Incarnations of Immortality

by Anthony, Piers

  Then Nat stood on the carpet and sang again. This time it was a variant of the travel theme. The outlines of all of them and the carpet fuzzed and then were gone.

  The Indians stared. "I think he's taking them somewhere," Orb said.

  Mym appeared. "I apologize for my suspicion," he said. "That man acted for good." He shook his head. "I thought you were being generous when you said he could sing as well as you could, but though his voice is different, it is hardly inferior. He is surely a proper match for you."

  Natasha reappeared, coalescing at the spot he had left. He was now alone. "I deposited them in Siberia, the Russian steppe," he said with satisfaction. "They will have a very difficult time getting free of that! Over there, they don't coddle criminals-" He broke off, spotting Mym.

  "This is Mars," Orb said quickly.

  "The Incarnation of War?" Nat asked, seeming not entirely pleased. "Aren't you a trifle late?"

  "He-I knew him before," Orb said.

  "You were involved in war?"

  "We were lovers," Mym said.

  Nat's mouth hardened. "I never inquired into her past history," he said. "It wasn't my business."

  Orb saw any possible reconciliation going up in smoke. "Nat, please, let me explain! It was years ago, before I knew you, and it's over! He-he has a princess consort and a mistress now."

  Nat's grimness did not abate. "You, an Incarnation, dazzled an innocent mortal woman, then threw her over for a princess?"

  "He wasn't an Incarnation then," Orb said desperately. "He didn't throw me over! He was a prince in hiding, and he stuttered, and I had his baby-"

  Nat turned to her. "That seems more than a passing flirtation."

  Mym nodded. "It was love. I would have died for her. But my father would have had her killed; I had to leave, though I wronged her grievously. Now, as she said, it is over."

  "It doesn't look over," Nat said.

  "Nat, please!" Orb repeated.

  Mym's giant red sword reappeared in his hand. "Do you call me liar, sir?" The Sword brightened ominously, and a trace of blood appeared at his lip.

  "No, Mym, no!" Orb cried, knowing what the blood portended. He was a berserker!

  Nat considered for an awful moment. "I would not call an Incarnation a liar," he said at last.

  Mym relaxed. "Allow me to clarify. I will never stop loving Orb; she is the finest mortal woman I have known. But what was an affair has become a deep friendship, and I have no romantic designs on her, nor she on me. We each have developed other interests. I want only what is best for her."

  "I appreciate the clarification," Nat said.

  "Can't you see she loves you?" Mym flared.

  "No!" Orb cried, appalled.

  "No?" Nat asked, turning again to her.

  A gulf of sorts opened around her. "Please" she whispered. "I shouldn't have spoken," Mym said. "I shall depart."

  He disappeared.

  "I thought you thought I was a demon," Nat said.

  "I wronged you," Orb said. "I was looking for you, and got lost, and found Mym, and-oh, please, don't go again!"

  "I suppose a person has to be more careful about love than about mere acquaintance, especially when a prior relationship has been destroyed."

  Orb stood there, feeling naked, feeling the tears on her face. "Nat, you once asked to court me. ..."

  Abruptly he smiled. "And shall again!" he said. "I shall sing you the Song of Evening." Without further preamble he broke into song. It was a theme like the Song of the Morning, and like the Song of Day, but warmer than either and more tender. The melody of it spread out, bringing a kind of twilight that intensified the scene. The Indian women stood rapt, becoming beautiful, the beads in their hair glowing. The trees of the nearby grove were preternaturally green and clear. The sand was golden. The hues of early sunset spread across the sky.

  Orb had never experienced a song like this. It lifted her up, warmed her, suffused her with its tender emotion, and made her an utterly feeling creature. Her gaze fixed on Nat as he sang, and he seemed to glow like the sun, so handsome that the pleasure of his visage coursed through and through her. He had called it the Song of Evening, but she recognized its other identification: the Song of Love.

  She moved toward him as if floating on a cloud, her arms spread. The doubt in her faded, banished by the delightful fire that was spreading from her heart to her bosom and to her whole being. As the song finished, the seeming night closed in, and she came into his arms.

