
sands, as they trained around the outpost with different war<br />
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machines, and headed straight for the building that housed the<br />
communications center. Once inside, she alit on a metal plaque<br />
<strong>cover</strong>ed with sensors.<br />
Meanwhile other dragonflies, some mere message-bearers<br />
and others carrying scanners and cameras <strong>of</strong> different kinds,<br />
flew in and out <strong>of</strong> the building just as she had, as the<br />
technicians reviewed the information in their circuits and fed<br />
them.<br />
<strong>The</strong> constant hum <strong>of</strong> dozens <strong>of</strong> wings echoed <strong>of</strong>f the high,<br />
dome-shaped ceiling made <strong>of</strong> blue amber. Two technicians,<br />
wearing headsets to communicate with each other, came up to<br />
her to review what she had brought.<br />
“This one came from Rayna; I think she belongs to Colonel<br />
Turj.”<br />
“You’re right, Phil. She’s his big green. <strong>The</strong> others can’t fly<br />
such a long distance. Her programming is the best we have.<br />
Look, she’s carrying a marine pendant.”<br />
“Let’s see what the message says, Kal.”<br />
Kal glanced at the little screen by the platform the<br />
dragonfly was sitting on.<br />
“Let’s see. Oh! It’s for the general. It’s classified and it’s<br />
urgent.”<br />
“Okay, copy it to a unit and take it to him, along with that<br />
sphere she brought. I think he’s outside, training one <strong>of</strong> the<br />
squadrons.<br />
“Right, I’ve got it. Will you take care <strong>of</strong>…?”<br />
“…<strong>of</strong> checking the circuitry and feeding her? We’ve been<br />
working together for three years, and you still think you need to<br />
tell me how to do my job, Kal.<br />
<strong>With</strong>out answering Phil, who had already disconnected his<br />
headset and couldn’t hear the complaints <strong>of</strong> his companion, he<br />
stuck the unit in his jacket pocket and left the building.<br />
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2<br />
Outside, Kal traded his headset for sunglasses to protect his<br />
eyes from the bright rays bouncing dangerously <strong>of</strong>f <strong>of</strong> the sand.<br />
He only had to cross half <strong>of</strong> the fortress, through the barracks<br />
area, since the communications building was right in the center.<br />
Even so, it took him about ten minutes to reach the main gate.<br />
He called out to one <strong>of</strong> the guards, a mestizo who was half<br />
Shepherd <strong>of</strong> the Land, carrying a pulsar rifle as long as<br />
Communications Officer Kal was tall.<br />
“I have a unit to give to the general.”<br />
He showed him the unit and the guard nodded a signal with<br />
his enormous red head to another <strong>of</strong> the six guards who were<br />
standing watch on the inside <strong>of</strong> the wall, and that one opened a<br />
narrow slot that Kal could barely squeeze through—there was<br />
always a certain resentment between the foot soldiers and the<br />
communications operators.<br />
A few paces from the other side <strong>of</strong> the wall, the cadets<br />
were listening attentively to the general’s instructions.<br />
“Be sure to take <strong>cover</strong> before you stop to reload your<br />
weapon! And keep watching for the enemy’s weakest side!”<br />
<strong>The</strong> war had intensified and it didn’t look like anything<br />
would stop it now. Meanwhile, both armies were building up<br />
their ranks.<br />
As he waited for a sergeant to let the general know he was<br />
there, he remembered bitterly the happy years he had spent in<br />
Latica working as a dentist, specializing in modified humans,<br />
who also suffered from a good toothache from time to time.<br />
But the situation had gotten worse. <strong>The</strong> Indistinguishables<br />
had gone crazy, or so it seemed, and were set out to annihilate<br />
everyone who saw things differently than them. <strong>The</strong>y used as an<br />
excuse the twisted interpretations they gave to the words <strong>of</strong> the<br />
Blessed Twins, who he, too, revered.<br />
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<strong>The</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> the inhabited planets had literally closed their<br />
doors to Telluria. No one wanted the Indistinguishable fever to<br />
