by Clive Barker
How did people, ordinary people like those on Followell Street—even her own mother, even her father—deal with the loneliness? Did her dad drink himself senseless every night because it made the emptiness she was feeling right now hurt a little less? For them, was it the constant chattering of the television that helped them through the bad times? Or hurtful little power games like those Miss Schwartz played that helped them forget the hush in their heads?
Candy suddenly recalled the big billboard outside the Presbyterian Church on Munrow Street in Chickentown that had carried the same message for as long as Candy could remember:
THE LORD IS WITH YOU ALWAYS. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
Well he’s not with me now, Candy thought. Nobody’s with me. And I just have to live with things being like this from now on, because nobody’s going to step in to help change it. All I can do is—
A shriek interrupted her thoughts. Laguna Munn was shouting one word, its force fueled by horror and rage.
“NO!”
She stopped only when she ran out of breath. She inhaled and began again.
“NO!”
Finally, she let the word fall off into silence. Several seconds passed and then Candy heard her say, “My son. What have you done to my son?”
Candy didn’t wait for any more clues as to what had taken place. She got up headed for the door, realizing as she did so that while she’d been contemplating her loneliness, the sentient chamber had obeyed Laguna Munn’s instructions and begun the process of healing her. She was no longer shaking as she had been just a few minutes earlier. And her weakened legs had recovered some of their strength. Even her thoughts, which had been left muddied by Boa’s attacks, were clearer now.
Exiting the chamber, she didn’t need any further cries from the incantrix in order to discover her whereabouts. The powers she feared she’d lost to Boa’s devouring were unharmed. Once the chamber had washed from her thoughts the grime of Boa’s appetite, she remembered without effort how to locate Mrs. Munn in the darkness. All she had to do was follow the vibration that moved ahead of her, trusting it to choose a safe path up the slope.
The temperature quickly warmed up as she ascended; the air carried with it a smell like rotted meat that had been burned on a barbecue.
Bad magic, she thought.
Then she heard Mrs. Munn again, speaking softly somewhere ahead of her.
“What’s she done to you, child? Now you hush your weepin’. I’m right here. Where does it hurt?”
“Everywhere, Mama.”
Candy saw a light now, no brighter than two candle flames, hovering in the air a few feet above the ground. The scene illuminated was a grim one.
Mrs. Munn was kneeling on the ground, tending to her favorite son, Jollo B’gog. He was in a terrible state. All the dark beauty he’d possessed when Candy and Malingo had first met him had gone. He was emaciated now, his bones jutting through his withered skin. His teeth were chattering, his eyes rolled up behind his lids.
“Listen to me, Jollo dear,” Mrs. Munn was telling him. “You’re not going to die. You hear me? I’m here.”
She stopped talking, and looked up in rage, her gaze instantly locating Candy. There was a flicker of lightning in her eyes.
“It’s only me,” Candy said. “Don’t—”
The lightning receded, and Laguna Munn looked back down at her son. “I want you to stay here with him. Keep him from any further harm while I find her.”
“Boa . . .” Candy growled.
Laguna Munn nodded. “She took from the child what I stopped her taking from you.” She tenderly stroked her son’s cheek. “You just stay here, sweet one,” she said to him. “Mama will be back in just a few moments.”
“Where are you going?”
“To find her. And take back what she took from him.”
She got to her feet, rising with surprising ease for so large boned a woman, looking down at Jollo all the while. It was only with the greatest difficulty that she finally separated her gaze from him.
“I’m so sorry,” Candy said. “If I’d known what she was capable of doing—”
“Don’t,” Mrs. Munn said, waving Candy’s apology away. “We have more urgent business than talk. Will you please stay with him, maybe talk to him a little so his spirit stays near?”
“Of course.”
