Brust, Steven & Lindholm, Megan by The Gypsy

Author:The Gypsy
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-11-29T03:38:34+00:00

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Pick one.

Light, then, to guide him through the eternal day.

This one, the glow of a storefront office that adver-tised daily employment, led to that one, the eyes of

a panel truck, which pointed to that one, the neon of

a barbecue lunch counter.

And on and on, and faster and faster, as beautiful

and terrible as the Fair Lady's kiss, which he had

known once, as well.

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All your hungers there to sate

All your thirsts to slake

Look what you've been given,

You can't see what she'll take.

"THE FAIR LADY"

The sound of the spinning wheel in the next room is constant,

and has been for a timeless time when the Fair Lady puts down

Her knitting and removes Her feet from the fire. The liderc,

which has been chewing on its goose leg, looks up. The midwife

stops her song, which she sings to her own newbom babe that

she killed, and she also looks up. The nora, which has been been

playing with its genitals in the corner, hobbles over as well.

"The Wolf is on the scent, " She announces. "And the

Dove is taking to the air."

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"What shall we do. Mistress?" says the liderc/ in a

voice that sounds like the hiss and pop of the fire in which

the Fair Lady has been roasting Her feet.

"Well, you must get onto the track of the Wolf and sour

the trail. You may let him follow you back here if you wish,

but don't let him catch you or you'll be eaten."

"Yes, Mistress," and it leaves through the door.

"You," She continues to the nora/ "must see to it that the

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Wolf is kept busy with other things. Go fetch me its cub.''

"Yes, Mistress," and the nora leaves through the window.

"What about me. Mistress?" says the midwife.

"You must sing a song to catch a Dove by the wing."

| "Yes, Mistress. Of what shall I sing?"

"Sing of cages that look like feather beds, and blood that

smells like apple blossoms.

"Yes, Mistress. How loud shall I sing?"

"Sing so loud the nests shake in their trees, but not so

loud the wolves howl in the hills."

"Yes, Mistress. How long shall I sing?"

"Sing until the snow falls up from the ground, but stop

before the first note reaches your ear."

"Yes, Mistress," says the midwife, and she puts her

face near the fireplace flue and begins to smg.

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Keep them hounds off my trail,

And them jailers off my back.

Get these bracelets off of me,

A little rain to hide my track.

"HIDE MY TRACK"

He was very comfortable/ except that something was

jabbing him in the back of the head. He was warm,

cuddled up in a blanket tucked all the way up to his

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chin, but a cool breeze was blowing against his face-He shifted, trying to move his head away from 'whatever was poking him, and remembered that he'd been

hit; then he sat up, struggling to get his gun out of

the holster he was half sitting on.

"Sit still!" hissed Madam Moria. "Do you think

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