Waterfall
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There it is, Solon murmured.
Ander had already returned the spear and anchor to his backpack. Eureka claimed the heirloom Dad had never meant to leave her. She tucked the chest under her arm. Solon leaned in close, inhaling ferociously. When Ander leaned in, too, Eureka sensed she should keep the chest with her, in her bag with The Book of Love.
She pressed her lips against her fathers cheek. Hed always hated goodbyes. She nodded at Ander, who poured a dark green bottle of pungent alcohol onto the wood crates beneath Dad. Eureka reached for the gossipwitches torch, still lit, resting among the stalagmites. She tipped the flame over the alcohol. The fire caught.
Clare stared ahead numbly. William turned away and sobbed. Eureka gave the canoe the smallest push, and Dad entered the wet darkness, joined the rhythm of the current. She wished him peace and soft light in a heaven without tears.
16
THE FILLING
Late that night Eureka awoke in the dim stillness of the caves spare chamber, her mind haunted by the fading ghost of a nightmare. Shed been back in the avalanche of wasted dead. Instead of scrambling atop decaying bodies, this time, Eureka drowned in them. She struggled to dig herself out, but she was too deep in bones and blood and slime. It sluiced over her, warm and rank, until she couldnt even see the rain. Until she knew the dead would bury her alive.
You think you have all that you need! Solons voice boomed over the waterfall.
She rubbed her eyes and smelled death on her hands. After Dads funeral, shed washed them in the caves salty spring and filed her nails with a porous stone until there was no place else for the blood shed spilled to lodge. But she still smelled Seyma on her hands. She knew she always would.
Youre wrong, Solon said.
Eureka tilted her good ear toward the sound and waited for a response.
But Filiz and the Poet had gone home, and everyone else was asleep: William and Claire shared a blanket at the foot of Eurekas bed. Cat was passed out on her side next to Eureka, singing in her sleep as she had always done, since their earliest sleepovers. Tonight she softly slurred the bridge from Crystal Gayles Dont It Make My Brown Eyes Blue.
On Eurekas other side, Ander slept on his stomach, his face buried in a pillow. Even in his dreams he disappeared. She laid her head close to his for a moment. She inhaled his scent and felt the warm power of his breath. Dim light displayed faint lines around his eyes and silver-blond hairs around his temple. Had they been there that morning? Eureka didnt know. When you spent so much time looking at someone it was hard to measure how they changed.
Yesterday, the idea that love aged Ander appalled Eureka. But it wouldnt matter nowAnder couldnt possibly love her anymore. No one could. Shewouldnt let them. Freedom from love meant freedom to focus on getting to the Marais, damming her flood, finishing Atlasand liberating Brooks.
What would Brooks think of what Eureka had done to Seyma? For the first time, she was glad that he was gone.
I know, Solons voice insisted. I will deliver the last piece, but its complicated. Delicate.
Eureka rose from her blanket and edged toward the hanging rug separating the guest room from the salon. The gossipwitches torch burned low, balanced between two stalagmites. Its amethyst stones provided inexhaustible and intelligent fuel: the flame adjusted itself during the day, burning brightest just before bedtime, soft as candlelight when everyone retired.
A voice answered Solon:
I turned my back on you.
A shiver went down Eurekas spine. It was her fathers voice.
Eureka flew into the salon, expecting to find Dad sitting at the broken table, cracking an egg into a bowl and smiling, eager to explain the stunt hed pulled.
The room was empty. The waterfall roared.
Solon? Eureka called.
A dim light glowed from the staircase that led to the caves lower level. Solons cloistered workshop lay below.
I turned my back on you, the voice repeated, drifting up the stairs. It sounded so much like Dads that Eureka stumbled as she hurried toward it.
At the base of the stairs, Solon sat on a spun silk rug under a hanging glass lantern. Someone sat across from him, his face turned away from Eureka. He was hard to make out clearly in the shadowy light, but Eureka knew it wasnt Dad. He looked as young as Solon, with a shaved head, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. He was naked.
As Eureka reached the bottom stair, the boys head turned toward her, and her breath caught in her throat. Something about the strange boy reminded her of
Dad?
Tears glistened in the corner of Solons eyes. He fixed Ovid. Until now I wasnt sure it would work. There was gossip, of course, but one can never trust a witch. And anyone else who might remember is either dead or in the Sleeping World. He wiped his eyes. Your father fixed it. Come and see.
Solon took Eurekas hand. She sat next to him on the rug, across from the na**d boy. When she saw it more clearly, she realized it wasnt humanit was a gleaming machine crafted in the shape of a very fit boy.
Amazing, isnt it? Solon asked.
Eurekas eyes roved over the machines anatomically impressive body, but when she looked at the robots face, she found it hard to breathe. It was youthful, like an ancient Greek statuebut its features were unmistakably those of her father.
