DIANE DUANE - A Wizard Alone Страница 18

Just for a moment it succeeded. Nita got a quick flicker-rush of images and sounds: dawns and sunsets, objects shaped roughly like the clown all rushing hither and yon on unfathomable errands, shouting at one another about incomprehensible things. All kinds of pain were tangled up with the rush and roar of perception, but strangest of all, it was pain that the one who experienced it actually welcomed. For the clown, that pain was a lifeline, something it clung to as away to temporarily mask out sensations it couldn t bear, and as something that could sometimes pierce through the muffling blanket ofnonfeeling that kept draping itself over the clown s body and mind. Nita could feel that the clown hoped there might be more to life than hurting  but it was also willing to suffer the hurt if that meant staying alive to get its own job done.

The storm of pictures and feelings faded, leaving Nita staring down into a roiling, scary darkness. But the darkness was oddly ambivalent, as filled with possibility as with terror.

And I m the one who finds that strange, not him, Nita thought. Whoever this was, however simplistic or not his view of the universe might be, he was braver about it than she was.

 I didn t know everything was like this for you,  Nita said.

The clown winced, as if something had pained it.  I  But Idid know. There is noother .

Nita blinked. It was remarks like this that kept making her wonder if she was dealing with a human or an alien that, and the way the clown seemed able to cope with some concepts one moment, and then would lose them again the next. Yet again she had to remind herself that there was still no guarantee she was dealing with a human. All the imageries so far the clown, the robot, the knight were ones this entity could have pulled out of her own head as possible ways to communicate. And she still needed to be careful not to hurt whatever it was.

Well, I wonder if the version of the Speech I ve been using is too local, toohumanoid  I could try one of the broaderrecensions .Orthebroadest one.

She pulled out her manual to make extra sure of the phrasing. The EnactiveRecension was the form in which it was said the One didIts business. Nita was a little nervous about using it, because she could, apparently, make serious changes in her local environment if she was careless while speaking in Enactive. According to an old joke, the asteroid belt had been a planet once, until one of the Powers That Bemisconjugated a verb

Well, I can t blow anything up if I keep the phrasing simple enough, Nita thought.This phrasing should be real inoffensive .

 Thereare more than one of us,  she said.

There was the briefest pause and this timeboth clowns put their heads up and screamed. While Nita watched, her mouth open, the first one actually shredded away on the air, in torment and shock.

The second one stood there screaming away, and Nita watched, wide-eyed, wondering if it was going to shred, too. But it didn t. The scream didn t stop, either. After a few moments, as her own shock wore off, the noise began to remind Nita of her earliest encounters withDairine   or rather, withDairine after she d first become aware that Nita might possibly be in competition with her for their parents  attention.Dairine s lung power at the age of two had initially caused Nita some innocent wonder, but this was a phase that had lasted about five minutes, and now, as the scream just kept on going, Nita let out a long breath and invoked theremedy she d learned way back then.  All right,  she shouted in the Speech.  Shut UP!

The second clown fell silent in complete amazement.

 There is more than one of us,  Nita said, into the abruptly echoing silence. Are.Whatever. I m sorry if this poses some kind of problem for you. Butscreaming s not going to make all the rest of us go away.

There was another of those long, long pauses.

 Tried that before, huh   Nita said, not without some amusement.

 And ignoring you,  the clown said, looking past her, and looking annoyed.  That didn t work, either.

Nita found herself remembering how desperately she had wanted to ignore the preparations for her mother s funeral, to the point where she had actually partly succeeded and the funeral itself had begun to seem unreal, like a bad dream. It was after that that the remoteness began to sink into her.That feeling of nothing mattering, of not wanting to deal with anything , she thought,the filter I ve been stuck with  that s what this guy and I have in common. That s what s been drawing us together  even when he s tried to break the link himself. But somehow it seems important for it not to get broken now .  Why ignore everybody   she said.

 Because you re a distraction.

 As for the first part of that,  Nita said,  sorry, but you re confused. I m here, believe me.And as for the second a distraction from what 

The clown looked around at the darkness.  This.

 Meaning what 

Out of the darkness, ever so softly, came that growl again.

Nita glanced out into the dark, slightly unnerved.But this is still my dream , she thought.IfIt tries something cute, I can just slip out. I hope .  Now there are some contradictions in what you ve been saying,  she said.  I thought you said you were all by yourself.

