Lost Voices (30 page)

A boy of maybe fifteen leaned out directly above her. His dark blond hair was a tousled mess, blowing across his eyes. He stood proudly, his chest out and chin lifted as he gripped the railing. He stared right at her with a dark, sarcastic, open- mouthed grin on his face. Luce couldn’t understand what was happening at first, then something hit her: the note of a singing voice that stood out in perfect isolation against the thrilling swarm of mermaids’ voices.

It stood out because the voice was
human
. The boy above her wasn’t enchanted at all. He stood there singing deliberately back at her, even as an overweight woman in a hot pink sweatshirt flung herself over the railing right next to him. If he wasn’t enchanted, though, why didn’t the chaos on all sides send him i 255

into a panic? Next a middle- aged man gaped down at Luce; he seemed astonished to discover that he was capable of such absolute love, and he clambered up the rails, beckoning Luce frantically with both hands. The boy barely glanced at the older man as he leaned out and then over, waving even as he fell.

The boy’s voice rose, veering badly off- key as it reached for that soaring, impossible note. He held it anyway. Luce was silent now, gaping back in shock. The boy looked at her, and his coarse, unmagical human voice tumbled down a long staircase.

Then at the bottom of the stairs it turned abruptly, running out into a sunny garden.

Luce was dumbstruck. It was unbelievable enough that a human boy was
singing
to her; it was even worse that he was bellowing a crude approximation of Luce’s own song. But now, going even beyond that, he was
changing
it as if he could make it his own! It was inconceivably insulting, worse than insolence.

But also, she had to admit, a bit impressive. Since when were humans so unafraid of the secrets rippling under the surface of their safe little lives?

The boat’s engines were grating, snarling, its wake rising higher as it throttled forward. She had to get herself together, Luce realized. She couldn’t let a human enchant
her!
She pressed her voice back up, driving it into the death song, staring at the blond boy and wrapping him in coils of trembling music. He didn’t break. He stared at her with grim defiance, and his voice dueled with hers. It was only then that Luce noticed the cloud of dark shimmering that clung around him: the indication. He was a metaskaza, then. Was that why he was so brave and why he was able to resist her?

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Metaskaza, except that he couldn’t be. He’d drown instead of change, purely because he was a boy.

It was so
unfair,
Luce thought. And then the ship slammed headlong into the sharp crags of the island. Birds like splatters of snow- white blood sprayed out around the prow. The metal crunched, and the deck jerked up into a sudden slope. The boy’s eyes left Luce’s for the first time as he staggered, caught himself, and then glanced around; even now no fear was visible on his face, only curiosity and perhaps sadness. He turned his gaze back at Luce, daring her with his eyes but daring her to do what?

and climbed onto the tilted railing, swaying for a second as he found his balance. Then he dove gracefully, and his body formed a long blue streak as it sailed past the white ship and down into the swells. It took Luce only a second to catch up with him.

Any human who heard the mermaids singing had to die; Luce knew that. There was much more than the timahk at stake.

Their existence had to be kept secret from the humans forever, or Miriam’s awful visions would almost certainly come true. The boy was a witness to the mermaids, to what they did to human ships, and Luce had a responsibility to make sure he didn’t live to tell anyone what he’d seen. Her own feelings had nothing to do with it.

She hooked an arm around his waist and spiraled her tail, careful this time to compensate for the weight dragging her to the right. She lashed away from the carnage as fast as she could, hoping desperately that no one had noticed her leaving. He was already gagging a little, leaning back and prying at her arm to free himself, but Luce was stronger now than any human. She sliced so fast through the empty waves that all she could see i 257

was the greenish pale frothing water, the yellow of lingering dawn, and when the singing grew a little quieter behind her she angled sharply up, breaking the surface. A school of porpoises leaped around her and then scattered in alarm.

The blond boy coughed, spitting up gouts of salt water.

Luce used her free arm to hold his head facedown just above the surface so he could disgorge the water without choking. She glanced behind her. They were still much too close to the fractured ship, the shrilling mermaids, for her to take the chance of swimming slowly along the top of the waves. She had to hurry; she had to be back before anyone realized that she’d vanished . . .

