The Secrets of a Fire King

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The Secrets of a Fire King

“Stunning . . . [Edwards’s] sinuous prose and endless em-pathy work their spell. . . . Radiant, original, and passionate, these are memorable stories.”

—Andrea Barrett, author of
Ship Fever


The Secrets of a Fire King
gives eloquence to their astonishing range of discoveries and leaves the reader entranced.”

—Nina

Sonenberg,

The New York Times Book Review

“This collection introduces a writer whose name will soon be familiar to lovers of clean, direct, responsible prose and an interest in characters—many of them women—who are unique. These lives are often exotic; they are electric with risk, violence, and sorrow. And we will remember them.”

—Frederick Busch

“Impeccable, a treasure . . . [Edwards] shows herself to be a fully realized writer. . . . Edwards’s brilliance is evident in the way she constructs a story.”

—Patricia

Lear,

Chicago Tribune

“Striking . . . powerful.”

—Amanda

Heller,

The Boston Globe

“Ambitious and moving . . . Edwards writes quietly and intelligently. . . . Each story here is finely crafted and deeply felt.” —Jane McCafferty,
Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

“The stories . . . are infused with a quiet intensity that is bewitching and disturbing. Edwards’s prose is concise, rich, and poetic.”

—Stephanie

Browner,

Lexington Herald Leader


The Secrets of a Fire King
is a brilliant collection. Its range of deeply felt characters alone ought to inspire in a very broad audience the conviction that the short story form is now safely in the nurture of a very gifted and compassionate young master.” —James A. McPherson

“This collection is rich with subtle wisdom. Kim Edwards is a penetrating writer and in every story gives us the opportunity to glimpse—and comprehend—the elusive mysteries of love.”

—Joanna Scott

“Kim Edwards has not only a gift for storytelling, but something far more rare—an interesting mind. I enjoyed her subtle characters, her unusual settings, and the risky and perilous situations that propel these skillful stories.

The Secrets of a Fire King
is a remarkable and rewarding first collection.”

—Lynne Sharon Schwartz

“Kim Edwards is a marvel, an enchanter, a weaver of spells. . . . You’ll be unsettled and disarmed, and when you catch your breath, you’ll remember why you came to love stories in the first place.”

—John Dufresne

“Beautifully focused . . . [Edwards’s] tales read like the work of a wise traveler who returns home with uncommon souvenirs from other lands.”


Publishers Weekly

penguin books

THE SECRETS OF A FIRE KING

kim edwards is the author of the #1
New York Times
best-seller
The Memory Keeper’s Daughter
.
The Secrets of a Fire
King
was an alternate for the 1998 PEN/Hemingway Award, and Edwards has won both the Whiting Award and the Nelson Algren Award. A graduate of the Iowa Writer’s Workshop, she is an assistant professor of English at the University of Kentucky.

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Stories by

Kim Edwards

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Published by the Penguin Group

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First published in the United States of America by W. W. Norton & Company 1997

Published in Penguin Books 2007

Copyright © Kim Edwards, 1997

All rights reserved

These stories have appeared in the following publications: “The Way It Felt to Be Falling,”
The Threepenny Review
; reprinted in
Pushcart Prize XIX
. “Gold,”
Antaeus
; reprinted in
Best
American Short Stories of 1993
. “A Gleaming in the Darkness,”
Story
. “The Story of My Life,”
Story
. “Spring, Mountain, Sea,”
American Short Fiction
. “Balance,”
American Short Fiction
.

“The Great Chain of Being,”
The Paris Review
. “Sky Juice,”
Chicago Tribune
. “Thirst,”
Mid-American Review
. “In the Garden,”
Ploughshares
. “Aristotle’s Lantern,”
Zoetrope
.

publisher’s note

These selections are works of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

the library of congress has cataloged the hardcover edition as follows: Edwards, Kim, 1958–

The secrets of a fire king : stories / by Kim Edwards.

p. cm.

ISBN: 1-4295-4807-X

1. Title.

PS3555.D942S43

1997

813'.54—dc20

96-28794

The scanning, uploading and distribution of this book via the Internet or via any other means without the permission of the publisher is illegal and punishable by law. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or encourage electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.

To Tom,

who built me a room of my own

These stories have appeared in the following publications:

“The Way It Felt to Be Falling,”
The Threepenny Review
; reprinted in
Pushcart Prize XIX.
“Gold,”
Antaeus
; reprinted in
Best American Short Stories of 1993.
“A Gleaming in the Darkness,”
Story.
“The Story of My Life,”
Story.

“Spring, Mountain, Sea,”
American Short Fiction.
“Balance,”
American Short Fiction.
“The Great Chain of Being,”
The Paris Review.
“Sky Juice,”
Chicago Tribune.

