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'I didn't notice till I was washing.' he said. 'It didn't hurt.'
'Let me see your head,' she said, remembering;
and he knelt and presented her with a matted shaggy sooty object with a red-and-black bum right
across the top of it. 'Oh, Lord,' she said.
His big nose and eyes appeared under the grey tangle, close to her, looking up at her, anxious. 'I know the roof fell onto me,' he said, and she began to laugh.
'It would take more than a roof falling onto you!' she said. 'Have you got anything — any clean cloths — I know I left some clean dish towels in the scullery closet — Any disinfectant?'
She talked as she cleaned the head wound. 'I don't know anything about burns except try to keep them clean and leave them open and dry. We should call the clinic in Veo. I can go into the village, tomorrow.'
'I thought you were a doctor or a nurse,' he said.
'I'm a school administrator!'
'You looked after me.'
' 1 knew what you had. I don't know anything
about bums. I'll go into the village and call. Not tonight, though.'
'Not tonight,' he agreed. He flexed his hands, wincing. 'I was going to make us dinner,' he said. 'I didn't know there was anything wrong with my hands. I don't know when it happened.'
'When you rescued Gubu,' Yoss said in a matter-of-fact voice, and then began crying. 'Show me what you were going to eat, I'll put it on,' she said through tears.
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'I'm sony about your things,' he said.
'Nothing mattered. I'm wearing almost all my clothes,' she said, weeping. 'There wasn't anything. Hardly any food there even. Only the Arkamye. And my book about the worlds.' She thought of the pages blackening and curling as the fire read them. 'A friend sent me that from the city, she never approved
of me coming here, pretending to drink water and be silent. She was right, too, I should go back, I should never have come. What a liar I am, what a fool! Stealing wood! Stealing wood so I could have a nice fire! So I could be warm and cheerful! So I set the house on fire, so everything's gone, mined, Kebi's house, my poor little cat, your hands, it's my fault. I forgot about sparks from wood fires, the chimney was built for peat fires, I forgot. I forget everything, my mind betrays me, my memory lies, I lie. I dishonor my Lord, pretending to turn to him when I can't rum to him, when I can't let go the world. So I bum it! So the sword cuts your hands.' She took his hands in hers and bent her head over them. 'Tears are disinfectant,' she said. 'Oh I'm sorry, I am sorry!'
His big, burned hands rested in hers. He leaned forward and kissed her hair, caressing it with his lips and cheek. 'I will say you the Arkamye,' he said. 'Be still now. We need to eat something. You feel very cold. I think you have some shock, maybe. You sit there. I can put a pot on to heat, anyhow.'
She obeyed. He was right, she felt very cold. She huddled closer to the fire. 'Gubu?' she whispered. 'Gubu, it's all right. Come on, come on, little one.'
But nothing moved under the couch.
Abberkam stood by her, offering her something: a glass; it was wine, red wine.
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'You have wine?' she said, startled.
'Mostly I drink water and am silent,' he said. 'Sometimes I drink wine and talk. Take it.'
She took it humbly. 'I wasn't shocked,' she said,
'Nothing shocks a city woman,' he said gravely. 'Now I need you to open up this jar.'
'How did you get the wine open?' she asked as she unscrewed the lid of a Jar of fish stew.
'It was already open,' he said, deep-voiced, imperturbable.
They sat across the hearth from each other to eat, helping themselves from the pot hung on the firehook. She held bits of fish down low so they could be seen from under the couch and whispered to Gubu, but he would not come out.
'When he's very hungry, he will,' she said. She was tired of the teary quaver in her voice, the knot in her throat, the sense of shame. 'Thank you for the food,' she said. 'I feel better.'
She got up and washed the pot and the spoons;
she had told him not to get his hands wet, and he did not offer to help her, but sat on by the fire, motionless, like a great dark lump of stone.
'I'll go upstairs,' she said when she was done. 'Maybe I can get hold of Gubu and take him with me. Let me have a blanket or two.'
He nodded. 'They're up there. I lighted the fire,' he said- She did not know what he meant;
she had knelt to peer under the couch. She knew as she did so that she was grotesque, an old woman bundled up in shawls with her rear end in the air, whispering, 'Gubu, Gubu!' to a piece of furniture.
But there was a little scrabbling, and then Gubu
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came straight into her hands. He clung to her shoulder with his nose hidden under her ear. She sat up on her heels and looked at Abberkam, radiant. 'Here he is!' she said. She got to her feet with some difficulty, and said, 'Good night.'
'Good night, Yoss,' he said- She dared not try to carry the oil lamp, and made her way up the stairs in the dark, holding Gubu close with both hands till she was in the west room and had shut the door. Then she stood staring. Abberkam had unsealed the fireplace, and some time this evening he had lighted the peat laid ready in it; the ruddy glow flickered in the long, low windows black with night, and the scent of it was sweet. A bedstead that had been in another unused room now stood in this one, made up, with mattress and blankets and a new white wool rug thrown over it. A jug and basin stood on the shelf by the chimney. The old rug she had used to sit on had been beaten and scrubbed, and lay clean and threadbare on the hearth.
Gubu pushed at her arms; she set him down, and he ran straight under the bed. He would be all right there. She poured a little water from the jug into the basin and set it on the hearth in case he was thirsty. He could use the ashes for his box. Everything we need is here, she thought, still looking with a sense of bewilderment at the shadowy room, the soft light that struck the windows from within.
She went out, closing the door behind her, and went downstairs. Abberkam sat still by the fire. His eyes flashed at her. She did not know what to say.
'You liked that room,' he said.
She nodded.
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'You said maybe it was a lovers' room once. I thought maybe it was a lovers' room to be.'
After a while she said, 'Maybe.'
'Not tonight,' he said, with a low rumble: a laugh, she realised. She had seen him smile once, now she had heard him laugh.
'No. Not tonight,' she said stiffly.
'I need my hands,' he said, 'I need everything, for that, for you.'
She said nothing, watching him.
'Sit down, Yoss, please,' he said. She sat down in the hearth-seat facing him.
'When I was ill I thought about these things,' he said, always a touch of the orator in his voice. 'I betrayed my cause, I lied and stole in its name, because I could not admit 1 had lost faith in it. I feared the Aliens because I feared their gods. So many gods! I feared that they would diminish my Lord. Dimmish him!' He was silent for a minute, and drew breath; she could hear the deep rasp in his chest. 'I betrayed my son's mother many times, many times. Her, other women, myself. I did not hold to the one noble thing.' He opened up his hands, wincing a little, looking at the bums across them. '1 think you did,' he said.
After a while she said, 'I only stayed with Safnan's father a few years. I had some other men. What does it matter, now?'
