From somewhere beneath Madame’s feet, a howling broke loose, a hideous caterwauling so clamorous that Madame clapped her hands to her ears, eyes slitted. ‘What?’ she grated. ’What?’
Marianne and Makr Avehl were unmoving, seeming not to hear. The sound renewed itself, even louder. There were screams and shouts of people mixed in with a kind of barking yodel, the sound of a pack on the hunt.
Madame twitched, snarled. ‘Do wait for me, children,’ she instructed, pointing her long, bony fingers at each of them. ’Don’t run away.’ Then she was back in the little elevator, the door closing behind her.
As soon as they were alone, Marianne walked calmly to the table where the time bender stood and took it into her hand. ‘She didn’t name me at all, did she? Just as you thought, Makr Avehl, she didn’t know I was there.’ Marianne leaned forward and snapped her fingers beneath his nose, seeing him twitch into sudden life. ‘Come on, love. We’re going away from here just as we planned. But first, there are a few things I need to do.’
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
There were no words in her mind at all. None of the tools of thinking were there, not yet. Nonetheless, she saw faces peering down at her, saw smiles on lips, heard chortling words and knew them. They were people. The words of recognition came swimming through her mind like familiar fish. Mama. Papa. Great-aunt Dagma.
She was three days old.
‘Third time is the charm,’ said Marianne.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
‘The wedding was very, very beautiful,’ said Cloud-haired mama. ‘I was so afraid we’d miss it. When we got held up in Paris that way, I thought for sure you’d have to get married without us!’
‘Even I thought it was lovely,’ Marianne laughed, ‘once you and Papa got here. Though I was afraid you’d think it was terribly sudden.’
‘No more sudden than the way Haurvatat married me. He met me on the third of June and by the tenth we were married. They have this way with them, the men of Alphenlicht. And he’s as happy for you as I am, Mist Princess. Though how you got here and married when the last thing we knew you were in Denver, working for the feds – that’s what Papa says – “the feds”…’
‘Well, as you said, the men of Alphenlicht have a way with them. Makr Avehl just wouldn’t rest until I came here, and I’d no sooner arrived than he announced the wedding.’
‘I do hope he proposed properly in between.’
‘You know, I really can’t remember. He must have, don’t you think? Surely I wouldn’t have consented to a wedding if he hadn’t proposed?’
‘Of course not, darling. Look, there’s Papa beckoning to me. He has someone he wants me to meet.’ And Cloud-haired mama drifted away across the room looking almost as young and lovely as Marianne herself.
‘Happy?’ asked Makr Avehl from behind her. ‘Would you like more champagne?’
She turned and kissed him, feeling her whole body come alive as she pressed against him, catching her breath in a shaky laugh as she said, ‘Very happy. But I haven’t had any champagne at all, yet. You’ve been hogging it all for yourself.’
‘Lovely wedding,’ murmured Ellat, offering her a glass and a curious look, both at once. ‘I was thinking during the ceremony how little you’ve changed, Marianne. When you first arrived here in Alphenlicht, you were a bit of a stranger, but now you’re so much the girl I knew—before.’
‘Oh, I finally got myself together,’ laughed Marianne, looking up at Makr Avehl with a twinkle. ‘Or we did. I think personalities tend to integrate as we get a little older, don’t you, Ellat? Most of us are rather schizy when we’re young.’
‘There’s certainly nothing the matter with your integration,’ Ellat admitted with a continuing searching look into Marianne’s face. There was a lot of courage there, and determination. A lot of intelligence, too, as well as an almost violent alacrity, given to sudden decisions. Ellat was looking for a kind of untried girlishness that she thought she remembered seeing recently, but it wasn’t there. She tipped her glass in salute and smiled again as she moved away. It had been a beautiful wedding.
‘Isn’t it time we were running off somewhere?’ Marianne whispered to Makr Avehl. ‘Isn’t it time you were taking me to bed, love?’
‘Forward wench.’ He grinned at her, eating her with his eyes. ‘Just a few more minutes and we’ll escape. I hadn’t told you, but we’re going up to the hunting lodge for a proper honeymoon. We can leave in just a bit, but I think there are just one or two guests who may put in an appearance…’
There was a momentary hush from across the room as one of the belated guests arrived – a very old woman, leaning on the arms of two attendants. Her hair was white and her expression was mildly vacant.
‘Oh, look,’ said Marianne in a voice that anyone who did not know her very well would have thought to be sympathetic. ’Isn’t that Tabiti Delubovoska? One of Papa’s relatives by his first marriage. I met her once when I was only a child. She’s aged terribly. Heavens, she must be ninety-five if she’s a day.’ She smiled up at Makr Avehl again, seeing his eyes riveted on the old woman.
‘Over a hundred,’ he offered. ‘So I’ve been told. Though she looked remarkably young for her age until just—well, recently.’
‘Pity,’ said Marianne, drinking her champagne. ‘I don’t think she’ll last much longer. Well, we women can only hold time at bay for so long. It gets all of us in the end.’
‘Does it indeed?’ asked Makr Avehl. ‘Does it, Marianne?’
They stood looking at one another for a long moment, each still holding a celebratory glass in hand. Makr Avehl’s expression was loving, watchful, a little wary, as though something had happened of which he was only partially aware. ’Does time get all of us in the end?’
‘Of course,’ said Marianne, touching her breast where something hung on a chain beneath her high-necked dress. Across the room, a black dog with Gojam on its back poked its head through a door and winked at her.
Marianne looked up at her lover and smiled.
‘Of course it does, darling,’ she said.
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Sheri S. Tepper (1929 -)
Sheri Stewart Tepper was born in Colorado in 1929 and is the author of a larger number of novels in the areas of science fiction, fantasy, horror and mystery, and is particularly respected for her works of feminist science fiction. Her many acclaimed novels include The Margarets and Gibbon’s Decline And Fall, both shortlisted for the Arthur C. Clarke Award, A Plague Of Angels, Sideshow and Beauty, which was voted Best Fantasy Novel Of The Year by readers of Locus magazine. Her versatility is illustrated by the fact that she is one of very few writers to have titles in both the Gollancz SF and Fantasy Masterworks lists. Sheri S. Tepper lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
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