Part 18 (1/2)
She didn't seem in the least uneasy, so maybe she hadn't yet noticed the discoloration or didn't understand it. But she would notice it, and come to understand it, and when she did, the evil that she was concealing was going to explode to the surface, because this woman could not be what she seemed. Hidden beneath that pretty surface, there lurked a monster.
Then she was face-to-face with David.
”Thank you for granting me my freedom,” she said to him, after Katie had gone. ”How is Linda?”
”She had a mild heart attack. She'll be fine.”
”Will she?”
”You think not?”
”I don't think anything. I asked a question.”
”Which had implications.”
”I don't do implications. I say what I mean.”
He sipped the coffee. His prop, in lieu, she supposed, of a pipe.
”David, do you have any idea who I am?”
”Caroline Light.”
”Why did I come here?”
”The same reason people usually come to the hospital. You were suffering and you wanted relief.”
”You know more than that. Do you know we were childhood sweethearts?”
”I know about the cla.s.s. I know who you are and I know about ... something. The gold. Sort of. But I'm lost. And I don't know you. You're like a stranger who's sharing a compartment on a train or something.”
”I need you to wake up,” she said.
He gestured with the coffee cup. ”I'm wide awake.”
”I'm going to say something,” she told him, ”and you can take it however you're going to take it.”
”Okay.”
”I dreamed you made love with Nurse Katie last night. I dreamed I watched you.”
So much blood drained out of his face that he seemed to turn to wax.
”You feel a need to tell me this?”
She decided to force the matter even further.
”I saw you tangled in blue sheets, in the light of a beautiful Tiffany lamp-so s.e.xy, I didn't know he did erotics-and, oh, G.o.d, I felt such incredible jealousy, because, David, you need to face the truth, and the truth is that even though we were children when we made our vows, they counted, and even though you don't remember right now, last night you were cheating on me!”
The waxen face slowly filled with the color of a deep flush. He blinked rapidly. He picked up his pencil and put it down. Then his chin lowered, his fingers stopped toying with the pencil and grasped it tightly. There was an odd sense that they were moving down a tunnel, racing away from each other. She feared that she had made a major mistake.
He jumped to his feet, came out from behind the desk, and stood over her.
She felt the menace in it. She said, ”I'm sorry I slapped you.”
”I am, too. It hurt.”
”I'm a punisher. It's a fault. But you're hurting me, David, you're hurting me terribly.”
He loomed and she could feel him suppressing his own violence. Then he strode across the room and threw himself down in one of the sumptuous chairs that stood before the fireplace. He was muttering, and she could not hear the details.
”I'm sorry,” she said, going toward him. ”I've touched a nerve and I'm very sorry.”
Slowly, his head turned toward her. His face was sunken and gray now, skeletal with fury.
”Will you please tell me which member of my staff allowed you access to my bedroom?”
”I-n.o.body. The door was unlocked.”
”d.a.m.n you! d.a.m.n d.a.m.n you!” you!”
She tried another sort of shock. ”You have a mission, David. Face it! You have to lead us out of this mess.”
As if the chair was burning him, he leaped up and strode away again. She realized that he knew. Inside himself, he knew it all. It wasn't that he couldn't remember, but that he couldn't face it.
”Were you also out the first night you were here?”
What should she say? One of their fellow cla.s.smates had released her from her looked room, and she had gone to fetch the tiny amount of ancient white powder gold she had brought with her. She had hidden it near the gate until she was sure she wasn't walking into a trap. That gold was star stuff, what NASA had found when they went searching for stardust, and what was found in the crop circles of haunted England. Without a little of the ancient material, new material could not be made.
He returned, a stalking lion. ”How stupid do you think I am?”
”David, the whole nature of reality is changing and there's work to do. You have to accept this.”
”And I suppose the ridiculous, bloodthirsty, mad Aztec G.o.ds are coming back, too, and we're all going to be sacrificing children soon!”
”The G.o.ds don't exist.”
He gestured toward the glyphs above the door. ”A couple of days ago you sounded like an evangelist.”
”The old G.o.ds are the mythologized principles of a lost science. As human knowledge declined after the last cataclysm, science became myth, and myth became religion. They ended up wors.h.i.+ping subtle principles as meaningless G.o.ds. That's all religion is. Wors.h.i.+p of the powers of a science that existed before Egypt.”
He glared at her in silence.
”David, you know this! We were taught it. We sat side by side.”
He looked long at her. ”Yes,” he said softly, ”I know.” But he seemed to sink into himself, his face growing ugly-eyes bloodshot, cheeks seething purple, lips twisted back-a face savage with amazing depths of rage.
”Now wait,” she said helplessly, ”it's all right.” How soft and full of grace that face had been when he was a boy of twelve. ”Be as little children-”
”I'm an adult!” Seeming to overcome something deep within himself, he pulled away from her and stalked off again. This was a cage and he was an animal.