  She did love him.

  Chapter 13 - GREEN MOTHER.

  "You found him," Jezebel said as Orb coalesced into the kitchen.

  "How did you know?" Orb asked, facetiously, looking at the middle-aged woman.

  "The whole fish brightened by two magnitudes when you arrived," the succubus said.

  "I'm in love."

  "What else is new? Can you eat?"

  "Of course not!"

  "Try, anyway." And the woman set about the poaching of two eggs in the air, not bothering with stove or pot. Orb found that she could, after all, eat.

  The others came in. "When's the wedding?" Lou-Mae inquired.

  Orb choked on her egg.

  Betsy laughed. "Not this afternoon, then."

  "Am I wearing a sign?" Orb demanded. "I just discovered my own feelings, and here all of you-"

  "We're teasing," Lou-Mae explained. "You were the only one of the party hunting, and we're so glad it's over."

  "Tell us everything," Betsy said eagerly.

  Orb raised her hands in surrender. She told them everything. "And now I must tell my mother," she said as she concluded.

  A spider appeared, growing as it slid down its thread, transforming into Niobe. "She already knows," she said.

  "Oops! I forgot your office! You were watching my thread!"

  "Only passingly, dear; it is only one of millions." Niobe smiled. "But a special one."

  "Nat's not a demon," Orb said.

  Niobe paused, as if something odd had happened. Then she regrouped. "I really came on other business. You see, your thread is now taking a significant direction, and I think it is time for you to be aware of this."

  "Is this something that is not our business?" Lou-Mae asked. "We can leave."

  "No, my dear," Niobe said. "It may be your business." She shimmered, and her grandmotherly form appeared: a large black woman. "You bet, honey," this figure agreed. Then she changed into a young and very pretty oriental girl. "Yes, true," she said. "We know of youth and love, too."

  Lou-Mae took this in stride, having encountered Fate before, as did the three males, but Betsy's eyes grew round.

  Orb touched her hand. "My mother is an Aspect of Fate," she explained. "There are three Aspects: Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos. They spin the threads of life, measure them, and cut them; they also partake of the different ages of life. It seems that this is a business visit."

  Niobe reappeared. "You see, Orb, you are destined to assume the office of the most powerful of the Earthly Incarnations-Nature. You may have noticed your powers increasing."

  Now it was Orb's turn to be astonished. "An Incarnation-me?"

  "Some come to their office almost randomly, as with Death, who kills his predecessor, or Time, who simply takes the Hourglass. But some are destined for their office because of what they are. Gaea is ready to retire, and you are the one with the capacity to take her place. Your magic operates through music; as you approach the office, your power increases. Already you are able to do much of what the Green Mother does; and soon you will do more."

  "But it's the Llano!" Orb protested. "The song is the mechanism; without it I have no special abilities."

  "True only to a degree," Niobe said. "The Llano is one of the world's most versatile and potent tools, but only a few possess the ability to use it. You have shown that ability. You can use it, but you can also go beyond it, as you perfect your skill, and apply the principles of natural magic more directly. The song is merely a useful guideline during your le
arning stage. You are the candidate."

  "But I never sought-never imagined-"

  "Neither did I, dear. But now it has become plain. You are very near the point of decision; if you choose not to assume die office, you will have to guide your course accordingly."

  "But I'm in love with a mortal man!"

  Niobe nodded. "Nor do I for a moment disparage that. I was an Incarnation and I came to love a mortal man; I left my office in order to marry him, and you were the result. I .have never regretted that decision. But I made it when I was well informed. Now it is necessary for you to be similarly informed, as you make your decision."

  "You mean I can't-can't marry and be an Incarnation?"

  "Oh, it is possible for an Incarnation to marry," Niobe said. "But there are considerations. An Incarnation is frozen at her present level; she never ages, never dies-and can't have children."

  "No children," Orb repeated numbly.

