A thing stood before her?a being more terrible than any spirit she could imagine. A great, horned, scaly lizard- thing of vaguely human shape, but with a thick lashing tail and a scaly dog head with huge teeth set in jaws that could surely break a man’s arm.
In terror, Anyanwu transformed herself.
It was painful to change so quickly. It was agonizing. She bore the pain with a whimper that came out as a snarl. She had become a leopard, lithe and strong, fast and razor-clawed. She sprang.
The spirit screamed, collapsed, and became a man again.
Anyanwu hesitated, stood on his chest staring down at him. He was unconscious. He was a vicious, deadly being. Best to kill him now before he could come to and control her thoughts again. It seemed wrong to kill a helpless man, but if this man came to, he might well kill her.
“Anyanwu!”
Doro. She closed her ears to him. With a snarl, she tore out the throat of the being under her feet. In one way, that was a mistake. She tasted blood.
The speed of her change had depleted her as nothing else could. She had to feed soon. Now! She slashed her victim’s shirt out of the way and tore flesh from his breast. She fed desperately, mindlessly until something struck her hard across the face.
She spat in pain and anger, realized dimly that Doro had kicked her. Her muscles tensed. She could kill him. She could kill anyone who interfered with her now.
He stood inches from her, head back, as though offering her his throat. Which was exactly what he was doing, of course.
“Come,” he challenged. “Kill again. It has been a long time since I was a woman.”
She turned from him, hunger driven, and tore more flesh from the body of his son.
He lifted her bodily and threw her off the corpse. When she tried to return to it, he kicked her, beat her.
“Control yourself,” he ordered. “Become a woman!”
She did not know how she made the change. She did not know what held her from tearing him to pieces. Fear? She would not have thought that even fear could hold her at such a time. Doro had not seen the carnage she wrought on her own people so long ago when they attacked her and forced her to change too quickly. She had almost forgotten that part of the killing herself?the shame! Her people did not eat human flesh?but she had eaten it then. She had terrorized them into forgiving her, then outlived all but the legend of what she had done?or her mother had done, or her grandmother. People died. Their children ceased to be certain of exactly what had happened. The story became interwoven with spirits and gods. But what would she do now? She could not terrorize Doro into forgetting the grisly corpse on the floor.
Human again, she lay on the floor, face down and averted from the corpse. She was surprised that Doro did not go on beating her, that he did not kill her. She had no doubt that he could.
He lifted her, ignoring the blood that covered much of her body, and placed her on the bed beside Isaac. She lay there, limp, not looking at him. Oh, but the meat was warm inside her. Sustenance. She needed more!
“Why is Isaac here?” asked Doro. There was nothing in his voice. Not even anger.
“The other one brought him. Lale Sachs. He said you sent Isaac to me …” She stopped, confused. “No. He did not say it, he … he was in my thoughts, he …”
“I know.”
She turned finally to look at him. He looked tired, haggard. He looked like a man in pain, and she wanted to touch him, comfort him. But her hands were covered with blood.
“What else did he tell you?”
She shook her head back and forth against the bed. “I do not know. He showed an image of me lying with Isaac, then lying with him. He made me see it?almost made me want it.” She turned away again. “When I tried to send him away without … harming him, he did another thing … Doro, I must have food!” This last was a cry of pain.
He heard. “Stay here,” he said softly. “I’ll bring you something.”
He went away. When he was gone, it seemed that she could smell the meat on the floor. It beckoned to her. She moaned and turned her face down to the mattress. Beside her, Isaac made a small sound and moved closer to her. Surprised, she raised her head to look at him.
He was still semiconscious. His eyes were closed now, but she could see that they moved under the lids. And his lips moved, formed silent words. He had almost a black man’s mouth, the lips fuller than those of the other whites she had seen. Stiff yellow hairs grew from his face, showing that he had not shaved for a while. He had a broad, square face not unattractive to Anyanwu, and the sun had burned him a good, even brown. She wondered what white women thought of him. She wondered how white women looked.
“Food, Anyanwu,” Doro said softly.
She jumped, startled. She was becoming a deaf woman! Doro had never been able to approach her unheard before. But that did not matter. Not now.
She seized the bread and meat from his hands. Both were hard and dry?the kind of food the crew ate all the time, but they were no challenge to her teeth and jaws. Doro gave her wine and she gulped it down. The fresh meat on the floor would have been better, but now that she was in control of herself, nothing would make her touch that again.
“Tell me all that happened,” said Doro when she had eaten what he had given her.
She told him. She needed sleep now, but not as badly as she had needed food. And he deserved to know why his son had died.
She expected some comment or action from him when she finished, but he only shook his head and sighed.
