Part 16 (1/2)
”Gladly.” She set Zilche in the shallow water, where she could be comfortable while talking with Watt's Gnu, then waded deeper until she was chest deep. It felt good against her hide, because of its preservative quality. Jackson swam up to join her. He was a merman, with a history roughly similar to hers: He had been fully human, but had swum in a dangerous section of a river and been swallowed by a big fish. But the fish had a hunger bigger that its stomach, and was able to swallow only the lower half of the man. By the time it realized that, it had already digested Jackson's feet. Jackson could neither die nor escape. Finally they compromised, agreeing to merge, becoming a merman. Unfortunately the natural merfolk did not accept Jackson as one of them, considering him at best an imitation. Some species were like that; in fact, the centaurs were as purebred snotty as any, but by no means the only ones. Frustrated, isolated, he swam to the Brain Coral's Pool for storage until the issue could be resolved. Jackson had liked it, and had taken a job there.
They hugged, and Cynthia even added a chaste kiss. She understood as well as anyone what it meant to be neither fish nor fowl. They had been friends for decades, before she left the pool.
”You don't seem to have aged a bit,” Jackson said. ”I would swear by the feel of you that you are still sixteen, physically.”
She released him and glanced down at the human portion of her torso. She had filled out rather well, if she did say so herself. ”That's not surprising. I was rejuvenated to the physical age of eight, after I left here. That was eight years ago, so I am physically sixteen now, again.”
”Why would you want to become eight?”
”To be suitable for Che Centaur. It is working out well. One year we shall marry, and our foals will breed true.” She knew it was foolish, but she felt a small flush of pride at being able to make that statement. ”Winged centaurs.”
He glanced appraisingly at her body. ”I'm jealous of him.”
”Thank you.”
”Now what is your business?”
”I need to find the Ring of Water. I believe it is somewhere in the pool.”
”No.”
”I beg your pardon?”
”There's no such Ring here. I have inventoried everything, so am in a position to know. If you would like some opti or pessi mist spray to make you feel positive or negative, we have that. We have a fine brain eyeball, or a show-and-tell-a-vision box that lights up with a person's idea. We have a fine scarf that wraps around a person's neck and keeps it warm, though it eats too much.”
”The scarf eats?”
”Voraciously. It has a high metabolism. It just gobbles food down in whole chunks, so that the person wearing it can hardly get a bite. That's why the scarf wound up being stored here despite its usefulness. We have many things. But no Ring.”
”But there has to be! Zilche said-”
He glanced at the zombie, who was happily swimming nearby, having caught Watt's Gnu up. The water was good for her too. ”What did you say, Zilche?”
”Ze pulsh ze zing.”
”See?” Cynthia said. ”The pool's the thing.”
”That is not what I heard.”
”Well, she is a zombie. Her p.r.o.nunciation-”
”She said, 'The play's the thing.' Right, Zilche?”
The zombie nodded.
Cynthia was dismayed. ”But that makes no sense! The Ring of Water should be in water, and it is natural that the Brain Coral would be in charge of it.”
”Perhaps so, but the domain of water is hardly limited to the pool. There's the entire Region of Water.”
”The Ring has power over that, so I don't think it would be there. My impression is that the Rings are somewhat apart from what they control, though I could be in error.”
Jackson spoke again to the zombie. ”Zilche, what play?”
”Ze cursh ffiendz pulsh.”
”The curse fiend's play!” Cynthia exclaimed. The word ”pulsh” still did not sound much like ”play” to her, but the rest was clear enough. ”I don't want to go there.”
Jackson shrugged. ”You are welcome to stay here.”
She laughed. ”No, I must be gone. Please relay my greetings to all my friends here.”
”I shall. But you have many friends. Which ones were you thinking of?”
”Miss Erry, who loves company but somehow manages to alienate most folk. Miss Steppe, with her painful talent of falling down. And of course the relatives of MareAnn: SpartAnn, TrojAnn, h.e.l.lAnn-”
”I will notify them all.”
She hugged him again, then splashed out of the pool. ”Come on, Zilche; we're off to the curse fiend's castle.”
”She's a mermaid!” Jackson exclaimed, as if just realizing. ”I had thought of her as a zombie.”
”Zombie mermadz,” Zilche clarified.
He studied her more closely. ”You must have been a rather pretty creature, in life.”
Zilche did her best to blush while trying to brush out her tangled hair. ”Nod spezaly.” She inhaled, accenting a well-formed bare bosom.
”Modest too. I like that.”
”We have to go,” Cynthia said impatiently.
They ignored her. ”Zo handzum merrmum.”
”Well, I'm only a half-reared merman. The real ones-”
”Handzum,” she repeated, firmly for a zombie.
Jackson considered. ”Do you know, the Brain Coral's Pool has some curative properties, to enable folk to remain healthy for decades or centuries while in storage. I have felt much better since settling here, despite having no companion of my type. I think you could be restored almost to the qualities you had in life, if you cared to reside here.”
Zilche's eyes widened. ”Zo wandz?”
”Well, yes, I want, if you should be interested.”
Cynthia realized that the composite man and the undead mermaid had much in common. Both were outcasts of their kind. But she didn't have time for this. ”Zilche, we have a mission to accomplish. We have to go.”
The zombie nodded reluctantly. ”Maabee ey come bakz?”
”By all means come back!” Jackson agreed eagerly. ”When your mission is done.”
”All right!” Cynthia said. She reached down into the water, set the zombie into the net, flicked them both, spread her wings, and took off. Jackson waved, and Zilche waved back. ”Bakz!” she promised. To that Cynthia could agree; she would be glad to bring the zombie back here, once she had the Ring of Water.