Ayudesh came in, taller than anyone, and I noticed, for the first time in my life, that he was really an offworlder. Ayudesh had been there all my life, and I knew he was an offworlder, but to me he had always been just Ayudesh.
Then they were talking about me and Ayudesh was just Ayudesh again. "Janna?" he said. "Very good. I'll tell you what, you take care of Veronique, here. You're her translator, all right?"
I was scared, because I really couldn't understand when she talked, but I guessed I was better than anybody else.
Veronique unpacked, which was interesting, but then she just started putting things here and there and everybody else drifted off until it was just her and me.
Veronique did a lot of odd things. She used a lot of water. The first thing I did for her was get water. She followed me out and watched me chip the ice for water and fill the bucket. She fingered the wooden bucket and the rope handle.
She said something I didn't understand because it had "do" in it and a lot of pronouns and I have trouble following sentences like that. I smiled at her, but I think she realized I didn't understand. Her boots were purple. I had never seen purple boots before.
"They look strange," she said. I didn't know what looked strange. "I like your boots," she said, slowly and clearly. I did understand, but then I didn't know what to do, did she want me to give her my boots? They were my mother's old boots and I wouldn't have minded giving them to her except I didn't have anything to take their place.
"It is really cold," she said.
Which seemed very odd to say, except I remembered that offworlders talk about the weather, Ayudesh had made us practice talking about the weather. He said it was something strangers talked about. "It is," I said. "But it will not snow tonight." That was good, it made her happy.
And it gets dark so early," she said. "It isn't even afternoon and it's like night,"
"Where you live, it is cold as this, unimm," I hadn't made a question right.
But she understood. "Oh no." she said, "where I live is warm. It is hot, I mean. There is snow only on the mountains."
She wanted to heat the water so I put it on the stove, and then she showed me pictures of her mother and father and her brother at her house. It was summer and they were wearing only little bits of clothes.
Then she showed me a picture of herself and a man with a heard. "That's my boyfriend.' she said. "We're getting married."
He looked old. Grown up. In the picture, Veronique looked older, too. I looked at her again, not sure how old she was. Maybe older than me? Wanji said offworlders got married when they were older, not like the clans.
"I have boyfriend," I said.
"You do?" She smiled at me. "What's his name?"
"Tuuvin," I said.
"Was he here before?"
I shook my head.
Then she let me see her hag. The dark red one. I loved the color. I stroked it, as slick as leather and shining. "Plastic?" I said.
She nodded.
"I like plastic," I said.
She smiled a little, like I'd said something wrong. But it was so perfect, so even in color.
"Do you want it?" she asked. Which made me think of my boots and whether she had wanted them. I shook my head.
"You can have it," she said. "I can get another one."
"No," I said. "It isn't appropriate,"
She laughed, a startled laugh. I didn't understand what I'd done and the feeling that I was foolish sat in my stomach, but I didn't know what was so foolish.
She said something I didn't understand, which made me feel worse. "What did you say?" she said. "'Appropriate?...
I nodded. "It's not appropriate," I said.
"I don't understand," she said.
Our lessons in appropriate development used lots of English words because it was hard to say these things any other way, so I found the words to tell her came easily. "Plastic," I said, "it's not appropriate. Appropriate technologies are based on the needs and capacities of people, they must be sustainable without outside support. Like the distillery is. Plastic isn't appropriate to Sckarline's economy because we can't create it and it replaces things we can produce, like skin bags." I stroked the bag again. "But I like plastic. It's beautiful."
"Wow," Veronique said. She was looking at me sharp, all alert like a stabros smelling a dog for the first time. Not afraid, but not sure what to think. "To me," she said slowly, "your skin bags are beautiful. The wooden houses," she touched the black slick wood wall, "they are beautiful.
Ayudesh and Wanji were always telling its that offworlders thought our goods were wonderful, but how could anyone look at a skin hag and then look at plastic and not see how brilliant the colors were in plastic? Dye a skin bag red and it still looked like a skin bag, like it came from dirt.
"How long you, um, you do stay?" I asked.