The boy looked over at her wearily, stripes of wet, tan hair gripping his cheeks. He had unusually wide- set ocher eyes, a large nose; Luce got the impression of a certain ragged grandeur, and the kind of unyielding, open intelligence that could gaze at a mermaid with steady acceptance. He might be angry, she thought, but he wasn’t even surprised by the uncanny turn his life had taken. He knew how the world could be.

“Take a really deep breath, okay?” Luce told him. “We have to dive under again.”

She tried not to go too deep and to bring him up for air at reasonable intervals, but she was in a desperate hurry, and also she’d forgotten just how frail humans were. By the time they were close enough to glimpse the docks of the small village up the coast the boy was only half conscious, gagging up seawater every time she surfaced. His head rolled against her shoulder, and sometimes his hands groped feebly through the empty gray-ness in front of them. She’d bring him as close to the village as she dared. At least it was a warm morning, and once he was out of the water there wouldn’t be any danger of hypothermia.

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He had the indication, Luce told herself. He wouldn’t tell anyone about the mermaids, and even if he did, he wasn’t much older than she was. No one would take him seriously. Besides, whether he knew it or not, he was one of them. He was really a merman, only he couldn’t get rid of his legs.

He had the indication, so in a way if you just thought of it the right way maybe it would have been a violation of the timahk
not
to save him.

She shoved him facedown onto a stony beach and then backed away, watching him for just one more moment. He seemed to regain a bleary awareness of his surroundings, dragging himself up until only his sneakers were still submerged in the splashing sea margin, then rolling awkwardly onto his side to gaze back at her. Water hacked up from his chest and poured down his chin. He was going to be okay, though; Luce could see that.

She saw his yellow- brown eyes regarding her from beneath one up- flung arm in its drenched blue sweatshirt, but he didn’t speak or even smile. It was such an interesting face, she thought; not exactly beautiful, but alive with quick- moving emotions . . .

She had to
go,
Luce knew. She had to get back to the shipwreck, hope that in the tumult of voices and drowning bodies no one had noticed that one especially powerful voice was missing from the chorus. She backed a bit farther out into the water, waves lifting her repetitively so that his returning stare rocked in her eyes.
Stop it right now, Lucette.
She had to squeeze her lids down tight before she could tear herself away. It was a windy day, and the water was rough and angry.

When Luce got back, she found Catarina and Dana just polishing off the last survivors. A few girls gave her strange looks, but no one said anything, and Luce didn’t know if it was be-i 259

cause she’d been away too long or because, now that they were calmer, they were thinking of her fight with Catarina, and of the wave she’d called to bring Miriam back to the water.

No one said anything. They’d sung themselves empty.

* * *

The magical communion of their grief was fading. Everyone remembered the events that had led up to Miriam’s suicide, and they began to have trouble looking at one another. A pall of exhaustion and embarrassment spread over the tribe, all of them straggling weakly back to their cave. And now that she wasn’t stupefied by the first shock of mourning and the exultation of their dark, shared song, Luce felt sick with guilt. Hadn’t she sworn she’d never help kill humans again? Now a thousand fresh, cold bodies rolled in the surf, their outspread fingers trailing against the seafloor. Passing silver fish were reflected in their unseeing eyes . . .

And while she’d persuaded herself that it wasn’t exactly a violation of the timahk to save the bronze- haired boy, Luce was vividly aware that no one there would agree with her. She was glad that she was too tired to think straight, too tired even to feel.

Everyone seemed equally depleted. They lay side by side all day; for the first time in weeks Luce took her old place beside Catarina. She knew this peacefulness between them couldn’t last, but for now just for now Catarina smiled at her again with broken, tear- streaked eyes, and Luce let her head drop against Catarina’s pale shoulder.

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terrible than a mermaid left abandoned on the shore . . .” Luce wondered drowsily if Catarina was being sarcastic, but her voice sounded warm and gentle, traced with lulling half- song.

Dimly Luce realized that Catarina was enchanting her, coaxing her into a deep and healing sleep.

