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  THE PROPHECY

  The Seer took the left hand of Niobe’s son and the right hand of Pacian and closed her eyes. In a moment they opened again. “Hooh!” she exclaimed, as if letting off a head of steam. “A most remarkable pair! Each will possess the most beautiful woman of her generation, who will bear him a daughter. One daughter will marry death and the other will marry evil.” She cast loose their hands, seeming shaken. “More I dare not say!”

  As they moved away from the booth, Pacian asked, “Was that a true telling?”

  “So it seems. We know the Seer is authentic,” Atropos said thoughtfully. “One to marry death, the other evil. I’m not sure I like the smell of that.”

  Niobe had similar doubts. Death was Thanatos, and Evil was Satan. The daughters would marry Incarnations?

  “Trouble!” Atropos said.

  Trouble indeed! Niobe agreed.

  By Piers Anthony

  Published by Ballantine Books:

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  A Del Rey Book Published by Ballantine Books

  Copyright © 1985 by Piers Anthony Jacob

  All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. Published in the United States of America by Ballantine Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, and simultaneously in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto.

  Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 85-6179 ISBN 0-345-31885-4

  The song “The Wetlands Waltz,” is used by permission of the author Jill Jarboe of Pine Jog Environmental Sciences Center, 6301 Summit Boulevard, West Palm Beach, Florida 33415.

  Manufactured in the United States of America

  First Hardcover Edition: October 1985 First Mass Market Edition: October 1986

  Cover Art by Michael Whelan

  CONTENTS

  1. THE BONNIE BOY

  2. COLLEGE

  3. SHOOTING DEER

  4. CLOTHO

  5. VOID

  6. GENEALOGY

  7. CHANGES

  8. SECOND LOVE

  9. TWIN MOONS

  10. LACHESIS

  11. TANGLE

  12. BLOOD

  13. COUNTERPLOY

  14. BRIBE

  15. MAZE SQUARED

  16. ANSWERS

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  —1—

  THE BONNIE BOY

  Niobe was the most beautiful young woman of her generation, with hair like buckwheat honey and eyes like the sky on a misty summer morning and a figure that was better imagined than described. But she had her trifling faults, such as an imperious nature fostered by the ability to use her beauty to get her own way, and she was of only average intellect. Also, though she did not know it, she had been marked for a more difficult destiny than she had any right to dream of.

  “But, Father!” Niobe protested prettily. “Cedric Kaftan is but sixteen years old, while I am twenty-one! I couldn’t possibly marry him!”

  Old Sean raised a pacifying hand. “Some rivers are harder to cross than others, and some boats smaller. These are not easy times, my daughter, for Ireland or the world. He belongs to an excellent family, farmers and scholars, and they take care of their own. His age is immaterial.”

  “Immaterial!” she snorted. “He is but a child! Father, you do me wrong to marry me to one who is so young!”

  The man’s jaw tightened. He had the power of the patriarch, but he preferred to have harmony. “Daughter, I did not do you wrong. It is true he is young, but he’s growing. He will be a match for you when I am dead and gone.”

  “Let him be a match for some little snippet his own age! I absolutely refuse to put up with this indignity!” Her eyes seemed to brighten with her anger, becoming as intense as the midday welkin.

  Sean shook his head ruefully, not immune to the luster of his child. “Niobe, you are the bonniest lass in the county, and nicely talented on the loom, but perhaps the most headstrong, too! Twice you have balked at excellent matches, and I was weak enough to let you. Now you are becoming embarrassingly old for a maiden.”

  That shook her, but she fought back. “Oh, pooh! A fat old moneybags and an ugly aristocrat! You call those matches?”

  “Wealth is not to be sneered at, and neither is aristocracy. You could have had a very easy life, or a very noble one. Such marriages are not easy to come by.”

  “Why can’t I have a handsome, virile man of twenty-five or so?” Niobe demanded. “Why burden me with a child who probably doesn’t know his nose from his—”

  Her father’s glance stopped her before she went too far. She could only balk him to a certain extent, however softly he might speak. “Because the war has drawn away such men, so that none remain here who are worthy of you. I will not give you to a peasant! You will not marry beneath your station. Cedric is qualified and financially comfortable, thanks to an inheritance, and—”

  “And he’s growing,” Niobe finished with disgust.

  “And I’m growing—sick of the very notion! I won’t marry such a child, and that’s all there is to it.”

  But that wasn’t all there was to it. This time Sean’s foot was firm. Niobe raged and pleaded and cried, to no avail. She was very good at crying, for her name meant “tears,” but her father was impervious. He was determined that this match be consummated.

  And so it was. The banns were duly published, and the wedding was held in early summer, when the groom got out of school. Everything was accomplished according to form, but Niobe hardly noticed; she was too chagrined at being married to such a youth. She wouldn’t even look directly at him. As the ceremony concluded, he at least had the wit not to try to kiss her.

  Thus they found themselves alone in a cottage, which was his inheritance. It was in a glade near a swamp— pleasant enough by day for those who liked that sort of thing, but sinister by night. That was perhaps part of the idea: a couple was supposed to be bolted inside during darkness, huddled together for warmth and comfort. There were great romantic possibilities; the locale was conducive.

