Part 8 (1/2)
”Oh, yes! Let me see it.”
He lurched off. In a moment he brought the stone back. It was about six inches long, weighed about five pounds, and was pitted like a meteorite outside. But it was only half a stone, cut across the center and polished so that the crystalline center was exposed. ”It's just quartz,” he said. ”But I've had it all my life.”
”It's beautiful!” she exclaimed. ”It's you, Geode! All gruff and sober outside, perfect inside!”
”Oh, no, I'm not-I mean, it's perfect, but I'm-” He couldn't formulate his demurral.
”I understand! What I mean is that no one can tell from the outside what a person is like inside, and maybe a person looks stupid or mousy outside, but there's so much inside that may be beautiful if you just understand.”
”Yes!” What a perfect way of putting it!
”Then I will tell you my secret name too, Geode. I am none. That's ee-NO-nee, not 'onion', though I may have layers to peel.” She was cutting an onion under water as she spoke.
This was too much for Geode to grasp all at once. She had seemed so shy, and now seemed so open. ”Not Jade?”
”No more than you are George. Shall we be friends, Geode?”
Was she teasing him in some way? His doubt returned. Who wanted to be friends with him?
She paused in her activity. ”Did I offend you? I didn't mean to. I apologize if-”
”No!”
”But I said something wrong?”
He struggled with it. ”I don't have friends.”
She resumed her activity, evidently relieved. ”Maybe you have one now. Why do you say that?”
Was this folly? He wanted to tell her, but feared the consequence. It was so nice being with her like this, watching her bustle, he didn't want to alienate her. He shook his head, neither yes nor no, but confusion.
”But I am prying,” she said. ”I didn't mean to do that, Geode. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. Would you like me to tell you about me? I mean, my name?”
”People don't like me, when they learn,” he said with difficulty.
”You see, my husband's name is Paris. That's where it started. That's really his name. In Greek mythology, Paris was married to the nymph none. So I became that. Am I talking too much?”
”No.”
”none is a rather sad figure. Because Paris-do you know about him, mythologically?”
Geode thought. ”He-Helen?”
”Exactly. Helen of Troy. Paris left the nymph for the face that launched a thousand s.h.i.+ps. none was not completely pleased. But how could she compete with Helen?”
She evidently wanted something of him, but he wasn't sure what. ”I guess she couldn't.”
”Yes. So she just kept to herself. What else was there to do? So she didn't have many friends. Paris had a good time while none suffered.”
”I keep to myself,” Geode said.
”Yes. Like your namesake. All the good things are inside.”
”I don't know if they're good.”
”Would you like to tell me?” She looked at him and smiled, and it was like a splatter of sunlight from the surface of a dark pool.
He still wasn't sure, but decided to tell her. ”I see things. Hear things. But I guess others don't.”
”Good things?”
”Just things.” He swallowed, then said it: ”Animals who talk to me.”
”And they called you crazy,” she said.
”They put me in a hospital.”
She nodded. ”When I was little, my Raggedy Ann doll talked to me. n.o.body believed. So I learned not to tell them.”
”Yes,” he agreed with a rush of feeling.
”Another time I told them something, and they did believe. That was worse.”
”Yes. First they thought I was just trying to get attention, and laughed at me. But when they believed-” He paused, getting it straight. ”When they believed I believed, they put me away. Until I told them I didn't believe.”
She thought for a moment as she worked. ”I must tell you something, Geode. I don't want to, but I have to.”
He was silent, knowing what was coming. He had told her, and it had been a mistake. He should have known better.
”I have nowhere to go,” she said. ”I have no money, no marketable skills, no hope. Suddenly I am in this dream house, like a poor peasant girl who has been mistaken for a lost princess. What is she to do?”
”I don't know.”
”She is going to try to act like a princess, so as to fool them just as long as she possibly can, because once they catch on, she will be out on the street and her life will be over.”
He stood there, watching her, not understanding what she was getting at.
”If the King's butler tells that girl something strange, will she laugh in his face?”
That he could answer. ”No.”
”That's right. Because she doesn't want to offend anybody in the palace. So she will believe anything he tells her, so long as it is not inconsistent with her being a princess. Do you understand?”
Now he did. ”You won't laugh at me.”
”Yes. But I am not to be trusted. Oh, I will behave perfectly, and be the very model of the princess, but what is in my heart you cannot trust, because I don't want to be thrown out. I need your favor, and I will do anything to get it and keep it. I am like a hungry cat, purring at your legs so you will feed me and let me into your house. Can you live with that?”
Geode was troubled. ”I work for Mid. If he says you stay, you stay. If he says you go-”
”But he will let me stay if you want me to.”