  "While her mortal spouse does age and die and could sire offspring-with a mortal woman. That is why I stepped down, dear. I could have married your father and kept my office, but I could never have given him the attention he deserved, and you would not have come into being. Of course I had already borne a child; still-"

  And Orb had borne a child. But to be denied the ability to bear another, one she could keep and raise as part of a family-that horrified her. "Are you saying that I must turn down the office?"

  "By no means, dear. I am merely trying to impress on you the gravity of your decision. You can marry, you can become Nature, you can do both, or do neither-but the distinctions between the four situations are significant. I believe you should discuss these matters with your friends and take all the time you need to come to your best understanding of the alternatives."

  "We don't know anything about this!" Lou-Mae protested. "We would not presume to-"

  The grandmotherly Aspect, Atropos, reappeared. "You going to marry your man while he's on H, child?"

  "No!" Lou-Mae said, her lip trembling. "But-"

  Atropos pointed at Orb. "As Nature, she can take him off H, permanently. That's why this is your business."

  Lou-Mae looked at the drummer. "Oh, Danny-Boy!" she exclaimed. "If she could do that-"

  The pretty oriental girl, Clotho, appeared. "And you," she said, looking at Jezebel. "As Nature, she could abate your curse permanently and give you control over your form by day and night." The succubus reeled as if struck. "I would sell my soul, if I had one, for that!"

  Niobe, the Lachesis Aspect, returned. "And you, dear," she said to Betsy, "could have ideal weather at your farm, permanently, if she chose it-as well as a man free of addiction."

  "But I have not been able to do these things!" Orb said.

  "Anything I do is only temporary."

  "The fact that you can do them even on a temporary basis is indicative," Niobe said. "As Nature, your powers would be enormously increased. You could restore sight to the blind, mortality to those cursed with immortality, and youth to an old tree. Anything within the scope of your office and that is a great deal indeed. It is no minor position you contemplate."

  Orb sat back, her thoughts whirling. Such power!

  "Consider well, my child," Niobe said. Then she became the spider, and the spider climbed up the thread and disappeared.

  "I guess it is our business!" Lou-Mae said. "All those dreams, for all of us! We thought the Llano, but it's you who can do it."

  "I've got to think!" Orb exclaimed, tormented. "It's so easy to misuse power, and I know so little about it! I never realized when I sought the Llano-!" She sang the travel theme, and in a moment was on the far, deserted island where she had encountered the traveling sponge.

  But in another moment Natasha was there. She flung herself into his embrace. "Oh, Nat, suddenly it's so complicated!" she exclaimed. "I thought the world was mine, when I loved you, but now-"

  "I sensed your disquiet," he said. "That's why I came."

  "I am to be an Incarnation, like my mother-if I choose. But then I could not have a family and would not age."

  "Would not age?" he asked, hardly displeased. "You would always be as you are now?"

  Orb had to flush. He was of course a man, much concerned with a woman's form. "But I could not have another baby," she reminded him.

  He frowned. "Could you perhaps have the baby, then assume the office?"

  "No!" Orb cried in sudden anguish, remembering how she had to give away Orlene. "I want a real family! I want to devote myself to my baby, to raise it to maturity, as my mother raised me!"

  "Of course," he said, chastened.

  "But oh, there is so much good I might do, if I assume the office!"

  "I will love you as a mortal or as an Incarnation," Nat said. "I can not make this choice for you. But I wonder-"

  "Yes? You have a notion?"

  "It seems to me that you already can do a great deal. Perhaps you can accomplish much of the good you wish, without giving up your mortality."

  Orb thought about that. "I suppose I could try. But you know, the Llano gives you similar powers. I wonder-"

  "I am not destined for the office of Nature!" he exclaimed, laughing. "I have quested for the Llano since childhood and rehearsed every fragment of it I have found, over and over. I have done all I can with it; progress is always slower than before. I am at my limit. But you-you hear a theme once, and it works for you as well as it ever has for me! Your potential is much greater than mine. I would be jealous, if you weren't so beautiful." Then he sobered. "Or are you saying that you have outgrown me already? I would not try to hold you, if-"

  "Oh, no, Nat, no!" she cried, kissing him.

