The Five Daughters of the Moon

by Leena Likitalo

  The shadows slip onto the wall together. Each performs the same story. They’re caught and caged. They’re taken to a house I don’t want to name for fear of somehow summoning his attention. Their cages are carried down a steep staircase, into a long, narrow room and . . . after that the animals cease to be as they were and only their shadows remain as their own.

  “How can I help you?” I whisper as loudly as I dare. I’ve asked this before. They never reply, just stare back at me. Maybe I’m the only one willing to hear of their fates. To remember rather than to ignore and forget.

  The swan stirs from its posture of defeat. It unfolds its wings from against its sides and raises its head high. The beak parts, and . . .

  “Alina?”

  I scramble back on my bed. The swan spoke to me. It knows my name.

  The owl and ape stare at me. They seem as confused as I feel.

  “Alina?” the voice asks again. It doesn’t belong to the swan but to Nurse Nookes.

  “Hide,” I whisper to the animals.

  The swan tilts its head. The owl looks as if it were about to hoot. The ape merely scratches its armpit.

  “I’m coming in,” Nurse Nookes calls through the door, even though she received no reply.

  “Hide!” I command the stubborn animals, even as I slip farther under my fluffy duvet and pat it smooth around me.

  But only as the door creaks open, the shadows scatter back into the corners. Relief eases the knot in my stomach. If you don’t know where to look, you won’t see them. I learned of their presence only after I got my name.

  “It’s me . . .” Nurse Nookes slips into my room, shading a duck-soul lantern. Her low heels tap softly against the carpet though she’s round like the plumpest of summer apples. I think she could move silently if she so wanted, but she makes sounds so as not to frighten me in case I’d stir to her entrance. “Nurse Nookes.”

  I quickly close my eyes before she notices I never went to sleep in the first place. What is she doing in my room when I’ve done nothing to warrant anyone’s attention? I haven’t cried or shouted in my sleep, I’m sure of it! And it can’t be morning yet. I’ve stayed awake through so many nights that I know the hours that lie between this moment and the relief that dawn brings in its wake.

  Maybe I did fall asleep. This might be a dream. It’s also well possible this is a nightmare. If it is, I hope that it won’t be one of those where the gagargi threatens to feed me to his Great Thinking Machine.

  “You must wake up.” Nurse Nookes shakes my shoulder, voice shaded by worry, of all things. But something is off. I’ve known her since I was born, and tonight her concern has nothing to do with me.

  Be this a dream or a nightmare, I can’t leave her facing it alone. She’s always been there for me, even if it’s been with her potions. I turn to my side, to face her, and rub my eyes as if she’d woken me up. “What is it?”

  Nurse Nookes peels the duvet off me. She doesn’t look at me when she speaks. “The Crescent Empress has summoned you and your sisters to the sacred observatory.”

  This is . . . This might still be a dream. It certainly doesn’t feel like reality. Nurse Nookes is never afraid of anything. Mama has never summoned me or my sisters to the sacred observatory in the middle of the night. Dreams, on the other hand, are full of people acting out of order, and other pure impossibilities. Running, but never reaching your destination. Packing, but never remembering everything. Those sort of things.

  I hide a small smile. When you realize you’re in a dream, sometimes it’s possible to control it. I crawl to sit on the bed and dangle my legs over the edge.

  Nurse Nookes squats down before me, as she always does. She looks me squarely in the eye, frowns like drapes drawn apart. “Do you need to use the pot-pot?”

  I shake my head, though rather to hide my secrets from her than in reply. In any case, I don’t feel like I’d need to pee anytime soon. Either not enough hours have passed since she tugged me into bed or this is indeed a dream.

  “Can you take off the nightgown while I fetch your clothes?”

  My insides squirm as the wrongness sharpens. A Daughter of the Moon never dresses or undresses by herself. Of course I shouldn’t keep Mama waiting. But this need for haste . . . Nurse Nookes wouldn’t ask this of me unless we’re in a great hurry.

  I tug the nightgown over my head while Nurse Nookes rummages in the clothes room.

  “Something warm. Something . . .” she mutters in the dark. Why she hasn’t switched on the lights, I can’t guess. “Can’t waste more time. This will have to do.”

