“Hey, Mr. Collins, you’d better not get too close. Don’t touch him,” Frank warned. “If you do, the ch’iidii might take it as an invitation to enter your body.”
“I won’t,” I assured him. Careful not to touch Darren’s body at all, I extended my fist directly toward the ch’iidii. The blank white eyes locked on my arm. Wispy tendrils of soot reached out, wrapping themselves sinuously about my hand and forearm. I felt them; they were damp and freezing and suffused with pollution. I could well believe that something like this, once inside a person, could cause an incurable disease. But those tendrils lost their solidity in the next second, vaporizing as the cold iron in my aura sundered the magic holding it together. It attacked me more fiercely, realizing that I was harming it somehow, but it was silent and spooky and cold. In less than a minute, all that was left of Darren Yazzie’s dark side dispersed into the morning sun.
“That was good,” Granuaile declared. “Without that hanging over him, he seems more at peace now.”
“He is,” I said. “Frank, his ch’iidii is gone. We can move him safely.”
“I can see it’s gone,” he said. “Though I’m not sure how you saw it or how you did that.”
I sighed, frustrated with myself. “I should have bound your sight to mine so you could see it. Didn’t think of it at the time, but let’s fix that now. Nobody’s watching, and I think I can trust you to keep your mouth shut, so I’m going to give you a glimpse of what you were up to last night.”
Frank frowned at me. “What the hell are you talkin’ about?”
“Brace yourself and don’t freak out. I know you have some kind of magical sight, but I’m willing to bet mine’s a bit different. Here, give me your arm so you don’t fall. Granuaile, will you get his other side? I’m going to return you back to normal and do Frank.”
“Got it, sensei.” I unbound her sight, and she smiled at Frank as she rose from the ground and looped her arm through his. It’s tough to get too surly when Granuaile smiles at you, but he still scowled at her, and a querulous note leapt into his voice.
“Now, hold on here, nobody’s doin’ me, that’s for damn sure-”
“Relax, Frank, you’re about to see the wonder of your medicine for the first time. You’ll be the first hataalii to ever see evidence of the Blessing Way like this. I’ll explain as we go. Ready?”
“No, I’m not ready, because you’re not making sense, you crazy bastard-whoa!” He lurched forward and would have fallen had we not supported him. “What happened? What’s wrong with my eyes?”
“Nothing’s wrong with them. You’re just seeing through my eyes right now, and at the moment I’m looking at the world in the magical spectrum. I’ve filtered out most of the noise, so it shouldn’t be too overwhelming. But let’s turn around here and go back to the hogan so you can see how the Blessing Way protected us last night.”
We led Frank over to the door, and I focused in on the ward around the door first. “See all that white webwork? That’s your doing. We learned last night that it’s an extremely effective ward against spirits from the First World. It burns them.”
“It does?” Frank said in a tiny voice.
“Yep. Saw it firsthand when one of the bobcats fell on the ground here.” I pointed at the ground near the first log and focused on the webwork there. “You say it takes four days to complete the ceremony?”
“Yes, four days for public buildings.”
“Well, then, I’d assume that by the end of four days this ward will completely envelop the hogan, roof and all. You won’t need me around then.”
“What are you, Mr. Collins? For real.”
Sophie was still in the hogan and might hear us, so I dissolved the binding and returned his own sight to him, then beckoned him to follow me some distance away. Once we were safely out of earshot, I told him, “I’m a Druid.”
I waited for the customary dismissal, but instead there was an awkward pause. “I don’t know what that is,” Frank admitted.
I laughed. “That’s all right. I guess you could say my job is to protect the earth from assholes.”
“Oh, I see.” Frank paused, then said, “Kinda seems like the assholes are winning, don’t it?”
“That’s because I’m vastly outnumbered.”
“Ha. Know what you mean.”
“Can I ask you something, Frank?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“What you were doing last night-that ward you were laying down-is that normal for a hataalii?”
