Дэйв Дункан - Magic Casement

Then suddenly it had a maleness of strength and power, and a terrifying anger that made her very glad she was not Mother Unonini. Inos could feel the chaplain trembling at her side as that divine wrath washed over her.

Her eyes ached so much that she closed them quickly and bent her head again. It had been like trying to see the rocks in a tidal pool when the sun was shining on the ripples, but these ripples were waves of beauty and strength and maleness and femininity and love and splendor—and now anger. Yet in that glimpse of unbearable blazing glory, she had the strange feeling that she had seen familiarity. Her mother, perhaps? Could that have been her mother’s face in their coldly burning radiance? She did not feel quite so fearful, then. Probably the God was well meaning and just could not help looking so awesome.

“Unonini,” the voice rumbled, and somehow it was now male, also, although the pitch did not seem to have changed, “what is wrong with the cloth on this table?”

The chaplain whimpered. “Nothing, God.”

“So where is the Good and where is the Evil in frightening the girl into making an offering of something she does not own and does not want to offer?”

The chaplain wailed louder. “God, I was wrong! It was more an Evil than a Good.”

“You are sure? Gods can mislead, also, remember!”

“I am sure, God. I was being spiteful.”

“Very well,” They said, more gently. “Repent!”

The waves of anger faded, to be replaced by something which so wrenched Inos’s heart that she wanted to weep and laugh at the same time. After a moment’s silence, the cowering Unonini began to make very curious noises that Inos eventually decided were sobs.

Then the God spoke again, and this time the voice had returned to being softer, feminine. “Inosolan?”

Now it was her turn and she had been on the side of the Evil. “Yes, God?” she whispered.

“You will have to try a little harder, won’t you?”

Inos heard teeth chattering and realized they were hers. “I shall return the silk, God.”

“No need for that.”

She looked up in astonishment and had to close her eyes at once against the sudden agony, “You mean Father will buy it for me?”

The God laughed. It was simultaneously a quiet chuckle and an awe-inspiring explosion of vast, immortal enjoyment. It should have been deafening and it should have echoed around and around the tiny chapel, but it did neither. “That and many others; We do not say that you deserve this. We are only making a prophecy. There are hard times ahead for you, Inosolan, but you may find a happy ending if you choose the Good.”

She said, “What must I do, God?” and was astounded to realize that she was questioning them.

“Seek to find the Good,” They said, “and above all, remember love! If you do not trust in love, then all will be lost.”

And they had gone. Without waiting for a reply or thanks, without demanding praise or prayers, neither worship nor ritual, the God had vanished.

Mother Unonini had uttered a great wail and prostrated herself completely.

Inos considered that procedure for a moment and then decided that it was not called for. Nor did the chaplain seem to want to continue their earlier conversation. Come to think of it, old fishy-breath Unonini had been most divinely snubbed and put down. The God had made their appearance to save Inos from Mother Unonini’s spite.

Feeling very calm and pleased now, Inos rose and walked out of the chapel, blinking at bright sunshine that was nothing compared to the brightness of a God. She had seen a God! Most people lived all their lives without such an honor. What a pity she had been wearing her dowdy brown worsted, she thought, and then scolded herself for such improper vanity.

Nevertheless, she decided to go back to her room and change. Once she was looking a little more regal and princessy she would see what she could do to patch things up with Aunt Kade and the man who was obviously not a sorcerer. And she must show Father the silk that he was going to buy for her. That and many others, the God had said? Most curious!

She had seen a God! It would be a topic of general interest at dinner.

She headed toward her chamber, walking with her head very high, feeling elevated. Yes, elevated! It was as if she weighed nothing at all and had to reach her toes down to touch the ground as she walked. If she passed anyone on the way, she did not notice. She came to the stairs and began to float up them…

But by the time she struggled to the top, her mood had changed totally and she seemed to weigh as much as the whole castle. She dragged her reluctant carcass up the last few steps and could hardly find the strength to open the door. She staggered in and the first thing she saw was herself, in the mirror, her hair still all smeared with cobwebs and her face as white as a seagull, with a seagull’s round, bright eyes.

And behind her reflection, her father was sitting on her bed, waiting for her. She saw an expression of impatience change instantly to alarm. He jumped up and held out his arms and then he was hugging her tight and holding her head as she buried her face in his soft velvet collar and began to sob.

Still holding her tight, he sat her down beside him on the bed and held her for a long time as she sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.

And sobbed.

At last she was able to find one of her mother’s linen handkerchiefs and wipe her aching eyes and blow her nose and even, somehow, manage a small smile. Her father regarded her with a worried frown. He was wearing a deep-blue robe and he looked very regal with his short brown beard—very comforting and reassuring. A little tired, perhaps. His velvet collar was stained with tears and cobwebs, and she dabbed at it with her handkerchief, feeling stupid now, and childish.

“Well!” he said. “You haven’t had a good cry like that in a long time, young lady. What provoked all that?”

Where to begin? “I thought he was a sorcerer!”

“Sagorn?” Her father smiled. “No! He’s a very learned man, but he’s not a sorcerer. I don’t think it would be possible to eavesdrop on a sorcerer, my princess.” Then the smile faded. “He’s also a very private man, Inos. He does not like to be spied on. How much did you hear?”

“You said you would not marry me off to Kalkor. Or Angilki.” She paused and thought carefully. “I didn’t understand the rest, Father. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” He laughed ruefully. “You realize that you almost burned down the castle?”

“No! How could I… Oh, no! The urn?”

“The urn,” he agreed. “That disgusting, smelly, hideous old thing that your aunt is so absurdly attached to. The oil went everywhere. Luckily young Kel was quick-witted enough to throw a rug over the flames… Well, don’t do it again! And that’s all? All that weeping because you thought you’d met a sorcerer?”

She wiped her eyes again and fought down an insane desire to laugh. “No. Then I met a God.”

“What? You’re serious?”

She nodded, and told him. He believed her, listening solemnly. Then he stared at the floor and tugged his beard for a while, looking worried.

“Well, I’m not surprised you were upset,” he said at last. “Meeting Gods must be a very scary experience. I fear it means trouble. We must discuss it with Sagorn. But I’m not sorry to hear about Mother Unonini, I must say.” He glanced sideways at her, his eyes twinkling. “I can’t stand the woman, either! But don’t tell anyone I said that!”

“You can’t?” She was astonished at both his words and his conspiratorial grin—not regal at all!