"One of them?"
"There were a number of us back then, and the Adversary had his fellow plotters as well."
"But now it's just the two of you?"
"We're the only two to survive—for different reasons."
"You said you thought you'd killed him."
"Yes, but he managed a rebirth—"
"Besides the one in sixty-eight?"
A nod. "He's resourceful and resilient. We battled for centuries across surreal landscapes that would now be called dreamlike—or nightmarish. Neither side could gain the advantage. In a desperate move, the Otherness created the q'qr race."
"Cooker? You mean Kicker?"
"No. Kicker is Thompson's mangling of an ancient word." He spelled it for Jack, then pronounced it again.
Jack almost leaped from his seat. "Q'qr! I saw that in the Compendium. It called the Kicker Man 'the sign of the q'qr.' And under that it had some sort of poem about the q'qr."
" 'The Q'qr died yet lived on… the Q'qr is gone yet remains.' Something like that?"
"Yeah. That and more."
" 'The Song of the Q'qr.' A cautionary tale."
"Well, it's hard to be cautioned when you don't know what they're talking about."
Like much of what Jack had read in the Compendium, it assumed the reader shared the same reference base.
"The Otherness took a horde of its followers and inserted something of itself into their DNA."
"Did you even know about DNA back then?"
"We called it something else. Our life sciences were advanced, but the Otherness and the Ally blocked advances in weaponry, leaving us with only points and edges to fight with. Which often were not enough against waves of creatures part human and part Otherness."
"Like a rakosh?"
Veilleur shook his head. "The rakoshi were built from the ground up, so to speak; the q'qr were, in the current parlance, retrofitted. They were savage, vicious, their appearance fearsome—large and hairy, with fanged snouts. But their most terrifying feature was their two extra limbs."
"Four arms—the Kicker Man."
"Yes. But their extra limbs were boneless, tentacular, which made them all the more terrifying. What you call the Kicker Man was their symbol. They would draw it in blood wherever they had slaughtered humans—an almost continuous occurrence. They lived to kill and breed, and were prolific at both."
"How'd you stop them?"
"As I said, First Age weaponry was primitive, but our life sciences were advanced. The adepts began searching for an infection that would kill q'qr and spare humans. They were half successfuclass="underline" They created an agent that turned out to be deadly only to q'qr females."
Jack winced at what he saw coming. "With no females around, the q'qr males must have gone after human women."
"An unforeseen consequence. The males would tear through villages and towns, killing all the men and children and raping the women, hoping for at least some half-breeds to add to their ranks. But only a q'qr female could give birth to q'qr children. The raped women gave birth to human children—at least they looked human. Their mothers' DNA had commingled with the remnants of human DNA in the q'qr, but had quarantined the Otherness-created genes. The children seemed fully human but they carried what came to be known as the Taint. After the q'qr were defeated, the Taints were segregated—given their own land apart from the untainted population."
"But if they were segregated, how did the Taint spread?"
"The cataclysm. When its q'qr strategy failed, the Otherness lashed out at humanity, causing global geological and climatological upheavals that wiped out First Age civilization and most of humanity along with it. The surviving humans—pure-blood and Taint alike—huddled together and interbred, and spread out from there."
Jack shook his head. "This sounds like Velikovsky stuff. I mean, I used to be into anthropology and this goes against all the accepted theories."
Veilleur seemed unperturbed. "I imagine it does. But that's why it's called the Secret History of the World."
"Come on. There's gotta be some trace of the First Age somewhere."
Jack remembered a strange object he'd found in the Pine Barrens as a kid, possibly a leftover from that time. But it had disappeared.
"I'm sure there is, but not much. The upheavals were colossal and extensive. The Adversary and I barely escaped with our lives—all my fellow paladins perished. So whatever little is left is buried deep." He paused. "And yet… not so deep. Every human religion from the Sumerians to the Babylonians to the Jews has a cleansing cataclysm in its mythology—usually a flood. And even the q'qr live on in a way. Look at Hinduism—arguably the oldest established religion. Its pantheon includes gods like Shiva the Destroyer, Indra the god of lightning, Yama the god of the dead, and the most fearsome of all, Kali the blood queen. And what do they have in common?"
Jack didn't know Indra and Yama, but had seen pictures of Shiva, and knew Kali all too well. The answer gave him a chill.
"Four arms."
"Exactly."
They sat in silence for a while. Jack didn't know what Veilleur was thinking, but his own thoughts were awhirl. Finally…
"So we all carry this Taint."
Veilleur shrugged. "I suppose the laws of probability dictate that some people must be Taint free, but you can't tell by looking at them."
"Can you think of any purpose for a super-tainted baby?"
He shook his head. "Not one."
"Then why did Jonah Stevens—" Jack suddenly remembered something. "Wait… the other night… you seemed to recognize his name."
"I do. He was the Preparer of the Way for the Adversary's rebirth. And after he was born, Jonah protected him while his mother raised him."
Jack slapped the table. "Then Ras—I mean the Adversary must be behind the baby."
Another head shake. "I don't think so. I believe the Adversary murdered Jonah not too long after he'd set his plan in motion."
"Murdered? I heard it was an accident."
"Accidents can be arranged. I believe Jonah Stevens had it in his head that his super-tainted offspring could take the Adversary's place. The Adversary found out and eliminated him."
"Then I guess that now that the baby is on its way, he'll want to eliminate it as well."
That meant even more competition in the hunt for Dawn Pickering and her unborn child. First Hank and his crew, and now maybe Rasalom as well.
A teenage girl with no idea what she's carrying, clueless as to all the wheels she's set in motion.
Dawn—Dawn—Dawn… Where the hell are you?
"A woman!" cried the Seer. "A woman with child!"
Toru Akechi chewed his upper lip in worry as he watched the legless, half-naked Seer writhing on the futon. His anxiety stemmed from his elimination of Tadasu yesterday. As one of the Order's sensei, he had great latitude with his charges, but that stopped well short of pronouncing a death sentence. He had done what he had done for the good of the Order, but he had not had the approval of the Elders. No member of the Order could be eliminated without that.
He worried that the Seer might learn of it and tell the Elders assembled here. As far as Toru knew, the Sighting potion allowed only visions of the future, but still…
The Seer sat up, swiveling his eyeless face back and forth.