I only smiled, because I know what he couldn't know
--that it didn't matter. Nothing mattered--not Ang, not him. They were only tools, the means to an end. Because this was meant to happen "Pick up the supplies," I said.
I waved the gun. "Let's get going."
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We are getting closer. We are. We are. This is right. I feel it in my bones. I feel the heat of Fire Lake burning through my eyelids when
I close my eyes. I feel it throbbing in my chest. It warms me when the stones we lie on crack and groan with the night's chill, and I watch its glowing beacon through sleepless hours of darkness.
It purifies my blood, it leads me through the scorching days, through the valleys of death toward a ... toward a ... I'm afraid. I'm afraid.
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ods, when did I say that? Was I delirious? Was it the drugs? Maybe I shouldn't take them, all the painkillers and the stims. . . . How can I
go on without them? But damn it, I can't afford to lose control again. How many days . . . Has time stopped?
I haven't slept at all. I've got to have sleep--but I can't sleep, with Spadrin waiting. A deathwatch beetle, waiting for the moment when I close my eyes. . . . That bastard, he can sleep, he's sleeping now, gods rot him. If only the gun worked, I could stun him. I want to strangle
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him where he lies. But I can't. I need him. I can't carry the supplies myself. My shoulder's too bad, I can't even touch it, I can't use my arm. Maybe I should dump them.
I don't need food. Every time I try to eat I puke. . . . I'm getting weaker.
And he knows it. He keeps testing me, moving in on me. He wants to catch me off guard. I hardly dare to turn my back long enough to piss. One good arm is still all I need to aim the rifle . . . but I think he's beginning to suspect why I don't use it.
We are getting closer. `>334' I'm not dreaming that. How many days is it.... Too many. We're nearly out of water, anyway. But gods, we're almost there!
Help me, Song--I know you see me, you need me, you
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know I'm coming to you. I can almost reach you now, reach into this picture, feel your silken silver hair flow over my fingers like moonlight. Feel your lips on mine.
Thou are as fair as aurora-glow. . . .
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At last. At last.. . this is how it happened, at last.
I woke up. It was night, but the rocks beside me glowed, dim and bloody. I thought, I'm awake.
And for a second I didn't understand the fear that filled me when I realized it. I rolled over--the ground and the sky swam with the pain in my shoulder. I sat up, reaching with my good arm for the stun rifle. It was gone.
Then I looked up, and saw where it had gone. Spadrin stood over me with the gun in his hands, grinning. He aimed it at my face and pressed the stud. Nothing happened.
"That's what I thought," he said. He drove the gun butt into my bad shoulder. I screamed.
He laughed, and threw the gun away. He dragged me
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to my feet, pushing me up hard against the wall of the wash. I clung to the rough stone, sick with pain. His hand caught in my hair and jerked my head back, until I had to look at him. "I owe you a lot, Gedda," he whispered. He struck me, almost casually.
"And now you're going to collect." He hit me again, harder, and there was blood in my mouth.
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"Where do you want me to start, geddal Here--?" His fingers jabbed at my throat, and I retched.
"Or here?" He twisted my sprained arm until I screamed again. "Or here--?" Pain exploded in my groin; I fell to my knees, sobbing help
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lessly. "What are you the most afraid of?" He waited for my mind to clear, until I was sane enough to understand again, and then he stepped back to study me. As he moved, a red glow lit his face. He looked toward the light, and froze. "No!" he murmured. "No, it can't
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be ... I"
His sun-blistered face hung above me like a bloody moon: the face of an animal, the face of my enemy. I
wanted to kill him. I wanted it more than I wanted to live-- And suddenly his knife was in my hand, instead of in its hidden sheath. I looked down at it with a kind of hunger. My fist tightened around its hilt; its blade shone red. "Spadrin!" I hissed.
Disbelief swelled his eyes as he saw the knife. He backed away from me, stumbled and went down. I
threw myself on top of him and pressed the knife to his throat.
"Gedda," he gasped, "don't, don't! I didn't mean it, I swear by the Unspoken Name! I'll do anything . . . name it, name it, what do you want from me!"
There was only one thing I wanted from him. I raised the knife, letting it hang in the air above him while I
watched his face.
"Please--" he blubbered.
I smiled. And then I drove the knife into his chest.
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He screamed, thrashing on the ground under me. I
held him there, pulling the knife out of him. Blood spurted over my hands, splattering my face, as he died.
The life went out of him like a sigh.
But I drove the knife into him again, and again; because it wasn't enough, because he deserved so much more . . . because it felt good. And with every death the poisoned blood poured out of him, another demon flew up--he was filled with demons, too much monstrous evil for one Page 98
human body to contain. I saw every one of his faces, I knew every one of his secret names--I killed
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him over an dover an dover. And every time I destroyed another I was freer; I would be free forever when I destroyed them all-- I killed him and killed him and killed him. . . .
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he antique watch began to chime, disturbing the funereal silence of his office, in which he sat like a mourner. Gundhalinu stirred at last; time present began to flow again. He raised an unsteady hand to his belt and shut off the recorder; took the watch from his pocket, listening to its familiar music.
But still the ghosts would not leave him. . . .
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I'm free! I'm free free free freefreefreefreefreefreefreefreefree.
. . .
I sit laughing in the turbid sand, laughing, laughing.
. . .
The deathwatch beetles begin to gather around me, clicking their mandibles in mourning. I scramble up with a curse, leaving them to their business. Looking down at Spadrin's corpse, suddenly I wonder what he saw that made him look away from me. The glowing blackness whispers secret words, and somehow I know what the
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answer must be--
It is. Beyond the curve of wall I see it at last, waiting.
Fire Lake. I run shouting and crying out of the shadows onto the shore, the endless beach of congealed rock leading down to the shining sea. It is all black and red, death and blood. I fall to my knees in wonder. The sky is completely starless, and the molten Lake fills the darkness with fire, a singularity in the heart of night.