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deny me more than a kiss. I tell her these are simply dreams and she tells me they are not, they re a
meeting of shades outside of space and time; she s a ghost, she tells me, and if I lost myself in her I would
share her death.
Oh, don t! Ingeborg s fingers grew white-knuckled upon his shoulder. Unvoiced was that he would
die like a blown-out flame.
Silence.
Fear not, I shan t, he said.
Bless Nada for her care- The woman drew a ragged
breath. Yet, Tauno, whom I myself love. . . you ll not go on thus, will you? Year after year, century
after century, living only what you ve lost. . . no, what you never really had? She twisted about to see
him. Her mouth stretched out of shape. God gave you no soul. How can He leave you trapped in Hell?
It isn t-
She clutched him with both hands. Throw that thing in the sea, in the Pit!~ she yelled. This night!
Never. Before the sternness in his countenance, she quailed back.
Abruptly he smiled. His tone gentled, he reached for her, touched lips to her forehead. Good friend, be
not afraid. Every-thing shall be made well. I misspoke me. You were suffering, and that roused my own
ache; but it s very near an end. I give you my word of ho~or it is.
Numbed, she gaped at him and mumbled, What will you do? Why, this, he said levelly. Do you
remember what I told you about the sigil after we returned from Greenland, that the angakok had earlier
told Eyjan and me? Faerie scryers I met on the way back from Croatia, they agreed he spoke truth, and
added more knowledge to mine.
Nada dwells in the talisman. But she s not locked there for aye. She can come forth, into a living body,
if that person invites her.
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I will do that. Nada and I will become one, in a deeper fashion
than I sought. I ve delayed just so that I might see how you fare
in Denmark-
She screamed, wilder than before, and cowered from him.
He rose to stand above her, take her temples between his palms,
speak anxiously: Be at peace. Nada is. She s ready to dare this venture with me.
Ingeborg shuddered toward a measure of steadiness. She could not meet his gaze. Find someone else,
she moaned. You can if you search.
He frowned and let go of her. I thought of that, but Nada refused, and rightly. It s an unhallowed thing
to do: for she s damned.
But a girl in despair... or a pagan, or She d gain, wouldn t she? You. . . for a husband. . . and what
else?
The vilja s agelessness, her power over air and water, while keeping the sun-loving flesh. And, aye,
Nada s dear flighty spirit. Such a woman would be of the halfworld.
You d find many who d spring at yon bargain.
And sunder themselves from God, with who knows what fate
after the body at last perishes? That was something which no magician could learn for me. Tauno shook
his head. Nada will not. Nor, in my honor, once she d explained the evil to me, could I allow it.
Ingeborg lifted face and hands in pleading. But what will you become?
That s another thing which is unknown, I being of Faerie, he replied. Wherefore I d fain wait several
days yet, and nights, with you, old comrade.
Are, are, aren t you afraid? You ll nevermore be Tauno.
He raised himself to his full height; his shadow fell huge. I
am Tauno Kraken s-bane, rang from him. Should I fear to take unto me my bride?
She sat mute, until he touched her and murmured:
The hour is late. Let s to bed, shall we? Though this night, at least-after what s passed between,us-I m
weary to the mar-row. Let s just sleep. You understand, don t you Ingeborg? You ve always
understood.
The second room was where she slept.
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Having stolen from him after he was evenly breathing, she
kindled a splint at the banked fife and used that to relight a taper. This she carried back. It gave her
enough ocher dusk to see him by. .
He wanted no blankets, but lay on his right side on the pallet, unclad. Over the length of him, the great
thews molded darknesses which stirred as his rib cage rose and fell. A lock of hair had tumbled across
his brow, another curled beneath the jawline. A blind calm was on his face;. In the crook of an arm
nestled her cat, purring.
Herself naked-she felt the rushes beneath her feet, heard them rustle, caught in her nostrils a phantom of
bruised sweetness-she went carefully to the bedside. She had taken the crucifix off the wall. From that
peg hung the talisman.
( Doff it, she had urged. This once, that you may rest un-troubled in your true dreams.
( She would be lonely.
( I see on you the marks of nature s revenge. Would Nada not
want you healed of them? )
She had better not look at him for more than a few pulsebeats. He might awaken. She took the sigil by
its thong and slipped back out again, closing the door behind her. Thereafter she could stand freely and
by the light of the candle in her left hand behold the thing she bore in her right.
All else receded. The weight was small and was as heavy as the world. The dull ivory became a whole
sky whose hollowness roofed her in, through which the dark-headed bird winged in eclipse of a moon;
she was the earth below, she was the sea. It closed her off from every sound, it made a hush that snowed
down through her, drenched her in its coolness until nothing was in Creation but one enormous
hearkening, which was herself.
When silence had been completed, she could hear in her spirit, like a dying echo:--- Who are you?
What would you? ---I am Ingeborg, your sister, who also loves him. She put the candle in a holder and
brought the thong across her head, brushing her tresses aside, until the piece of bone lay on her bosom.
She parted her breasts that it might fall next her heart. Her fingers she clasped above.
Clear within her, a song of longing: -Ingeborg. Yes. You have had what I never may. I m glad to know
you. He keeps remembeflng you. (Surprise) What, you weren t aware? Well, he does.
(Later)--He is yours, however, Nada.
· He shouldn t be. If I d foreseen, I d have fled him. . . I hope.. .But now I can t.
· Of course you can t.
(Later, tirnidly)--lngeborg?
· Yes?