"Fourteen days," she said. "I'm a student, I came with my teacher."
I nodded. "Ayudesh, he is a teacher."
"My teacher, he's a friend of Ayudesh. From years ago," she said. "Have you always lived here? Were you born here?"
"Yes," I said. "I am born here. My mother and father are born in Tentas clan, but they come here."
"Tentas clan is another settlement?" she asked.
I shook my head. "No," I said. "No. Sckarline only is a settlement."
"Then, what is Tentas clan?"
"It is people." I didn't know how to explain clans to her at all. "They have kinship, and they have stabros, and they are together-"
"Stabros, those are animals," she said.
I nodded. "Sckarline, uh ... is an appropriate technology mission"
"Right, that Ayudesh and Wanji started. Tentas clan is a clan, right?"
I nodded. I was worn out from talking to her.
After that, she drank tea and then I took her around to show her Sckarline. It was already almost dark. I showed her the generator where we cooked stabros manure to make electricity. I got a lantern there.
I showed her the stabros pens and the dogs, even though it wasn't really very interesting. Tuuvin was there, and Gerdor, my little uncle, leaning and watching the stabros who were doing nothing but rooting at the mud in the pen and hoping someone would throw them something to eat. The stabros shook their heads and dug with their long front toes.
"This is Tuuvin?" Veronique said.
I was embarrassed. One of the stabros, a gelding with long feathery ears, craned his head toward me. I reached out and pulled on the long guard hairs at the tips of his cars and he nipped at my hand. He had a long purple tongue. He breathed out steam. Their breath always reminded me of the smell of whisak mash.
"Do you ride them?" Veronique asked.
"What?" I asked.
"Do you, um, get on their backs?" She made a person with her fingers walking through the air, then the fingers jumped on the other hand.
"A stabros?" I asked. Tuuvin and Gerdor laughed. "No," I said. "They have no like that. Stabros angry, very much." I pretended to kick. "They have milk, sometimes. And sleds," I said triumphantly, remembering the word.
She leaned on the fence. "They are pretty," she said. "They have pretty eyes. They look so sad with their long drooping ears.'
"What?" Tuuvin asked. "What's pretty?"
"She says they have pretty eyes," I said.
Gerdor laughed, but Tuuvin and I gave him a sharp look.
The dogs were leaping and harking and clawing at the gate. She stopped and reached a hand out to touch them. "Dogs are from Earth," she said.
"Dogs are aunworld," I said. "Like us. Stabros are util."
"What's that mean?" she asked.
"Stabros can eat food that is aunworld," I said. "We can't, dogs can't. But we can eat stabros, so they are between."
"Are stabros from [:arch?" Veronique asked.
I didn't know, but Tuuvin did, which surprised me. "Stabros are from here." he said. "Ayudesh explained where it all came from, remember? util animals and plants were here, but we could use th
em. Aunworld animals and plants make us sick."
"I know they make us sick," I snapped. But I translated as best I could.
Veronique was looking at the dogs. "Do they bite?" she asked.
Bite? "You mean," I clicked my teeth, "like cat? Sometimes. Mostly if they're fighting."
She took her hand back.
"I'll get a puppy," Tuuvin said, and swung a leg over the side of the pen and waded through the dogs. Tuuvin took care of the dogs a lot so he wasn't afraid of them. I didn't like them much. I liked stabros better.
"There's a winter litter?" I said.
"Yeah," he said. "But it hasn't been too cold, they might be okay. If it gets cold we can always eat 'em."
The puppy looked like a little sausage with short arms and legs and a pink nose. Veronique cooed and took it from Tuuvin and cradled it in her arms. She talked to it, but she talked in a funny way, like baby talk, and I couldn't understand anything she said. "What's its name?" she asked.
"Its name?" I said.
"Do you name them?" she asked.
I looked at Tuuvin. Even Tuuvin should have been able to understand that; the first thing anybody learned in lingua was "What's your name?" But he wasn't paying any attention. I asked him if any of the dogs had names.
