It was a large needle, granted. There was a big funnel, and machinery to grind the camel fine.
With a hundred cameras rolling, Gaea mounted the scaffolding above the funnel and poured the first barrel of camel puree into it.
Three revs later, tired and peckish, she called a halt. About half the camel was through and the rest would just be a matter of tedious work.
Besides, the footage she had could be edited with shots she'd have taken of the funnel after it was cleaned out.
She settled in her chair to watch the day's double feature, which was Lawrence of Arabia and... she couldn't remember. She twisted and squirmed in her seat, impatient.
When was Cirocco going to get started?
Gaea was waiting for the Main Event.
FOUR
"Robin, wake up."
Robin was instantly alert. She saw Cirocco looming over her.
"Nothing's wrong. Don't be afraid."
"I'm not." She rubbed her eyes. "What time ... "
Cirocco smiled as she saw Robin remember where she was.
"You've been asleep for about seven hours. Is that enough?"
"Sure." Cirocco was still whispering, so Robin did, too. "But ... enough for what?"
"I want you to come with me," Cirocco said.
Nova kept her eyes closed and didn't move while her mother dressed. After Robin had left the room, shutting the door behind her, Nova sat up and crept to the door. She opened it a fraction of an inch, saw Cirocco and Robin talking quietly in the hallway. They moved out of her sight. She heard them going down the stairs to the first floor.
From the second-floor bannister she could see them in the main room, then heard the front door open and shut. She hurried back into the room she shared with her mother and Adam. She glanced to his crib, and was surprised to see he was gone. She knew Robin hadn't taken the little monster, so she assumed Cirocco had.
By leaning out the window she could see the far end of the suspension bridge. She leaned-then darted back in quickly. The two women were crossing it. Cirocco had the baby.
She was dressed, down the stairs, and had her hand on the door-stopped to think.
Nova had a fair idea of her own capacities. On her home ground it was just possible she might tail Cirocco without being discovered. But Cirocco was too good. She seemed to feel eyetracks on her skin, to sense a passing thought. That Nova could follow such a woman through a jungle she didn't know was beyond the realm of reason.
But Great Mother, she ached to be with her.
At first Robin had not realized they were following a path. It was not well-defined, but it was there. They had to duck some low branches and climb over fallen trees. Still, the trail was there. Robin searched her meager knowledge of the ways of wild animals, wondering if this was a game trail, then realized what little she knew applied to Earth, not Gaea. Who could tell why a Gaean animal behaved as it did?
"Do you trust me, Robin?"
"Trust you? Sure, I guess so. Why?"
"Guessing isn't enough. Think it over."
Robin did, following along behind the woman she still thought of as the Wizard. She felt clumsy, weak, and very old. Ahead, Cirocco was lean, lithe, and seemed to grow from the ground under her feet.
Trust her? Robin could think of a lot of pro's and con's. The Wizard had been an alcoholic when Robin had known her. Did they ever get cured, really cured? Wasn't it possible that, when things got bad, she would dive back into the bottle?
Robin took another look. No, she wouldn't. She didn't know how she could be so sure, but she was. There had been a fundamental change in the woman.
"I trust you to keep your word. I believe that if you say you'll do something, I can count on it being done."
"It will, if I'm alive."
"I trust you to do what you think is right."
"Right for who? You, me, or everyone? It's not always the same."
Robin knew it wasn't, and gave it some more thought.
"For everyone. I think you'd tell me if you had to do something that you thought best, but was going to hurt me."
"I would."
They walked on in silence for a time, then Cirocco half-turned and gestured for Robin to walk beside her. The path was wide enough for two at that point. She took Robin's hand and they walked together.
"Do you trust me to keep a secret?"
"Sure."
"I didn't phrase that right. There are some things I have to keep secret from you. I can't tell you why. Part of it is the old golden rule of the so-called intelligence community. What you don't know, you can't tell."
"You're serious, aren't you?"
"I ain't playing games, kid. There's war here just as sure as there's war on Earth. In some ways, this one is just as ugly."
"Yeah, I trust you to do that. At least, until I know more."
"That's good enough." She stopped, and turned Robin to face her. "Just relax and look into my eyes,Robin. I want you to relax completely. Every muscle is loose, and you're starting to get sleepy."
Robin had been hypnotized before, but never so easily. Cirocco didn't talk a lot, didn't use any tools. She simply looked into Robin's eyes and her pupils grew big as the Phoebe Sea. She murmured quietly and touched her palms to Robin's cheeks, and Robin relaxed.
"Let your eyes close," Cirocco said, and Robin did. "You will sleep, but you don't need to go deep. You can feel things, smell things, and hear perfectly well, but you'll see nothing. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
Robin felt herself being lifted. It was nice. She heard a wind rustling through trees. There was a smell like over-ripe strawberries. She felt herself bounce as Cirocco jogged along the path. Then she was turning around. This went on for an immeasurable time, until all sense of direction was destroyed.
She didn't care. Mostly she felt Cirocco's strong arms beneath her back and under her legs, felt her hard stomach muscles against her hip, smelled the distinctive, slightly sweet odor she associated with the Wizard. Her mind built pleasant fantasies. It had been a long time without a lover.
She felt good. Better than she had since ... since those long-ago days sailing down the Ophion with seven companions toward an unknown destiny. There was something to be said for being swept off one's feet by forces-or Wizards-beyond one's control.
"Nova wasn't asleep when I came in to get you," Cirocco said.
"She wasn't?"
"No. She followed us down the stairs. Then she watched us out the window. I thought she was going to tail us, but she didn't."
"She's not a fool."
"I can see that. She's ... difficult."
Robin laughed. "If you'd been demoted from the Virgin Daughter to an outcast and a refugee, you might be difficult, too."
"Why did she come? She seems to hate you."
"Part of her does, I think. I failed so hugely, my fall was so great... it was like I did it to her, too." Robin stopped, wondering why she was saying these things with no pain, then remembered she was hypnotized. That was fine with her. They needed to be said.
"She came out of obedience? It doesn't sound like her style."
"You don't know the Coven. It was obligation ... and fear. I don't think my beloved sisters will make it. I think they're going to freeze out there. But by the time the question was put, I didn't have a vote. Nova didn't think they'd make it either.
"And... she didn't feel like she had a lot of choice. It was tough for us. For ninety days, after Adam was discovered, we didn't exist. My third Eye saved my life, but only just."
"Why did she have to go? You were the one with the child."
"Ah, it didn't matter. She was a freak, you see. She found out about Adam when he was six months old. She tried to kill him. I stopped her. Then both of us concealed him, but we knew it couldn't last. And it all came out in the end. It took every ounce of my former prestige to swear that he was a girl. No one looked, but they all knew."