CHAPTER 22
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We were afraid of what might happe. Under Békas dire, we roamed the woods, never camping in the same plaore than three nights in a row. Waiting for some decision from Béka brewed a disease among us. We fought over food, water, the best resting places. Ragno and Zanzara ed the most basiing; their hair tangled in vinelike riots, and their skin darkened beh a film of dirt. Chavisory, Blomma, and Kivi suffered an angry silence, sometimes not speaking for days on end. Desperate without his smokes and distras, Luchóg snapped over the ti provocation and would have e to blows with Smaolach if not for his<dfn>.９９lｉｂ?</dfn> friends gentle disposition. I would often find Smaolach after their arguments, staring at the ground, pulling handfuls of grass from the earth. Speck grew more distant, withdrawn into her own imagination, and when she suggested a moment aloogether, I gladly joined her away from the others.In that Indian summer, the days stayed warm despite the waning of the light, and a sed spring brought nobbr>.９９ｌib.</abbr>t only a renewed blossoming of wild roses and other flowers but another crop of berries. With suexpected bounty, the bees and other is exteheir lives and mad pursuit of sweets. The birds put off their southern migration. Everees slowed down their leaving, going from dark saturated hues to paler shades of green.
"Aniday," she said, "listehey e."
We were sitting at the edge of a clearing, doing nothing, soaking in the manual sunshine. Speck lifted her head skyward to gather in the shadow of wings beating through the air. When they had all lahe blackbirds fanned out their tails as they paraded to the wild raspberries, hopping to a tangle of shoots te themselves. The glen echoed with their chatter. She reached ground my bad put her hand on my far shoulder, theed her head against me. The sunlight danced in patterns on the ground thrown by leaves blowing in the breeze.
"Look at that one." She spoke softly, pointing her fi a lone blackbird, struggling to reach a plump red berry at the end of a flexing e. It persisted, pihe e to the ground, impaling the stalk with its sharp hooked feet, then attacked the berry in three quick bites. After its meal, the bird began to sing, then flew away, wings flashing in the dappled light, and then the flock took off and followed into the early October afternoon.
"When I first came here," I fessed to her, "I was afraid of the crows that returned eaight to the trees around our home."
"You used to cry like a baby." Her voice softened and slowed. "I wonder what it is like to hold a baby in my arms, feel like a grown-up woman instead of sticks and bones. I remember my mother, so soft in ued pla藏书网ces— rounder, fuller, deeper. Strohan youd expect by looking."
"Tell me what they were like, my family. What happeo me?"
"When you were a boy," she began, "I watched over you. You were my charge. I knew your mother; she loved to le you on her lap as she read to you old Irish tales and called you her little man. But you were a selfish boy, stantly wanting more and desperate over any attention shown to your little sisters."
"Sisters?" I asked, not remembering.
"Twins. Baby girls."
I was grateful that she could firm there were two.
"You resented helping with them, angry that your time was not yours to do with what you pleased. Oh, such a brat. Your mother was taking care of the twins, w over your father, with no oo help her. She was worn out by it all, and that made you aill. An unhappy child ..." Her voice trailed off for a moment, and she laid her hand on my arm;
"He waited for you like a fox at the edge of a pond, and he made all sorts of mischief around the farm—a knocked-over fence, a missihe drying sheets torn from the line. He wanted your life, and the one whose turn it is brooks nument. Every eye on you for months, anticipating a moment of petulahen, you ran away from home."
Speck drew me closer, ran her fihrough my hair, laid my head in the crook of her nape.
"She asked you to wash up the babies after breakfast, so that she might have a quick bath, but you left them all alone in the house, imagihat. Now stay here and play with your dollies. Moms iub, and Ill be right outside, I so dont make any trouble. And out you stepped to toss a ball into the bright yellow sky and watch the grasshoppers scatter across the lawn before your rag feet. I wao e play with you, but someone had to watch the toddlers. I slipped inside, crouched o tertop, hoping they wouldnt notice me or do themselves a harm. They were at the curious stage and could have been opening cupboards, toying with blead furniture polish, fingering rat poison, or opening cutlery drawers to juggle with knives, etting into the liquor and drinking up all the whiskey. They were in danger, while she was ing herself in her robe and singing as she dried her hair.