extend to the rest <strong>of</strong> the territories. He should have left while<br />
he still could.<br />
“Officer Kal.”<br />
“Yes, Sergeant Ian.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong> general will see you now.”<br />
He entered the general’s white tent, which in spite <strong>of</strong> its<br />
spartan simplicity, still <strong>of</strong>fered respite from the blazing heat<br />
outside.<br />
“At your orders, Sir. I have an urgent message for you.”<br />
General Lucas had changed a great deal since his younger<br />
days as an <strong>of</strong>ficer on a maritime surface transport vessel. Grave<br />
responsibilities had overcome his desires to become an<br />
adventurer.<br />
He was standing by a table, disassembling his weapon to<br />
clean out any stray grains <strong>of</strong> sand. His face had become stony<br />
and inexpressive, his gaze pr<strong>of</strong>ound and astute. Hundreds <strong>of</strong><br />
battles fought in the desert and in Rayna had toughened him<br />
and turned him into the great general he was now. He was<br />
admired by his men and feared or hated by each and every one<br />
<strong>of</strong> the Indistinguishables.<br />
He barely lifted his eyes from the combustion chamber <strong>of</strong><br />
his weapon when the communications operator entered.<br />
“What does the message say?”<br />
“It just says that it comes from Colonel Turj, and that it is<br />
for your eyes only, General. Oh, and the dragonfly who brought<br />
it was also carrying this little sea sphere.”<br />
“You could have started by telling me that, Officer!” he<br />
said, setting his weapon down on the table and approaching a<br />
startled Kal in a few great strides. “That sphere means that you<br />
are carrying a message I have been waiting a very long time for.”<br />
“I’m sorry, Sir! Here’s the unit and the sphere.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re’s nothing to be sorry about, Officer Kal.”<br />
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<strong>The</strong> general was proud <strong>of</strong> knowing the names and the faces<br />
<strong>of</strong> each <strong>of</strong> the men and women under his command, and <strong>of</strong><br />
having trained most <strong>of</strong> them, at least in part, in the use <strong>of</strong><br />
combat suits.<br />
“You may go, Officer.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> man who was once Sharduk’s companion on his<br />
adventures plugged the unit into the terminal that was sitting on<br />
the table, surrounded by rifle pieces. A slight smile lit his face as<br />
he saw the image <strong>of</strong> his friend Turj suspended and translucent<br />
above the table. He reproduced the message, and floating words<br />
appeared superimposed over the giant’s red face, which faded<br />
into the background and disappeared.<br />
3<br />
My good friend Lucas,<br />
I understand that the campaign is going favorably for you, and that<br />
you are losing very few men. I am as glad for you as I am for them, as I<br />
know how much it hurts every time we lose a man.<br />
I <strong>of</strong>ten feel vexed that due to all the wounds received, my health<br />
does not allow me to be with you in the battlefield. But now, at last, I know<br />
that my service here guarding the crossing point in this cave has not been in<br />
vain.<br />
Last night, as you always assured me would happen one day, your<br />
friend Sharduk returned, and he did not come alone. He crossed back over<br />
with his two children, who seem to be <strong>of</strong> the same age as him. Apparently,<br />
the door through which you saw him leave so long ago did not work quite<br />
properly, and when he reached the other side, he had been thrown forward<br />
many years.<br />
We had to quickly get him into a land suit, as he was only<br />
protected by some wet cloths, and his skin was beginning to suffer. Don’t<br />
worry—the suit made him feel better immediately.<br />
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He is happy to have returned, but sad that the mother <strong>of</strong> his<br />
children decided not to accompany him, for reasons he did not explain to<br />
me, and I did not think prudent to ask.<br />
I am requesting that you send us a large detachment <strong>of</strong> soldiers,<br />
