He must have come in after Fee. You’ve got to move him. Move him, Guig. Be a mensch and move him. I braced myself and used a foot to roll him out of the way and he came apart at the joints, emitting a gangrenous gas. I retched bile. Underneath him was a layer of dried blood, and under that was another large adult in the final stages of decomposition. Only a few fragments of skin and patches of hair adhered to the loose skeleton. If Fee’s under that she must be gone if it’s gone. Gone forever, Guig. Hopeless. Don’t count on it, they said… I dry retched again.
A voice cackled in Spang, “Bod doan dig it.”
Another, “Nadie tell’m us leave nada?”
I flashed the lampland up. Three wild grotesques bright against the black sky. Grave robbers, flashing with corpse jewels.
“Got a union carda, bod?” the third called.
They dropped down into the pit. They were armed with heavy femurs and I would make an addition to the compost, alive or dead. I had no weapon and I backed away from their advance, reaching for whatever valuables I had on me to toss to them. I kept the light in their eyes to blind them but they merely squinted and hefted the thighbones. We’ll meet again v. soon, Fee.
My digging must have introduced enough air into the compost to trigger combustion. A flicker of fire-fang welled up from the cavity and spread over the entire pit. The three goons went up a wall, burning. I went up the opposite wall, burning. While they were putting themselves out, I got myself out of El Arrivederci. Only then did I start slapping and beating.
I didn’t have to do any talking when I rejoined the Group in the tepee. They knew. They didn’t ask questions, even about the condition I was in; clothes nearly burned off, hair nearly burned off, blistering and stinking of compost. They got up quietly, took a last look at the Chief, who’d been cleaned up, and whispered their sympathy to Natoma. Then they left to return to their own life-styles. Why did they whisper? It wasn’t a funeral; just a delay in Sequoya’s life. Y. I’m so vivo. There was a delay in mine coming, too.
“I’ll have to help you bathe and change.” Natoma smiled. “I have two babies on my hands.”
“Thank you. This one is a v. tired baby.”
“And then you’ll sleep.”
“I don’t dare, love. If I go to sleep now it’ll be for a week. We’ve got to get our brother home first.”
“That’s not wise, Edward. You’re still driving too hard.”
“I know you’re right. I — You were right about Fee. I should have listened.”
“You don’t know how right,” she said in a curious tone. I was too exhausted to make anything of it.
“But please let me wrap up the whole package tonight. Then we can be together again, alone. You don’t know how I’ve missed you.”
Natoma cried out. The three cryos had entered the tepee silently, carrying a heavy burden wrapped in plastic. No warning from the wolves; M’bantu had taken them with him. I stared. The cryos were still blind but now moved with assurance. The new computer connection, perhaps?
“This is the sister? Your wife?” They seemed to be aware of everything.
“Y.”
“She must not fear. Tell her who we are.”
“I’ve told her already.”
“And will she trust us, too?”
“You saved my brother,” Natoma said.
“As he saved us.”
“Then I must — No. Then I do trust you.”
“She’s a good woman, Curzon, and brave. We know now how our appearance shocks people. You must go, all three of you. There will be a pyre behind this tent and you should not see it.”
“That’s the Rajah?”
“Yes. His rot is not for the compost; only for burning.”
“But why here?”
“We will live here. We’ve taken over everything for Sequoya; his home as well. With his sister’s permission?”
“You have it,” Natoma said.
“Then go, please. We have much to do here, and even more to do directing the Extro. For that we need solitude.”
“Solitude? Won’t you work in the complex?”
“N need. We can control the Extro on our wavelength from anywhere. We’ve programmed it to respond to our electronic valence.”
“My God! You’ll be like God Himself.”
“No. God is neither man nor woman.”
“Then what is God?”
“God is Friend.”
It was hell for Mr. and Ms. Edward Curzon getting brother into another pogo and worse getting him into a linear to Erie and off. The Shoshoni were on duty at the west gate and they lent a hand without asking any questions, for which I gave them good marks. They hovered us to the marble wickiup, carried Sequoya in, and put him down on a couch. He wet the couch. Mama looked him over and began to sob in Cherokee. The kids ran in, wide-eyed. Mama snapped an order at them. They ran out and in a few moments the Sachem entered. He looked.
“It’s all yours,” I said to Natoma. “You’ll have to explain. Give them as much of the picture as they’ll be able to understand. I don’t think you should mention the Moleman bit. That’s too much.”
I left, went to the wall where Sequoya and I had sat together so long ago, and let the morning sun warm me. After a couple of hours Natoma came out, looked around, found me, and came and sat down alongside me. She was subdued and depressed. I didn’t say anything.
At last she said, “I explained.”
“I knew you could. What did you tell them?”
“That you and my brother were doing scientific research with a computer and he had an accident.”
“Good enough. How did they take it?”
“Not very well.”
“I don’t blame them. Their splendid, brilliant son. I hope they live long enough to see him become what he was.”
“My father says this would never have happened if he hadn’t met you.”
“I never knew it would turn out like this. How could I? Grant me that.”
“My father says you have taken his son away from him.”
I sighed.
“My father says now you must replace him.”
“What!”
“You must be his son.”
“How?”
“Here.”
“On the reservation?”
“Yes. Here. In Erie. You must never leave.”
“Dio!”
“And Sequoya will be your son. You must raise him and bring him back to what he was.”
“But that will take years out of my life.”
“Yes.”
“That’s a hell of a sacrifice.”
“Yes, but what about mine?”
“Yours?”
“I’ll have to become a squaw again.”
“Not to me. Never.”
“But to Erie, always.”
“Dearest love, he’s in good hands. We can go away; to Brazil, Ceres, the Corridor, Mexas, Africa. We have the whole solar before us and you haven’t seen all of it yet. Yes?”
“No, Edward. I must stay and help, but you can go away.”
“From you? Never.”
“Then you’ll stay and do what father says?”
“Yes, damn it. Goddamn it, yes, I’ll stay, and you knew I would. All this pussyfooting around!”
She looked at her naked toes. “I love you for a hundred reasons. Most now because you never let me down. You never will.”
“Never.”
“Now I’ll tell you something I promised never to tell. It’s your reward.”