Harmonic Magic Series Boxed Set

by P. E. Padilla

  “Good,” he heard Rindu say. “Now open your eyes.” Sam did. “Now, Sam, which way does the ley line on which you are sitting go?”

  Without thinking, Sam pointed off to his left. Rindu nodded and smiled at him. “Very good. I want you to practice identifying ley lines, getting familiar with them, whenever you meditate and practice strengthening your rohw. Soon, you will be able to identify them when you are walking, talking, doing anything else. When you have learned more locations, we will work more to refine your sensitivity. Coincidentally, that line travels almost directly north, so we will be following it, generally, for some time. For now, though, I think it is time we moved on.” He got up and headed toward where Dr. Walt was sitting on another boulder.

  Looking up at Nalia, he smiled. “Thank you,” he said to her. “Your suggestion really helped.”

  She reached down and squeezed his shoulder as she walked toward the others. “You…are…coming well,” she said in broken English, and he didn’t have the heart to correct her. Instead, he gave her his best smile. There was no way he could tell, but he would swear she was smiling under that mask as they walked back toward the others.

  Chapter 42

  Sam tried to catch the sense of the ley lines as he plodded mechanically behind the others, but was unable. That night, after practicing with Rindu first and then Nalia, with a short study session with Dr. Walt, he tried again, sitting in his meditation posture and focusing on what he had felt earlier. He was able to recapture the feeling, but it was weaker. He spent long minutes just absorbing the feeling, becoming familiar with it. With this new ability, Sam tried again to transport himself home, hoping that he would be able to find the specific vibration he needed to leave. Again, he failed. Finally, he went to his tent and fell asleep quickly, happy with his progress with the ley lines, but not so much so with his ongoing problem, that of trying to get home.

  A touch on his shoulder woke him instantly. He couldn’t believe he was sleeping so soundly that someone was able to get into his tent and actually touch him. “Is it my turn for watch?” he asked blearily.

  He could just make out Nalia’s face in the darkness. She was not wearing her mask, which shook him out of his grogginess. Her slender finger was touching her lips in shushing gesture. Then, when she was sure he saw it and understood, she motioned him to get up and follow her.

  The camp site they had chosen was a large clearing, large enough for them all to pitch their tents. Because it didn’t have a tree canopy over it, the stars were visible in the open sky. The full moon shone down and lit the clearing so that Sam could see almost as well as a cloudy day. Nalia pointed to one side.

  At first, Sam didn’t know what she was pointing at. The far edge of the clearing was a good hundred feet away and at that distance, things were indistinct. He closed his eyes, opened them slowly, and forced his eyes to focus at the edge of the trees. Then he saw it.

  Stooped on a rock, motionless, was what Sam had first assumed to be a man. In fact, his heart jumped when he first saw the shape, preparing for battle. Nalia’s light squeeze on his arm let him know there was no danger.

  Looking more closely, he saw that the thing on the rock was not shaped exactly like a man. It was larger, much larger, and squatter. At first, Sam thought that he couldn’t see the color of the thing because of the distance and the low light, but he realized that it was actually black, or some very dark color. And hairy. It was covered in hair. Leaning in to whisper right next to Nalia’s ear, he asked, “Is that a gorilla?”

  “Kuwpo,” Nalia whispered back. “Sentry. Stay still and watch.”

  The two remained motionless for several minutes, watching the kuwpo sit as still as if he was part of the rock. Just when Sam was going to ask what they were watching for, he noticed more movement. His eyes had become more accustomed to the moonlight and his vision keener, but he wasn’t sure at first if he really had seen the bushes move a few feet from the kuwpo. They moved again, and he was sure. Something else was just inside the trees.

  A figure smaller than the kuwpo on the rock, but still bigger than a man, slowly edged out into the light. As it left the bushes, it seemed to be dragging something. A moment later, Sam realized what it was. The kuwpo was holding the hand of a smaller kuwpo, a young one that was probably the size of a ten-year old child.

