Vonda N. McIntyre - Of Mist, And Grass, And Sand

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VONDA N. MCINTYRE

Of Mist, and Grass,

and Sand

"Wherever nature is revered as self-moving, and is inherently divine, the serpent is revered as

symbolic of its divine life . . . where the serpent is cursed, all nature is devaluated and its

power of life regarded as nothing in itself . . ." (Creative Mythology by Joseph Campbell). In two

stories in this volume the serpent appears, and is not cursed. This one finished first, the other

second, in the voting for the Nebula awards. Within us, modern, civilized humankind, there is

something that recognizes and responds to the ancient symbols. Something that answers, yes, I am

still here.

The little boy was frightened. Gently, Snake touched his hot forehead. Behind her, three adults

stood close together, watching, suspicious, afraid to show their concern with more than narrow

lines around their eyes. They feared Snake as much as they feared their only child's death. In the

dimness of the tent, the flickering lamplights gave no reassurance.

The child watched with eyes so dark the pupils were not visible, so dull that Snake

herself feared for his life. She stroked his hair. It was long and very pale, a striking color

against his dark skin, dry and irregular for several inches near the scalp. Had Snake been with

these people months ago, she would have known the child was growing ill.

"Bring my case, please," Snake said.

The child's parents started at her soft voice. Perhaps they had expected the screech of a

bright jay, or the hissing of a shining serpent. This was the first time Snake had spoken in their

presence. She had only watched, when the three of them had come to observe her from a distance and

whisper about her occupation and her youth; she had only listened, and then nodded, when finally

they came to ask her help. Perhaps they had thought she was mute.

The fair-haired younger man lifted her leather case from the felt floor. He held the

satchel away from his body, leaning to hand it to her, breathing shallowly with nostrils flared

against the faint smell of musk in the dry desert air. Snake had almost accustomed herself to the

kind of uneasiness he showed; she had already seen it often.

When Snake reached out, the young man jerked back and dropped the case. Snake lunged and

barely caught it, set it gently down, and glanced at him with reproach. His husband and his wife

came forward and touched him to ease his fear. "He was bitten once," the dark and handsome woman

said. "He almost died." Her tone was not of apology, but of justification.

"I'm sorry," the younger man said. "It's-" He gestured toward her; he was trembling, and

trying visibly to control the reactions of his fear: Snake glanced down to her shoulder, where she

had been unconsciously aware of the slight weight and movement. A tiny serpent, thin as the finger

of a baby, slid himself around behind her neck to show his narrow head below her short black

curls. He probed the air with his trident tongue, in a leisurely manner, out, up and down, in, to

savor the taste of the smells.

"It's only Grass," Snake said. "He cannot harm you."

If he were bigger, he might frighten; his color was pale green, but the scales around his

mouth were red, as if he had just feasted as a mammal eats, by tearing. He was, in fact, much

neater.

The child whimpered. He cut off the sound of pain; perhaps he had been told that Snake,

too, would be offended by crying. She only felt sorry that his people refused themselves such a

simple way of easing fear. She turned from the adults, regretting their terror of her, but

unwilling to spend the time it would take to convince them their reactions were unjustified. "It's

all right," she said to the little boy. "Grass is smooth, and dry, and soft, and if I left him to

guard you, even death could not reach your bedside." Grass poured himself into her narrow, dirty

hand, and she extended him toward the child. "Gently." He reached out and touched the sleek scales

with one fingertip. Snake could sense the effort of even such a simple motion, yet the boy almost

smiled.

"What are you called?"

He looked quickly toward his parents, and finally they nodded. "Stavin," he whispered. He

had no strength or breath for speaking.

"I am Snake, Stavin, and in a little while, in the morning, I must hurt you. You may feel

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a quick pain, and your body will ache for several days, but you will be better afterward."

He stared at her solemnly. Snake saw that though he understood and feared what she might

do, he was less afraid than if she had lied to him. The pain must have increased greatly as his

illness became more apparent, but it seemed that others had only reassured him, and hoped the

disease would disappear or kill him quickly.

Snake put Grass on the boy's pillow and pulled her case nearer. The lock opened at her

touch. The adults still could only fear her; they had had neither time nor reason to discover any

trust. The wife was old enough that they might never have another child, and Snake could tell by

their eyes, their covert touching, their concern, that they loved this one very much. They must,

to come to Snake in this country.

It was night, and cooling. Sluggish, Sand slid out of the case, moving his head, moving

his tongue, smelling, tasting, detecting the warmth of bodies.

"Is that-?" The older husband's voice was low, and wise, but terrified, and Sand sensed

the fear. He drew back into striking position, and sounded his rattle softly. Snake spoke to him

and extended her arm. The pit viper relaxed and flowed around and around her slender wrist to form

black and tan bracelets. "No," she said. "Your child is too ill for Sand to help. I know it is

hard, but please try to be calm. This is a fearful thing for you, but it is all I can do."

She had to annoy Mist to make her come out. Snake rapped on the bag, and finally poked her

twice. Snake felt the vibration of sliding scales, and suddenly the albino cobra flung herself

into the tent. She moved

quickly, yet there seemed to be no end to her. She reared back and up. Her breath rushed out in a

hiss. Her head rose well over a meter above the floor. She flared her wide hood. Behind her, the

adults gasped, as if physically assaulted by the gaze of the tan spectacle design on the back of

Mist's hood. Snake ignored the people and spoke to the great cobra in a singsong voice. "Ali,

thou. Furious creature. Lie down; 'tis time for thee to earn thy piglet. Speak to this child, and

touch him. He is called Stavin." Slowly, Mist relaxed her hood, and allowed Snake to touch her.

Snake grasped her firmly behind the head, and held her so she looked at Stavin. The cobra's silver

eyes picked up the yellow of the lamplight. "Stavin," Snake said, "Mist will only meet you now. I

promise that this time she will touch you gently."

Still, Stavin shivered when Mist touched his thin -.

chest. Snake did not release the serpent's head, but al

lowed her body to slide against the boy's. The cobra 4

was four times longer than Stavin was tall. She curved

herself in stark white loops across Stavin's swollen abdomen, extending herself, forcing her head

toward the .

boy's face, straining against Snake's hands. Mist met

Stavin's frightened stare with the gaze of lidless eyes. r

Snake allowed her a little closer. y

Mist flicked out her tongue to taste the child.

The younger husband made a small, cut-off, frightened sound. Stavin flinched at it, and

Mist drew back, opening her mouth, exposing her fangs, audibly :; thrusting her breath through her

throat: Snake sat back ` on her heels, letting out her own breath. Sometimes, in :: other places,

the kinfolk could stay while she worked. "You must leave," she said gently. "It's dangerous to

frighten Mist."

"I won't--2'

"I'm sorry. You must wait outside."

Perhaps the younger husband, perhaps even the wife, would have made the indefensible

objections and

asked the answerable questions, but the older man turned them and took their hands and led them

away.

"I need a small animal," Snake said as the man lifted the tent flap. "It must have fur,

and it must be alive."

"One will be found," he said, and the three parents went into the glowing night. Snake

could hear their footsteps in the sand outside.

Snake supported Mist in her lap, and soothed her. The cobra wrapped herself around Snake's

narrow waist, taking in her warmth. Hunger made her even more nervous than usual, and she was

hungry, as was Snake. Coming across the black sand desert, they had found sufficient water, but

Snake's traps were unsuccessful. The season was summer, the weather was hot, and many of the furry

tidbits Sand and Mist preferred were estivating. When the serpents missed their regular meal,

Snake began a fast as well.

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