  Niobe had no trouble resisting conduction. She wrapped her lovely self up in a voluminous quilt—a wedding gift—and slept on the bed. Young Cedric lay beside the hearth, where there was dwindling radiation from the embers. As the quiet chill of the night intensified, neither stirred.

  So they spent their nuptial night, the woman and the boy, in silent isolation. In the morning Cedric got up, stoked the ashes in the fireplace, and went out to relieve himself and fetch more wood. Niobe woke to the sound of an axe splitting billets of wood. It was a good sound, for the morning air was chill indeed; soon there would be physical warmth.

  Or would there? She remembered that a fireplace was an ineffective way to heat a house. A good stove put six times as much heat into the surrounding air for the same amount of wood burned. There was a stove here; she would see to it. She might not be a genius, but she was practical when it suited her purpose. For one thing, she needed warm hands to operate her loom properly.

  She wrapped her coat about her nightrobe and went out to use the outhouse.
There was an old catalog beside the wooden seat, half-used, and a bucket of ashes. It was an efficient system, she reflected, for this was the classic place for reflection; one could read each page of the catalog before using it, or simply stare at the pictures. The mind was edified while the body was cleaned. The ashes were to sprinkle over the refuse, cutting down on the smell, and of course there was a ready supply of them at the house. The refuse was periodically toted to the garden for compost. It was an old-fashioned system, but a good one; nothing, really, was wasted. Still, she would have preferred a modern city toilet.

  She emerged in due course, shivering in the cold, but she paused to watch Cedric at work. He was not cold at all; the effort of splitting heated him. She had to admit he was good at it; he set each billet of wood on the chopping block and halved it cleanly with a single blow of the axe, so that the pieces toppled to either side. He was a boy— but a big boy, with a fine ripple of muscle as he swung the axe. His blond hair jumped as the axe struck, and a muscle in his cheek tightened momentarily. A bonnie boy, indeed!

  He saw her and paused. “You’re cold. Miss Niobe,” he said with a rich backwoods accent that, like Niobe’s form, is better imagined than rendered. “Here, take my jacket till I get the wood in. I’m too hot anyway.”

  “Don’t call me miss,” she protested. “I am, after all, your wife.” It grieved her to say it, but it was a truth she could not deny, and honesty required that she not attempt to. A marriage, however ill-conceived, was a marriage.

  He paused, half-startled. “Uh, sure, I guess so. But you know, ma’am, it was none o’ my notion to get married like this; I’m not even through school.”

  She might have guessed! “It wasn’t my idea either,” she said. “At least not—”

  “Not to an ignorant kid!” he finished with a rueful grin, “Come on, now, take the jacket before you freeze your toes off, miss—uh, ma’am.” He approached her, jacket extended.

  “Just a moment,” she said, constrained to assert her independence even from this. “You look a lot more comfortable than I am. Give me that axe.”

  “Oh, that’s not no woman’s work, ma’am! I’ll do it.”

  “That isn’t woman’s work,” she said, annoyed by the double negative.

  “That’s what I said!” Then he paused, embarrassed. “Oh—you mean the way I said it. I’m sorry. I’m just a backwoods boy, ma’am, and sorry you had to get stuck with—”

  “What’s done is done, Cedric,” she said firmly. She wrested the axe from his grip, knowing he could offer no effective resistance to her because she was an adult. She set up a billet and swung at it—and caught the very edge of it. The blade caromed off and plunged into the ground beside her right foot.

  “Uh, ma’am, please—” Cedric said, worried.

  “No, I can do it!” she said, hauling the axe up again in a wobbly trajectory.

  He jumped to intercept her. “Let me help you, ma’am, no offense.”

  “You’re afraid I’ll break the axe!” she accused him.

  “No ma’am! I’m afraid you’ll chop off a toe, and I’d sure hate to have anything like that happen to a foot as dainty as that.”

  She relaxed. His diplomacy was effective because it was unschooled. “So would I! I did come close, didn’t I? All my incidental studies about trees, and I never split a single blivet of—”

  “Billet, ma’am,” he said quickly.

  She had to laugh. “Of course! I don’t use the language as well as I supposed!”

  “Oh, no, you talk real fine, ma’am,” he said. “Now you take the handle like this, see, and—” He reached around her to put his hands over hers, setting hers properly on the handle. His hands were larger than hers, callused and strong, seeming too big for his body. She wondered whether boys, like puppies, had outsized paws if they were still growing into them. If so, Cedric would in due course be a young giant.

  “How is it your hands are so rough, when your family is scholarly?” she asked thoughtlessly.

  He snatched his hands away. “Oh, you know, fighting,” he said, embarrassed.

  Fighting. Well, boys would be boys. “There shouldn’t be cause for that here,” she informed him gently.

  “No, ‘course not,” he muttered, scuffling his feet.

  “You were showing me how to chop,” she said, taking pity on him.