  I jump down from the bed as she waddles to me. She clutches a thick winter dress against her very round bosom. It’s not the kind of dress I’d usually wear for an audience with Mama. But rather . . .

  “Are we going somewhere?” In my ears, the question rings like a squeal.

  “Perhaps” is all that Nurse Nookes replies.

  Nurse Nookes rushes through the buttons. Then she orders me to sit down, and quickly pulls fur-lined boots on my feet. She squats down before me again. I look past her, at the shadows hiding in the corners.

  “There, there.” She gently pinches my cheeks. Her voice is cheery, but I don’t think she feels that way. “I believe you are ready.”

  Before I can reply, a knock comes from the door. There is nothing cheery or timid about this one. Rather, it sounds . . . furious. I know it then for sure. This is a nightmare.

  “We’re coming!” Nurse Nookes shouts, but it seems to me she’d prefer to curse. She strides to the door and waves at me to follow.

  The shadows hover hesitantly in the corners. They want to come with me. I don’t know what to do.

  Nurse Nookes is about to open the door just as whatever horrendous creature waiting behind it knocks again, louder. At the moment that she’s not looking at me, I lift my hem and beckon to the shadows. “Quick, now.”

  “Yes, quick.” Nurse Nookes pulls the door open.

  The shadows dash to hide in my hem. They settle against the wool in an eyeblink, becoming mere darker patches. After all, shadows don’t have bodies.

  I rush out from my chambers and step into the nightmare.

  Six soldiers in midnight blue guard both ends of the hallway. I don’t recognize any of the men, whose faces are hard as if chiseled with an ax and whose gazes dart from door to door as if they were expecting trouble. They clutch at the straps of their rifles or the pommels of their viciously curving swords. Curiously, their gloves are red.

  As I rub my eyes, a bearded guard strides the length of the corridor. He’s the furious knocker, and there is no mercy in his knuckles as he pounds in turn on the doors of Merile, Sibilia, and Elise. He stops by Elise’s door, doesn’t continue to knock on Celestia’s. Why?

  One by one, my sisters emerge from their rooms, but not one of them bears the same expression.

  Elise waltzes to the hallway in a gleaming white ball gown that glitters with sequins and pearls. Her smile is the widest I’ve ever seen, and as she dances toward me she’s akin to a dove released from its cage.

  Sibilia pushes her head through the door crack. Her red-gold hair, though braided, sticks out in all directions, and her cheeks glow. “What under the Moon is happening here?”

  Elise pulls the door open and grabs Sibilia by the elbow. “It’s the time, at last. Come!”

  Sibilia stumbles after her, a silver hand mirror in her free hand. She’s still in her nightgown. Her feet are bare.

  None of this makes sense. If this isn’t a nightmare, then nothing is. I pinch my arm before Nurse Nookes can stop me. It doesn’t help, and Nurse Nookes doesn’t notice me trying again either. Two of the soldiers have formed a barrier behind Elise and Sibilia. There is no turning back, no returning to our rooms.

  Merile’s door swings open last. Her beautiful dogs burst out, unclothed still. My sister dashes after them in her gorgeous fur-trimmed cloak, a dog coat in each hand. “Rafa, Mufu, stop! My darling dears, you’ll catch a cold!�
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  “Rafa . . .” I kneel before I remember the shadows hiding in my hem. As I embrace Rafa, the shadows shy away from her. Mufu bounces to lick my face. “Oh, Mufu!”

  Then Merile is there, tugging the coats over their heads and fastening them under their bellies. Rafa and Mufu must have smelled the shadows at last, for they sniff at my hem and their thin tails wag wildly.

  “Let’s get going, then,” the bearded soldier grunts. I glare at him. Who does he think he is to order a Daughter of the Moon!

  I’m not the only one who is shocked. Sibilia’s face flushes with fury. She brandishes the mirror at the soldier. “In my nightgown?”

  But Elise flings an arm around Sibilia. She whispers something I can’t quite hear in her ear. All color drains from Sibilia’s face. She says, “But of course. We shouldn’t keep Mama waiting.”