“Well, not exactly. I’m singing the songs and doing everything a normal hataalii does, but I’m kinda like that chef on TV who’s always throwing garlic in the recipe and shouting, ‘BAM!’ ”
Granuaile smiled at him. “So you just kick it up a notch?”
“That’s right. Normal plus hot sauce. That’s me.”
“Where’d you get that hot sauce, if you don’t mind me asking?” I said.
The shadow of a wince passed across Frank’s face. “You’d think I was crazy if I told you.”
“Frank, I’ll believe darn near anything. You saw a Norse goddess of death yesterday. That wasn’t the first deity I’ve run into-just the ugliest and the smelliest. If I can wrap my head around that, I can probably handle your secret.”
Frank turned his head and spat contemplatively. “All right. I was down in Canyon de Chelly a couple years back and I got ambushed by a buncha hippies.”
“Real hippies?”
“Naw, I mean those New Age turds who wanna hijack native religions for their own use ’cause nothing in the great white world speaks to them. They flock around at the solstices and try to find someone to teach them healin’ ceremonies, askin’ people for illegal shit like eagle feathers ’cause they got it into their heads that there’s some huge black market in feathers on the reservation. Six of ’em found me in the canyon, and whoever told ’em to find me there deserves a swift kick in the cooter. I was sittin’ down, see, doin’ a sing, a little private prayer, and you know how it is-once you start you ain’t supposed to stop, ’cause it’s an insult to the Holy People. Well, those hippies found me and didn’t wanna wait for me to finish. They started sayin’, excuse me, sir, yo, dude, hey, old man, can we talk for a second, and of course I ignored them and kept singin’. If I gotta make a choice between bein’ rude to the Holy People and bein’ rude to six white people, I’m gonna be rude to the white people every time.”
“Right,” I said, nodding in agreement. I wouldn’t interrupt one of my ceremonies either.
“Well, they didn’t wanna take the hint. They got more insistent, shouting at me. Tapping me on the shoulder. Then one of them chucked me hard on the side of the arm, here”-he pointed to his right upper arm-“and it knocked me over sideways, startling me and stopping my sing.”
“That’s terrible!” Granuaile said. “Roundhouse kicks for everybody!”
Frank grinned at her. “That’s more or less what happened, heh! Before I could sit up again, I felt this wind- my hat blew away-and I heard a noise, kinda like a door shutting on a storm outside. Then all their feet left the ground and they were blown back, flat on their asses, and they didn’t move.”
“Oh! Were they dead?” Granuaile asked.
“Naw. Just unconscious. I sat up and faced the east, and there she was. It was Changing Woman, and I knew this without her saying anything. I apologized for stopping my song and she forgave me, said she understood. She’d come to give me some gifts. She knelt down in front of me, and she touched my eyes here at the corners,” he said, putting his fingers at the outside edge of his eyes, “and said I would be able to see things I’d never seen before. I started cryin’, because, you know, damn, it was Changing Woman. She touched my throat and said the Holy People would hear my songs better from then on. She touched my right hand and said my sandpaintings would always be perfect. And then she gave me a special jish. Said that when I spoke the words and used it, one of her children, Monster Slayer, would come to Fourth World again, once and once only. Said I would know when it was time.
“When I saw that giant thing climb out o’ the top of that little ol’ lady’s head yesterday, I thought it was time. That was somethin’ that didn’t belong in this world.”
“You’re right about that,” I said.
“Yeah. But now I don’t know if I did the right thing. Mr. Benally knew about it-he’s one o’ the few people who believed me-and he was tryin’ to tell me, no, don’t waste it now, save it for the skinwalkers, but I didn’t listen.” He hooked a thumb in the direction of Darren’s body. “Now I’m thinkin’ maybe I shoulda waited, you know?”
If only.
“Even if you still had the jish, Frank,” I pointed out, “you couldn’t have saved him last night without
