"I did what was necessary."
"You stole something from her-1 know not what-as you have stolen from everyone you have known. Is there anyone you count as friend, Jack? Anyone from whom you have taken nothing but given something?"
"Yes," he replied. "He sits atop Mount Panicus, half of stone and half I know not what. Many times have I visited him and tried with all my powers to free him. Yet even the Key has proven insufficient."
"Morningstar..." she said. "Yes, it is fitting that your one friend should be the accursed of the gods."
"Rosie, why do you chastise me? I am offering to make up in any way that I can for what you have suffered on my account or any other."
"That woman I saw... Would you restore her to whatever she was before you stole from her-if that was what I most desired of you?"
"Perhaps," said Jack, "but I doubt you would ask it. Were I to do so, I feel that she would be hopelessly mad."
"Why?"
"Because of things she has seen and felt."
"Were you responsible for these things?"
"Yes, but she had them coming."
"No human soul deserves the suffering I saw walking behind her."
"Souls! Talk to me not of souls! Or of suffering either! Are you boasting that you have a soul and I do not? Or do you think I know nothing of suffering myself?-You are correct, though, in your observation concerning her. She is part human."
"But you have a soul, Jack. I brought it with me."
"I am afraid I do not understand..."
"You left yours behind in the Dung Pits of Glyve, as all darksiders do. I fetched yours out, though, in case you wanted it one day."
"You are joking, of course."
"No."
"Then how did you know it was mine?"
"I am a Wise Woman."
"Let me see it."
He mashed out his cigarette while she undid her parcel of belongings. She withdrew a small object wrapped in a piece of clean cloth. She opened the cloth and held it in the palm of her hand.
"That thing?" he said; and he began to laugh.
It was a gray sphere which began to brighten with exposure to the light, first becoming shiny and mirror-like, then translucent; colors began to shift across its surface.
"It's just a stone," he said.
"It was with you on your awakening in the Pits, was it not?"
"Yes. I had it in my hand."
"Why did you leave it behind?"
"Why not?"
"Was it not with you each time that you awakened in Glyve?"
"What of it?"
"It contains your soul. You may wish to be united with it one day."
"That's a soul? What am I supposed to do with it? Carry it around in my pocket?"
"You could do better than leave it on a pile of offal."
"Give it to me!"
He snatched it from her hand and stared at it.
"That's no soul," he said. "It is a singularly unattractive piece of rock, or perhaps the egg of a giant dung beetle. It even smells like the Pits!"
He drew his arm back to hurl it from him.
"Don't!" she cried. "It's your-soul..." she finished softly, as it struck against the stone wall and shattered.
Quickly, he turned his head away.
"I might have known," she said. "None of you really want them. You least of all. You must admit that there was something more to it than a simple stone or an egg or else you would not have acted with such instant rage. You sensed something personal and threatening about it. Didn't you?"
But he did not answer her. He had slowly turned his head in the direction of the broken thing and he was staring. She followed his gaze.
A misty cloud had emerged from the thing, spreading upward and outward. Now it hovered above it. It had ceased its movement and had begun to take color. As they watched, the outline of a man-like form began to appear.
Fascinated, Jack continued to stare as he saw that the deepening features were his own. It took on more and more of the appearance of solidity until it seemed that he regarded a twin.
"What spirit are you?" he inquired, his throat dry.
"Jack," it replied weakly.
"I am Jack," he said. "Who are you?"
"Jack," it repeated.
Turning to Rosalie, he snarled, "You brought it here! You banish it!"
"I cannot," she said, running a hand through her hair, then dropping it to her lap, where it joined the other and began a wringing motion. "It is yours."
"Why didn't you leave the damned thing where you found it? Where it belonged?"
"It didn't belong there," she said. "It is yours."
Turning back, he said, "You there! Are you a soul?"
"Wait a moment, will you?" it said. "I'm just putting things together.-Yes. Now that I think of it, I believe I am a soul."
"Whose?"
"Yours, Jack."
"Great," said Jack. "You've really paid me back, haven't you, Rosie? What the hell am I going to do with a soul? How do you get rid of one? If I die while this thing is loose, there is no return for me."
"I don't know what to tell you," she said. "I thought it was the right thing to do-when I went looking for it and found it-to bring it to you and give it to you."
"Why?"
"I told you long ago that the Baron was always kind to old Rosie. You hung him upside down and opened his belly when you took his realm. I cried, Jack. He was the only one who'd been kind to me for a long while.- I'd heard much of your doings, and none of what I heard was good. With the power you have, it is so easy to hurt so many; and you have been doing it. I thought that if I went and found you a soul it might soften your disposition."
"Rosalie, Rosalie." He sighed. "You're a fool. You meant well, but you're a fool."
"Perhaps," she answered, squeezing her hands together tightly and looking back at the soul, which stood staring.
"Soul," said Jack, turning toward it again, "you've been listening. Do you have any suggestions?"
"I have only one desire."
"What is that?"
"To be united with you. To go through life with you, comforting and cautioning, and-"
"Wait a moment," said Jack, raising his hand. "What does it require for you to be united wit me?"
"Your consent."
Jack smiled. He lit a cigarette, his hands ? trembling slightly.
"What if I were to withhold my consent?" he asked.
"Then I would become a wanderer. I would follow you at a distance, unable to comfort you and caution you, unable-"
"Great," said Jack. "I withhold my consent. Get out of here."
"Are you joking? That's a hell of a way to treat a soul. Here I am, waiting to comfort and caution you, and you kick me out. What will people say? There goes Jack's soul,' they'll say, 'poor thing. Consorting with elementals and lower astrals and-' "
"Clear out," Jack said. "I can do without you. I know all about you sneaky bastards. You make people change. Well, I don't want to change. I'm happy the way I am. You're a mistake. Go back to the Dung Pits. Go wherever you want. Do whatever you want. Just go away. Leave me alone."
"You really mean it."
"That's right. I'll even get you a pretty new crystal, if you would prefer curling up inside one of those."
"It is too late for that."
"Well, that is the best I can offer."
"If you do not wish to be united with me, please do not throw me out like a vagabond. Let me stay here with you. Perhaps I can comfort and caution and counsel this way, and then you might see my value and change your mind."
"Get out!"
"What if I refuse to go? What if I simply force my attentions upon you?"
"Then," said Jack, "I would expose you to the most destructive powers of the Key, sections I've never essayed before."
"You would destroy your own soul?"
"You're damned right! Go away!"
It turned then toward the wall and vanished.
"So much for souls," said Jack. "Now we'll find you a chamber and some servants, and we'll see a feast prepared."
"No," she said. "I wanted to see you. Very well, I've seen you. I wanted to bring you a thing, and I've delivered it. That is all."