since the true miracle is not only the return <strong>of</strong> Sharduk, but the perfect<br />
resemblance <strong>of</strong> his children to the Beloved Twins, may they be blessed—<br />
who, as you know, I had the enormous honor <strong>of</strong> serving until the day they<br />
disappeared, leaving no trace behind.<br />
When I saw Sharduk’s children, my old knees could hardly keep<br />
me standing. It’s them—the same eyes, the same skin, their voices, the<br />
strength <strong>of</strong> their hearts, the way they react. <strong>The</strong>re is much greater power<br />
within them than they themselves imagine. It’s as though they were an exact<br />
copy—no, it is them!<br />
I believe that Uz-Talim, Supreme Mechanist, and Garnil,<br />
spiritual leader and warrior <strong>of</strong> the Sons <strong>of</strong> the Roots, blessed be their<br />
names, have chosen a strange way <strong>of</strong> doing it, but they have returned to us<br />
to help us in these dark days <strong>of</strong> our world.<br />
Send your best men to escort us to your most advanced post.<br />
Sharduk is impatient to be able to tell you about what has happened while<br />
he was away. He looks just the same as the day he left from Patrick’s house<br />
—it seems that for him, only a few days have passed.<br />
<strong>The</strong> poor fellow meant to bring his family to a safe place, and<br />
instead he has brought them to a war zone.<br />
He is sending you a small gift. He says that the way things are at<br />
present, you need it now more than he does.<br />
Please hurry.<br />
Your brother in arms, Turj.<br />
4<br />
Kal was just reaching the enormous gate to the fortress<br />
once again when a mechanical sand crawler stopped beside him.<br />
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“Principal Operator <strong>of</strong> Alternative Communications Kal,<br />
the general requires your presence most urgently. Climb in<br />
behind me. I’ll take you back to his tent.”<br />
Who in their right mind would invent such long names for military<br />
positions? he wondered for the hundredth time.<br />
<strong>The</strong> driver was the same Sergeant Ian that he had spoken to<br />
before.<br />
“Did he say why he wants me to go back?”<br />
“No, only for us to catch up with you and bring you back to<br />
him.”<br />
A knot tightened in Kal’s throat as he climbed into one <strong>of</strong><br />
the back seats <strong>of</strong> the speedy vehicle. Had he damaged the<br />
communications unit when he took it from the dragonfly? Did<br />
the general think he might have looked at its contents?<br />
As he entered the tent, a cold sweat <strong>cover</strong>ed his back, and<br />
he felt like he was going to faint. By the sands <strong>of</strong> the desert, what<br />
have I done wrong? he wondered.<br />
“Are you all right, Officer Kal?” General Lucas asked him.<br />
“Ye-yes, Sir, I’m fine,” he stammered, trying to calm down<br />
his thoughts and somewhat regain his composure.<br />
“You don’t look too well.”<br />
“Was there…some problem, Sir?” Kal asked, trying in vain<br />
to swallow, his mouth suddenly dry, and a sharp pain stabbing at<br />
him just below his left collarbone.<br />
“Sit down, have some gelatin; you look a bit dehydrated.”<br />
“Th-thank you, Sir.”<br />
“Officer Kal, I have a mission for you.”<br />
“For me, Sir?”<br />
“Of course, for you! If it weren’t for you, I would have<br />
called in someone else, don’t you think?”<br />
“Yes, Sir, <strong>of</strong> course. Forgive me, Sir—I must be coming<br />
down with Blue Fever. I’m entirely at your service.”<br />
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An ear-to-ear grin slowly spread across his face. Apparently<br />
nothing bad had happened, and on top <strong>of</strong> that the general<br />
himself was going to personally assign a mission to him.<br />
“I need you to prepare a message, which will be sent to all<br />
the leaders <strong>of</strong> the Indistinguishables in exactly three days.”<br />
“And what should the message say?”<br />
“Tell them that the Blessed Twins, Uz-Talim and Garnil,<br />
have returned among us. And that I am calling for us to meet in<br />
the center <strong>of</strong> the Plains <strong>of</strong> Sorrow to end this war, absurd and<br />
cruel as all wars are, in the same manner that the Holy Twins<br />
ended the First Telluric War.”<br />
THE END<br />
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