The God of the House of Darkness.
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Wait a minute. What's she saying?
"Who's the God of the House of Darkness?" Could she be talking about
Alex Goddard?
"I didn't want to do it," she blurted out, reaching out to me, her eyes
even sadder. "But he said you're the new special one. We had to."
What the hell was she talking about? Had to what? Did it have something
to do with my "visit" to the women in the hut?
"Please stay here with us," she pleaded as she took my hand. "Don't go."
Stay? Don't even think about it. I had Sarah halfway to freedom. While
the Army was still getting its act together, we could lose ourselves
someplace in the forest where nobody would find us, and when Steve got
here tonight . . .
"Sar, come on, it's time." I pulled away from Marcelina and slipped my
arm around her. "Nothing here is what you think it is."
"Are we leaving?" she asked, her eyes blank.
"Yes, honey, we're leaving. This very minute."
The dense forest was all about us, and I'd just carry her into it if I
had to. In the coming storm, nobody was going to find . . .
That's when I noticed I was beginning to have gastric rumblings. Damn.
Never, ever eat "native" food, no matter what the social pressure. That
damned "visit" . . .
When I turned to ask Marcelina if she would help me get Sarah outside,
I noticed she'd been joined by the two women, both still in their white
shifts, who'd just fed me the sickly
sweet _atole_. And more women were behind them, all staring at me,
expectant, as though wondering what I would do.
Maybe it was my imagination, or the dizziness that was abruptly growing
around me, but it also seemed they'd painted their faces with streaks
of white, designs like the men in the square were putting on.
"She's going to be all right," Marcelina was saying. "But we have to
get you back now. You'll need your strength."
I needed it then. My stomach had really begun to gyrate, and my vision
had started growing colored. I noticed I was sweating, even though the
day was cooling down. Actually, I felt as though I was about to pass
out. What had those women fed me?
It was finally dawning on me that Marcelina's fearfulness back in the
hut had nothing to do with betraying Alex Goddard. It was because she
knew she was betraying me.
Well, damn her, I'm not going to let Alex Goddard win, no matter what.
"Marcelina, please help me. I've got to get Sarah out of here. Now. I
don't know what poison drug he's giving her, but he's driving her
insane."
"We'll take care of her," she said. But I could barely make out the
words. They echoed bouncing around in my head.
"I'm really getting dizzy." I glanced over again at the women standing
by the door. "Please tell me what they--?"
"The elixir," she said. "For tomorrow at sunup. That's when you'll see
his real power."
I'd begun experiencing white spots before my eyes--and for some reason
I had a vision of the Army Jeeps parked up the hill. I didn't know how
the two were connected but in my jumbled thoughts they seemed to be.
Just get Sarah and get out into the air. Walk, don't think, and you can
do it. . . .
I pulled her next to me and struggled toward the door, the women
studying us, unmoving.
"Morgy, I've missed you so much," Sarah was saying, slipping her arms
around my neck to help herself walk. "I'm . . . I'm ready to go home."
"I've missed you too." I think my heart was bursting as I urged her on
through the stone portico. At last. Had something clicked that freed
her from Alex Goddard? Maybe her mind was finally becoming her own.
When we got outside, the skies were growing ever more foreboding, storm
clouds looming. Steve had been right about the coming rain, but now it
seemed the perfect cover for us to just get out. I took a deep breath
of the misty air and forced myself to start helping Sarah up the
cobblestone path.
"Sar, you can walk, I know you can. Be strong. For both of us. I'm . .
."
I felt myself sinking slowly to the cold stones of the walkway, the
hard abrasion against my knees, Sarah tumbling forward as I pulled her
down on top of me, Marcelina's arms around me trying to hold me up. It
was the last real sensation I would remember.