  The guards lead us through the silent palace. Down the stairs to the second floor. Through corridors lit by duck-soul lanterns. Past curtained windows. I tremble, want to turn back, want to wake up. But Nurse Nookes ushers me onward.

  We make it halfway to the sacred observatory without a word said. If you don’t count Rafa’s and Mufu’s occasional barking and Nurse Nookes’s heavy breathing. This silence weighs my steps like a wet cloak with its hood pulled up. I want to toss it aside.

  “Sibs . . .” I tug at the sleeve of my sister’s nightgown. “Why do you have a mirror with you?”

  Elise giggles, the only one of us who’s merry. “Yes, do tell us why?”

  Color rises to Sibilia’s cheeks in tides of red. “I was practicing . . . No, what do you think? I woke up to this wretched knocking, and it was the first thing I found in the dark.”

  “Be quiet,” the guard striding behind us orders. His breath smells of raw onions.

  Sibilia glares daggers at him, irritated. “Why?”

  The guard runs his fingers down the strap of his rifle. “For your own safety.”

  Nurse Nookes hastens to my side to shield me from the guard, and seeing her afraid makes me even more so.

  We walk the rest of the way in utter, frozen silence. Even Rafa and Mufu refrain from yapping.

  The guards halt as we come to the white crescent stairs leading to the sacred observatory. Elise strides up the stairs without hesitation, dragging Sibilia with her. Merile limps after them with her dogs. But I hesitate to follow.

  “Nookes . . .” I tug at her arm, so strong and familiar amidst all the strangeness. This doesn’t feel like a dream anymore, not even like a nightmare. Everything feels too real. “Nurse Nookes, I’m afraid.”

  Elise draws to a halt, and so do my other sisters. They stare at me. Are they embarrassed of me, or just worried?

  “Don’t be,” Nurse Nookes replies. “I’ll come with you.”

  But the bearded guard that smells of raw onions places a heavy hand on her round shoulder. He, too, wears a glove as red as if it were dipped in blood. “Only the daughters may enter. That is the order we follow.”

  I burst into tears then. “I want to wake up! I want to wake up now!”

  “Oh dear . . .” Nurse Nookes glares at the bearded guard. The rest of the soldiers have formed a chain around us. The only way out is up the stairs. This can’t have escaped Nurse Nookes, but she doesn’t seem to care about that. She embraces me with both wobbly arms. “Little Alina, listen to me: sometimes in life you must be very brave. And tonight is one of those nights. You are a Daughter of the Moon. You are blessed by his wisdom and strength. As long as you remember that, nothing in this world can harm you.”

  But it sounds to me as if she’s the one swallowing tears. And suddenly I don’t want to be comforted by her, but to comfort her! Her heart knows only kindness. But, I fear, after tonight, it will be full of sorrow.

  “Nothing can harm me,” I whisper in Nurse Nookes’s ear. My skirts shift, I feel it. One of the shadow animals, the owl, is moving. It slips out from under my hem, against Nurse Nookes. I know, just know, that it will look after my . . . my friend. “Nothing can harm you.”

  A clack of boots against marble comes from the direction of the stairs. I let go of Nurse Nookes just in time to see a soldier I at last recognize by name. Captain Janlav halts on the second-to-last step and lashes a question at the guards. “What is the meaning of this delay?”

  The guards all stare at me. I’m an excuse for them. I . . . I will not be afraid. I wipe the tears from my eyes. I won’t cry more. No matter what.

  I hurry up the stairs, past the soldier to my sister, without as much as glancing over my shoulder. I can feel Nurse Nookes watching me, her gentle heart swelling with sadness and pride.

  White silk folds like snow banks against the windows that reach to the ceiling. I stumble on my own feet when I realize that every single curtain of the celestial observatory has been torn down. The Moon fills the vast crescent room with pure, silvery light. My father is blessing us with his presence. He’s watching and seeing, listening and hearing.

  “My daughters,” Mama greets us. She glitters and shines at the very center of the room, on the circular stage under the round glass dome. In her eyes live the ocean and skies, for she’s the empire. Celestia waits next to her, as white as our mother, but her right cheek is burning red.

  “Come here,” Mama summons me and my sisters.