“She’s not a real Princess, you know,” Mrs. Munn said with an odd deliberation in her voice, like an amateur actor reciting lines. “She may have a crown and a title but they mean nothing. True royalty is a state of the soul. It belongs to those who have the gift of empathy, of compassion, of vision. That’s how people are led to do great things, even in cold, brutal times. But this . . . Boa . . .” Her lips curled when she spoke the two syllables: Bow-ah. “. . . attempted to first take your life, and then my Jollo’s, just to put some flesh on her spirit. That’s not the act of a Princess. To attack someone who had been her sanctuary? And then a child? Where is the nobility in that? I’ll tell you. There is none. Because your Princess Boa is a fake! She has no more royal blood in her than I do.”
There was a furious shriek from overhead—
“Liar! Liar!”
—and the branches shook so violently that a green rain of torn leaves fluttered down.
“There you are,” Candy heard Laguna Munn mutter under her breath. “I knew you were up there somewhere, you vicious little—”
A branch overhead creaked loudly, drawing Candy’s gaze up through the knotted branches to the place where Boa was squatting, her form delineated by narrow rays of violet light that passed up through her body from her soles to her scalp and from her head to her heels, throwing off a loop of incandescence when they crossed at her waist. She rocked back and forth on the branch, and then suddenly spat on Laguna Munn’s now upturned face.
“What are you staring at, you fat, old buzzard?” Boa said.
Mrs. Munn pulled a large handkerchief out of the sleeve of her dress. “Nothing of any worth,” she replied as she wiped her face. “Just you!”
And with that she sprang up from the ground into the canopy where Boa was squatting, leaving her handkerchief to drop to the ground.
“Take care of Jollo!” she yelled to Candy as she disappeared into the shadowed canopy. Then the nearby trees shook as Boa attempted her escape into it, and the chase overhead moved off up the slope, leaving Candy alone with the sick child.
Chapter 15
Face-to-Face
MAMA?” JOLLO SAID WHEN Candy sat down beside him. She didn’t need to correct his error. “Wait, you’re not Mama.”
“Your mom won’t be long,” Candy told him. “I’m just here to look after you until she comes back.”
“Candy.”
“Yes.”
“She came out of you, didn’t she? The girl who killed me.”
“You’re not dead, Jollo. And your mom’s not going to let you die.”
“There’s some things even Mama can’t control,” Jollo said. His voice was getting weaker, word by word.
“Listen to me,” Candy said. “I know what the Princess did to you was horrible. She tried to do the same thing to me. But hold on. Please.”
“What for?”
“What for?”
“Don’t worry. You don’t have to answer that.” He raised his head off the ground and squinted at Candy. “Tell me about the Constrictor.”
“The what?”
“Boa,” he said, his face suddenly becoming a playground of mischief. “Get it? Ha! I just made that up.”
At the moment death was forgotten, anything was possible. Candy grinned. There was such sweetness in him she saw, hidden behind his melancholy.
“She was there inside you all the time?”
“Yes, she was there.”
“But you didn’t know what a monster she was, did you?”
Candy shook her head. “I had no idea,” she said. “She was part of me.”
“And now? How does it feel?”
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�Empty.”
“You feel alone?”
“Yes . . .”
“Still, it’s better that she’s gone.”
Candy took a moment to consider this before replying.
“Yes. It’s better.”
Before Jollo could ask any further questions, a welcome and familiar figure appeared between the trees. “It’s only me!”
“Malingo!”
“Same old geshrat,” he said. “But who’s this?”
“You remember Jollo? Mrs. Munn’s boy?”
“He remembers me the way I was,” Jollo said. “Before Boa got to me.”
“So it worked,” Malingo said.
“Yes, she’s gone,” Candy said. “But she almost killed poor Jollo.”
“And you.”
“Well, yes. And me.”
“Where is she now?”
“Up in the trees somewhere,” Candy said.
“She’s running away from Mama,” Jollo said. He looked up at Candy. “Isn’t she?”
“That’s right.”
“But I want her back now. Just to say good-bye.”
