R1 - Rusalka (55 page)

There was a sudden quiet about them, then a concerted wailing as if the woods had gone mad, making the ears ache, making any thought impossible for a moment.

Silence then; and the whispers came back, ominously. "You shouldn't have done that…"

"Perish the lot of you!" Uulamets snarled. "You were nothing when you were alive and you're less now. Get out of here! Let us alone!"

Another deafening shriek. Sasha clapped his hands over his ears,
wanting
quiet, the way he knew master Uulamets wanted it, but the sound diminished only while he was thinking about that, and rose whenever he thought about getting on their way, whenever he thought about Pyetr, about anything at all, until there was nothing to do but to endure the screaming and try to move, the two of them, as quickly as they could, while chills lanced through them like swords.

The wailing
hurt
, it ached, it occupied attention and multiplied missteps in this woods that had not so much as a deer trail, the god knew
why
no creature would come here. They had not seen the raven since they had first reached the stream they were following, Babi was gone again: they were alone in a streamside darker and darker with overhanging trees, with the white shapes of ghosts reaching at them, so real now Sasha feared it was not only thorns and branches catching at his clothing and his pack.

Then it all stopped, and in the ringing it left was a rustling and crack of brush, and a powerful, quick slither of some heavy body from the streamside.

"Master Uulamets!" Sasha said, as ripples showed beside them on the water, a little sheen in absolute black.

Branches broke above them, as something huge and dark rose straight up.

"Well," Hwiuur said, tall and black as the trees themselves, "do you finally want help?"

"Where's my daughter?" Uulamets demanded; and: "Where's Pyetr?" Sasha asked, even knowing the creature would lie,
knowing
it meant them no good.

"I don't know why I should answer you. Send that wretched little creature on my track, try to chase me back to the river—"

Is
that
where Babi was? Sasha wondered, and wondered with a pang of anxiety where Babi was now, along with Pyetr and Eveshka, while Hwiuur seemed so confident and so self-pleased.

God, he thought, god, no…

"You swore on your name," Uulamets said, and stamped his staff on the ground, "and you've lied—"

"Not lied," the vodyanoi said, and the voice came from lower and lower in the brush. A dank, river-smelling wind gusted at them. "I offered you my help—"

"Deceptions—"

"
I am a
snake," Hwiuur said, smoothly, gently, "and left and right aren't that important to me: everything's one thing, really, isn't it, a pretty girl—pretty, pretty bones—"

"Where is she?"

"Where? Always where and when, you folk, I swear you baffle me—as if it meant anything, to be one side or other of a place. I'm here, she's there, she might be, will be, could be, all these things, but that's not the question you should ask: you should ask where
you
are, and where you're going, and I can tell you that. You're in Chernevog's forest, and you're going the way everything here goes: his way."

"Where's Pyetr?" Sasha cried. "What's happened to Eveshka?"

"I've answered that, haven't I? Ask me another question. Or ask my help. I
would
give it."

"Damn you," Uulamets said, "you're to blame for this!"

"Tsss. I? Ask your wife."

"Ask her what?" Sasha asked, clenching sweating hands. It was none of his business, it was impertinent, but he had doubts of Uulamets , doubts of the vodyanoi's truths, doubts of everything at the moment—

Which made a wizard far less defended than an ordinary boy.

And there was no reason he knew that Hwiuur did not kill them both.

"Tsss. Ask her who taught Chernevog."

"I know who taught him," Uulamets snarled. "I know too damned well who taught him…"

"Ask where he got his power."

"From my book," Uulamets said, "—the skulking thief!"

"Ask how he could read it."

"I don't need to ask."

"Ask who was sleeping with Chernevog."

"Damn you!"

"Tsss. So little gratitude. Let me help you. I
would
help you—"

The shadow rose above them, up and up above their heads.

Then Hwiuur crashed down, splintering limbs, and breaking brush in his retreat. From water's edge came a sly, soft voice: "Old fool. You're so wrong—in everything…"

"Hwiuur!" Uulamets said.

But there was only a disturbance of the water, a spreading ripple, and the rustling of the leaves as the wind rose, cold-edged.

Sasha thought: Can it tell the truth?

And about what Hwiuur had said: It doesn't make sense.

"How could Chernevog beat you?" he asked Uulamets , suddenly brave enough to ask, because it seemed to him everyone was lying, or telling Hwiuur's kind of truth. "He wasn't that old. He—"

Uulamets grabbed him suddenly by the throat, hit him with the side of his staff while he was so startled he had not even his hands up to protect himself, and pinned him against the brush, a gray ness of hair and beard and shoulders, a harsh breathing in the dark, a hand on his throat, not tightening, not letting him go, either.

"He was eighteen," Uulamets said, "He was a handsome, glib
boy
, as helpful as you are, until I caught him at his game."