  "Then you might try the things you wish to, and that will give you a clearer notion of your choices. I will abide your decision, whatever it may be."

  "You are most kind, Nat," she said. "I will try."

  She returned to Jonah. "My powers have been increasing," she announced. "Now I know what they are leading toward. I was not able to do some things before, but maybe now I can. Are you willing to experiment?"

  The drummer stepped forward. "You know what I want," he said. "If you want to try, I sure do."

  Lou-Mae glanced sidelong at him. "You are talking about H?" she inquired archly, and the others laughed.

  Jonah swam to ground, and they debarked. The experiment had to be conducted outside of Jonah, to ensure that it was not the big fish's magic operating.

  Orb tried the Song of Evening, that she had just learned. The sound of it had confirmed her burgeoning love for Natasha; could it abate the dread addiction, for the sake of love? She willed the craving for H to be banished from her subject, the drummer.

  The twilight came, and the beauty of the nocturnal vision. Clouds became orange. She remembered Nat's comment about the facility with which she picked up the new themes. She had not considered this before, but it was true that she had always learned music at a rate others could not match. Certainly the parts of the Llano worked for her as they had for him, and she had not rehearsed them.

  The drummer screamed.

  Startled, Orb cut short her song.

  "No, go on!" he gasped. "It's working!"

  She resumed the song. Now she saw that the drummer was gyrating in an unnatural way, as if opposing forces were drawing at him. He screamed again, but this time she did not pause. It seemed that a temporary nullification of the craving was painless, but that a complete cure was another matter.

  From him something came. It looked like a ghostly snake, its head rocking back and forth as if seeking something to strike at. But the melody hauled it forth, drawing it on out of the body. It was the H addiction, struggling all the way, inflicting the punishment of its withdrawal. It glared balefully around, remaining hooked in by its tail, like a moray eel.

  Then the theme became too much for it, and it let go and puffed into smoke. The drummer fell to the ground.

  Lou-Mae ran to him, cradling his head in her arms, as Orb's song ended. "Is it-?" />
  "It's gone!" he panted. "It was hell letting go, but it's gone!"

  "We can't be sure of that," Orb warned him. "Only time will tell-time away from Jonah."

  "I tell you, I know" he said. "H has let go!"

  "I hope so," Lou-Mae said. "Why don't you and I stay out here, and if you can go the day and night without H. . ."

  He brightened. "Yen! No more unicorns!"

  "Shut your mouth!" But she was smiling.

  Orb and the others retreated to the big fish. "If it really is so-" she began.

  "You can do me next!" the guitarist and the organist said together. "And me," Jezebel said.

  "Meanwhile, I believe I'll rest," Orb said. She went to her room and lay down. But she found she could not truly relax; she was too excited.

  "Nat, where are you?" she whispered.

  He coalesced beside her bed. "Did you speak my name?"

  She sat up and wrapped her arms around his waist. "How did you hear me?"

  "Once I knew that I loved you, I invoked that aspect of the Llano that attunes to your speaking my name. It is akin to Jonah's relaying of talking to the object of the discussion. Thus I heard you immediately."

  "You know about Jonah? How is that?"

  "He is one of the special creatures of this world. I discovered his nature on one of the bypaths of my search for the Llano. But he would not help me on my quest; he knew that I was not destined to complete it."

  "But he's helping me!" Orb said.

  "Because you have the potential I lack."

  "Or because I danced the tanana for him."

  Nat pursed his lips. "Yes, I had forgotten you know that dance! Some time you must dance it with me! But beware; it-"

  "Drives men mad with desire," she concluded, laughing. "I will save it for some suitable occasion." One of the things she liked about Nat was his conduct; he never tried to take advantage of her, either by the straying of his hands or by suggestion. She knew he desired her, but he was too disciplined to allow it to show aggressively. He reminded her of Mym in that respect; that seemed to make Mym's endorsement more significant.

  "I should not remain here," he said, confirming her assessment. "I thought I was tired, but I can't rest," she said. "Is there somewhere we can go?"