“Maybe I should go and look for her,” Candy said.
“Yes . . .” Jollo said.
Candy took hold of Jollo’s hand. His fingers were sweaty but cold. “What do you think, Jollo? If I have Malingo stay with you, will you promise not to . . . not to . . .”
“Not to die?” Jollo said.
“Yes. Not to die.”
“All right,” he said. “I’ll try. But bring Mama back soon. I want her here with me if . . . if I can’t stay any longer.”
“Don’t say that,” Candy said to him.
“It’s the truth,” he replied. “Mama says it’s bad to tell lies.”
“Well, yes,” Candy said. “It is.”
“So hurry,” he said, slipping his fingers out of Candy’s grasp. “Find her.” He turned to Malingo. “You were a slave to a wizard once, weren’t you?” he said.
“I was,” Malingo said.
“Come closer. I can’t see you in the darkness. There. That’s better. Tell me about it. Was he cruel? I heard he was cruel.”
Jollo’s interest in Candy had already slipped away; all his focus was now entirely upon Malingo. Candy got to her feet and left the two of them to talk, happy the boy was diverted.
“So how did you become a slave?” he said to Malingo.
“My father sold me . . .” Malingo began.
Candy didn’t hear any more. She retreated until she no longer had sight of Jollo, and he had no view of her. Only then did she turn her back on the place where he lay and face the tree-covered slope. This time she didn’t need any magic to plot a course to Mrs. Munn. She could hear the chase going on through the densely knitted canopy farther up the slope. Candy could even hear echoes of the incantatrix calling after Boa.
“There’s no way off this island, Boa.”
“Let me alone, will you?” Boa yelled back as she sprinted over the treetops. “I didn’t know the boy was your son. I swear I didn’t. I mean, how could I? There’s no family resemblance.”
“Liar! Liar!” Candy yelled right back, her interruption echoing that of Boa, minutes before. But she had more to say. “You knew exactly who he was, Boa. Because I knew. And if I knew then—”
“Stay out of this, Quackenbush!” Boa hollered. “Or you’ll be sorry!”
“I’m already sorry,” Candy yelled back. “I’m sorry I ever let you out of my head.”
“Ah, the sting of regret!” Boa crowed. “Well, it’s done, girl, and it can never be undone. So you’d better get used to it. I’m in the world now. Everything changes from now on. Everything.”
“Stay away from her, Candy!” Mrs. Munn hollered. “She’ll hurt you!”
“I’m not afraid of her,” Candy said.
“Liar, liar, funeral pyre!” Boa chanted.
“Well, one of us is going to have to tell the truth sooner or later,” Candy replied.
Boa finally reached the tree beneath which Candy stood, and looked down through the leaves, shaped in their fullness, like planets with golden rings around them. That Boa’s body was defined by the dual motion of bright rings was no accident. Her new skin—bought with the coin of Jollo’s suffering—had taken for inspiration the design of the foliage all around it.
“You want the truth,” Boa said, squatting on a branch so as to peer down at Candy through the canopy. “Then here: have it. I would have taken all the life force in you to heal me completely. But I was denied the total sum of you by that fat witch. And then when I do the only thing left to me—take her son—she comes howling after me as though I’d committed a crime. Ridiculous woman!”
“I heard that!”
“So? You think I’m afraid of you?”
“I know you are. I can smell the fear off you!”
There was a great commotion in the trees behind Boa. The branches were cracking as they were shaken and their motion becoming more violent as it got nearer.
“You are dead, you vile creature.”
“No. Death is what you will all inherit now. I am returned with life. But you . . . you will follow the child into oblivion, come soon, come late. No exceptions for children or lost girls. Everybody dies, come soon, come late. And you—”
She leaped off the branch where she’d been perched, heading for Candy as she descended. She grabbed hold of Candy’s face, throwing them both back through the barbed thickets to the ground. Her hand went from Candy’s face to her throat.