  The smaller kuwpo was chittering softly, tugging on the other’s arm, trying to break free. What Sam assumed was the little one’s mother tugged his arm towards herself and lightly slapped the top of his head with the back of her other hand, whisper-chittering something commanding. The little one ducked his head, playing the role of the chastised child perfectly. Sam covered his mouth so he wouldn’t laugh out loud, eyeing Nalia from the corner of his eye. Her eyes were wide with wonder and her mouth wore a smile as big as his. Sam felt a warm glow within himself from his affection for this tough warrior woman. It was like a fire being stoked deep in his chest.

  The mother and the young kuwpo passed the sentry, whose foot the child patted while passing, and made their way another twenty feet to enter the trees again. Others, some young, some older, even one that looked elderly or infirm, passed through the edge of the clearing, clearly on their way somewhere else. Some of them snatched fronds from nearby plants and chewed them as they went.

  Sam and Nalia watched until finally, the sentry noted the passing of another kuwpo as large or maybe a bit larger than him (Sam assumed it was a “him’). He then hopped down from his rock and began to follow where the others had gone. Just before he disappeared into the bushes and trees, he looked back toward the humans. He seemed to look Sam right in the eye, held his gaze, and made an almost imperceptible dip of his head. Shocked, Sam looked to Nalia, seeing surprise also written on her face.

  “He knew we were here the whole time?” he asked.

  “Yes. The kuwpo are very smart. They are a social animal, remaining in tight family units. They eat only plants and so are not a danger to us, unless we provoke or threaten them. Doing that is not a good idea. They are strong enough to tear a man apart and though they eat plants, they have sharp front teeth that can cause horrible wounds. But, as I said, they are smart and respect others’ privacy.”

  “They are amazing. They’re like the gorillas in my world.”

  “Smarter. Dr. Walt has told me of these gorillas. They are similar, but different, too. I have never seen them from such a short distance.” Her eyes were still shining, like a child at an amusement park.

  Sam reached over and swept a stray bit of hair that was hanging over her face. Looking into her eyes, he suddenly realized just how much she had come to mean to him. “Thank you for waking me, for letting me share this with you,” he said as he scanned her face. “And for feeling comfortable enough with me to let me see your beautiful face sometimes.”

  Even in the moonlight, he saw her skin flush. She was probably the toughest, most competent woman he had ever met, or even ever heard of, but some things were uncomfortable for her. Trying to change the subject quickly, he said, “Do you want me to take watch now? Would you like to get some sleep?”

  “No.” She was looking at him, saying nothing else.

  Sam continued to look at her, memorizing anew every little curve of her face, every feature. It should have been an uncomfortable moment, but somehow it wasn’t.

  Their eyes met and the next thing Sam was aware of, he was kissing her. Holding her close, pulling her into him, their lips met and he felt energy course through him. Her lips seemed to fit perfectly with his. They were soft, so soft, and tasted of…what? They tasted of her. That was the only way he could describe it. It embodied everything that he saw and thought and felt about her. It was simply her, and it was amazing.

  She broke the kiss and put her head on his shoulder, hugging him tightly. They stood like that, barely breathing, afraid to disturb the perfect peace they felt at the moment. Idly, he rubbed her back, enjoying the feel of her. She was so fit, so muscular, that he could feel hard muscle u
nderneath his hand, but it was soft, too. It was perfect, as she was, and he never wanted to let her go.

  Soon, though, he had to. Kissing her one more time, he allowed her to pull gently away from him. Her eyes were afire, somehow glowing a bright blue-green in the moonlight. Her perfect lips formed a smile that made his knees feel as though they would collapse.

  “Sleep, Sam. I will keep watch for a while longer. I would be unable to sleep at this time in any case.” She reached out and ran her fingers tenderly through his hair, turned, and walked back to her vantage point to continue the watch. Not knowing what else to do, Sam watched until she had settled down and disappeared into the shadows and then he went back into his tent to try to sleep. Face hurting from smiling, he touched his lips, thought sweet thoughts, and finally, after a long time, relaxed into sleep, wondering at his fortune in finding a woman such as Nalia.

