Cleos in an iron cage, surrounded by steel mesh, Rick said. Whats she going to do, roar until our ears bleed?
The man tugged the bill of his red cap down, shading more of his strong features. Only a fool believes his eyes over all other senses.
Shelley laughed out loud while Rick fumed, and when I turned back for another glimpse of the large man in the red hat, he was gone.
Shelley and I dragged the guys toward the next cage: Panthera leo aeetus. Commonly known as a griffin.
Rick and Brandon were fascinated by the griffins, both perched on dead tree branches bolted to the ends of their massive aviary on wheels. They had the hindquarters of a lion and the majestic head, wings, and front claws of an eagle.
An eagle on the physical scale of a lion.
Id seen them on television and studied them in school, but Id had no appreciation for their size until I stood in front of them. They must have weighed at least five hundred pounds each.
Brandon shouted at one, unrebuked by another large, gruff handler, and was rewarded when the griffin suddenly threw his enormous wings out and flapped, as if hed dive at us. We all gasped and backpedaled. The griffin pulled his dive up short at the last second, and I noticed that a patch on his right wing, along the top ridge, was bare of feathers at exactly the spot his wing would have hit the bars, if he hadnt stopped.
The griffin made a horrible avian screech and I covered both my ears, but when he settled on a branch closer to us, still riled up from being teased, I realized that his sharp eagles beak and incredible wingspan were far less intimidating than his feet, a lethal cross between a lions claws and a birds talons.
They were huge. And sharp. I noticed a dried chunk of raw meat wedged between his first and second digits.
My heart ached for him. The griffin was obviously meant to soar the skies and stalk the plains in wide-open freedom. None of which he would get in the menagerie. Yes, griffins could be dangerous, but so could bears and sharks and alligators, yet we didnt round them all up and throw them into cages.
After the griffins came the phoenix. Shelley was disappointed when it refused to burst into flames, then rise from its own ashes for her personal amusement, even though the signs wired to its cage said the poor thing wasnt due for a rebirth for nearly another month. I thought it was beautiful, even without the flames. The phoenix had a long graceful swan-like neck with plumage in vibrant graduating shades of red, yellow, and orange. Its broad sweeping tail would have made any peacock jealous.
After the bestiary, we skipped the Natural Oddities section, which promised us trolls, ogres, goblins, and other assorted humanoid creatures of legend. Brandon led the way toward the Human Hybrids section, where the sign at the entrance promised us bizarre and fascinating combinations of man and beast.
Come forward, come forward! the uniformed man at the tent entrance called, waving us closer with both white-gloved hands. Metzgers guarantees youve never seen a spectacle like this, no matter what other shows youve attended. No one else on earth has such an extensive collection of grotesque mergers of human and animal flesh as youll find in this very tent. Wolf and man, horse and man, fish and man, bird and woman... He winked at Rick. Weve got it all! And dont forget to take a peek at our world-famous minotaur! You wont find another like him anywhere else in the continental U.S.!
It sounds really freaky, Shelley said.
That it is, that it is. The talker bowed deeply, top hat in hand. But youve got these lucky gentlemen to keep you and your friend safe. He gave the guys another faux-confidential wink, and I almost laughed out loud. Brandon got nervous when he heard coyotes howl at night.
The man in the top hat glanced at our bracelets, then held back a canvas flap with a practiced flourish.
Seriously, whats it like in there? Shelley asked before Rick could push his way inside.
The carny shrugged with an evasive smile. Some people love it. Gives others the willies. But what I can tell you is that you cant truly know who you are in here he laid one gloved hand over his red sequined vest until youve been through there. He pushed the tent flap open wider.
Brandon, Shelley, and Rick stared into the darkness.
I stepped inside.
Shock and grief echo across the United States this morning with the news that more than one million children died overnight, most reportedly killed in their sleep. Government officials and residents alike watch, stunned, as the reports continue to pour in, raising the death toll by several thousand per hour...