He nodded. "Some of them do. The dark male, he's a lead dog, he's called Bigman. And that one is Yellow Dog. The puppies don't have names, though."
"I think this one should have a name," Veronique said, when I told her. "I think he'll he a mighty hunter, so call him Hunter."
I didn't understand what hunting had to do with dogs, and I thought it was a bitch puppy anyway, but I didn't want to embarrass her, so I told Tuuvin. I was afraid he would laugh, but he didn't.
"How do you say that in English?" he asked. "Hunter? Okay, I'll remember." He smiled at Veronique and touched the puppy's nose. "Hunter," he said. The puppy licked him with a tiny pink tongue.
Veronique smiled back. And I didn't like it.
Veronique went to find her teacher. I went down to the distillery to tell Mam why I wasn't there helping. Tuuvin followed me down the hill. The distillery stank so it was down below Sckarline in the trees, just above the fields.
He caught me by the waist and I hung there so he could brush his lips across my hair.
"It's too cold out here," I said and broke out of his arms.
"Let's go in the back," he said.
"I've got to tell Mam," I said.
"Once you tell your mam, there'll be all these things to do and we won't get any time together," he said.
"I can't," I said, but I let him make up my mind for me.
We went around the side, tracking through the dry snow where no one much walked, through the lacey wintertrees to the door to the storage in the hack. It was as cold in the back as it was outside, and it was dark. It smelled like mash and whisak and the faint charcoal smell of the charred insides of the kegs. Brass whisak, Sckarline whisak.
He boosted me on a stack of kegs and kissed me.
It wasn't that I really cared so much about kissing. It was nice, but Tuuvin would have kissed and kissed for hours if I would let him and if we could ever find a place where we could be alone for hours. Tuuvin would kiss long after my face felt overused and bruised from kissing. But I just wanted to be with Tuuvin so much. I wanted to talk with him, and have him walk with me. I would let him kiss me if I could whisper to him. I liked the way he pressed against me now; he was warm and I was cold.
He kissed me with little kisses; kiss, kiss, kiss. I liked the little kisses. It was almost like he was talking to me in kisses. Then he kissed me hard and searched around with his tongue. I never knew what to do with my tongue when he put his in my mouth, so I just kept mine still. I could feel the rough edge of the keg beneath my legs, and if I shifted my weight it rocked on the one below it. I turned my face sideways to get my nose out of the way and opened my eyes to look past Tuuvin. In the dark I could barely make out Uukraith's eye burned on all the kegs, to keep them from going had. Uukraith was the door witch. Uukraith's sister Ina took souls from their mother and put them in seeds, put the seed in women to make babies. The kegs were all turned different directions, eyes looking everywhere. I closed mine again. Uukraith was also a virgin.
"Ohhhh, Heth! Eceuuuu!"
I jumped, but Tuuvin didn't, he just let go of my waist and stepped back and crossed his arms the way he did when he was uncomfortable. The air felt cold where he had just been warm.
My little sister, Bet, shook her butt at us. "Kissy, kissy, kissy," she said. "MAM, JANNA'S BACK IN THE KEGS WITH TUUVIN!"
"Shut up, Bet," I said. Not that she would stop.
"Slobber, slobber," she said, like we were stabros trading cud. She danced around, still shaking her butt. She puckered up her lips and made wet, smacking noises.
"Fucking little bitch," I said.
Tuuvin frowned at me. He liked Bet. She wasn't his little sister.
"MAM," Bet hollered, "JANNA SAID 'FUCKING'!"
"Janna," my mother called, "come here,"
I tried to think of what to do to Bet. I'd have liked to slap her silly. But she'd just go crying to Mam and I'd really be in trouble. It was just that she thought she was so smart and she was really being so stupid.
Mam was on her high stool, tallying. My mam wore trousers most often, and she was tall and man-faced. Still and all, men liked her. I took after her, so I was secretly glad that men watched her walk by, even if she never much noticed.
"Leave your little sister alone," she said.
"Leave her alone!" I said. "She came and found me."
