Galilee reached for his brandy bottle, which had rolled into the gunnel, and drank from it. "The thought of you doing anything for anybody's sake but your own," he replied.
Cesaria ignored the barb. This is shameful behavior, she said. Turning your back on a woman who feels something for you, the way Rachel does.
"Since when have you given a damn what a human being felt?"
Maybe I'm getting sentimental in my old age. You've found an extraordinary woman. And what do you do? You try to kill yourself. I despair of you. Her voice dropped as she spoke these last words, and the boards of The Samarkand trembled at their timbre. I truly despair of you.
"So despair," Galilee replied. "I don't give a shit. Leave me alone and let me die." He waved her away as he spoke, his head sinking down so that his face was pressed to the boards of the deck. He was no longer looking at her, but he knew of course that she hadn't departed. He felt the emanations of her power coming against him, subtle and rhythmical. Though she was just a vision here, she'd carried with her a measure of her physical authority.
"What are you waiting for?" he said to her, without raising his head.
I don't exactly know, she replied. I suppose I keep hoping you 'II remember who you are.
"I know who I am…" he growled.
THEN RAISE YOUR HEAD. The boat shook from bow to stern when she uttered these words; fish in the deeps below convulsed. But Galilee was unimpressed; at least, he didn't obey the instruction. He stayed put, face down.
You 're a wretch, she told him.
"No doubt," he murmured.
A selfish, willful-
"No doubt," he said again. "I'm the worst piece of shit that ever floated on the ocean. So now will you please leave me the fuck alone?'
The boat shook again when he spoke, though not as violently. There were a few moments of silence between them. Finally he glanced sideways at her. "You've got plenty of other children," Galilee said. "Why don't you torment them?"
They don't mean what you mean to me, Cesaria said. You know that. Maddox is a half-breed, Luman's crazy, and the women… She shook her head. Well, they're not what I had in mind when I raised them.
Galilee lifted his head a little. "Poor mother. What a disappointment we are. You wanted perfection and look what you got." He raised himself up now, into a kneeling position. "Of course none of it's your fault is it? You're never to blame for anything."
I'll were guiltless I wouldn't be here, she said. I made my mistakes, especially with you. You were the first, so I spoiled you. I indulged you. I loved you too much.
"You loved me too much?"
Yes! Too much! I couldn 't see what a monster you were.
"Now I'm a monster?"
I know what you've done all these years-
"You don't know the half. I've got more innocent blood on my hands-"
I don't care about that! It's the squandering that appalls me. The time you've wasted.
"And what should I have been doing instead? Raising horses?"
Don't bring your father into this. This has nothing to do-
"It has everything to do with him." He reached out and caught hold of the toppled mast, hauling himself to his feet. "He's the one who really disappointed you. We're just getting the aftermath."
Now it was Cesaria who averted her eyes, staring off across the water.
"Did I touch a nerve?" Galilee said. Cesaria didn't reply. "I did, didn't I?"
Whatever happened between your father and me is over and
done with. Lord knows I loved him. And I worked to make him happy.
"Well you failed."
She narrowed her eyes. He was certain another boat-shaking assault was on its way, but no: when she replied she did so softly, the sound of her voice almost drowned out by the slop of the waves against the hull.
Yes I failed… she said… and I've paid for my failure with years of loneliness. Years when I might have expected my firstborn to be some comfort to me.
"You drove me out, mother. You told me if I set foot in L'Enfant ever again you'd kill me."
I never said that.
"Oh yes you did. You ask Marietta."
I don't trust her opinion on anything. She's as willful as you. I should have torn you both out of my womb with my own hands.
"Oh Christ, mother, not the womb speech! I've heard it all before! You regret having me and I regret being born. So where does that leave us?"
Where it always leaves us, Cesaria said after a moment, at each other's throats. She sighed, and the sea shuddered. 1 can see this is a waste of time. You're never going to understand. And maybe it's better this way. You've done enough damage for a hundred men-
"I thought you didn't care about the blood I'd spilled?"
It's not spilled blood I'm talking about. It's the broken hearts. She paused, touching her fingers to her lips, stroking them. She deserves someone who'll care for her. Stay with her. Right to the end. You don't have what it takes to do that. You're all talk. Just like your father.
Galilee had no reply to this. Just as his earlier remark about "the aftermath" had struck a nerve, this little stab found its place. She saw what she'd done too; and made it her cue to depart.
I'll leave you to your martyrdom, she said, turning from him. Her image, which had appeared quite solid until now seemed to shake like a torn sail. In a few gusts it would be carried away.
"Wait," Galilee said.
Cesaria's image continued to flutter, but her eyes fixed upon her son like driven nails. The moment she looked away, he knew, she'd be gone. Only her scrutiny was keeping her here.
What now? she said.
"Even if I wanted to go back to her…"
Yes?
"… I don't have the means. I destroyed everything on board."
You didn't leave yourself so much as a raft?
"I didn't plan to change my mind."
Cesaria raised her chin two or three inches, regarding him imperiously down her nose. But now you have?
Galilee couldn't stand the piercing stare any longer. He looked down at the deck. "I suppose… if I could…" he said quietly, "I'd like to see Rachel again…"
She's waiting for you, not six hundred miles from here.
"Six hundred?"
On the island.
"What's she doing there?"
I sent her there. I told her I'd do my best to send you to her.
"And how do you intend to do that?"
I'm not certain I can. But I can try. If I fail, you'll drown. But you were ready for that anyway. Galilee gave her a troubled glance. You're not so ready now, are you?
"No," he confessed. "I'm not so ready."
You'd like to live.
"Yes… I suppose I would…"
But, Atva-
This was the first time in the exchange she'd used the name he'd been baptized with; it made what followed ring like an edict.
I'll do this and you grow bored with her and desert her-
"I won't."
I'm saying: if you do, Atva, and I hear about it, I swear I'll find you and I'll drag you back to the shore where we baptized you and I will make it my business to drown you. Do you understand me? She said none of this with great drama; it was simply a statement of fact.