"Meanwhile, you trolled the woods edge, hoping to uncover a surprise. Something large stirred among the dried carpet of leaves and shadow of branches, snapping twigs as it ran through the half-light. A rabbit? Perhaps a dog or a small deer? Your mother desded the staircase, calmly calling, and discovered the girls dang oabletop quite alone. You stood blinking into the dappled trails. From behind, a strong hand gripped your shoulder and wheeled you around. Your mother stood there, hair drippi, her face a mask of anger.
"How could you disappear like that? she asked, behind her, you could see the twins toddling across the lawn. In one ched fist, she held a wooden spoon, and knowing the trouble ahead, you ran, and she gave chase, laughing all the way. At the edge of your world, she pulled you by the arm and smacked you otom so hard, the spoon split in half."
Speck held me tighter still.
"But you have always been an imp. Your bottom hurt, and youd show her. She fixed lunch, which you refused to touothing but stony silence. As she carried her babies off for their nap, she smiled and you scowled. Then you ed up some food in a handkerchief, stuffed it in your pocket, and slipped out of the house without a sound. I followed you <samp></samp>the whole afternoon."
"Was I scared to be alone?"
"Curious, Id say. A dry creek paralleled the road for a few hundred yards before meandering off into the forest, and you followed its path, listening for the occasional chatter of the birds, watg for the chipmunks skittering through the litter. I could hear Igel signal to Béka, who whistled to our leader. As you sat on the grassy baing one of the biscuits and the rest of the cold eggs, they were gathering to e take you."
"Every time the leaves moved," I told her, "a monster was out to get me."
"East of the creekbed, there was an old chestnut, cracked and dying from the bottom up. An animal had scooped out a large hollow den, and you had to climb inside ahe humidity and the darkness must have put yht to sleep. I stood outside the whole time, hiddehe searchers almost stumbled upon you. Skittering flashlights led their dark forms as they shuffled like ghosts through the heavy air. They passed by, and soon their calls receded into the distand then into silence.
"Not long after the people faded away, the faeries ran in from all dires and stopped before me, the se the tree. The geling panted. He looked so much like you that I held my breath and wao cry. He scrambled partway into the hole, grabbed you around your bare ankle, and pulled."
She hugged me and kissed me oop of my head.
"If I ged back," I asked her, "would I ever see you again?"
Despite my questions, she would not tell me more thahought I should know, and after a while, we set to pig berries. Although the days bore traits of midsummer, theres no stopping the tilt of the globe away from the sun. Night came like a sudden clap. We walked back beh the emerging plas and stars, the pale asding moon. Half-smiles greeted our return, and I wondered why the thin children of our temporary quarters were not themselves out watg blackbirds, and dreaming their dreams. Pe bubbled on the fire, and the troupe ate from wooden bowls with wooden spoons, which they sucked . We dumped quarts of raspberries from our shirttails, ambrosia esg from the bruised fruit, and the others scooped them into their mouths, smiling and chewing, staining their lips red as kisses.
The day, Béka announced he had found our new home, "a plaaccessible to all but the most intrepid humans, a shelter where we would be safe." He led us up a steep and desolate hi<cite>９9lｉb?</cite>ll, scrabbling slate and shale from its loose, deg face, as inhospitable a heap as youd like to find. No sign of life, no trees or plants of any kind other than a few noxious weeds poking through the rubble. No bird lahere, not even for a moments rest, nor any flying i of any sort, though we would soon find out about the bats. No footprints except our leaders. St purchase for anything larger than our weary band. As we climbed, I wondered what had possessed Béka to scout out this place, let alone proclaim it home. Anyone else would have taken one look at such devastation and passed by with a shudder. Barren as the moon, the landscape lacked all feeling, and I did not see, until we were nearly upon it, the fissure in the rock. One by one, my cohorts squeezed through the crad were swallowed up in stone. Moving from the bright heat of Indian summer into the dankness of the entranceway felt as sudden as a dive into a cold pool. A. my pupils dilated in the dimness, I did not even realize to whom I addressed my question: "Where are we?"
"Its a mine," Speck said. "An old abandoned mineshaft where they dug for coal."
A pale glow sparked forth from a newly lit torch. His face a grimace of odd, unnatural shadows, Béka grinned and croaked to us all, "Wele home."
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