  Chapter 43

  The next morning dawned bright with very few clouds in the sky. The sunlight, hindered by the surrounding trees, poked its way through, beaming through the dust motes floating in the early morning air. Sam emerged from his tent, ready for the day.

  As he set about building a fire to fend off the morning chill, a thought occurred to him. The others, and especially Nalia, had become precious to him. He felt embarrassed that he had been trying almost every night to go back home, never thinking that he would be abandoning his friends. What if he got back home but then couldn’t come back? What if he succeeded and his friends needed him? He decided then and there that he would see this quest through. He wasn’t the only one with a stake in it. The others suffered, too, as did all the villagers the Gray Man had killed. He would see it through to the end. How could he do any less? Mind made up, he bustled around the small camp site, continuing his work.

  Sam was using the trick Rindu had taught him, concentrating his rohw on a single point and translating the energy to heat to start the fire, when Nalia came out of her tent. She had apparently been relieved by Rindu or Dr. Walt after he had left her last night. His face heated and guilt pushed its way uncomfortably from his belly when he thought of how he should have insisted on taking a watch. His mind had been befuddled by her intoxicating kisses.

  Noticing his reaction, Nalia shook her masked head. “Do not feel badly. My father awoke two hours ago and bade me to take a nap before the day’s hike. He is accustomed to being up well before the dawn. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

  “Oh, ok,” was all he was able to say. Could she read him so easily? He was sorry to see that she had her mask back on. It was too rare an occasion that he saw her face and her mesmerizing eyes. “Ummm, about last —”

  “Do not.” She said it as if it was a command.

  “But, I just—”

  “No.” She came up to him, standing right in front of him. Pulling her mask off quickly, she kissed him on the mouth, just a quick peck, and then the mask went back on. “Let us not talk about things now. I want to enjoy the memory and not tarnish it with speech.”

  Smiling at the stealthy kiss but unsure what was happening, Sam nodded slowly. “Ok, I’ll try not to talk about it.”

  She squared her shoulders and took his hands in hers. “Sam, you must understand. Sapsyra are much like the Zouyim in this respect: we live in the present, not analyzing too much the past or the future, if we can help it. I want to enjoy your company today. Let us try not to confuse things with speech. Rejoice in the day. We are on a dangerous journey and today could be our last. Can you try just to appreciate this beautiful day without too much thought?”

  Smiling more sincerely now, he answered, “Yes, Nalia, I think I can do that. I’ll try.”

  “Thank you,” she said as she pulled her mask off again, gracing him with her beautiful, beaming smile. “Maybe I will let the morning air touch my skin for a while.”

  “Thank you,” he said, and felt energized when her smile grew bigger.

  They were busy making a breakfast of cakes and hot tea when Rindu came into the clearing from the trees. “When the sun rose, I scouted ahead. There is a path just through there,” he pointed off toward the West. “It is probably used by the bandits that live here. There is fresh movement, and not from the kuwpo, unless the kuwpo have started wearing boots.”

  Sobered by the news, the party ate their breakfast in silence and then packed up their things. The rakkeben were called back from being afield and Skitter sauntered in groggily from some bushes near Sam’s tent.

  Have you eaten yet, Skitter? Sam sent.

  No. I am not feeling up to eating, the hapaki sent back. I think maybe the tender roots I ate last night did not agree with me. I think I’ll ride in the litter this morning.

  I’m sorry, Sam sent. I hope you feel better. Let me know if you need anything.

  Skitter slowly climbed up into the litter strapped to Shonyb’s back, stopping briefly to run his claws through the rakkeban’s fur and to receive a sympathetic lick from the big wolf. Settling down, he closed his eyes and drifted off into uneasy sleep.

  To the questioning looks from the others, Sam simply stated, “He’s not feeling well, thinks maybe the roots he ate aren’t agreeing with him.” The other party members nodded their understanding, Nalia even patting the hapaki on his furry head, and then they all continued preparing for the day’s travel.

