by Amy Thomson
The aliens moved with slow solemnity, seating themselves in a large circle around the tree crotch. Then another group of slightly smaller aliens followed them out of the hollow tree, their bodies plain and undecorated. Each one sat behind and slightly to the left of the decorated aliens.
Finally, Spiral and Ripple came out of the tree, seating themselves in the gap made by the others, in a slightly higher and more visible spot. The other villagers turned to look at them as they arrived. The huge, unfinished basket was set before Ripple. Clearly, he was the guest of honor. Spiral beckoned Juna over to sit with them.
If this was a celebration of Ripple’s recovery, it must be an important event. The entire village was present, almost eighty adults, with a dozen or so workers busy serving them. Brilliant patterns flickered over the aliens’ skins—blues, greens, and softer pastels occasionally muted with grey.
Something strange was going on. Ripple wasn’t eating. Spiral seemed withdrawn and remote, picking at its food, despite Ripple’s obvious en-joinders to eat. Though they were guests of honor, neither of them seemed very happy.
After the aliens were sated and the workers had cleared away the remains of the feast, Ripple rose and addressed the assembled villagers. The brilliant, flowing patterns were extremely lovely, even though Juna couldn’t understand any of it.
When Ripple finished speaking, each of the decorated aliens stood up and addressed the gathering, then came forward and laid its decorations in the large basket in front of Ripple. Halfway through the speeches a soft rain began falling. The aliens ignored the rain and went on speaking.
The speeches went on for most of the afternoon. Juna sat there, warm rain drumming on her naked skin, bored out of her skull by the endless, incomprehensible ceremony.
At last every decorated alien had spoken. Ripple rose again, beckoning Spiral to its side. Another speech ensued as Juna sat shivering in the rain. Then Juna was summoned forward and displayed to the assembled audience. When the speech was over, Ripple walked out onto a high branch and jumped off. Juna heard a distant, wet thud as the alien’s body struck the forest floor far below.
Numbed by hours of boredom, Juna stared at the spot where Ripple had stood, unable to believe what she’d just witnessed. She peered down at the distant forest floor. Ripple’s mangled body lay there, a bright splash of red beneath it, its limbs twisted, its head at an impossible angle. Swallowing hard, Juna looked away. Spiral sat hunched and grey beside her. The other aliens sat, watching Spiral expectantly, ignoring Ripple’s fallen body.
After several minutes, Spiral rose and addressed the assembly in somber tones of grey and black. When Spiral was done, the enormous unfinished basket full of decorations was set in a sling and lowered to the ground. The villagers and Juna climbed down and stood around the corpse and the basket. They watched as Spiral cut open the dead alien’s stomach and placed a dark brown, fist-sized lump inside it. Then Spiral gently placed the mangled corpse in the basket, on top of the decorations. The alien covered the corpse with fern leaves, and methodically wove the basket shut.
The other villagers had known that Ripple was going to die. The whole ceremony had been in honor of Ripple’s suicide. Juna sat down heavily on a tree root. First the death of the worker, and now this. She felt suddenly very alone as she realized how deep the gulf between her and the aliens was. Juna felt a sudden, fierce longing for the safe familiarity of home.
Chapter 5
Ani finished weaving the basketwork coffin shut and stood up. Four villagers slung the coffin between two stout poles and began carrying it away. Ani followed behind the casket, and the rest of the village fell into procession behind her, walking through the forest to the site where Ilto would be planted. The villagers set the coffin down near the hole that had already been dug to receive his corpse.
Beside the hole lay a huge pile of leaves, branches, and rich black humus. She watched as the other bami lined the bottom and sides of the grave with the leaves and compost, then laid the coffin in the trench. Once the coffin was settled in place, the villagers defecated on it, leaving a last bit of fertilizer to help the sapling that would contain Ilto’s spirit. Then they covered the coffin with more humus and rotting leaves, piling branches on top of the low mound to anchor it in place.