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17

Shame

“Boy, it’s going to suck if Luce and Catarina get all friendsy-wiendsy again.” It was Anais; she was keeping her voice down, but the words still trickled into Luce’s half- dreaming mind; they smeared and coiled, hardly words at all for a moment, but then as consciousness rose in her she understood them. “Why is Catarina such a dope for her, anyway? I mean, she’s just this stupid misfit freak . . .”

“Oh,” Samantha whispered back dismissively. “Oh, Cat just always has a soft spot for girls where, like, they changed because of somebody molesting them. You know, she has a
thing
about it. Like Luce’s uncle groping her makes her special or something . . .” Luce didn’t feel like listening to this. She made a show of moaning and stretching, like someone about to wake up. “She’s waking up. Shhh, okay?” Luce opened her eyes and saw Anais sitting much too close, staring at her with fixed 262 i

curiosity but with her head turned sideways so that she gazed from the corners of her sky blue eyes. Luce flinched. She didn’t mind the other mermaids watching the images that winked in the dark sparkling around her, or at least she’d come to accept it, but having Anais look at her that way almost felt like having her uncle’s hands sliding down her body all over again.

“Do you mind?” Luce snapped. She knew she’d slept for many hours, but she still felt utterly exhausted. Anais didn’t change her position, but a smirk appeared on her face. Other mermaids were starting to wake up here and there in the cave. Jenna stared at Luce for a second like she couldn’t understand what she was doing there then turned pointedly away.

“So, what was it about you, Luce?” Anais cooed, sickly sweet. “I mean, what were you doing to make your uncle think you were ready to
go
like that?” Luce felt nausea like a fist inside her stomach, but she forced herself to keep her eyes raised, gazing straight into Anais’s leering face. “I mean, really. He wouldn’t have tried anything unless he thought you wanted it, would he?”
Don’t answer,
Luce told herself with her nails digging into her palms.
Just don’t answer.
She could feel Catarina stirring beside her, but she didn’t let her eyes waver from Anais’s face. Would it be possible to shame her into shutting up?

“Ooh, I guess so! You can admit it to
us,
Luce. I mean, we are your best, best friends,” Anais lilted, and Samantha giggled.

“What’s going on?” The voice was Catarina’s, and Luce felt a flutter of hope. Would Anais really dare to keep talking this way with Catarina listening?

“Oh, we were just encouraging Luce to, you know, open up. Like, she’ll feel better if she can finally talk about whatever it was she did to get her uncle so
excited
. . .” Catarina’s tail arched i 263

sharply up out of the water, but Anais was out of range. “I mean, we all know Luce is a special girl, don’t we?”

“You have
no
idea who Luce is!” Catarina was hissing; her eyes glinted with cold rage. “You! You’re incapable of knowing someone like her, of recognizing that heart! And for you to
dare
suggest . . .” Catarina suddenly seemed too angry to speak, and Luce stared over at her in amazement. How could Cat insult her one day and defend her so passionately the next? It was more than she could understand.

“Oh, Catarina, do you think so? But I don’t see why you’re upset. All I was doing was saying how wonderful Luce is!” Anais cocked her head sideways again, and Luce tensed as she realized that Anais was gazing brazenly into the sparkling around Catarina.

Catarina’s mouth opened in a snarl, but before she could speak Anais cut her off, with a sudden, trilling spurt of high- pitched laughter. The needling in Luce’s skin turned into a wave of icy shivers, and for a minute Anais only laughed higher and faster, doubling at her waist so that she had to lean on one hand to keep herself from toppling into the water. Catarina’s snarl stalled in place, her upper lip curled above her shining teeth.

“Oh boy oh boy oh boy!” Anais shrieked. “Wow, you must be a really,
really
special girl, Cat! For those guys to think they could do
that!
I mean, I guess we all already knew that you were . . . talented ”

“Shut up!” Luce was yelling now, queasy with disbelief.

She never would have imagined anyone saying something like this, not even Anais. “Anais, just shut up! What happened to
you,
anyway?” Then Luce saw Catarina’s face, and the shout died in her throat.