“You, I say soon!”
Chapter 16
Laguna Munn Angered
IF CANDY HAD NOT had the sight of the Princess’s face to look up at, she would have quickly succumbed to her death grip. But luckily she only had to look up at Boa’s beautiful, hateful face to keep fighting, even though Boa’s hold on her throat had cut off most of her air. She just kept beating at Boa’s face, over and over and over, determined not to let the waves of darkness that lapped at her sight overwhelm her. But even with her fury at Boa to help keep her conscious she couldn’t hold back the black tide forever. Her blows were getting weaker, and Boa was showing not the least sign of being hurt or dissuaded from further attack. She stared down at Candy with the implacable gaze of an executioner.
And then, behind her joyless face, there was a blur of color, too chaotic for Candy’s weary eyes to make sense of.
But the voice that came with the colors was a different matter. That made perfect sense.
“Let go of the girl right now,” the incantatrix said, “or I swear I will break every bone in your body, Princess or no Princess.”
A moment later Boa’s hands let go of Candy’s throat and she gratefully inhaled two lungfuls of sweet, clean air. It took her body a little while to push back the tide that had come so close to drowning her, by which time the struggle between Laguna Munn and Boa had already taken the two of them some distance from the place where Candy lay. When she got to her feet and looked around she saw them a long way up the slope, standing several yards apart but locked together by several cords of conjuration—those pitched by Mrs. Munn, digging their blazing fingers into Boa, while the cords Boa had cast danced vicious tarantellas around Mrs. Munn. The cords had shed bright flakes of energy—some no larger than fireflies, others the size of burning birds—that littered the darkness around and above the circle of ash and blackened timber that the powers of the combatants had burned into being.
Candy knew when she was out of her league. These two were exchanging blows from a magic she had no comprehension of, much less the means to conjure. Even as she watched, each of the pair called out more incandescent hurts and harms, yelling their furies at each other in what Candy recognized as Old Abaratian, the mother tongue of time itself. She understood not even a syllable of what they were hurling back and forth. But there was strange proof of its potency in the branches and on the ground all around the fire-formed grove.
While most of the scraps of power remained in the are
na’s zone of influence, a few escaped, and finding living subjects up among the branches and down between the roots, remade them. It was the sweet-songed capellajar birds that shed light on the spectacle, the magic transforming them into beasts that had something of the bat about them, and something about the lizard, their once modest beaks became snouts the length of their bodies, which pierced the dense lattice of branches, twigs and leaves as they descended from their high perches. The cavern’s crystalline roof threw down shafts of rainbow silver, lighting the shadow world below.
For a few seconds Candy was enraptured by the eccentric life-forms that were appearing from the trees and thicket: bizarre relatives of creatures that would have still had a certain strangeness to Candy, even in their unaltered state, but were even more extraordinary now.
The spectacle held her in thrall so completely that she failed to notice that the two women were no longer fighting in the burned-out grove, and were making their way back down the slope toward her, until she heard Mrs. Munn’s voice:
“Take it, girl!”
Candy persuaded her gaze to look away from the animals, and found that Laguna Munn was approaching her through the trees at an extraordinary rate, fearlessly careening through the thornbushes, no more than seven or eight strides from where Candy stood.
And again she shouted, as though the sense of what she was saying was utterly self-evident.
“Take it, girl!”
And as she shouted, and raced toward Candy, she offered up her right hand, which was partially open and completely empty.
“Be quick, girl. The vicious thing behind me means to take our lives!”
Candy looked back over Mrs. Munn’s shoulder and saw that Boa’s recently acquired flesh wore an expression of almost insane fury: her eyes gaping, her mouth gasping, and her lips curled back like those of a crazed dog, exposing not only her teeth but her gums too. Her body, though it was still without clothes, wore a pattern of shadowy stains that moved under the surface of her skin, dividing into smeared spots in one place and gathered into a single ragged shape in another, all constantly changing.