Ander had already returned the spear and anchor to his backpack. Eureka claimed the heirloom Dad had never meant to leave her. She tucked the chest under her arm. Solon leaned in close, inhaling ferociously. When Ander leaned in, too, Eureka sensed she should keep the chest with her, in her bag with The Book of Love.
She pressed her lips against her fathers cheek. Hed always hated goodbyes. She nodded at Ander, who poured a dark green bottle of pungent alcohol onto the wood crates beneath Dad. Eureka reached for the gossipwitches torch, still lit, resting among the stalagmites. She tipped the flame over the alcohol. The fire caught.
Clare stared ahead numbly. William turned away and sobbed. Eureka gave the canoe the smallest push, and Dad entered the wet darkness, joined the rhythm of the current. She wished him peace and soft light in a heaven without tears.
16
THE FILLING
Late that night Eureka awoke in the dim stillness of the caves spare chamber, her mind haunted by the fading ghost of a nightmare. Shed been back in the avalanche of wasted dead. Instead of scrambling atop decaying bodies, this time, Eureka drowned in them. She struggled to dig herself out, but she was too deep in bones and blood and slime. It sluiced over her, warm and rank, until she couldnt even see the rain. Until she knew the dead would bury her alive.
You think you have all that you need! Solons voice boomed over the waterfall.
She rubbed her eyes and smelled death on her hands. After Dads funeral, shed washed them in the caves salty spring and filed her nails with a porous stone until there was no place else for the blood shed spilled to lodge. But she still smelled Seyma on her hands. She knew she always would.
Youre wrong, Solon said.
Eureka tilted her good ear toward the sound and waited for a response.
But Filiz and the Poet had gone home, and everyone else was asleep: William and Claire shared a blanket at the foot of Eurekas bed. Cat was passed out on her side next to Eureka, singing in her sleep as she had always done, since their earliest sleepovers. Tonight she softly slurred the bridge from Crystal Gayles Dont It Make My Brown Eyes Blue.
On Eurekas other side, Ander slept on his stomach, his face buried in a pillow. Even in his dreams he disappeared. She laid her head close to his for a moment. She inhaled his scent and felt the warm power of his breath. Dim light displayed faint lines around his eyes and silver-blond hairs around his temple. Had they been there that morning? Eureka didnt know. When you spent so much time looking at someone it was hard to measure how they changed.
Yesterday, the idea that love aged Ander appalled Eureka. But it wouldnt matter nowAnder couldnt possibly love her anymore. No one could. Shewouldnt let them. Freedom from love meant freedom to focus on getting to the Marais, damming her flood, finishing Atlasand liberating Brooks.
What would Brooks think of what Eureka had done to Seyma? For the first time, she was glad that he was gone.
I know, Solons voice insisted. I will deliver the last piece, but its complicated. Delicate.
Eureka rose from her blanket and edged toward the hanging rug separating the guest room from the salon. The gossipwitches torch burned low, balanced between two stalagmites. Its amethyst stones provided inexhaustible and intelligent fuel: the flame adjusted itself during the day, burning brightest just before bedtime, soft as candlelight when everyone retired.
A voice answered Solon:
I turned my back on you.
A shiver went down Eurekas spine. It was her fathers voice.
Eureka flew into the salon, expecting to find Dad sitting at the broken table, cracking an egg into a bowl and smiling, eager to explain the stunt hed pulled.
The room was empty. The waterfall roared.
Solon? Eureka called.
A dim light glowed from the staircase that led to the caves lower level. Solons cloistered workshop lay below.
I turned my back on you, the voice repeated, drifting up the stairs. It sounded so much like Dads that Eureka stumbled as she hurried toward it.
At the base of the stairs, Solon sat on a spun silk rug under a hanging glass lantern. Someone sat across from him, his face turned away from Eureka. He was hard to make out clearly in the shadowy light, but Eureka knew it wasnt Dad. He looked as young as Solon, with a shaved head, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. He was naked.
As Eureka reached the bottom stair, the boys head turned toward her, and her breath caught in her throat. Something about the strange boy reminded her of
Dad?
Tears glistened in the corner of Solons eyes. He fixed Ovid. Until now I wasnt sure it would work. There was gossip, of course, but one can never trust a witch. And anyone else who might remember is either dead or in the Sleeping World. He wiped his eyes. Your father fixed it. Come and see.
Solon took Eurekas hand. She sat next to him on the rug, across from the na**d boy. When she saw it more clearly, she realized it wasnt humanit was a gleaming machine crafted in the shape of a very fit boy.
Amazing, isnt it? Solon asked.
Eurekas eyes roved over the machines anatomically impressive body, but when she looked at the robots face, she found it hard to breathe. It was youthful, like an ancient Greek statuebut its features were unmistakably those of her father.