Ani stood numbly by as the others piled branches over the grave. The coffin was beautiful, woven tightly and well by hands that had known him. Ilto himself had worked on it. At the farewell banquet, Ani had sat quietly through the memorial speeches and the presentation of the death gifts. She made the required speeches, and gave the required gifts. She planted the na seed in Ilto’s stomach. All of it was done properly; none of it comforted her.
There was an empty place inside her now that nothing could fill. Next year a pale green na seedling would reach toward the canopy from Ilto’s grave, holding his spirit inside it. Someday the tree would shelter her narey, and those of her bami, in its cavity. In seven or eight generations, it might shelter the entire village. Thinking about that was supposed to comfort a bereaved bami. It didn’t. Ilto was dead. Ani would never feel his presence or see his words again. The future stretched before her, grey and empty. A seedling na tree was nothing beside that.
Someone touched her shoulder. Ani looked up. It was the new creature. Unable to contain her anger at it any longer, Ani flushed red and hissed at it. The new creature backed away and Ani slipped back into numbness. Then Ninto was at her side, reminding her that the rest of the village waited for her to pile the last few branches on Ilto’s grave, bringing the funeral to an end. Automatically, she completed the ritual. Ninto led her away from the grave, and escorted her back home. She followed, lost in her grief.
When they arrived at the village, Ninto led her back to her room. A third bed was laid on the platform.
“You should stay with me until you are through werrun,” Ninto told her.
“Thank you, Ninto,” she flickered, grateful that she would not have to face the empty room where she and Ilto had lived for so many years.
“Go rest,” Ninto said. “Tonight you will begin werrun.”
“So soon?” Ani asked, surprised by how quickly things were happening.
“The village will be in ming-a until the empty place among the elders is filled,” Ninto said, “It’s best not to wait too long to bring things back into balance. Now get some sleep.”
Ninto ordered her to bed as though she were a very young bami. It reminded her of her first days with Ilto. The memory sent fresh arrows of grief through her. Ani burrowed into the fresh bed of leaves. She wanted to go to sleep and wake up and find that Ilto was still alive and that the new creature had never arrived. Ninto squatted beside her and grasped her arm.
“Do you want me to help you go to sleep?”
Ani ached to feel nothing for a while.
“Yes.”
There was a faint prick as Ninto made the link, then sleep blotted out the world. It seemed only moments later when Ninto shook her gently awake.
“Ani, it’s time,” Ninto said as she sat up. Ninto helped her up, and escorted her to a waiting group of bami. They led her to a quiet pool in a nearby stream, and bathed her. Ani remembered bathing Kirito’s bami only a month before, when he underwent werrun. They had laughed and splashed, and been full of joy for Kiha, who had sat gravely during their celebrations. Ani had joked about mating with Kiha when she became an elder, and they had laughed. Kiha was the elder Kiha to now. He had become stiff and formal after werrun and their friendship had faded. Now it was Ani’s turn. She sat there like a stone, unable to share in her friends’ joy at her upcoming transformation. The openness of her grief shamed her, but each moment that passed took her farther from the happiness she had known as a bami, and moved her toward a difficult and lonely future.
Her friends saw her grief, and it puzzled them.
“You’ve been a bami longer than any of us; there are elders who became bami after you did. Aren’t you ready to become an elder?” her frien
d Kalla asked.
“I still miss him,” Ani said. She was being rude, speaking of the dead, but now that Ilto was gone, she felt as though a part of her were missing.
The other bami’s laughter subsided, and they each linked with her briefly, tasting her sadness, and sharing their fondness for her.
“I’ll miss you all,” Ani said when the link was broken.
“You make it sound as though you were dying,” Baha said.
“No, but I’ve seen other bami go through werrun. They change. When I’m an elder I’ll be busy running things. Things will be different between us.”
“We’ll catch up to you in a few years,” Kalla said in reassuring tones. “Someday we’ll all be elders together. It won’t be long. You’ll see.”
“And then you’ll all be vying for my favors in the mating pool,” Baha said, preening shamelessly.