As reported by anchor Brian Richards on
U.S. Morning News, August 24, 1986
Delilah
My ears roared with my own pulse as my friends followed me through the low entrance into the soaring tent, where a circle of faux-vintage wagon cages surrounded a bright red circus ring. The ring was empty except for a tall stool in the center, dramatically illuminated by a stark spotlight. Unoccupied bleachers lined the shadowy perimeter of the space, set up for a show to come later that night.
The farm scent was much less noticeable in the hybrid tent, where all the exhibits were at least part human, but there was yet more hay beneath our feet and the prevailing ambient noise was still the whisper of paws against hard surfaces and the occasional clomp of hooves.
Like the wagons in the bestiary, those in the hybrid tent had solid steelor iron?end panels, complete with massive, heavy-looking couplings with which they could be connected to the other cars. In theory. However, the rust on the hitches made me doubt that they were ever hooked to anything for very long.
Though we couldnt see inside the cars with their end panels facing us, we could see into the wagons across the ring, where vaguely humanoid beings paced, slouched, or sat in the corners of their cages, wearily trying to ignore their audience.
A woman in a red sequined leotard and red-trimmed black top hat stepped forward when we got to the entrance of the ring, defined by padded crimson ropes strung between two shiny metal posts. Welcome to the human hybrids tent, where every genetic atrocity you can imagine is on display to satisfy your curiosity! Her name tag read Wendy, and she was cradling something in the crook of her left arm.
Oh! Shelley rushed toward the woman and the small bundle she held. He doesnt look so atrocious!
Wendy gave her a slick, indulgent smile. No, this little guy is damn near adorable. She leaned into the light and I saw that she held an infant satyr, whose furry brown goat legs ended in tiny hooves. His chubby little belly and everything north of it was human, except the tiny horns growing from the sides of his skull.
Id never seen anything cuter in my life.
His mother just fed him, and I was about to take him back to the petting zoo. Wendy twisted toward the circle of cages with hardly a glance at her young charge. His mothers the one at the back of
Oh, can I hold him first? Shelley asked, already reaching for the infant.
I...um... Wendy sputtered, obviously unsure how to answer. I guess. Just for a second. She laid the child in my best friends arms, while Rick and Brandon watched, dumbfounded.
Oh, can I hold him first? Shelley asked, already reaching for the infant.
I...um... Wendy sputtered, obviously unsure how to answer. I guess. Just for a second. She laid the child in my best friends arms, while Rick and Brandon watched, dumbfounded.
His fur tickles. Shelley ran one finger down his fuzzy shin and over his hoof, but the childs eyes never fluttered. He didnt even seem to feel the touch.
Why isnt he moving? I asked Wendy.
She shrugged. He has a full belly. Hes passed out cold.
That much was true, but it had nothing to do with the state of his stomach. I gently pulled back the babys left eyelid, then his right. Hes not full, hes sedated. I frowned up at Wendy. Why would you sedate an infant? I demanded. Brandon put one hand on my shoulder to calm me, embarrassed by what he no doubt saw as an irrational tantrum on my part, but I shrugged him off. Hes not a threat. Hes a baby.
Wendys patronizing smile faltered. If the reaping taught us anything, its that a threat can come in any size. She took the baby back, and with it, her bright, cheery expression, which now looked as false as her ridiculously long, ridiculously red fingernails. Now, if youd like to see the kind of monster this little guy will grow into she swept her empty arm toward the wagon car on our left start here and follow the circle counterclockwise.
My gaze followed the path formed between the outer loop of wagons and the inner, twelve-inch-high circus ring. Several other customers were clustered at various points on the path.
When you get to the far side of the circle, go through the gate to the adjoining tent for a look at our special exhibits.
Ricks eyes brightened. Is that where you keep the mermaids?
She nodded and gave him an almost intimate smile, as if she were letting us in on a special secret. Along with a couple of our other rare specimens. Including the Brazilian encantadosdolphin shape-shiftersand our world-famous minotaur.
Brandon shoved Ricks shoulder. I told you there were mermaids!
Wendys smile grew, and she was now ignoring me completely. Just make sure you stay on the path and out of the center ring.
Why? What happens there? Shelley asked.