 I am.  This time the phrase, in the Speech, was identical with the Self-declaration of Life. Nita, even more unnerved now, half expected to hear thunder, but none came. The One was either otherwise occupied, or not particularly concerned about havingIts lines stolen.  But That, out there That s different.

Nita wasn t sure that the clown was able to perceive the contradictions.Maybe it can t. Or maybe differentand otherdon t mean the same thing for it . Certainly they were different words in the Speech.

 All right,  Nita said.  I won t argue that.  She noted that the clown wasn t wincing quite so badly now when she said  I.   But, look, you don t have to stay here.

And suddenly there were two clowns again. One of them was back in the middle of the spotlight. Nita made a silent bet with herself as to which one would shred next. Thespotlit clown said,  But this is all there is.  The one standing in shadow said,  If I go there That s waiting.

One more tiger growl sounded from out in the darkness: Nita s dream-image of the Lone Power, patient, hungry, willing to wait.But still a little tired , Nita thought.Interesting 

 Yeah, well, so isWhat s older,  Nita said.  And doesn t die, no matter what one ofIts older kids intended for the rest of creation.

This time the screaming didn t surprise Nita when it started. This time it was the clown in the shadows that shredded. The one in the spotlight looked at Nita in genuine shock.  Where d you come from   it said.

 Don t askme ,  Nita said.  Theoretically, I m asleep. Look, now that you re over not being the only thing in existence for the moment do you wear that costume all the time 

The clown looked at her in astonishment.  You can tell it s a costume 

 Under the costumes,  Nita said,  even clowns have lives.Outside the circus, anyway.

The clown was silent again, for even longer than before. Nita waited, untroubled. This far along in her practice, she had learned that a lot of wizardry wasn t speech, but silence.  It seemed right,  the clown said.  The body I wear usually doesn t work real well, and that makes people laugh. They may as well laugh for a good reason as for a bad one.

And suddenly it wasn t a clown standing there, but a boy of maybe eleven. He was handsome, in a little-kid way, skinny and sharp-faced, with a short, restrained Afro cut high in the back. But his eyes were younger than his body.  Nothing works,  he said, sounding abruptly matter-of-fact or maybe it was just the loss of the clown suit that reinforced this effect.  Everybody laughs. Especially the ones who don t do it out loud; they do it the loudest.

Nita s surprise at the change of clown-into-kid was muted a little by what he was saying, because she knew something about this, though not in regard to laughter. Some of the kids at school and family friends who d tried over the past month to treat her as usual, as if nothing had happened, had hurt her far worse than those who d let their discomfort show.  Well,  she said,  they re idiots.

 They re allThat ,  the little kid said, pointing with his chin into the darkness. He didn t move much; he stood with his hands hanging down by his sides, like he wasn t sure what to do with them, and his face was fairly immobile.  The Thing out in the darkness,That s been chasing me forever.

Nita wasn t sure what to make of this.

 I m not sure you re notThat , too,  the kid said.

Nita raised her eyebrows.  Either I m the One, or I mThat ,  she said, frankly amused at the possibility that she could be either,  but I don t think you get to have it both ways.

The kid looked at her with an expression that wasn t entirely convinced.  It s tried a lot of costumes inIts time,  he said.  It looks out of everybody s eyes. I tried looking back for so long  but I couldn t do it anymore. I had to get away by myself.  He looked away from Nita again.  At least when I m all by myself,It can t get at me. Everybody wants me to come out, I know  but every time I do,It s waiting, and I just can t. It hurts too much.

Nita said nothing. Finally, after what seemed ages of silence, he turned toward her. He didn t quite look at heras he said,  It s looking out of your eyes, too. It s always been close to you. LatelyIt s been closer than ever.

Nita swallowed hard. This would not be the moment to break down.  You re not the only oneIt chases around, you know,  she said.  It s after everybody else, too, one way or another. EventuallyIt gets us all. But if we pay attention to what we re doing, we can make a whole lot of trouble forIt along the way.  And Nita couldn t helpgrinning a little, however strange that felt. If she had one satisfaction in her life these days, it was the knowledge that the Lone Power found her a personal pain in the butt, annoying enough to try to do one ofIts crooked deals with.