Kalla splashed him, and soon the quiet pool resounded with a huge water fight, with Ani caught in the middle, watching the others’ skin ripple with vivid laughter.
At last, tired and panting, the bami emerged from the pool. Kalla draped a necklace of dried bakim around Ani’s neck, their iridescent blue wing cases gleaming in the dusk. One by one, the other bami came forward to adorn her, until she was covered from ears to hips in brilliant necklaces made of flowers, seeds, shells, small birds, and insects. Safely hidden by the muffling decorations, Ani repeated Ilto’s name over and over again.
When they were finished decorating Ani, the bami led her gravely and ceremoniously back to Ninto, who waited with the other elders.
The elders led her back to the tree, descended to the bottom, and formed a circle around the rim of the tree’s reservoir. The brief joy that Ani felt during the water fight had dissipated. She felt as numb and lifeless as a rock. The long ritual, with its rhythmic calling, dancing, and celebrations, flowed over her like water over a stone. She performed the required actions, and said the things that needed to be said, automatically. None of it touched her. It was as though she were watching the ritual happen to some other bami.
At last, Ninto came forward, arms outstretched for allu-a. Ani came forward and linked with her. Now the real transformation would take place. She felt Ninto’s presence inside her, moving through her, coaxing forth the hormones that would bring her into full adulthood.
She would not feel the effect for several hours. Then she would sink into a deep coma for a couple of days, and awaken as an elder. Ninto led her up the tree to her room. A huge meal was laid out. Ani picked at it. She would need the energy during werrun, but her stomach was filled with grief. She couldn’t, eat, and she was getting sleepy. It would be good to sleep. The oblivion of sleep seemed like a release. The thought of living without Ilto was too painful to bear. She wanted to fall asleep and never wake up.
Ani hardly noticed when Ninto eased her onto the bed. She fell asleep as quickly and easily as a stone sinks into a deep pool.
Strange visions troubled her sleep. She tracked Ilto through the forest, following his scent through the trees, and over the ground. She searched for what seemed like days. Her body ached in odd places. She was cold, tired, and hungry.
At last she came to a wide beach. Ilto’s footprints stretched before her in the sand. They led to the ocean. His footprints marked the water where he had walked, stretching out to the horizon. She wanted to follow, but the water would not bear her weight. She would have to swim after him, but the water was unimaginably cold. It swirled over her ankles. The cold made her heavy and stupid. She would have to hurry before she became unable to continue. She took a step into the frigid ocean. A wave swirled up to her knees and then slipped back down the beach again. It pulled at her legs, drawing her into the ocean.
She felt a sudden warmth, as if the sun were shining on her back. She sensed a presence somewhere behind her. It felt like Ilto’s. She turned around, looking for him, wondering how he could be so close when his footprints stretched out to the horizon. She stepped from the icy-cold sea. Where was he? If she closed her eyes, she felt as though she could reach out and touch him. She took another step up the beach, chittering a loud, urgent summons, flashing Ilto’s name sign over and over again. She found nothing, only the presence near her, inside her, like allu-a. She ran up the beach to the forest’s edge, then turned and looked behind her. Ilto’s footprints were gone. The ocean was smooth again, and the only footprints on the beach were her own.
She cried out again, squalling like a frightened tinka. Ilto was gone. He was dead. She was alone. The realization terrified her. Without Ilto, she was nothing.
A hand brushed her shoulder. She looked up. It was Ninto. She recognized the presence in her dream now. It hadn’t been Ilto; it was Ninto. Her presence felt like Ilto’s.
Ninto reached out to her, beckoning. Ani glanced back at the ocean one last time, then reached out and took Ninto’s hand and followed her into the forest. There was a nest in one of the trees. Ani laid down beside Ninto and fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Ani’s eyes opened. Ninto was sitting beside her bed. Baha and the new creature were with “her. Ani took a deep breath, smelling the rank odor of sickness. Ilto must be sick again, she thought, and she tried to get up to go to him. But she was too weak. She realized that what she smelled was her own sickness, and remembered—Ilto was dead; she was an elder now.