  He got her grip right and her stance right, then guided her through a swing at the billet. She felt the strength in his arms and body as he moved in contact with her; it was amazing how strong he was for his age. This time the blade came down cleanly, perfectly centered, and cleaved the wood asunder. The halves did not fly apart, as this had not been a fully powered blow, but they offered no further resistance.

  Niobe tried the next one alone, following the procedure he had shown her. Her strike was not sufficient to split the billet, but it was remarkably close to the center. It was a victory of sorts. She owed that, perhaps, to her coordination with the loom; she could generally place an object where she wanted to, when not struggling with too much weight.

  But now the axe was stuck in the wood. She tried to draw it free, but it wouldn’t budge. “Just turn it over, heave it up, and hit it backside, ma’am,” Cedric advised.

  She did so, struggling to haul up the heavy billet, and brought the head of the axe down on the block. The wood split itself on the blade and fell apart. “Oh, it worked!” she exclaimed, pleased.

  “Sure thing, ma’am,” Cedric agreed. “You got a knack for it.”

  “I have a knack—” But she realized that she did not want to be lecturing him about language; it was not the wifely way. “No I don’t, either! I’m just a duffer. But it is fun!”

  She split wood for several minutes, and soon was warm enough to remove her coat. “If I had known how satisfying it is to split wood, I would have done it long ago,” she gasped.

  “You sure look good doin’ it,” Cedric said.

  “No I don’t!” she protested, pleased.

  “Yes you do, ma’am. You’re one pretty woman.”

  “And you’re one bonnie boy. But I’m getting tired; let’s go in and get some breakfast.”

  “No, I mean it, ma’am. You’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen, specially when you move like that.”

  She looked down at herself. She was glowing from the exertion, breathing hard, and her nightwear was plastered to her bosom. This was not her notion of feminine beauty, but she was flattered all the same. “And I mean it too, Cedric. You’re a young Adonis. When you get your growth, you’ll be attracting all the girls.” Then she paused, flustered, realizing what she had said. Attract girls? He was already married—to her. She felt the flush climbing her face.

  He did not reply. He stopped to gather an armful of wood, then carried it into the cabin. But she could tell by the flush on his neck that he felt just as embarrassed as she did. He was young and socially inexperienced, but he was a good young man, meaning well. It was as awkward for him as it was for her.

  “Cedric, I—” But what could she say that would not exacerbate the situation? Better to let it drop.

  Inside, she explained about the stove. “Sure, ma’am,” he said agreeably. “We use a stove in winter.” He showed his expertise in getting it going, making sure the ashes were not clogging the air vents, adjusting the damper in the stovepipe, and carefully building a structure of paper, kindling and wood in the firebox. “Got to start a cold stove slow,” he explained. “Don’t want it to crack.” But soon enough it was producing comforting heat, and Niobe was making pancakes on its surface.

  “You sure know how to cook, ma’am!” Cedric said as he wolfed down his share. He had a huge appetite, as befitted a growing boy.

  “I’m a woman,” Niobe said wryly.

  “You sure are!” he agreed enthusiastically.

  She changed the subject. “I gather that you did not want to—to get married?”

  “Pshaw, ma’am, I’m not ready for nothing like that!” he agr
eed. “I don’t know nothing about women. And I wanted to finish school, and get into the track program, so I could maybe make something of myself, you know. But you know how it is when the family decides.”

  “I know,” she agreed. “I suppose it’s no secret that I objected to this—I mean, I didn’t even know you, Cedric, just your name and age and that you came from a good family. It’s nothing personal—”

  “It’s a good family, all right,” he agreed. “And so’s yours, which is why—you know.” He shrugged. “I just wasn’t, well, quite ready.”

  She found herself liking this honest, unassuming boy. She had an idea. “Look, Cedric—why don’t you go to school anyway? We can afford it, and if you really want to get an education—”

  His face brightened. “Say, you mean it, ma’am? You’d let me go?”

  “I would encourage it, Cedric.”

  “But you’d be alone here, ma’am, and—”

  “I’ll be safe enough. There are no dragons in these forests.” She smiled.

  He paused, as if slightly stunned. Her smile had been known to have that effect on men. Then he frowned. “There is magic, though,” he said darkly. “Those trees cast spells—”

  “Not against those who understand them,” Niobe said. “I have been studying the magic of the wetlands forest. Those trees and plants only want to live and let live. But when you come marching in with an axe—”

  He was startled. “Say, I never thought of that! If I was a tree, I wouldn’t like it none neither!” Then he paused. “Say—I know I didn’t say that right. Ma’am, would you—”

  “If I were a tree, I would not like it any, either,” Niobe said carefully. “Eliminate the double negative.”

  “Were, ma’am?”

  “That’s the subjunctive mood, used to show supposition. I’m not a tree and never could be, but I’m trying to put myself in the tree’s place, so I signal this by saying ‘If I were a tree.’ To say ‘If I was a tree’ would be to suggest I might have been a tree in the past, and that would be a misrepresentation.”

  “It sure would!” He caught himself. “Certainly would. It certainly makes sense the way you tell it, ma’am.”

 

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