"Don't swear at her. You talk like an old man." Mam was acting like a headman, her voice even and cool.
"If she hadn't come looking-"
"If you had been working as you're supposed to, she'd have had no one to look for, would she."
went to see the visitors," I said. "There are two. An old man and a girl. I helped Da carry their things to the visitors' house.'
"So that means it is okay to swear at your sister."
It was the same words we always traded. The same arguments, all worn smooth and shining like the wood of a yoke. The brand for the kegs was heating in the fire and I could smell the tang of hot iron in the dung.
"You treat me like a child," I said.
She didn't even answer, but I knew what she would say, that I acted like a child. As if what Tuuvin and I were doing had anything to do with being a child.
I was so tired of it I thought I would burst.
"Go back to work," Mam said, turning on her stool. Saying "this talk is done" with her shoulders and her eyes.
"It's wrong to live this way," I said.
She looked back at me.
"If we lived with the clans, Tuuvin and I could be together."
That made her angry. "This is a better life than the clans," she said. "You don't know what you're talking about. Go back to work."
I didn't say anything. I just hated her. She didn't understand anything. She and my Da hadn't waited until they were old. They hadn't waited for anything, and they'd left their clan to come to Sckarline when it was new. I stood in front of her, making her feel me standing there, all hot and silent.
"Janna," she said. "I'll not put up with your sullenness-" It made her furious when I didn't talk.
So she slapped me, and then I ran out, crying, past Bet who was delighted, and past Tuuvin, who had his mouth open and a stupid look on his face. And I wished they would all disappear.
Veronique sat with Tuuvin and me at dinner in the guesthouse. The guesthouse was full of smoke. We all sat down on the floor with felt and blankets. I looked to see what Veronique would be sitting on and it was wonderful. It was dark, dark blue and clean on the outside, and inside it was red and black squares. I touched it. It had a long metal fastener, a cunning thing that locked teeth together, that Veronique had unfastened so she could sit on the soft red and black inside. Dark on the outside, red on the inside; it was as if it
represented some strange offworld beast. My felt blanket was red, but it was old and the edges were gray with dirt. Offworlders were so clean, as if they were always new.
Ayudesh was with the old man who had come with Veronique. Wanji was there, but she was being quiet and by herself, the way Wanji did.
Tuuvin had brought the puppy into the guesthouse. "She asked me to. he said when I asked him what he was doing.
"She did not," I said. "People are watching a dog in this house. Besides, you don't understand her when she talks."
"I do, too," he said. "I was in school, too."
I rolled my eyes. He was when he was little, but he left as soon as he was old enough to hunt. Men always left as soon as they were old enough to hunt. And he hated it anyway.
Veronique squealed when she saw the puppy and took it from Tuuvin as if it were a baby. Everyone watched out of the corner of their eyes. Ayudesh thought it was funny. We were all supposed to be equal in Sckarline, but Ayudesh was really like a headman.
She put the puppy on her offworld blanket and it rolled over on its back, showing her its tan belly. It would probably pee on her blanket.
My da leaned over. "I hope it isn't dinner." My da hated dog.
"No," I said. "She just likes it."
My da said to her, "She."Then to me he said, "What is she called?"
"Veronique," I said.
"Veronique," he said. Then he pointed to himself. "Guwk."
"Hello, Guwk,"Veronique said.
"Hello, Veronique," said my da, which surprised me because I had never heard him say anything in English before. "Ask her for her cup,' he said to me.
She had one; bright yellow and smooth. But my da handled it matter-of-factly, as if he handled beautiful things every day. He had a skin and he poured whisak into her cup. "My wife," he waved at Mam, "she makes whisak for Sckarline."
I tried to translate, but I didn't know what 'whisak' was in English.
Veronique took the cup. My da held his hand up for her to wait and poured himself a cup. He tossed it back. Then he nodded at her for her to try.
She took a big swallow. She hadn't expected the burn, you could see that. She choked and her face got red. Tuuvin patted her on the back while she coughed. "Oh my God," she said. "That's strong!" I didn't think I needed to translate that.
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