To my shelter. This way.
The feeling came back to his legs and he supported his own weight, but she did not release his arm. He began to take note of the buildings they passed. Uneasiness sandpapered his nerves.
This was no Seattle he knew. The patterns of brick in the buildings suggested vague faces, the fireplugs that hunched beneath snow caps were like cossack trolls. It was all alive and watching, awareness in the details like a Kay Nielsen illustration for a metropolitan fairytale. Cassies grip was firm on his arm and he was suddenly grateful for it, sure she guided him past dangers and pitfalls. This was no place of dead stone and bare pavement, though thousands might walk its streets by day and believe so. This was an ecosystem, vital and aware, of interdependent life. of predators and prey and parasites. Wizards heart nearly stopped as be thought how blindly he had wandered through these streets.
This way. Down this way.
An alley mouth, and a wooden door in a brick wall. And then stairs. Stairs that barked his shins and cramped his cold calf muscles. He followed her up them, and through a door into a place that pressed him with silence and warmth. He noticed little more than that at first. He sank into the corner of a fat couch upholstered in cream cloth with large blue flowers on it. He let his head sag back against the cushioned support, feeling warmth and smelling dust. He heard her close the door, and men she moved into his field of vision again. She swirled a dark cloak free of her body, ridding it of snow with a snap.
The tack. tack of her boots faded into another room, and was followed by the homey clatter of pans and cups. His cheeks and forehead tingled as his skin began to warm. Somewhere a kettle whistled, and a spoon stirred against ceramic mugs. A refrigerator opened and closed. Then he heard the soft tread of bare feet on carpeting and suddenly smelled rich chocolate.
He opened his eyes, wondering when he had closed them. She was placing a tray on a low coffee table before me wide couch.
Hungry? she asked.
He dragged himself upright. The smell of the food beckoned him, but he hesitated, wary as the wolf lured to the trap. He stared at the woman.
She was dressed in a long soft robe as white as the snow they had come from. It fell to her bare feet and then puddled wound them as she suddenly sank down to sit gracefully on the floor by the table. Her long dark hair, dampened by the soow, hung straight past her shoulders, but short tendrils of it wisped around her face- And her face was classic, oval, with a straight nose and chiseled mouth such as one might expect to find stamped on ancient coins. Her eyes were darker than brown but not black, and the chill of the night had flushed her cheeks. He suddenly felt dirty and uncouth.
Behind her was a jungle. Hants lined and banked the wall, plants that trailed or climbed or stood upright on their stalks.
Some bore blossoms in a rainbow of colors and some were innocently green- He recognized none of them. Turning his head, he discovered more plants, in tubs and pots and basins.
Yet me room did not feel crowded. There was a harmony to this interior garden that he had never sensed before- They took in tension and breathed out peace.
Behind her was a jungle. Hants lined and banked the wall, plants that trailed or climbed or stood upright on their stalks.
Some bore blossoms in a rainbow of colors and some were innocently green- He recognized none of them. Turning his head, he discovered more plants, in tubs and pots and basins.
Yet me room did not feel crowded. There was a harmony to this interior garden that he had never sensed before- They took in tension and breathed out peace.
Arent you hungry? she asked, and he realized she was repeating herself. He nodded dumbly and took the mug she offered.
It was a most unorthodox meal. There was hot chocolate topped with dollops of cream, small rich hiscuits swirled through with cinnamon and brown sugar, and little oranges she peeled for him because his hands were stilt too cold to manage them.
He watched the long curls of rind, more green than gold, trail from her graceful fingers. The oranges were sweet and tart, and strangely right with the chocolate. He had not realized how cold he had been until he abruptly stopped shivering, and breathed a deep sigh as his body relaxed.
Warmer now? she asked, and when he nodded, smiled and said, A quick shot of sugar will do that for you. Helps the body chase off the chill.
Youre gentler this time, he said suddenly, and then wondered what had prompted it from him.
Am I? Sometimes I am. It depends on my mood more than on my form. Why, did I scare you before?
A little. I guess Im just not that used to dealing with people anymore. I still dont understand whats happening, or who you are, or why Im here. Im just glad to be warm.
For now, thats probably enough. But Ill give you a little more than that to think on tonight. Im Cassie. And youre here because you have a lot to find out, and you wont find out what you already know by crouching behind a dumpster and freezing to death.