At the eight-oclock show, one of the werewolves will do a live shift. Ive seen it a million times, and its still incredible. You cant miss it! She laughed at Shelleys worried expression. Theyre chained the whole time, even inside the safety cages, and theyre surrounded by armed handlers, too. She gave each of us a full-color glossy pamphlet. And the ten-oclock show is stunning! She gestured toward the ring with a familiar, wide-armed wave. The draco sets two rings on fire and the cat shifters jump through them. Her arm rose gracefully to take in the soaring ceiling of the tent. They put a bird net around the whole thing, and the harpies make several breathtaking dives. I guarantee youve never seen anything like it. Its the highlight of the evening.
I stared at the pamphlet. I wanted to see the draco breathe fire and the harpies swoop and dive, but wanting something didnt give one the right to have it. While I could rationalize my willingness to walk through passive exhibits I found fascinating yet morally repulsive, I could not justify sitting through a show in which sentient creatures were forced to perform against their will.
Though the prices Metzgers was able to charge made it clear that I took the minority viewpoint on that.
Do the shows cost extra? Rick asked.
Um...let me see your bracelet. Wendy glanced at the wrist he held out. Nope, you guys have the deluxe admission. You can go anywhere and see anything, except for the staff-only and staging areas.
Awesome, Shelley said.
Wendy smiled and wished us a great evening, though her smile staled when it landed on me, then gestured for us to enter the ring. As we approached the first huge circus wagon, I glanced back to find her talking to Gallagher, the handler in the red cap, whod snapped at me for touching the chimera cage.
They were both watching me.
I made myself turn back to my friends just as Shelley gasped. Hes so big!
For a second, I thought she was talking about the huge handler, and I almost nodded in agreement. Then I realized she was staring into the first cage, a silver-trimmed green masterpiece with fleurs-de-lis and stylized howling wolf heads carved into the corners. I hurried to catch up with my friends and as soon as I stepped in front of the first cage, labeled ClaudioWerewolf, I lost my breath.
Claudio was beautiful.
His eyes were golden, like multifaceted bits of amber, and while they were clearly wolf eyes, they contained an obvious understandinga self-awareness that ordinary wolves eyes didnt have. His fur was thick and silver and glossy, and when he paced into the half of his cage that was lit from the overhead lights, I saw that his silver coat was actually made up of many different shades of black, white, and gray. His fur shifted with each movement, the color rippling and buckling as each individual hair reflected the light at a slightly different angle.
I stared, transfixed.
Claudio growled at us softly, padding back and forth in a cage that was much too confined, because Shelley was right. He was huge.
I didnt realize how big theyd be, Brandon said.
Ordinary wolves dont get that large, I whispered, uncomfortably aware that the shifter could both hear and understand me, assuming he spoke English. One hundred seventy-five pounds, max, for males. Most are closer to one-fifty. By contrast, Claudio was two hundred pounds, by my guessa wolf the size of a grown manand in spite of an obviously confined lifestyle, he looked lean and powerful.
The reality isnt like the old monster movies, I said, still speaking softly because somehow that felt more respectful of Claudio. They dont have superpowers. Theyre strong and fast because theyre wolves, but theyre not superstrong, or superfast.
Yeah, but even a regular wolf can rip a mans throat out, Brandon said, and I couldnt argue.
I stepped closer to the cage, fascinated, and Claudio snarled at me, lips curled back to reveal a muzzle full of lethally sharp teeth. The lump in my throat threatened to cut off my airway. Im so sorry, I whispered, and the growling stopped. Claudio blinked and tilted his head in an oddly human display of surprise, and that stream of guilt trickling through me swelled into a veritable river, until my veins surged with it.
Claudio didnt belong in a cage, and just by coming to observe him in captivity, Id become part of the problem.
Anger on his behalf uncoiled like a living thing deep inside me and I gasped at the hot, unsettling sensation in my belly.
Lilah! Shelley called as she moved on to the next cart, a green-trimmed silver inverse of the werewolfs, with full moons carved into the scrolling frame. Theres a girl wolf!
Claudios snarling resumed, more intensely than before, a reminder that he not only heard everything we said, but understood us, as well.
The plaque on the next circus wagon read GenevièveWerewolf, but at first glance, the cage appeared empty.