‘Greetings,’ Shimmer called.
The woman did not react; her dark eyes stared dreamily straight through Shimmer as if she did not see her. After a moment, the girl reached up and tugged on the woman’s robes. Blinking, she glanced down, and smiled. ‘Yes, child?’
The girl pointed to Shimmer.
The woman looked up, her gaze searching, then she raised her brows, nodding. ‘Ah, Shimmer. You have wandered far indeed. I am encouraged. I had forgotten that all you Avowed possess an intuition of what resides here.’
‘And that is?’
‘Why, everything that was, is, or ever will be, of course.’
Shimmer blinked. ‘I’m sorry …?’
The woman raised a hand to the mound behind her. ‘Are the colours not beautiful? They are powders, you know. They refresh them almost daily. The designs are wonderful. From the top you can see the Inner Circle of the Yan. It is set out in a mosaic of fired coloured bricks.’
The small hairs on Shimmer’s neck and arms stirred to stand on end. ‘I’m sorry. I saw no brick walkway. The jungle has consumed it.’
The woman nodded readily. ‘Of course. It will and has. The waters come to inundate the lowlands. Or is it the land sinking? I do not know for certain. What of the people crowding the way for market? You do not see them?’
‘No. I am sorry …’
‘Ah. They too shall pass away as well, of course. Yet they remain, for I see them even now as I see you. Why should you possess any more reality than they who also walk these same streets?’
Shimmer studied the woman more closely; her utter self-possession raised all kinds of alarms in her instincts. She decided to follow this intuition. ‘Am I to understand,’ she began respectfully, ‘that I am addressing Ardata herself?’
Smiling, the woman inclined her head. ‘Of course. I am further encouraged.’
Shimmer bowed — not so much out of respect as out of the knowledge that here was a power that every Ascendant, in every written account she knew, spoke of with great care indeed. ‘We have been waiting. K’azz is here. Shall I bring you to him?’
The goddess shook her head. ‘No, Shimmer. There is time for that. We are speaking now, you and I alone, because I wish it.’
Shimmer remembered the extreme caution counselled by K’azz regarding any face to face encounter with the Queen of Witches. She also remembered how it was universally claimed that this creature possessed the power to grant any wish one may desire. That thought alone almost completely choked her throat closed. She inclined her head and spoke, her voice rather hoarse: ‘How may I be of service?’
Ardata gestured to the fallen trunk at her side. ‘Sit with me, Shimmer. We must talk, you and I.’
‘And I?’ the girl asked, demonstrating a delicacy far beyond her years.
‘You may remain, Lek. If you wish.’
The girl stood awkwardly. ‘I will leave you to speak alone.’ She walked off with a shuffling slow gait and Shimmer realized that she was another of the lame and cast-out to whom Ardata perhaps offered a special sanctuary.
‘She is wise beyond her years,’ Shimmer observed.
‘Yes, she is.’ Ardata once more invited her to sit and she did so, rather quickly. The goddess turned to her and set her hands together upon her lap, regarding her closely. ‘You wonder what it is I desire of your commander,’ she said.
Shimmer was quite startled by the woman’s directness. She stammered, almost blushing, ‘Yes. I — yes. Even though I understand it is not my concern.’
‘Not your concern? Well, we shall see. I confess it started with Skinner. When he arrived commanding his company of the Avowed I was quite taken. I had given up the hope of ever finding anyone to stand by my side yet here was one who possibly could.’
Her gaze narrowed while she examined Shimmer and a thin smile crooked up her lips. ‘Ah … I see that I am not alone in having looked to him in such a manner. You, too, desired him for a time. But you have since given your loyalty and regard … elsewhere.’
She paused there, her expression darkening, her mouth clenched. Sensing the force of this being’s disapproval, Shimmer wondered then how anyone could withstand it. Even Skinner.
‘I gave of myself,’ Ardata continued. ‘But he did not. I chose poorly.’ She plucked at her robes to adjust them. ‘Such has always been my curse.’ She was quiet again for a time, peering aside as if listening to another voice. ‘I understand now that he is not the one. That it had been K’azz, really, all along that I detected in him.’ She shifted to face Shimmer more directly. ‘So this brings us to my question. I am going to make the same offer to your commander. And my question is — what will you do?’
Shimmer was quite taken aback. If this being truly could plumb the depths of her mind or heart then surely she had no need for any such questioning. She was also quite offended. What business was it of Ardata’s? Anything between her and K’azz was their concern, not hers. Just as what might transpire between K’azz and Ardata was not for her to approve or disapprove.
A sudden panic made her dizzy as the suspicion dawned that this being before her possessed no grasp whatsoever of the human heart. She might see what lay within, but as to how the heart worked, and why … she was completely at sea. Utterly alien and utterly inhuman. K’azz’s earlier warnings regarding her sounded again and she understood. No common points of reference whatsoever. How we must frustrate her. Our actions and choices must be completely inexplicable to her. Even if she could read our thoughts — if she could — she must have no understanding of what drives those thoughts or actions.
Shimmer almost felt sorry for her. Almost. She cleared her constricted throat as she suddenly found it very difficult to speak. ‘That would be his choice, of course. I would have no say in the matter and would abide by his decision.’
‘Really?’ Ardata peered at her as if she were some sort of curious insect. Which, it occurred to Shimmer, humans may very well be to her.
The Queen of Witches was nodding to herself, gazing off as if distracted. ‘We shall see,’ she said. ‘I must think on this for a time.’ She waved to the girl where she sat among the trees nearby. ‘In the meantime Lek here will show you back to your companions.’
Shimmer bowed. ‘Until then.’
But Ardata appeared to have already dismissed her, or shifted her attention entirely away. Her deep night-black eyes were looking through her again as if she did not exist. Shimmer was quite startled when the child took her hand. ‘This way.’
‘Thank you, Lek.’
Shimmer adjusted her pace to the girl’s slow shuffle. She examined her composed expression, the shaved scalp and single long braid falling to one shoulder. ‘You are from a village nearby?’ she asked.
‘There are no villages nearby. Once there were many, but a great sickness came and almost no one was left. There was no one to mind the canals or reservoirs, to harvest the crops, or to repair the structures. Everyone went their own way. And the jungle came.’
‘I see. I’m sorry, Lek.’
‘Why? It is natural. It has happened before and shall happen again. Or ought to.’ She peered up at her, very serious. ‘You cannot hold back time for ever. Can you?’
Shimmer frowned. What an odd sentiment. Yet another oblique message for her? ‘I suppose not,’ she agreed.
The child beamed. ‘I am glad you agree.’ She peered up again, shyly. ‘You are a soldier. You must be very brave.’
Shimmer took in the outline of the girl’s twisted legs beneath her robes, her covered oddly shaped feet. Yet here she is leading me, a stranger, unselfconscious. ‘As are you, Lek.’
The girl blushed furiously and lowered her gaze as if embarrassed. She stopped then, pointing. ‘Your friends are over there.’
But Shimmer hardly heard her for she was staring at the girl’s naked arm where the robes had fallen away. It was misshapen, swollen, the flesh grey and pebbled. Lek caught her gaze, whipped her arm away, turned, and ran as fast as she could in her clumsy walk.