He nodded as if that made sense. And where are we?
In my place. One of my favorite Seattles. Were in the one that would have been if the great fire hadnt happened at the turn of the century.
Right. Bring on the rabbits with pocket watches.
Not quite. More like bring on the wizards and wicked witches.
Toto, I dont think were in Kansas anymore.
Precisely! and she laughed delightedly. He laughed with her, uneasily, and rose as he did so.
I think Id better be going.
She shook her head with bemused tolerance. I think youd better stay. You need dry clothes, a haircut and a shave, and another meal or two before youre fit to try your wings. Its going to be a different world for you out there. Most of all, you need to understand who you are.
Her amusement stung him. Listen, lady. I already understand myself just fine- Maybe if you understood me a little better, you wouldnt feel so cosy about what youve just dragged up to your apartment in the middle of the night. Picking up someone like me off the streets isnt a smart way to get your kicks.
Maybe if you understood a little better just who had picked you up, you wouldnt feel so comfortable about being here, either. Now sit down and stop ruffling your feathers at me. No one has to feel threatened. Does the idea of dry clothes and a bath hurt your feelings?
No. But then what?
Then whatever. Well take each step as it presents itself.
Look, uh what is your name?
She had him there. He just stared at her, knowing he knew it, knowing he could remember it if he had to, if he wanted to. Then he tried to remember it, even wanted to remember it, and couldnt. And remembered that this had happened to him before.
You see? she said softly, and he suddenly felt the trap he had fallen into. She didnt push it. The bathrooms down that hall, to the left. Well talk later.
He stared at her for a long moment, thinking of a dozen possible courses. He could walk out the door, or insist that they talk right now, or throw the coffee table against the wall, or She didnt break away from his stare, but held him steady until it had alt passed. He felt suddenly hollow and old.
To the left?
She nodded.
He had been terrified that it would be all pinks and posies, with tiny bars of soap and ice white towels and delicate crystal soap dishes and figurines. It wasnt. The hot water steamed the big mirror in its wooden frame. The soap filled his hand, white and unscented. The towels were huge, brown, and mildly scratchy. But even shaved and washed he looked something of a wild man. Rough brown hair straggled over his ears and forehead. His eyes were rimmed with pink. He broke a toothbrush from an envelope of plastic and scrubbed at his teeth until his gums bled. He dug grime from under his fingernails, paying attention to each minute detail of cleansing himself so he wouldnt have to think.
His clothing had disappeared while he showered. Fresh jeans and a soft blue sweatshirt supported white underwear and socks.
Eventually he had to emerge, feeling strangely vulnerable and light-headed in his cleanliness.
She was not in the living room, nor in the kitchen when he peered around the door. He stood still, wondering whether he should sit down quietly on the couch and await her return, or call to her. He sat, but no sooner had he sunk into the couchs soft embrace than he felt he had to find the woman. Cassie.
There were too many unanswered questions, and in the silence they were ganging up on him. He peered into the kitchen again, and saw a second door. He went to it, tapped and called softly,
Cassie? There was no reply. He turned the knob and pushed it open.
A black wind was blowing past it, its whistle rising and falling in pitch. All beyond the door was dark, with a total darkness deeper than any he had ever glimpsed before. He stared out into it, petrified and fascinated. He felt neither cold nor warm in the wind that passed him, but neutrally at peace.
Breathing took a little more effort, but somehow he didnt really mind that. His lungs pumped deep and steady, and he finally saw, infinitely far in the darkness, a pinprick of light. He gripped the edges of the doorjamb and leaned out, trying to see it better. It reminded him of the snowflakes in front of the streetlamp. There was that feeling again, of journeying rapidly to a place so far away that despite ones dizzying speed, one might never get there. Or was the pinprick of light actually getting smaller? He leaned further out.
She gripped him, not by the collar of his shirt, but by the back of his neck. Her hand was cold and strong, her nails sharp. He felt himself drawn firmly back from the pinhole of light, pulled back into light and kitchen fragrances and warmth on his skin. She jerked the door shut as soon as he was completely within it. Then she turned to him, shaking her head.
Is there any kind of trouble you dont get into? she asked with some asperity.
I was looking for you. What was that?
Cassie shrugged. The part of the Seattle were in has gaps like that. No one understands them, but we all know theyre dangerous. If we open a door or a window and theres nothing there, we shut it. Thats all.