I gasp.
All around me, the dead are risin.
Another leg bone bobs to the muddy surface. Then a skull. A arm bone. They swing lazily. The current grabs 'em an carries 'em away.
Wreckers must of used the dry riverbed as a mass grave an now the heavy rain's churnin it all up.
I snatch my hands from the water, hold my arms high, outta the way. Slowly I turn in a circle, blinkin the rain away from my eyes.
Ohmigawd, I says. Ohmigawd ohmigawd ohmigawd.
The river's alive with dead men's bones. It's thick with 'em.
My breath's comin shallow an fast.
I feel somethin touch me. I make myself look down. A skellenton's wrapped itself around my chest. The skull grins up at me.
I shove it away. But when I pull my hands up agin, the whole top half of the skellenton comes with 'em. I'm stuck in the ribcage. The skull's right in my face.
I scream. Shake myself loose. Scramble to git away. Lose my footin.
I fall. I go unner.
An the current sweeps me away.
I drop back a bit. I listen while they chatter on an Lugh makes us laugh. He always does.
We're together agin.
Lugh goes first, always first, an I follow on behind.
An that's fine.
That's right.
That's how it's meant to be.
Lugh turns around. Smiles.
Hey, he says, what're you doin back there? I ain't got a clue where we're goin. Git on up here an lead the way.
So I do.
The night starts to drift in. The crimson fingers of the dyin sun bleed into gray. The first stars blink down at us. Not long to wait now.
Moira YoungOh, don't sit there blushin, he says, git on with it. Life's too short. Take her off in the bushes, my friend, an make her yer own. If you don't, somebody else will. Hell, I might jest make a play fer her myself. That 'ud put a rocket in yer pocket. Ha ha! How's about it, Red? You an me?
Moira YoungIf you seen me an' Lugh together, you'd never think we was the same blood. Never think we grew together in the same womb.
He's got gold hair. I got black.
Blue eyes. Brown eyes.
Strong. Scrawny.
Beautiful. Ugly.
He's my light. I'm his shadow.
Lugh shines like the sun. That must of made it easy fer them to find him. All they had to do was follow his light.
Believe it or not, missy, back in my salad days, I was what we called a gay blade, he says. Had a fine manly figger. I had dash an charm an... oh, I was devilish handsome, no word of a lie. Females flocked to me, helpless moths to my deadly flame.
There you go, says Em. You jest need to scrub up some.
I grab his face an' kiss him on the lips. Then I step back. We stare at each other. All the air gits sucked outta the tunnel. The heartstone burns into my skin. The blood pounds in my ears.
Yer timin stinks, he says.
We're bein cut asunder, Lugh an me.
Bit
By bit.
An it makes me think.
It makes me wonder.
Is this how he feels when he sees me with Jack? Do I look at Jack the way Lugh looks at Maev?
Helpess.
Throat bared.
Hopeless.
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