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The Blackthorn Orphans Serialization:  á Kata Mehtra 5

26/1/2018

 
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The thin warmth of the morning’s first unimpeded rays struck her face as they emerged from the edge of the pines and climbed downward over ground sloping steeply and unevenly.  Thistles pricked through the legs of her jeans as she made her own way to the narrow, sunken curvature of another river, walled on its far side by a towering scarp of forest.  The water was an explicit demarcation between the cline behind them, long accustomed to incursion, and primal, unchallenged arborea; its stalwarts crowded right to the edge of the far bank, too starkly massive for the axe, the proud volunteers on the clearing beyond scions of a puissant archetype, its league-long shadow creeping backward with the sun's ascent.  Where the ground rose from the root-sewn cut two sauropodian spruce stood abreast of one another, long, pale staffs of light dropping through their heads into the depths of the water beneath.  Branches sawn from their pointed crowns had left vacancies exposing the thickly-crusted trunks where the bark had been adzed from two great discs of naked, whey-pale wood, forming totem eyes that glared across the river.  Their scale and foreboding import served its hostile edict well.  Monstrous plumes of fern, twining bindweed and other supple subordinates choked their feet as though in worshipful rapture, trailing their roots and whiplike greenwood in the river.

Edward stood at its edge.  She turned from staring up at the íve to study him in the same mercenary earnest, sitting down on a stone to do so.

"So through all this, there's a pile of rocks crawling with rats with our name on it?" Susan inquired, her appraisal concluded.
"I don't think too many rats would bother with it." William admitted.
"How far?"
"If we weren't staring down the barrel of a full moon, I'd say... five easy days, but we are, so you'll have to do it in three.”  The wind came up around the river bend and swept a pall of corrugation across its surface, moving the dry grass against their legs.  
“What if we don’t get there in time?"  

"Sai ilsii nais ii'syln si sa'ilya." Edward observed unexpectedly, prompting her to look back to his brother.

"He said you won't survive the night."

Brushing the dust from her water bottle, she lifted what remained in it to her lips.

​"Anything else I should know?"

William edged a pile of little stones into a berm with his bare toes.

“Just the usual rural bullshit... if the weather turns, we could be forced to sit out a month, and you’ve got food for maybe two weeks.  That's not a dealbreaker... you can eat flesh and there's plenty around.  But if something happens to you, there's no opiates, no antibiotics.” he explained.  "Sorry, cloudcheeks..."
"It's not your fault." Susan sighed.  "I should have brought some."
“If I have to make a run for pharms with these alujha arsehats in the way, it’d be forty eight hours, minimum, and you’ll be left chewing wood with that there tap dancing on your fucking morale.” he added, nodding at his brother.    
"He doesn't speak English any more." she reminded him.  They shared a brief and private smile.
"It's the distance, more than anything.  Three days... it's not enough time.”  

Her dark, dry eyes caught Edward’s gaze.  

“There you go... it might not be a dead loss.  I might not make it, and I'll probably break something trying.  I could be begging you to shoot me in twenty four hours, so don't bother looking like I'm the one who'll get you fucking killed."  She turned back to William.  "Do you think he ever wonders why he's out here on his own?"

Dissent lapsing, he waited while she hauled herself to her feet and walked with him to the water’s edge.  She knelt to fill their bottles and slake her thirst; to her surprise, her two companions began to shed their packs and weapons, then their uppermost items of clothing, descending to their knees beside the river.  From its shallows they each lifted a dripping hand and touched it to their heads, murmuring a private orison, abashing her own thoughtless entitlement.  William glanced at her silent inquiry.

“Puja... thanking you, Great Mother, for not smiting us in advance, and for the use of your gracious amenities, sincerely, your loyal servant Sachiin, PS, please don’t smite my godless bitch either, I’m not done with her arse, thanks again, yours truly amen etc.”

“She’ll smite you for calling me your godless bitch.”

“She knows I mean well.”  They watched Edward assume his burden of ordinance and pick up half the water she had collected, wading out into the river alone.  William waited until he had disappeared between the two gigantic spruce before granting her a look of secretive admiration.  “Nice burn back there, but I’d wait til he gets off his rag before tweaking him again.”

“Yes, well now he’s got my fucking drinking water, hasn’t he?” she whispered.

​“If you think about his romantic orientation Christabel, the kick he gets from yanking your chain is probably semi-erotic, so er, yeah... keep that in mind.”  With her boots tied across her shoulders, Susan climbed awkwardly onto William's own as he knelt for her; he secured her legs and rose so quickly to his full height that she cried out and clutched his chin with both hands, urging him to stand still.  “I am standing still.” he replied.  She gazed around them with his rifle balanced across her thighs, directing him via her grasp on his ears.  

"How can you stand being so far off the ground?  Be careful..." she added, sucking in a breath when he stepped down into the water.  It rose to lap the bare soles of her feet while he paused in the midst of the stream to negotiate a sunken snag; she bent low and pressed her face into his hair.  "I think I would have flown all this way just to smell you."

"And that's perfectly healthy and normal.  But we have to get to Pet’s without giving Chucky an excuse to take a run at the gristle-munchers." he advised discreetly.  "He’d chew through fucking lead to start shit with someone.  If we do bump into dog, we front for our sweet fucking lives... if they poke us with their sweaty trouser wood, we let them, sha bai?"

"I can't wait.  Oh fuck...” she cried as his last packet of cigarettes floated free of his inundated breast pocket.  He lurched sideways, threatening to tip her into the river and caught them, setting them on his head for the remainder of their crossing. 

​​CONTINUED NEXT WEEK
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