Neal Barrett Jr. - The Prophecy Machine

“That's all I can say now, except you must try to leave that place, and quickly if you can. You, and Letitia, and the thing with shiny scales.”

“You know about her? About Julia Jessica Slagg?”

“What did I say? You have something else with shiny scales? Here, take this …”

Something slid across the floor and lightly touched his foot. Finn bent to pick it up, felt something small and nearly weightless, metal and stone, something so fine it ran through his fingers like sand.

“Tell Letitia to wear it. Whatever you do, don't try and wear it yourself. Do you understand that? Go now, get back to her as soon as you can.”

“Yes, I will.” Finn rose to leave.

“And by the way … those feelings, when you first came in? Strange, wondrous feelings, possibly passion and desire? That was me. I'm older than your Letitia, but a Mycer woman never forgets how to do that.

“Mycer males are easy. And humans like yourself …”

Another throaty laugh, a chuckle in the dark.

“I don't know about that,” Finn said, deciding though, that possibly he did.

“This, uh, place of yours is quite nice,” he said, the first thing to come to mind. “We have some seers back home, and I always feel their shops are sort of-petrified. Like they keep old papers and crawly things about. Potions, jars and nasty pots. Your place, now, smells like ginger, apples, and maybe cherry pie.”

“You have a good nose for the prurient,” the seer said from the dark, “and you're good with food as well. Not too surprising as you're sitting in my kitchen keeping me from supper right now …”

Letitia tried not to count the minutes, tried not to pace, tried to stay away from the fly-specked window that looked upon the sere and somber plain. Each time she glanced at the narrow dirt road, it seemed to grow dimmer, the colors seemed to melt and coalesce. If she looked long enough, everything faded to the same shade of gray.

Closing her eyes, she dug her nails into her palms. If it hurt badly enough, maybe it would wake her from this horrible dream, maybe time would turn around, go back the other way. Night wouldn't come, and Finn would be safely in her arms.

“Why did I do it, Julia? I must have been out of my mind. I was angry, I admit. I took it out on him and it wasn't his fault. Not all , anyway. He didn't know there were Yowlies on the ship. He didn't know about the Hatters, what would happen in the square. He didn't-Damn it all, Julia, he could have done something , seems to me!”

Julia was sprawled on the bed curled up like a snail, now and then whipping her brassy tail.

“Say something,” Letitia said. “I feel like I'm talking to an ugly pile of tin. That's very annoying to me.”

“Well, what a delightful thing to say. And what, exactly, would you care to hear? No, it was not a good idea to send him out looking for seers. And no, I don't know what I would have done, so don't ask. He'll be back, he always is.”

“I don't know how you can be so sure of that. He could be dead right now, lying in a ditch.”

Letitia was sorry she'd spoken so harshly, but Julia really did look bad, not polished and shiny as she should. In the dim and dreary light, her scales were dull and faded, like rust was setting in.

“He's got his faults, Julia, but I do love him so, and he's very dear to me.” She sniffed then, and found a hanky in her sleeve. “We've hardly got started on marital bliss, and we might never have a chance again. Did you really mean that, do you think he's all right? You're not just saying it to make me feel better?”

“That's most of it, yes,” Julia said. “You know I can't stand to hear you whine and blow your nose. The nose thing, that's one of the six most disgusting things meat creatures do. I wouldn't dream of discussing the rest.

“In truth, though, I do feel Finn will pull through. He's really quite bright, though you mustn't tell him that. He also enjoys amazing dumb luck, another meat trait that I don't understand.”

“Stop it, all right?” Letitia curled her mouth in disgust. “You know I don't care for talk like that.”

“What, meat?”

“See, you're doing it again.”

“What am I supposed to say? That's what you are. A sack of blood and bones, squishy stuff and skin. Do I get upset when you say tin? ”

“That's not the same. You're not-”

“Not real, huh? I don't have feelings like you. And I'm far too polite to say where you came from.”

Letitia rolled her eyes. “I'm getting sick. Could we possibly talk about something else?”

“Like, is Finn going to rescue us soon, or do I have to go and save him? If I were to guess-”

Letitia jumped back from the window, startled, as lightning sizzled on the road outside. Thunder shook the house, rattled all its seams. Fat drops of rain struck the window sweeping muddy rivers down the pane.

“He's out there in the dark,” Letitia said, wiping away fresh tears. “Now he'll never get back. Oh, Finn, I'm sorry for most of the things I've said. Some, I admit, were not on a totally positive plane. I know I'm not perfect, and neither are you. That's good, I guess, because I don't think marriage would work out if you were always wrong, and I was always right.

“Julia, do you think the Hooter persons will be out on a night like this? I went to Mycer Mass until I met Finn, but no one expected you to go if it was storming like this. Julia? Julia …? ”

“If you're looking for that mechanical device, you'd better find it quick. I won't have it running loose around my house.”

Letitia gasped, turned around quickly and found the old man standing in the door, standing there watching her with little black eyes and a ghastly toothless grin.

Calabus smiled even wider, clearly pleased with the effect.

“Didn't mean to frighten you, girl. We don't have a lot of knobs in this house. They're inclined to fall off, and that useless servant of mine won't ever put 'em back. If I wasn't cursed with a kindly nature, I'd flay him to the bone, roast every strip of that stinking flesh and make him choke it down …”

“Please,” Letitia said, as her stomach lurched, as everything began to float around. “I beg you not to talk like that, I feel I'm about to be ill. And will you get out of here, I did not invite you in!”

“Don't have to. I can go anywhere I like. Where'd that ugly thing go? I heard you talking to it, know you've got it hid somewhere.”

“She's not hidden at all. She's right here. Aren't you, Julia?”

Letitia frowned. She peered in the closet and under the bed. Under the only chair. She looked at Calabus, genuinely puzzled now.

“I don't know where she is. She was here a moment ago. I expect you frightened her away.”

“Don't try any foolishness, girl, it won't work with me.”

Calabus jerked around, his face the color of plums.

“Squeen William! Get your sorry carcass in here before I bind you with hooks and wire, pour hot coals in your ears and pull out your eyes. Find that lizard thing and get it back here!”

“Yesssss, bes doin' thisss quickly, sssir …”

Lightning turned the room a blinding white, and Letitia saw a ghostly face and sharp little teeth disappear behind the door.

“What-what do you want with Julia, anyway? Why are you telling that thing to bring her here?”

“ 'Cause that's what I came for, pretty. I intend to take it apart, see what it's got inside.”

“Why, you'll do no such thing!” Letitia stared, her heart skipping half a dozen beats. Was this why Julia had so abruptly disappeared? Did she sense, somehow, what the old fool had in mind?