“Thirst,”
Mid-American Review
. “In the Garden,”
Ploughshares
. “Aristotle’s Lantern,”
Zoetrope
.

Contents

The Great Chain of Being

1

Spring, Mountain, Sea

18

A Gleaming in the Darkness

39

Balance

57

The Way It Felt to Be Falling

70

The Invitation

88

Aristotle’s Lantern

102

The Secrets of a Fire King

131

Thirst

152

Sky Juice

163

Gold

181

In the Garden

199

Rat Stories

222

The Story of My Life

235

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The Great

Chain of Being

My father was a man who believed history repeated itself. Not in the large ways, of nations and of wars, but in the smaller ways of families. He was a religious man, and he believed that the patterns of the universe were fi xed in place, infinite but static, revealed to the devout through the pure concentration of prayer. What is destiny, and what is in the power of a single individual? Ask my father and he would have answered that everything is destiny. That is the answer of our religion, the answer he was obliged to give. That was the answer he applied to us, his children.

He was small, but powerful, with a smooth bald head that made him seem both wise and ageless. In those days before our country’s independence he had great influence, and he carried himself with a dignity that was almost regal. I understand now that the legacies he gave us were not more than the quick glint of memory, the sudden surfacing of a half-remembered dream. But at the time I believed, we all did, that they came to him through
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some kind of divine inspiration, tumbling from his lips without warning, like coins spilling suddenly from a shaft of sunlight.

“Jamaluddin,” he would say, peering at my brother with a gaze both terrible and intent, “takes after his great-uncle Sayed in every trait.” And we would remember our great-uncle, who stood straight and clear-eyed even as an old man, who had led the army against the communist rebellion before we were even born. From that day on we would call our brother Sayed, at fi rst jokingly, later in all seriousness, until his real name was only a notation in my father’s files. One brother took after a healer, another resembled an ancient trader. When my sisters were born my father claimed they were direct images of my twin aunts, the most beautiful women in my father’s village. Years later, when he said this about them, you could see their faces glow, you could see the way they pulled themselves up taller, straightened their shoulders, tossed back their hair, and smiled the smiles of lovely women.

Of his thirteen children I was the seventh, the first girl, and the one who waited longest for this legacy of names. My father was an important man, some would say a great one, and we had been trained not to intrude upon his days. Nonetheless, I strayed into his vision now and then, hoping to inspire him. I sang beneath his window, thinking of Shala, the great poet in the family, who soothed whole villages with her songs. I brought him plates of biscuits I had made, cut with a childish hand, thinking of my grandmother, whose house I remembered as being always full of the sweet smells of coconut and spice. My father took these offer-ings, absently; he ran his knuckles across my shoulder blades when he passed me, singing, in the hall. But although it was my turn, he never looked down twice. I remained Eshlaini, I had no other name.

One day my mother found me weeping in the kitchen.

“Eshlaini,” she said, stepping lightly across the tiles and holding me close. She was pregnant with her eleventh child then, and I told my sad story into the curve of her flesh: two brothers, younger than I, had been given names when I had not. My mother listened, stroking my hair, and when I finished she took
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my face between her two hands and gazed at me for a moment before she spoke.

“Eshlaini,” she said. “Listen to it closely. Eshlaini. It’s a name that I chose for you, a name I hope you will keep forever. There is a star in the night sky, a lovely star, and bright. I watched that star the night you were born, and when I fell asleep I dreamed about that star and woke up with your name, Eshlaini, on my lips. Thanks to God I have had many children, given many names, but soon yours will be the only one that remains. Now, my daughter, stop your tears. Take joy in your pretty name, Eshlaini.”

From that day on I stopped wishing for another name, and soon enough I had another brother. My mother let me hold him, new as he was. I remember the redness of his skin, his shock of dark hair, the way he was a moving bundle of heat in my arms.

In those days they followed the traditional ways, and my mother had massages every morning in a bed placed over a stove of slowly burning coals. The midwife rolled the warm rocks on my mother’s belly. I sat in the corner, my arms a tense and careful cradle, listening to what they said.

“How does that feel?” the midwife asked, pressing the rock this way, then that, against my mother’s flesh. I heard my mother catch her breath, I saw the edge of her white teeth biting on her lower lip.

“It hurts,” my mother said. “Though the labor was fast, it hurts this time like it has no other.”

The midwife frowned, and probed my mother’s belly with her fi ngers.

“You should have no more,” she said. “If you give life again, you will pay with your own life. That’s what I fear, Shalizah.

Eleven children! You should be satisfied.” There was a moment of silence before she spoke again. “You should. And so should he.”

“Eshlaini,” my mother said, raising herself on her elbows.

“Bring the baby over here.”

I did as I was told, and rocked my brother back and forth as the midwife bound my mother up with cloth soaked in herbs and oils.

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