“Can I what?”
“Make their, ah, you-know-whats fall off?”
“You want an honest answer? I don't think so. Listen to me, Finn. Life is not a jest, and your wit is not appreciated here. Not by me, and not by others who are present as well. Your next question's who, and we won't go into that.
“Again, I strongly suggest you spend your time with me-with us, in an earnest and serious quest.”
“I'll-yes, I certainly will,” Finn said, glancing through the darkness at the walls, at the ceiling, searching everywhere, not as anxious for answers as he'd been only moments before.
“Since you entered, I've been getting an image, a very faint picture, closer to a vapor, closer to a blur.”
The Mycer hesitated, and when she spoke again the tension in her voice was clear.
“What I see is bad. Very bad, I fear. I've known that something was wrong in this town for years. Even a child who has a touch of the gift can see that. Sometimes a portal winks open, and the sound of evil leaks out. I knew it was here, but I didn't know where. Your appearance has given me the answer to that.
“Your Letitia was right. It is in that-in that house. The bad thing is there …!”
“What-what is it?” Finn sat on the edge of his stool. “Tell me what you see.”
“I don't see a thing.”
“What?”
“I can't see anything, are you listening or not? It's there, but it's in a blanket spell. I can't get through it. Neither can Snake, or anyone else.”
“Under a spell …” “Under a blanket spell. A blanket covers everything up. You can't see a thing under there.”
“But it's bad.”
“Oh, it's bad. Bad's a good start. I think it's worse than that. Anyone who can do a blanket spell, one that's keeping me out, that's someone-or something-to look out for.”
“And you don't know who it is. Who's using magic like that?”
The seer let out a breath. “Are you impaired in the head? How did you ever charm a bright and lovely Mycer girl? I-Never mind, let me guess.”
“No, I don't know who cast the spell and I doubt I ever will. Don't you see that? Someone who can blanket a house is good enough to hide themselves.”
“I didn't think of that.”
“I don't suppose you did.”
“Yes, but-” Finn was so pleased with the thought, he nearly stood up. “Listen, I think I can help. I've been there, I've seen what you're talking about. I can tell you what it is!”
The seer was very still. Finn thought he heard her breathe. “Well, I'm listening. Please enlighten me, then.”
“Of course. What it is, and no offense-but I doubt it's that important at all-is sort of a prufa-fuffa-gigeegaaka-geeb-”
Finn froze, horrified by the chaos in his mouth. He tried once more, tried to get it right, but the words got tangled every time.
“I can't,” he said, desperate and truly frightened now. “It's there, but I can't spit it out!”
“I sensed you had the image, and I know you cannot let it go. This is very bad indeed …”
“Would you stop saying that, please? That's not helping at all.”
The seer moved then, and he could almost see her, a shadow against the greater dark.
“There's no more I can do. Not now. But listen to me, Finn. What you see, what you've encountered is not what you think, not what you think it is at all. You must, truly, understand that, above all else. Are you listening to me?”
“Yes. I greatly fear I am.”
“That's all I can say now, except you must try to leave that place, and quickly if you can. You, and Letitia, and the thing with shiny scales.”
“You know about her? About Julia Jessica Slagg?”
“What did I say? You have something else with shiny scales? Here, take this …”
Something slid across the floor and lightly touched his foot. Finn bent to pick it up, felt something small and nearly weightless, metal and stone, something so fine it ran through his fingers like sand.
“Tell Letitia to wear it. Whatever you do, don't try and wear it yourself. Do you understand that? Go now, get back to her as soon as you can.”
“Yes, I will.” Finn rose to leave.
“And by the way … those feelings, when you first came in? Strange, wondrous feelings, possibly passion and desire? That was me. I'm older than your Letitia, but a Mycer woman never forgets how to do that.
“Mycer males are easy. And humans like yourself …”
Another throaty laugh, a chuckle in the dark.
“I don't know about that,” Finn said, deciding though, that possibly he did.
“This, uh, place of yours is quite nice,” he said, the first thing to come to mind. “We have some seers back home, and I always feel their shops are sort of-petrified. Like they keep old papers and crawly things about. Potions, jars and nasty pots. Your place, now, smells like ginger, apples, and maybe cherry pie.”
“You have a good nose for the prurient,” the seer said from the dark, “and you're good with food as well. Not too surprising as you're sitting in my kitchen keeping me from supper right now …”
28
Letitia tried not to count the minutes, tried not to pace, tried to stay away from the fly-specked window that looked upon the sere and somber plain. Each time she glanced at the narrow dirt road, it seemed to grow dimmer, the colors seemed to melt and coalesce. If she looked long enough, everything faded to the same shade of gray.
Closing her eyes, she dug her nails into her palms. If it hurt badly enough, maybe it would wake her from this horrible dream, maybe time would turn around, go back the other way. Night wouldn't come, and Finn would be safely in her arms.
“Why did I do it, Julia? I must have been out of my mind. I was angry, I admit. I took it out on him and it wasn't his fault. Not all, anyway. He didn't know there were Yowlies on the ship. He didn't know about the Hatters, what would happen in the square. He didn't-Damn it all, Julia, he could have done something, seems to me!”
Julia was sprawled on the bed curled up like a snail, now and then whipping her brassy tail.
“Say something,” Letitia said. “I feel like I'm talking to an ugly pile of tin. That's very annoying to me.”
“Well, what a delightful thing to say. And what, exactly, would you care to hear? No, it was not a good idea to send him out looking for seers. And no, I don't know what I would have done, so don't ask. He'll be back, he always is.”
“I don't know how you can be so sure of that. He could be dead right now, lying in a ditch.”
Letitia was sorry she'd spoken so harshly, but Julia really did look bad, not polished and shiny as she should. In the dim and dreary light, her scales were dull and faded, like rust was setting in.
“He's got his faults, Julia, but I do love him so, and he's very dear to me.” She sniffed then, and found a hanky in her sleeve. “We've hardly got started on marital bliss, and we might never have a chance again. Did you really mean that, do you think he's all right? You're not just saying it to make me feel better?”
“That's most of it, yes,” Julia said. “You know I can't stand to hear you whine and blow your nose. The nose thing, that's one of the six most disgusting things meat creatures do. I wouldn't dream of discussing the rest.
“In truth, though, I do feel Finn will pull through. He's really quite bright, though you mustn't tell him that. He also enjoys amazing dumb luck, another meat trait that I don't understand.”
“Stop it, all right?” Letitia curled her mouth in disgust. “You know I don't care for talk like that.”
“What, meat?”
“See, you're doing it again.”
“What am I supposed to say? That's what you are. A sack of blood and bones, squishy stuff and skin. Do I get upset when you say tin?”