Part 10 (2/2)

The sound of branches moving. High in the trees, the white flash of an Invia's wings. There were two of them, there then gone. Something large moved through the thicket with fast thudding footfalls. What seemed a trail of golden smoke puffed behind it; the sparkling mist coalesced into more of those nuggets and coloured gems, raining to the ground with tinkling music, then melting away into liquid gold.

Siel went toward the woods, forgetting herself again. She had not felt this way before, had barely been aware there was some part of life she'd missed living. It was as though a light had been thrown on in a dark room within her, showing something surprising and wonderful which had been there all along. She was tasting youth again, rather tasting it properly for the first time, without grief's bitterness. If only she'd take a few more steps, just into the row of trees there ...

So she did, moving deeper into the woods' gloom. The tree bark smelled fresh; undergrowth's needles and leaves whispered as her boots disturbed them. Between trunks thick as pillars some way ahead were those eyes, watching her. Ancient eyes. Some bulk s.h.i.+fted behind them with feline agility. A gleam flashed off its flanks. Closer it came, its precise shape still obscured as though by a gown of night. She retreated till her back was to a tree. Here is death maybe, but I don't care, part of her rebelled. What does dying matter if you've never really lived? Trade me now an hour's life for three or four decades' death and fear. Take it! Make good your promise, give me life for a little while.

The big shape moved sideways, was gone just as she was about to see it properly, left her peering into empty gloom. There was its presence behind her, something caressing her leg, running up one leg then the other and sending a ripple of pleasure from its touch which moved in s.h.i.+vering waves through her whole body, most intense in her mind, heart and between her legs. She gasped, surrendered to it. Something closed about her like curtains, enfolding her in darkness while the gently tracing thing, whatever it was, slid up her thigh. The air was filled with a musky scent.

Something said: 'May I speak with you?'

'Yes,' she gasped.

There the eyes were, right before her again, above her, filled with n.o.ble pleading sincerity. 'I will name you Hathilialin, which means great beauty in the tongue of my people. I have called you here, you have come. Is that not so?'

'Yes.'

The deep whispering voice was a caress which sent pleasure rippling from her mind down. 'I will protect you, I will teach you. I will fertilise your mind. Only if your trust of me is total. You must give it, there is no time to earn it slowly. If I wished you harm, I have you here and vulnerable. Do I not?'

'Yes,' was all she could say.

'Of all your kind who have ever lived, so few have beheld my race, much less been given this high honour, Great Beauty. Yet you are not here reduced; you are elevated. I do not wish you harm. I offer you a place among the Favoured. Do you wish to claim it? You may leave here unhurt and free if this gift is not desired, if your life of trial and pain calls you in a sweeter voice than mine.'

She almost said yes again, but she felt a slight relaxing of the force clouding her mind. She clutched weakly at her thoughts, tried to understand what was meant by the word 'favoured'. It was a term she'd heard before, but where?

Something coiled like a long reaching arm around her thigh, grabbing tighter, hinting at far more powerful strength behind it. Pleasure pulsed from it through her. She came quickly once, twice, a pause, then a third time which shook her whole body and left her close to collapsing. Above her an Invia s.h.i.+fted in her perch and stared down with eyes bright and blue as sapphires, its white wings spread wide.

Waves of pleasure, slow to subside, still went through her. The thing waited patiently, eased off its grip, made a deep sound like whinnying laughter as though pleased with itself. 'Do you see now how things could be, if you would join me? How easily the two of us may-'

Then something broke whatever force was at play. Her seducer's attention was divided; she felt its surprise and panic as though those feelings had hit her like a blast of wind.

What happened next was too fast for her to follow. There was the rus.h.i.+ng bulk of something close by, quite possibly the thing which had seduced her, knocking her to the ground as it went; fast as fevered percussion the thud of heavy feet; an eerie shriek of pain or surprise. Something large crashed into a trunk and ripped it out of the ground. Two Invia took off from trees overhead with whistling cries. Heavier wings than theirs beat the air.

The silence that followed was watchful and tense. Siel heard her own pulse loud as a drum and tried to slow her breathing.

'That was hard,' said a voice which made her jump. She had felt she was alone again. She scrambled to her feet. 'Don't go yet.' The voice was like Eric's but flat and lifeless. There he was before her, arms hung clumsily. His dark clothes blended with the gloom, his outline visible only because he stood between her and the tower's lapping water, glimmering with its silvery light. Siel's hand went to where her knife usually hung but of course it wasn't there. Useless or not she longed for its feel in her hand more than she ever had. 'What was that thing?' she said, panting. Her head still spun and her body hummed with warmth and pleasure, but she felt sick.

'The thing that had you? I don't know what it's called.'

Something clicked in her mind. 'Shadow,' she said. 'Your name is Shadow.'

'Are you impressed that I could do that?' he said.

'Do what?'

'Become it. Or nearly, anyway. Just briefly, for a moment. It was hard to do. Harder than being you, or being the fellow, or those other things that I ...' He sought for a word.

'Those things you shadowed?'

He stared at her through two small dark pits. 'Shadowed. Yes, that fits well. I scared it away, that thing which had you. Could you tell? It thought I was another one of its kind. It wasn't expecting that. It thinks nothing can hurt it down here.' His body had slowly tilted till it leaned at an impossible angle.

'Don't do that,' she said. 'Stop it!'

He spun around as though his feet were the centre point of a spoke, two quick spins seeing his body vanish into the ground and then reappear, upright. 'Why don't you like it?' he said. 'It doesn't mean you're about to get hurt.'

'Who are you now, Shadow?' she said, trying to speak his language.

'No one. Nothing, mostly. I was that thing which had you, just before, just now. Not completely, really I was just a part of it. It didn't know I was here until I did it. I like some of what it did to you. Can I tell you something? That's why I ... shadowed it. To do those things to you too. But when it ran away, I went back to this.' His limp arms shrugged to indicate himself. 'And I can't shadow it now it's gone. I like the way it touched you. I like the sounds you made. Can you make them again? Can you make them now? They sounded nice. They made me want to touch you.'

She spat.

'I like what it did with the gold stuff, too. To trick you and make you come nearer. That was good! I couldn't do it, when I was ... when I was more like it than I am now. I tried to.'

'Where did the thing go, Shadow?'

'Gone. Back to that other woman maybe.'

'Other woman?'

'Green dress. It left her. She cried. I watched, when the wolf found her. She was scared of him but not of the other thing, which was bigger than the wolf. I didn't understand why.'

'Stranger's here? Is she close?'

'Oh. Yes, she's close. She's coming here, with the wolf. They're trying to find you. She was hanging around you and the fellow for a while. Like me. Following. Watching.'

Shadow very quickly sank into the ground as though it had swallowed him. He reappeared standing side-on high up on the trunk of a tree, as though the word had tilted on that angle just for him.

'Please don't do that,' she said.

He looked down at her. 'Why?'

'Just don't. Please.'

'I don't even do it. It just happens. I'll shadow you. Want me to?' Suddenly he was very close behind her. She jumped, backed away, tripped and fell. 'You can see backward along the axis,' he said, pointing at some invisible line ahead and behind her. 'I remember now. You're the only one who can.'

'No I'm not,' she said, sitting up, rubbing where a tree root had hit her back. 'It's happenstance. Other people have it too. Stranger, the green dress. What is she? Why is she so powerful, where is she from?'

'I can show you,' said Shadow. Suddenly he was leaning over her, at an angle almost horizontal. Eric's face, with longer flowing hair and those hollow pits for eyes, was close enough to kiss her. 'Should I show you?'

'Yes. Show me.'

His arms reached out to grab her and the world fell away.

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