can no longer see, hear, or feel. That makes the soul isolated and lonely. It seeks a death-wife.'
'A death-wife,' Rashid repeated. 'Oh, I
'A completion — the dead man's missing half. When we are born, we are each male and female, both in one. At Commitment, the male or female half of our soul is absorbed back into the body of the gods. Except those who keep both halves.' Her eyes were on Steck… which meant she knew Steck was Neut, and Hakoore was no better at keeping secrets from his family than Vaygon the Seedster. I doubted that he actually shared confidences with his granddaughter, but I could easily picture him throwing a tantrum about the presence of a Neut in the cove. He'd do that in front of Dorr with no more thought about her than a piece of the furniture.
'So,' Dorr continued in her half-whisper, 'a dead man longs for a death-wife, just as a dead woman longs for a death-husband. The half-soul wants to become whole again. If I were to touch Bonnakkut now, he would seize my spirit like a lover and lock me to him in the deep forever blackness. We would lie together in that decaying flesh, feverishly coupling till the end of time… all in a futile attempt to crush ourselves into one complete being.'
She looked at me. Her eyes gleamed. It could have been a kind of desire… but I told myself she was just baiting me.
'So,' said Rashid, 'males should avoid touching female corpses and vice versa. Fascinating.' His fingers played with the pouch on his belt where he kept his notebook; clearly, he wanted to whip the book out. 'And you're about to perform a ritual that makes the body safe?'
'My grandfather will entice Bonnakkut from his body by offering him a proper death-wife: one of the gods.'
'A god. Really.'
I could tell Rashid had to make an effort to sound impressed rather than amused.
'The gods are great,' Dorr replied. 'They may take any number of husbands or wives. Think of Mistress Leaf, for example.' Dorr gestured to the woods around us. 'Mistress Leaf fills the trees here, and in the forest beyond, and in all the forests of the Earth, and all the forests of all the planets from here to the edge of the Glass. If she chooses Bonnakkut, she has ample abundance to be his wife forever, and wife to every other she may take for her own. Do you think a mere man would ever be disappointed with her? She's beautiful and sweet… maybe not clever, but Bonnakkut will do well if she accepts him.'
'And what other gods are available if, ah, Mistress Leaf decides Bonnakkut isn't Mr. Right?'
'Mistress Water, Mistress Night, Mistress Deer…'
'Mistress Want,' Steck suggested from her seat on the rock.
'Who's Mistress Want?' Rashid asked.
'Not all the Tober gods are happy and woodsy,' Steck replied. 'Mistress Want is a symbol of poverty. Starvation. Despair. She's usually depicted as a skeleton, creeping invisibly past your hut at night.'
'And she can be a death-wife too?'
'If no one else will take you,' Steck said. 'Most other gods have standards — I don't imagine Mistress Leaf wants anything to do with a bear-fart like Bonnakkut. But Mistress Want will wrestle almost anyone into her bed. As will Master Disease.'
Steck smiled at me, teasing. I glared back at her.
'This is quite an elegant system,' Rashid said with too much patronization in his voice. 'Bad people obviously suffer a hellish afterlife with Mistress Want or Master Disease, while good people are taken into bliss with one of the other gods. And since you have a lot of benevolent gods, people with different tastes can all have something to look forward to. A woodsman might be happy with Mistress Leaf, a sailor with Mistress Water…'
'Don't get it backwards!' Hakoore hissed. 'The gods do the choosing, not the mortals. Right now, there may be a dozen gods standing among us, talking over which will take Bonnakkut for a husband.'
Dorr gave me a look. Obviously, we both doubted that Bonnakkut would have so many takers.
'How do we know which gods are nearby?' Rashid asked.
'We don't,' Hakoore snapped. 'It's none of our business, who's here and who isn't. We just have to persuade Bonnakkut to come out of his body. If he takes even the tiniest peek into the world at large, he'll see the goddess who's chosen him and it will be love at first sight.'
'Even if it's Mistress Want?'
'She's still a goddess,' Dorr answered. 'With a great and terrible beauty that will pull Bonnakkut like a rope. If she's his best wife out of all the other gods, he'll spill himself with lust when he sees the snow-pure whiteness of her bones.'
Steck made a soft choking sound. Even Hakoore chose not to look at his granddaughter for several minutes thereafter.
Last rites aren't intended to be showy. People are generally sent away while the Patriarch's Man plays matchmaker for the corpse's soul… but Hakoore wanted me there as his 'disciple' and it soon became apparent Rashid had no intention of leaving while we practiced our 'indigenous cultural ways.' Hakoore made a halfhearted attempt at getting rid of Steck, but she just laughed. Dorr was the only one he had a chance of ordering around, and he didn't say a word to her.
Therefore, we were all standing close as he opened his embroidered satchel and began to pull out the elements for the ritual: a gold pin, an OldTech shaving mirror, a small wineskin…
'What are these things for?' Rashid asked.