Ninto flushed a pure, brilliant pale blue. “Welcome back, Anito. You survived werrun. For a while we thought you were going to follow Ilto.”
Hearing an elder’s suffix attached to her name startled Ani. She tried again to sit up, and failed. She was weaker than a newly hatched lizard pup. Ninto and the new creature moved to help her, with an ease that spoke of familiarity. She looked down. Her skin was stretched tightly over her ribs.
“How long have I been asleep?”
“Eight days. You nearly died.” Ninto rubbed her cheek ruefully. “I should have waited. You hadn’t eaten enough, and I didn’t realize how deeply you felt your sitik’s death. You didn’t want to live. I had to go in and bring you back.”
“I saw it,” Ani said. “I was following Ilto and you brought me back. I’m an elder now.” She tried to stand, and Ninto pushed her back down.
“No, Anito, you’re too weak. Drink first, and eat.” Ninto turned to the new creature. “Bring food and water,” she said in large, plain words.
The new form of her name struck her like a blow. She couldn’t accept the fact that she was an elder. She still thought of herself as Ani.
The new creature got up and brought over a leaf cone full of mushed kayu, and a large gourd of water. Washes of blue and black and green flickered over its skin as it handed the water to her.
Ani took the gourd and drank deeply. She was extremely thirsty. There was very little left for her to wash with, but she poured it over her head anyway, washing away a little of the rank smell of sickness. She handed the gourd back to the new creature, thanking it as though it could imckistand. To her surprise, the creature responded with a garbled wash :i colors.
Ani gestured at the creature. “Why does it keep changing colors like aiai?” she asked Ninto.
“It’s trying to talk. It’s very intelligent, you know. All the time you were sick, it watched over you. It copied what I was doing, and I let it :ake over since it was so capable. It bathed you and changed your bedding «r‹en it got foul. It even warmed you with its body heat while I was linked *~th you. It helped save your life.”
Ani looked at the new creature, and it offered her the leaf cone full of —ush. Ani took it with* nod, and began to eat. She felt vaguely embarrassed by the new animal’s help. It was her atwa now. She should be taking care of it, not the other way around. She flickered her thanks, and the creature flushed blue with pleasure, and then began that incoherent flickering again.
“It understands!” Ani said.
“It knows a lot of words,” Ninto said. “It was a game we played while you were sick. I’d make pictures on my skin and then show
it the pattern. Then I’d tell the creature to bring me whatever it was that I asked for. It learns quickly. Now eat. You need your strength.”
The sweet mush was nutritious and easy to digest. Ani could feel energy coursing through her blood before she finished it. The new creature supported her while she relieved herself into a wide round gourd. Her wastes were thick and strong-smelling, full of sickbed poisons. The new creature covered the gourd with a lid and set it aside. Then it brought over a huge, brimming gourd full of fresh water, and held Ani upright while Ninto and Baha sluiced water over her.
Even the mild exertion of standing left Ani shaking and lightheaded with fatigue. The new creature picked her up as easily as though she were a basket of feathers, carried her to a freshly made bed of leaves, laid her on it, and piled the leaves over her. The new creature’s strength startled her. It was easy to forget how strong it was.
“Sleep, Anito,” Ninto said. “You’re through the worst of it, but it will take several days for you to recover.” She shook her head. “I’ve never seen anyone have such a hard time during werrun.”
My name is Anito, I am an elder now, she thought, but she was too tired to speak. Anito closed her eyes and fell into a deep, profound sleep.
The next few days were a round of sleep, food, and water. Always when she awoke, the new creature was waiting by the bed. Once, Anito woke in the middle of the night to find the creature asleep on the floor beside her. The new animal’s patient concern puzzled Anito. There was no reason for it to do this. Anito had treated the creature with disdain and active hostility before she had undergone werrun.
Anito was now indebted to the creature. It was an obligation that she hated. As soon as she was able to travel, she would take the creature back to its own people. Then she would have discharged her obligation to the new creature, and be able to return to the village and choose another atwa.
Chapter 6
