“Get it down. Get it down now,” I said, my voice a thin, hoarse whisper. “Oh God.” I turned, my stomach heaving again, but nothing came out. Rash pulled my hair back from my face and held me for a moment.
Careen came bounding towards us just as Rash poked the carcass with a stick, and it fell in a sloshy heap at the foot of the tree. Her face flooded with relief. Pelo was right behind her.
This was where we had started. This meant we had to be directly in front of the cave.
I broke off a few pine branches still heavy with needles and laid them over the deer’s torso. Pelo patted me on the back and did the same. “Life given and life taken,” he muttered. I rolled my eyes at him, wondering how I could be related to someone so weird.
*****
In the light of day, free of slamming winds and snow, the cliff should have looked less imposing, more manageable. It didn’t. When I looked at it now, I thought maybe we flew up there the night we dragged an unconscious Pietre into the cave. It seemed just as likely. I grabbed Careen around the waist and pulled her close to me. She giggled. “Can you believe it?” I asked, my eyes tracking up and down the black mass.
“No, I really can’t. It’s a lot blacker than I remember. But then it was dark,” she said. Rash raised his eyebrows at her nonsensical statement. I laughed shortly, cut off by the sound of shuffling and moaning coming from the cave entrance.
Pietre’s face appeared, framed by shadow. Squinting into the light, he slid on his belly like a snake towards the edge, his face green and ghostly.
Rash expelled a complicated series of swear words before scrambling up the cliff. When he got to the top, he dragged the soldier’s weak body up to lean against the wall before Pietre fell over the precipice like a blob of snow. He looked thinner, greener, sweatier and, if it was possible, angrier. But he was alive. He drew his hand back mechanically, his purplish swollen face set in a menacing grin.
Poor Rash, the whir of the stunner warming up was not warning enough, and he was propelled into the opposite wall before anyone could do a thing.
It took us a moment to react before scratching our way up the cliff, copying Rash’s adept moves. Careen reached the top first, breathless but happy, and Pietre’s eyes softened when he saw her. They collapsed together in an awkward embrace, Careen straddling Pietre to avoid his leg.
Rash lay crumpled against the cave wall, his eyes closed, his mouth pursed in pain. I shook him, but he didn’t wake. I turned to glare at Pietre. “He was trying to help you.”
Pietre ignored me and returned to Careen. “Did you complete the mission?” he asked, kissing her in between each word.
Pelo stepped forward, and Pietre shrugged Careen off like an itchy blanket. He looked Pelo up and down, extending his hand in greeting. “You’re the Spider?”
“Yes,” Pelo answered, as he shook Pietre’s hand enthusiastically. Pietre narrowed his eyes and looked to Careen, who was now sitting cross-legged next to him, with a strange mixture of annoyance and relief creeping over her perfect features.
“This is Lenos Bianca,” she said. Pietre raised his eyebrow at the last name, but said nothing.
“And your mother?” Pietre asked, shifting his leg and turning a deeper shade of green.
I turned from Rash, color creeping into my cheeks under Pelo’s unwavering stare. “She couldn’t come,” Careen answered for me. I waited for the taunting to begin, but Pietre let the issue slide, for now.
Rash’s dark lashes fluttered. I grabbed a bottle of water, lifting it to his lips. He sipped and spluttered. “Whoa!” he said, chuckling. “What a ride.” I smiled and marveled at his resilience. He wiped his hands on his pants and extended his hand towards Pietre, introducing himself as a flash-fried Indian. I grinned, and Pietre scowled.
“What day is it?” Pietre asked, ignoring my giggles and Rash’s beaming grin.
When we told him, his eyes rolled back and he hit his forehead, hard.
So much cursing followed, even the trees were blushing.
“You should have let me die,” Pietre said through clenched teeth.
I wasn’t expecting gratitude, or much of anything, but this seemed extreme. “We have one day to get to the line. Otherwise, the others will be like sitting ducks waiting for us to arrive.” He pulled his broken leg up by the pants, bringing it closer to his good leg, making a pitiful squeaking noise as he dropped it down. “Now you will have to leave me, or you will never get to the Spinners in time.” He turned to Careen, whose lip quivered, her pale face blotched pink. Even looking as pathetic as she did, she was still stunning. Then Pietre did what I knew he would, he drew the knife from Careen’s thigh and placed it in her hand dramatically, patting it like it was a gift. She stared down at the blade, disbelieving. “I only ask that you end my suffering right here… don’t leave me to die a slow death of starvation.”
Rash shook his head and stared at the ground. He didn’t understand. Everyone looked sorrowful. Heavy meaning dripped from their every move. Watching this, I had to hold my hand to my mouth. I was clinging to calm, but a laugh flipped out before I could stop it.
“Ha!” I expelled. Pietre snapped his head to me and regretted the sudden movement, his body trembling in pain. His narrowed eyes only pushed me further over the edge, and I started heaving laughs of hysteria. Tears dripping from my face, I wiped them with my sleeve and rolled my eyes. I flicked my head towards Careen and said, “Just hold off on the stabbing for a few minutes, will you?”
She pursed her lips, but sat back, the knife lying across her lap. I scrambled down the cliff and clomped towards a cluster of pines.
*****
In my mind, it was already formed. I drew the imaginary lines, drafted the dimensions, and started hacking away at the branches.
A sharp tap on my shoulder startled me. “Can I help?”
I wanted to say no. I wanted to say a lot of things that mostly involved swearing at and insulting Pelo, but time was not going to allow my rage. I nodded, with my back still turned. “Cut these branches to this length,” I said, pointing overhead to some skinny pines and using my arms to demonstrate the length. “Pile them here.”
“Righto,” he said excitedly. He stood too near but I tolerated it, curling over my creation protectively, and attempting to work in silence.
As I wound the nylon rope from my backpack to join the pieces together, I thought of Joseph, of Hessa, and, of course, Orry. I let their warmth wrap around me. I let the focus on building push out the focus within. Because inside I breathed in and out dread, thinking about whether Joseph was going to forgive me. I tightened and pulled, adjusted and streamlined, bringing my body in line, holding the anxiety in until I could do something with it.
When I finished, Pelo clapped his hands. “Marvelous! Just perfect. Well done, my girl.”
Ice glazed over those words, and I shrunk. I wasn’t his girl. Not anymore.
*****
Pietre protested. I knew he would. He cursed me and, although I had to argue that saving his life wasn’t a waste of time to get him onto the sled, I wasn’t really sure I believed it.
We lowered him down the cliff with a rope under his arms, his body limp and useless, slamming against the cliffs, his mouth ejecting horrible moans of pain. Because that’s what he had decided to be, a useless creature whose only purpose was to make unpleasant noises.