`She says you can't ever be done with it' Nest paused, moving a French fry around in a paper cup filled with ketchup. 'Here's the part that bothers me–the reason I came looking for you, I guess. She says you've had a dream, and the events of the dream will take place on Halloween. She says your involvement with the dream will place you in danger of becoming ensnared by the Void.'
She watched his reaction closely. He said nothing, but she could tell at once that he knew what she was talking about, that in fact there had been a dream, and that in some way he was a part of it.
`The Lady told Ariel something else, John. She told her she will never let that happen, she will never allow a Knight of the Word to be subverted. She has sent someone to prevent it'
A flicker of recognition crossed his lean face.
`The way you were sent to me maybe, five years ago' she finished quietly.
For an instant she thought he would tell her everything. She could see in his eyes that he wanted to, that a part of him was looking for a way. But he stayed silent. She watched him a moment longer, then went back to eating. The voices around them filled the sudden silence.
`She told you all this?' His anger was faced with irony. `When I went back to Wales and the Fairy Glen to ask her to release me from my duty, she wouldn't even speak to me'
Nest said nothing, didn't even look up at him, continuing to eat.
`All the times I waited for her to come to me, to tell roe what I had to d4, to help me …' He trailed off, staring fixedly at her. `Nothing is going to happen; he said finally.
She nodded. `But you know about the dream, don't you?'
`It's only a dream. It won't happen. It can't happen, because I won't let it"
She straightened and locked her eves on his. 'You taught me about being strong, John. I learned that from you in Hopewell. But I learned about caution, as well. You don't seem cautious enough to me- You think you can't be hurt, no matter what, unless you do something to invite it.. But I don't think that's how life works:
`I think I can control what I do.' he snapped. `That's all I'm saying:
She shook her head. `What if Stefanies life is threatened, and you have to choose between doing what the Void wants air letting her die? What will you do? If you lave her as much as you say, what will you do? l don't think you can just shrug this off. Pushing back his lunch, he shook his head emphatically. `I'm
not shrugging anything off. I'm not taking this lightly. But there's
no reason for the Void to try to subvert me. I'm worthless. I have
nothing left to give. I gave up everything already:
She looked at him. `Did you?' She looked over very deliberately at the black staff, resting against the window ledge beside him.
`It doesn't work; he insisted quietly, but she could tell from
the way he said it that he was hedging.
`What if the Lady has sent someone to kill you, just to be
sure you don't switch sides?' She flushed. Are we going to pretend
that what happened five years ago couldn't happen again today?
That war between the Word and the Void is still going on, and the
creatures that fight in it still exist. There are still feeders out there,
multiplying in the wake of the bad things that happen. Humans
are still working hard at destroying themselves. Nothing has
changed, John. You act as if it has. The fact that your life is different doesn't mean the world is. And it doesn't mean your connection to it has stopped having significance. Some things you can't walk away from. Wasn't that the lesson you taught me?'
He stared at her for a moment without replying, then shook
his head. `It isn't the same'
He was lying to himself, and he didn't even realize it. She saw
it clearly, a truth so obvious that she was appalled. Why was he
refusing to listen to her? She remembered him as being so clear
headed, so focused on the reality of the world's harsh demands and
unexpected treacheries. What had happened to him?
`Did you know there's a demon in Pioneer Square?' she asked
quietly.
That got his attention. She watched his reaction with satisfaction, a quick shifting of the pale green eyes, a hint of shock and disbelief on the angular face. `It was hunting homeless people last night in the catacombs of the old city. I was out walking with Ariel, after midnight, because I couldn't sleep. We could hear its victims screaming:
`You didn't see it?'
She shook her head. Ariel could smell it. She wouldn't let me go after it. She was terrified'
He glanced down at his food. `Maybe she was mistaken'
Nest gave him a moment to consider what he had said, then replied, `Maybe she wasn't'
She could tell what he was thinking. He was wondering what a demon would be doing so close to home. He was wondering why he hadn't known, then deciding it was because he had given up his position as a Knight of the Word, then realizing how vulnerable that made him. She let him work it through, saying nothing.
`If there is a demon, it has nothing to do with me,' he said after a moment, sounding like a man trying hard to convince himself.
She finished her iced tea and looked over at him. `You don't believe that for a moment: She paused. `You wouldn't care to tell me about your dream, would you?'
He shook his head.
She smiled. `Okay, John. I did my good deed. I came here to warn you, and I've warned you. The rest is up to you. I'm here until tomorrow. We can talk about this some more, if you'd like. Just give me a call. I'm staying at the Alexis'
She rose. It was better to leave things where they were, not to say anything more, to let him think about it. He stared at her, perplexed by her abruptness. She reached for her purse. `Can I help pay for the lunch?'
He shook his head quickly. `Wait, I'll walk back with you:
'I'm not going back,' she said. `f m staying down on the waterfront for a while, have a look around:
They stared at each other, neither saying anything. She could see the indecision mirrored in his green eyes. `You believe what she's saying about me, don't you?' he asked finally. `What the Lady's saying?'
`I don't know that I do,' she answered him. `I don't know what I believe. It's difficult to decide. But I think you have to look carefully at the possibility that she might be telling you the truth. I think you have to protect yourself.'
He reached for his staff and levered himself to his feet. The waitress saw them rise, and she came over to give them the check. Ross took it, thanking her. When she was gone, he held out his hand to Nest.
`I'm glad you came, Nest. Whether or not it turns out there was a good reason for it, I'm glad you came. I've wondered about you often'
She nodded, brushing back her curly hair. `I've wondered about you, too.'
`I didn't like leaving things with you in Hopewell the way I did. I've always felt bad about that'
She smiled. `It's over with, John.'
'Sometimes it doesn't feel as if any of it will ever be over, as if the past will ever really be the past' He stepped around the table and bent to kiss her cheek. `I'll think about what you've told me, I promise. I'll think about it carefully. And I'll talk with you before you leave'
`All right' she said, content to leave it at that.
They left together, walking out into the brilliant afternoon sunshine and coolish fall air, and he left her standing on the sidewalk in front of the harbour tours ticket booth, then limped across the street for the trolley. He looked older to her then, as if he had aged all at once, his movements more studied, his stoop more pronounced. She wished she could do more to help him with this, but she had done everything she could think to do.