?Your

relative. The Oankali one

.?

?Nikanj. My ooloi parent. It will never touch you.? I would get that promise from it before I slept again.

?It?s

ooloi, like you.?

Ah. ?No, not like me. It?s Oankali. No Human admixture at all. Jesusa, my birth mother is as Human as you are. My Human father looks like a relative of yours. Even when I?m adult, I won?t look the way Nikanj does. You?ll never have reason to fear me.?

?I fear you now because I still don?t understand what?s happening.?

TomAs spoke up. ?Jesusa, it saved you. It could hardly move, but it saved you.?

?I know,? she said. ?I?m grateful. More grateful than I can say.? She touched my face, then moved her hand to my hair and let her fingers slide expertly around the base of a group of sensory tentacles.

I shuddered with sudden pleasure and frustrated need.

?I?ll try to stay until your metamorphosis is over,? she said. ?I owe you that and more. I promise to stay that long.?

My mother turned her head and looked at Jesusa, then at me, looked long at me.

I met her gaze, but said nothing to her.

After a time, she turned back to the path. Her scent, as it reached me, said she was upset, under great stress. But like me, she said nothing at all.

12

We were given food. For a change, I actually needed it. Healing Jesusa had depleted my resources. I had no strength at all, and Jesusa fed me as she fed herself. She seemed to take some comfort in feeding me.

Jesusa and TomAs were given clean, dry clothing. They went to the river to wash themselves and came back to the house clean and content. They ate parched nuts and relaxed with my family.

?Tell us about your people,? Aaor said as the sun went down and Dichaan put more wood on the fire. ?I know there are things you don?t want to tell us, but

tell us how your people came to exist. How did your fertile ancestors find one another??

Jesusa and TomAs looked at each other. Jesusa looked apprehensive, but TomAs smiled. It was a tired, sad smile.

?Our first postwar ancestors never found one another,? he said. ?I?ll tell you if you like.?

?Yes!?

?Our elders were people who joined together because they could communicate,? he said. ?They all spoke Spanish. They were from Mexico and Peru and Spain and Chile and other countries. The First Mother was from Mexico. She was fifteen years old and traveling with her parents. There were others with them who knew this country and who said it would be best to live higher in the mountains. They were on the way up when the First Mother and her own mother were attacked. They had left the group to bathe. The Mother never saw her attackers. She was hit from behind. She was raped?probably many times.

?When she regained consciousness, she was alone. Her mother was there, but she was dead. The First Mother was badly injured. She had to crawl and drag herself back to her people. They cared for her as best they could. Her father couldn?t help her. He left her to others. He was so angry at what had been done to her and to her mother that eventually he left the group. The Mother awoke one morning and he was gone. She never saw him again.

?The people had already begun to make homes for themselves in the place they had chosen when they realized the Mother would have a child. No one had thought it was possible. People had tried to accept their sterility. They said it was better to have no children than

than to have un-Human children.? TomAs looked down at his hands. When he raised his head, he found himself looking directly at Tino.

?My people said the same thing before I left them,? Tino said. ?They believed it. But it?s a lie.?

TomAs looked at Lilith, his gaze questioning.

?You know it?s a lie,? Lilith said quietly.

TomAs looked at me, then continued his story. ?The people worried that the Mother?s child might not be Human. No one had seen her attackers. No one knew who or what they had been.?

Nikanj spoke up. ?They could not have believed we would send them away sterile, then change our minds and impregnate one of them while killing another.? Even with its soft mature-ooloi?s voice, it managed to sound outraged.

TomAs was already able to look at it, speak to it. It had been careful not to notice when he studied it as he ate. Now he said, ?They said you could do almost anything. Some of them said your powers came from the devil. Some said you were devils. Some were disgusted with that kind of talk. To them, you were only the enemy. They didn?t believe you had raped the Mother. They believed the Mother could be their tool to defeat you. They took her in and cared for her and fed her even when they didn?t have enough to eat themselves. When her son was born, they helped her care for him and they showed him to everyone so that the people could see that he was perfect and Human. They called him Adan. The mother?s name was MarIa de la Luz. When Adan was weaned, they cared for him. They encouraged his mother to work in the gardens and help with the building and be away from her son. That way, when the time came, when Adan was thirteen years old, they were able to put mother and son together. By then, both had been taught their duty. And by then, everyone had realized that the Mother was not only fertile but mortal?as they seemed not to be. By the time her first daughter was born, the Mother looked older than some of those who had helped her raise her son.

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