  The journey started off normally, with the same types of trees and bushes, the same type of rock formations hidden within the narrow aisle they traveled. Soon, however, they came upon the “trail” Rindu had mentioned. When he pointed it out, Sam looked askance at him. “What trail? I don’t see any difference between what we have been walking in and the place you’re pointing to.”

  Rolling his eyes, Rindu explained. He pointed to several disturbed bushes, one having a stem bent back so that it almost broke. He also pointed toward a stone which had the moss growing on it scuffed, almost scraped off. Finally, he brought Sam close and pointed to a depression in the grass, as if someone had slipped off the stone on which he was walking. It was hard to tell, but Sam took Rindu’s word that it was a boot print.

  Looking at the Zouy, Sam gained a new appreciation for the man’s skills. He never would have noticed these things in a million years.

  “Oh, and incidentally, if you bring yourself to khulim and soften your eyes so that you can see the rohw signatures, it may become clearer.”

  Sam did so, standing and breathing slowly, methodically, in and out. As he reached the almost-trance point, he softened his eyes and gazed out at the shadowy forest floor. The boot prints and damaged foliage jumped into his vision, glowing as if they were dusted in some fluorescent chemical. Shaking his head and opening his eyes normally, he gave Rindu a sidelong glance. “Showoff.”

  “‘The man who tells all he knows will never win at tiles,’” the Zouy said with a slight smile. He continued on, taking them off the trail and through a side passage in the foliage. He explained that he didn’t want to follow the trail because it was probably a trap.

  The party traveled for another hour before they came to the hives. Sam was the first to notice them, Nalia and Rindu focusing on the trail and the surrounding forest. Sam looked up to see if he could judge the time by the sun and he saw the silhouette of a strange shape affixed high in a tree.

  It looked like a man-made structure of straight lines and uniform angles. He stopped, looking at it to try to figure out what it was. After several steps, Nalia and Rindu both realized that Sam and, as a result, Dr. Walt, had stopped and were looking up. Dr. Walt was moving his glasses up and down the bridge of his nose and squinting, trying to get a better look.

  The object looked to be pasted to a tree, at the junction of two large branches. It was a dull light brown color and seemed open toward the ground. It had many different chambers in it, each a perfect hexagon. Some appeared to be plugged up with a cotton-like material. The chambers were massive, almost big enough for a person to crawl into. Sam stood pondering for just a moment and then he felt as if
his stomach had dropped to his ankles.

  “Oh, my God,” he whisper-yelled. “We need to get out of here. Now!”

  Dr. Walt looked at him quizzically. “It’s too high for me to focus on well, my boy. What is that thing?”

  Just as Sam was about to answer a faint buzzing sound filled the air like the air itself was vibrating. “Run!” he called to the others.

  From the corner of his eye, he spotted movement. A flash of metallic blue was heading for them, flying a dozen feet off the ground. Large, compound eyes stared down at the party, evaluating them. The insect was huge. It had the form of a wasp but was the size of a large dog. A very large dog. With a maddened buzz like a high-pitched chainsaw, the wasp dove toward them, midnight black stinger coming forward to strike.

  Sam was the intended target, being closest to the diving insect. As the wasp dove, he swung Ahimiro up, projecting his rohw through the staff. Instead of meeting the insect’s attack head-on, Sam buffeted the flyer to the side, causing it to miss him and bounce harmlessly into the bushes a few feet away. As it did so, Sam heard other buzzes from the direction from which the first wasp had come. “Run!” he yelled again, and took off for what appeared to be an opening in the rock face.

  The humans, as well as the rakkeben, followed immediately. Skitter’s emphatic and panicked sendings let Sam know that the hapaki was bouncing along in the same direction so he knew Shonyb was following, too. By the time the small party had reached the opening, which turned out to be a cave, there were more than twenty of the huge wasps buzzing toward them at full speed.

  Sam didn’t even want to think about what would happen if one of them was stung. Nalia had told them about rumors of highly poisonous wasp venom and the giant wasps that carried it. She hadn’t seen any on her trips through the area before, but Sam thought that was just luck. They seemed very real to him. And fast. He hoped they could lose the insects in the cave.