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deny me more than a kiss. I tell her these are simply dreams and she tells me they are not, they re a
meeting of shades outside of space and time; she s a ghost, she tells me, and if I lost myself in her I would
share her death.
Oh, don t! Ingeborg s fingers grew white-knuckled upon his shoulder. Unvoiced was that he would
die like a blown-out flame.
Silence.
Fear not, I shan t, he said.
Bless Nada for her care- The woman drew a ragged
breath. Yet, Tauno, whom I myself love. . . you ll not go on thus, will you? Year after year, century
after century, living only what you ve lost. . . no, what you never really had? She twisted about to see
him. Her mouth stretched out of shape. God gave you no soul. How can He leave you trapped in Hell?
It isn t-
She clutched him with both hands. Throw that thing in the sea, in the Pit!~ she yelled. This night!
Never. Before the sternness in his countenance, she quailed back.
Abruptly he smiled. His tone gentled, he reached for her, touched lips to her forehead. Good friend, be
not afraid. Every-thing shall be made well. I misspoke me. You were suffering, and that roused my own
ache; but it s very near an end. I give you my word of ho~or it is.
Numbed, she gaped at him and mumbled, What will you do? Why, this, he said levelly. Do you
remember what I told you about the sigil after we returned from Greenland, that the angakok had earlier
told Eyjan and me? Faerie scryers I met on the way back from Croatia, they agreed he spoke truth, and
added more knowledge to mine.
Nada dwells in the talisman. But she s not locked there for aye. She can come forth, into a living body,
if that person invites her.
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I will do that. Nada and I will become one, in a deeper fashion
than I sought. I ve delayed just so that I might see how you fare
in Denmark-
She screamed, wilder than before, and cowered from him.
He rose to stand above her, take her temples between his palms,
speak anxiously: Be at peace. Nada is. She s ready to dare this venture with me.
Ingeborg shuddered toward a measure of steadiness. She could not meet his gaze. Find someone else,
she moaned. You can if you search.
He frowned and let go of her. I thought of that, but Nada refused, and rightly. It s an unhallowed thing
to do: for she s damned.
But a girl in despair... or a pagan, or She d gain, wouldn t she? You. . . for a husband. . . and what
else?
The vilja s agelessness, her power over air and water, while keeping the sun-loving flesh. And, aye,
Nada s dear flighty spirit. Such a woman would be of the halfworld.
You d find many who d spring at yon bargain.
And sunder themselves from God, with who knows what fate
after the body at last perishes? That was something which no magician could learn for me. Tauno shook
his head. Nada will not. Nor, in my honor, once she d explained the evil to me, could I allow it.
Ingeborg lifted face and hands in pleading. But what will you become?
That s another thing which is unknown, I being of Faerie, he replied. Wherefore I d fain wait several
days yet, and nights, with you, old comrade.
Are, are, aren t you afraid? You ll nevermore be Tauno.
He raised himself to his full height; his shadow fell huge. I
am Tauno Kraken s-bane, rang from him. Should I fear to take unto me my bride?
She sat mute, until he touched her and murmured:
The hour is late. Let s to bed, shall we? Though this night, at least-after what s passed between,us-I m
weary to the mar-row. Let s just sleep. You understand, don t you Ingeborg? You ve always
understood.
The second room was where she slept.
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Having stolen from him after he was evenly breathing, she
kindled a splint at the banked fife and used that to relight a taper. This she carried back. It gave her
enough ocher dusk to see him by. .
He wanted no blankets, but lay on his right side on the pallet, unclad. Over the length of him, the great
thews molded darknesses which stirred as his rib cage rose and fell. A lock of hair had tumbled across
his brow, another curled beneath the jawline. A blind calm was on his face;. In the crook of an arm
nestled her cat, purring.
Herself naked-she felt the rushes beneath her feet, heard them rustle, caught in her nostrils a phantom of
bruised sweetness-she went carefully to the bedside. She had taken the crucifix off the wall. From that
peg hung the talisman.
( Doff it, she had urged. This once, that you may rest un-troubled in your true dreams.
( She would be lonely.
( I see on you the marks of nature s revenge. Would Nada not
want you healed of them? )
She had better not look at him for more than a few pulsebeats. He might awaken. She took the sigil by
its thong and slipped back out again, closing the door behind her. Thereafter she could stand freely and
by the light of the candle in her left hand behold the thing she bore in her right.
All else receded. The weight was small and was as heavy as the world. The dull ivory became a whole
sky whose hollowness roofed her in, through which the dark-headed bird winged in eclipse of a moon;
she was the earth below, she was the sea. It closed her off from every sound, it made a hush that snowed
down through her, drenched her in its coolness until nothing was in Creation but one enormous
hearkening, which was herself.
When silence had been completed, she could hear in her spirit, like a dying echo:--- Who are you?
What would you? ---I am Ingeborg, your sister, who also loves him. She put the candle in a holder and
brought the thong across her head, brushing her tresses aside, until the piece of bone lay on her bosom.
She parted her breasts that it might fall next her heart. Her fingers she clasped above.
Clear within her, a song of longing: -Ingeborg. Yes. You have had what I never may. I m glad to know
you. He keeps remembeflng you. (Surprise) What, you weren t aware? Well, he does.
(Later)--He is yours, however, Nada.
· He shouldn t be. If I d foreseen, I d have fled him. . . I hope.. .But now I can t.
· Of course you can t.
(Later, tirnidly)--lngeborg?
· Yes?
· I m frightened, Ingeborg. Not for me, really not. For him. [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]