Sasha trembled, thoughts scattering like sparrows—what Uulamets could do, what some faceless man
had
done, long ago, holding him and hitting him—

A neighbor woman saying, His father beat the boy—

"Dammit, boy, I
told
you I wanted to stop, I
told
you, you understand me, but you didn't care, you were getting your way, no matter what—I can't fight that, not without doing something our enemy can use, so I gave in to your foolishness, and keep going, and damn you! you natter and you argue and push me-"

"I didn't understand I was doing it, I didn't mean to do it—not—not except the first—"

Uulamets was going to hit him again, Uulamets was going to hit him because Uulamets was terrified of his own anger and there was so much of it. Honesty was equally frightening to him—and he was practicing it now, wanting a foolish boy to know how desperate and frightened a wizard could be.

Sasha laid his hands on Uulamets ' arm, wanting Uulamets not to be afraid of him—desperately afraid that was the wrong thing to do, realizing he should have said it aloud, the way Pyetr had told him—Say, it, boy!

The raven settled, with a flutter of wings, in the thicket at Sasha's back.

"Please," Sasha said, pushing at Uulamets ' hand. "I was stupid. But—" Tears threatened him. "Pyetr—"

The bird fluttered uneasily, settled its weight on Sasha's shoulder and brushed his cheek with a nervous wing. Tears spilled. Pyetr
was
dead, he was scared it was true, it was his fault, and Uulamets called him a fool.

Uulamets ' fingers slightly tightened, only slightly. "A wizard can't want too much," Uulamets said. "He can't want a kingdom, he can't want gold, he can't want things that bring him near other people; but there's one most dangerous thing he can want."

"What's that?" Sasha asked, because the old man was going to squeeze his throat shut, and the old man said, hardly louder than the wind,

"He can't want more magic than he has, he can wish himself more and more powerful. And do you know where he can get that power?"

It was hard to think past his grief, and the old man pressing him back against the branches, off his balance in every sense—most of all with Uulamets trying to get some admission from him he did not understand. "He can learn," was the only answer that came to him.

Fingers tightened again. "How did you feed my daughter?"

"I—" He panicked, unsure of what he was guilty, or what the old man suspected he had done.

"Where did you get what you gave her?"

"From the woods, from the—"

"From living things. Like the rusalka, from living things, from the inexhaustible earth—"

Is
it inexhaustible? Sasha wondered, helpless, stupid curiosity, with everything tumbling through his mind, cold and distant now. He thought of the dead forest…

"—or from things that
are
magical. The vodyanoi certainly would lend us his, he wants to lend us his, as he lends it to our enemy, and do you know where he gets it?"

"From the river—"

"From the river, from the earth, from his victims, but what he
is
, boy, is cold, and linked to other things like him—I don't speak of evil, boy, there's no name for Vhat it is, except self interested and slippery and rarely holding an ambition that has to do with men—
men
hold that kind of thought, do you understand me?"

Sasha tried to shake his head.

"You borrow from him, boy, and he'll give you all you want, he'll give you cold power, and deep power,, and rivals, oh, you can't allow rivals, not on that level of power, boy, because the last thing you want is another wizard to want things
his
way—"

"I'm not against you," Sasha said faintly.

"You're lying."

"No, sir! No!"

"I taught once, and twice, and had a daughter—and what does it come to? To this! To this damned woods and a creature that for my simple asking would make me more powerful than the
young fool
who killed my daughter, than the
young fool
who fights me every step of the way—"

"I'm not fighting you, I'm sorry—"

"Let me tell you, boy, his whole
use
for my daughter was revenge on me, his whole purpose in coming to me was to take everything I had, including my free will. At least my thieving wife left me something—but look what that came to! The girl was her mother's daughter—"

"Eveshka never betrayed you. You don't believe that Thing…"

"I believe in fecklessness. I believe in youthful stupidity. I believe in self-interested
treachery
, I've seen too much of it, and here we both are, boy, in the middle of this damnable woods, with you with one purpose and me with mine, crossing each other at every turn, while there's no resource our enemy doesn't have. I thought I had my daughter back, the way she was before that blackguard came, but no, I should have known the difference;
my
Eveshka went straight for another light-minded, pretty scoundrel—"

"Pyetr's not like that!"

"I'm not expecting to get my daughter back. Not
my
daughter! All I'm trying to do is stop her from joining
him
, because she will. I'm here to stop a fool who's dangerous to everything alive, because that's what he's become, that's why I wouldn't let him have my daughter and that's why I 'm risking everything I've got left, damn you! I should have killed both of you at the start, I should have killed you when I knew how wrong things had gone. I more than' don't need you,' you're
good
, you're powerful as hell, boy, and he's got both my daughter and your friend, do you understand me, do you know what you're going to do about that?"

"Kill him if I have to." Sasha had never imagined intending a thing like that, he had never thought he could, but he saw where master Uulamets was leading him and what master Uulamets was asking.