Hakoore plunged the pin into Bonnakkut's arm. 'First things first.' he answered. 'Test that the man's really dead.'
Rashid pointed to the throat wound. 'Isn't that obvious?'
'I don't cut corners,' Hakoore hissed. Placing the nozzle of the wineskin into Bonnakkut's ear, he gave a good healthy squeeze. Clear fluid squirted out, bounced against Bonnakkut's eardrum, and splashed onto the ground. 'It's only water,' Hakoore said before Rashid could ask. 'But if a person doesn't react to a spritz in the ear, odds are the person is past reacting.'
Rashid turned to Steck. 'Don't you just love folk wisdom?'
'You can find the same in any OldTech medical text,' Steck replied.
'But when it happens in the middle of a forest, it's quaint. I must say…'
He stopped and looked toward the village. I had already heard the sound of feet running toward us, and the slash of leaves as someone swiped at a branch that lay too close to the path. A moment later, the remnants of the Warriors Society stormed into sight, all three of them breathing heavily.
It's an odd thing about bullies: they seem so ridiculous in the abstract. From a distance, I thought of Kaeomi, Stallor and Mintz as bumbling oafs — Bonnakkut's pack of yappy little terriers. I always managed to forget how imposing they were face to face. How quick and muscular Kaeomi was. How Stallor's barrel chest loomed at the level of my head. How Mintz had the just plain mean expression of someone who wouldn't stop hitting you merely because you'd fallen unconscious. Our three warriors weren't quite as bad as the Southern murderers and rapists they had to track down, but they were all men who'd sneer and call you weakling for playing the violin.
'Get out of here,' Hakoore snapped at the three of them. 'I'm performing last rites.'
'So?' Mintz kept advancing and the other two followed with barely a pause. 'People are saying that Bonnakkut…'
He stopped, looking down at the First Warrior's corpse. Stallor and Kaeomi stepped up beside him, making a wall of muscle. Since I was kneeling beside the deceased, the warriors towered above me as tall as firs.
'Who did it?' Kaeomi asked. I had the feeling he was talking to me, though he wasn't looking in my direction.
'We don't have any suspects yet,' Rashid answered. 'I've barely started my investigation.'
'It's
Dorr let out a derisive snort. Mintz wheeled on her. 'What was that?'
She met his gaze silently, her expression just short of outright mockery.
'Investigations are up to the First Warrior,' Hakoore hissed irritably. 'Not you three.'
'One of us will be First Warrior soon enough,' Kaeomi said.
'And how does that work?' Rashid asked pleasantly. 'Do you hold an election? Tests of skill?'
'Traditionally,' Steck answered, 'each warrior spends the next few weeks being an officious pain-in-the-ass and alienating the entire village. When Father Ash and Mother Dust get fed up with all that posturing, they appoint one of the candidates more or less at random… unless they secretly go behind closed doors and compare penis size, which is what it's really about anyway.'
All three warriors turned angrily toward the Neut, their hands bunching into fists. I was glad their attention was focused on my mother, so they couldn't see me trying not to laugh.
'You!' Kaeomi's face reddened as he pointed his spear toward Steck. 'You're the prime suspect here!'
'Why?'
'Because you're a—'
'Cherished guest, officially granted hospitality?' Steck suggested.
'We know what you are,' Mintz glowered. 'And hospitality or not…'
Dorr made a soft gasp and gave Mintz a sudden shove. For a second I couldn't believe it; then I heard a thunk and saw a knife hilt sticking out of a tree beside my mother's head. Mintz must have drawn the blade stealthily and only Dorr's quick eyes had noticed. Her shove had knocked off Mintz's throw.
'Bitch!' Mintz growled at Dorr. He lashed out, a straightarm swing that slammed across her chest and propelled her backward. By Mintz's standards, it was almost a love-tap: just pushing her out of the way, with no intention to do real damage. Even so, it knocked the wind out of Dorr's lungs and she stumbled back, sucking air as she struggled to keep her balance on the uneven ground. Back she came toward me… and that meant toward Bonnakkut's corpse, still hungry for a death-wife. Kneeling there, I had no choice — I threw myself across the dead man, trying to cover his body to protect Dorr from touching it.
A second later, Dorr tripped and fell on top of me.
I was facing the ground so I didn't see exactly how she came down. She must have twisted around somehow, because she fell front first rather than on her back. Her hand thrust out to catch herself; I heard the dull
Breath huffed out of my lungs. Somewhere close by, Hakoore growled with outrage, but neither Dorr nor I had enough air for sound. We lay there, me pressed hard against Bonnakkut's corpse, my nose actually digging into his cooling cheek; and Dorr above me, flat against my back. I could feel her breasts squashed into me… and I could also feel…