  Somehow I know, just know this moment is immeasurably valuable, something to cherish rather than to rush over. My sisters realize this, too. We shuffle slowly and solemnly into an arc before her. The guards remain back even then, at the top of the staircase. That is the only shadowy place left, the only way in and out of the room that has windows for walls.

  “Mama.” Elise curtsies deep and remains with her sequined skirts spread wide, head bent down. Her red-gold hair glows under our father’s gaze. He loves us dearly.

  Mama glides to her and kisses her forehead. She loves us too. “My beautiful Elise.”

  Sibilia curtsies next, not as effortlessly as Elise, but the Moon winds around her nevertheless. She blushes when she receives her kiss and praise. Then it’s Merile’s turn.

  We rarely receive this much attention from Mama, but when she approaches me, I tremble. This isn’t a dream. There’s no waking up. The Moon’s light blooms around me. The shadows still hide in my hem. He will do what is in his power. I’ll do what’s in mine.

  “My little Alina,” Mama whispers as she seals her lips against my temple.

  I feel the warmth of her breath, the waver in her voice. And I also feel . . . the swan detaching from my hem. I hold my breath as it folds against Mama’s white dress. She doesn’t notice a thing, even though she’s the empress and thus she should see into the world beyond this one.

  I rise from the curtsy, feeling better now that I know the swan’s shadows will look after Mama. A thought comes to me, and it comforts me. Maybe it was the Moon who sent the animals to me, to us. If that is so, whom will the ape look after, or will it stay with me?

  “My daughters,” Mama addresses us again, having climbed up to the circular stage, to Celestia. I realize it then. There was no kiss for my oldest sister. Why? “I have grave news for you. The unrests that have plagued my empire have spread here, to the streets and plazas of the Summer City.”

  “Are we in danger?” Merile squeals, swooping Rafa up. She tries desperately to also pick up Mufu, but her arms are nowhere near long enough. Mufu, having sensed her mistress’s distress, dives to hide under the heavy hem of her cloak.

  “Of course we aren’t,” Elise replies, craning over her shoulder at the soldiers lingering at the top of the stairs. It’s almost as if she’s expecting Captain Janlav to acknowledge her words, for there is no way for him or any of the other guards to not have heard our conversation. And yet, he stares right past her, as if he’d never seen her in his life.

  “How can you be so sure?” Sibilia cries out. She brushes her nightgown’s hem. Then slaps Elise’s arm with the hand mirror. “To be lured from my bed in the middle of the night! To be u
shered through the palace in my nightgown! The shame alone will kill me for sure!”

  The faintest of smiles plays on Mama’s lips. Elise opens her mouth as if to protest, but clenches it shut at the last possible moment.

  “My daughters, I need you to listen to me very, very carefully. It is no longer safe in the Summer City. The guards here will take you via tunnels to the train station. There you will board an imperial train that will take you to a safe place. You shall wait until the unrests have been . . . dealt with. Do you understand this?”

  I cling to my braveness, though coldness spreads through my body. Soon my fingers and toes and arms and legs all shake. I fold my arms across my chest. I can’t stop the tears.

  “Oh, Alina!” Celestia covers her parted lips with her hand. Then she rushes down the stage to me, graceful akin to a swan diving. Her cheek, however she hurt it, glows red, and it must pain her to speak. And yet she says to me, “Here, please take my shawl.”

  She’s too kind. I’m only too afraid. I tremble horribly as she wraps her shawl around my shoulders. She hugs me before heading back. But when she turns around, I notice three things that are so very wrong.

  Two buttons midway up her back are unfastened.

  She returns to Mama rather than taking her customary place to the right of Elise.

  But most worryingly, her shadow is faint, much fainter than those of my other sisters, or even Mama’s.

  “Celestia.” Mama addresses my sister only when she’s again next to her. There’s a tightness in her voice. Tiredness too. Maybe even a trace of disappointment. But that must be just my imagination, for Celestia has always been Mama’s favorite.

  Celestia bends her head down as if she’d done something bad. “Yes, Mama.”

  “I entrust your sisters into your care,” Mama says. There’s no blame in her voice. How could there be? What could Celestia ever do to deserve such? But what Mama says next resembles a plea terribly, terribly much. “Guard them from any possible harm, regardless of the cost.”