The kid looked up at Nita with startling suddenness, and she caught the force of his glance full-on as he grinned back.  I know,  he said.

Nita actually had to stagger back a step to keep her balance, mentally and physically. Meeting his gaze was like being hit over the head with a brick, but agood brick an abrupt, concentrated, overwhelming onslaught of cheerful power with a slight edge of mischief in it. Nita had hardly ever felt so intense a wash of emotion or attitude from any being, human or otherwise.

 I know,  he said again.  I m doing just that. I do it all the time, now.  If anything, his grin got more jubilant, though he looked away again.  And it s awhole lot of fun.

Nita was on the point of saying,Don tstart enjoying it too much  and then stopped herself as she saw his smile start to fade. The sight pierced her to the heart.  But I always have to make sure I stop having the fun before It notices,  he said.  Every time I find out again that I m not alone, I let the knowledgego .

That explains it. That s why he keeps forgetting things, and has to ask questions over and over. But why   Nita said.

 Because it s what always happened when things got bad for me,  the boy said,  whenIt first turned up in my life, the way It turns up at the bottom of everything bad. I was fine, I always knew who I was  until the world started screaming at me, making it impossible to think, to be with people  tobe . I would forget myself, again and again. I couldn t help myself. I would forget everything that hurt  and everything that didn t. But then that started to change. I started to remember again, for a while. AndIt was still in here with me.

His eyes glinted with brief amusement.  Then I saw how to repay the little  favor  It did me. It can t stop coming back to deal with me  and I never let It close the deal.  He grinned.  The only problem is that I keep getting better, keep sliding back toward the way things used to be when I was normal. And every time, to keepIt interested, I have to let go of a world that has other people in it 

 Don tlet it go!  Nita said.  Not being alone is the best part of being a wizard!  She swallowed.  Or just being a person.

 Am I a wizard   he said, a little sadly.

Nita shook her head in admiration.  If you can speak in the EnactiveRecension , you re sure on the right track!

The growl out in the dark sounded more annoyednow, and it prolonged itself, not fading away.  It s been following me around,  he said.  Around and around  It s really funny.Especially when I forget.

I can t get off, Nita remembered the clown crying in the dark. Now she began to wonder whether the despairing voice wasall the boy s  or some frustrated aspect of the Lone One s.

And her eyes widened.It s been chasing him  and he runs and runs. All the time I ve been assuming that it s the Lone Power in control here. And maybe it s not  !

He started to fade out.  Wait! Don t leave yet!  Nita cried.

 I have to. It ll realize something different is happening if I stay here too long.

 Then at least don t let yourself go again!

 I have to,  he said.  If I don t,It ll realize what s happening, and all this will have been for nothing.

He smiled that delighted smile as he turned away. Then he was gone. Nita found herself standing alone in the darkness, and nearby a spotlight out of nowhere shone on the dark floor: just a pool of light. What briefly had made the light special was now gone.

Oh my god, Nita thought.

It really is him the kid Kit s been hunting. It s Darryl! And now I think I understand  the Silence !she thought. Wizards got their information from the universe in a lot of different ways. On Earth alone, the manual in either its printed or online versions was only one method. Whale-wizards heard the Sea speak to them; the feline wizards had told Nita about something called the Whispering.This has to be like that ...

But she was still left with entirely too many mysteries to solve. Nita stood there wondering what in the worlds to do next, then shook her head.

Waking up would probably be a good idea.

It took Nita a few seconds to remember the way to break the dream without waiting for a normal awakening. When she opened her eyes, she was looking sideways at the wall beside her desk, having put her arms down on the desk and her head down on her arms as she initially slid into sleep.

Nita rubbed her eyes, blinked, stretched.I m completely wiped out , she thought.I ve got to get some real sleep, now, or I ll be useless tomorrow. But Kit s got to hear about this .

She glanced down at her manual.  What time is it   she said.

The page cleared and showed her the time in every zone on Earth, as a Julian date, and on all the planets in Sol system.

 Show-off,  she said softly, glancing at the local time forNew York . The readout said,  0223.

It was late, but this was important.Kit   Nita said silently.

Nothing.But it wasn t the  asleepkind of nothing: Kit was missing.

 Message him,  she said to the manual.