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But it was true of everything, he thought. His sadness was for all of it: for Village, no longer the happy place it had been; for Kira, no longer the sturdy, eager young woman he had always known. And Leader? He wondered what was happening to Leader now.
Suddenly Kira seemed to come awake. She whispered, "Hes coming. Hes close. " Her voice was right beside him, very near to Mattys ear as he lay curled next to her. But it sounded, at the same time, far away, as if she were moving someplace distant.
***
The vine around his ankle tugged at him, bit into his flesh, anchored itself there, and sent a new shoot upward. Another snaked itself out of the bushes and curled around his foot. Leader didnt notice. He stood immobile, alert. His eyes were open but he was no longer seeing the vermin-ridden trees around him, their blighted leaves, or the foul dark mud under his feet. He was looking beyond, and he was seeing something beautiful.
"Kira," he said, though it was his mind that spoke, for his human voice was inaudible now and his mouth was painfully swollen with open sores.
"We need you," she replied, and it was her mind speaking, too. Matty, beside her, heard nothing but the soft flutter of her fingers moving on the fabric.
***
In the place called Beyond, Leaders consciousness met Kiras, and they curled around each other like wisps of smoke, in greeting.
"We are wounded," she told him, "and lost. "
"I am hurt, too, and captured here," he replied.
With the exchange, they drifted dangerously apart. Where he stood, Leader could feel the vine now. His knee buckled as the sharp-toothed stem bit. He tried to reach for it but his hands were entangled, too.
With great effort, his consciousness touched hers again. "Ask the boy for help," he told her.
"Do you mean Matty?"
"Yes, though it is not his true name. Tell him we need his gift now. Our world does. "
Matty felt Kira stir beside him. She opened her eyes. He watched as her tongue moved to moisten her blistered lips. When she spoke, her voice was so weak that he could not make out the words.
With difficulty he leaned painfully toward her, so that his ear was near her mouth.
"We need your gift," she whispered.
Matty fell back in despair. He had followed Leaders instructions. He had not spent the gift. He had not made Ramon well, had not fixed Kiras crooked leg, or even tried to save his little dog. But it was too late now. His body was so damaged he could barely move. He could no longer bend his ravaged arms. How could he place his hands on anything? And what, in any case, did she want him to touch? So much was ruined.
In agony and hopelessness, he turned away from her and rolled off the blanket and into the thick foul-smelling mud. With his arms outstretched, his hands touching the earth, he lay there waiting to die.
He felt his fingers begin to vibrate.
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It began with the tiniest sensation. It was different from the larger feelings that still racked his body: the searing agony in his arms and hands, the almost unendurable ulceration of his parched mouth, the feverish pounding of his head.
This was a whispered hint of power. He felt it in the tips of his fingers, in the whorls and crevices of his outer skin. It moved across his hands as they lay motionless in the mud.
Though he shivered from illness and anguish, he could sense his blood beginning to warm and flow. He lay still. Inside him the thick dark liquid slid sinuously through his veins. It entered his heart and throbbed there, moving with purpose through the labyrinth of muscle, collecting energy that came faintly to it from his collapsing lungs. He could feel it surge into his arteries. Within the blood itself he could perceive its separate cells, and see their colors in his consciousness, and the prisms of their molecules, and all of it was awake now, gathering power.
He could feel his own nerves, each one, millions of them, taut with energy waiting to be released. The fibers of his muscles tightened.
Gasping, Matty called for his gift to come. There was no sense of how to direct it. He simply clawed at the earth, feeling the power in his hands enter, pulsating, into the ruined world. He became aware, suddenly, that he had been chosen for this.
Near him, Kira began to breathe more easily. What had been close to coma turned now to sleep.
Not far away, Leader tentatively lifted one foot and found it free of the entangling vine. He opened his eyes.
Back in Village, a breeze came up. It came through the windows of the homeplace where Ramon lived with his family. Ramon sat up suddenly in the bed, where he had lain ill for days, and felt the fever begin to seep from him.
The blind man sensed the breeze entering the open windows and lifting an edge of the tapestry on the wall. He felt the fabric, and found the stitches as even and smooth as they had been in the past.
Matty groaned and pressed his hands harder into the ground. All of his strength and blood and breath were entering the earth now. His brain and spirit became part of the earth. He rose. He floated above, weightless, watching his human self labor and writhe. He gave himself to it willingly, traded himself for all that he loved and valued, and felt free.
***
Leader walked forward. He wiped his face with his hands and felt the lesions fade, as if they had been cleansed away. He could see the path clearly now, for the bushes had drawn back, their leaves bright with new green growth and dappled with buds. A yellow butterfly lit on a bush, paused, and darted off. Rounded stones bordered the path, and sunlight filtered down through the canopy of trees. The air was fresh, and he could hear a stream flowing nearby.
***
Matty could see and hear everything. He saw Jean, beside her garden, call out in happy greeting to her father; and he saw Mentor, stooped once more, and balding, wave to her from the path where he was walking toward the schoolhouse with a book in his hand. His face was stained again with the birthmark, and poetry had returned to him. Matty heard him recite:
Today, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
He saw the wall builders walk away from their work.
He heard the new ones singing in their own languages—a hundred different tongues, but they understood one another. He saw the scarred woman standing proudly in their midst beside her son, and the people of Village gathered to listen.
He saw Forest and understood what Seer had meant. It was an illusion. It was a tangled knot of fears and deceits and dark struggles for power that had disguised itself and almost destroyed everything. Now it was unfolding, like a flower coming into bloom, radiant with possibility.
Drifting there, he looked down and saw his own self becoming motionless. He felt his breathing slow. He sighed, let go, and felt a sense of peace.
He watched Kira wake, and he saw Leader find her there.
***
Kira took a cloth to the stream and brought it back, moistened, to wash Mattys still face. Leader had turned him over. She sobbed at the sight of him but was glad that his terrible wounds were gone. She bathed his arms and hands. The skin was firm and unblemished, without scars.
"I knew him when he was a little boy," she said, weeping. "He always had a dirty face and a mischievous spirit. "
She smoothed his hair. "He called himself the Fiercest of the Fierce. "
Leader smiled. "He was that. But it was not his true name. "
Kira wiped her eyes. "He so hoped to receive his true name at the end of this journey. "
"He would have. "
"He wanted to be Messenger," Kira confided.
Leader shook his head. "No. There have been other messengers, and there will be more to come. " He leaned down and placed his hand solemnly on Mattys forehead above the closed eyes. "Your true name is Healer," he said.
A sudden rustling in the bushes startled them both. "Whats that?" Kira asked in alarm. At her voice, the puppy, his fur matted with twigs, emerged from the place where he had been hiding.
"Its Frolic!" Kira took him into her arms and he licked her hand.
Beside her, tenderly, Leader picked up what remained of the boy and prepared to carry him home. In the distance, the sound of keening began.