The Traitor by Michael Cisco

Author:Michael Cisco [Cisco, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fantasy, Horror, Science Fiction
ISBN: 9780809572359
Google: 9w5U1wQf1O4C
Amazon: 0809572354
Goodreads: 2089988
Publisher: Prime Books
Published: 2007-08-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

I felt no sympathy for the soldiers who had come for Wite as if he were a man, when Wite was not a man, Wite had never been a man, or he hadn’t been a man for a long time. I felt no sympathy for the soldiers, my “co-religionists.” They had no idea that Wite was not a criminal or a refugee, that Wite was not a man, although he had been born and had grown up, lived in a city, had done work. But Wite had never been distracted, he had never left his path, or lost sight of the facts. He stayed “on the mountain.” He had used those words himself, “on the mountain.” Wite stayed “on the mountain” and from there, that is, from above, he had grown so “hot” or so “bright”—again, Wite’s words—that none of the nonsense of city life and city people could get near him and not be burned up, this was my impression, that Wite burned by proximity everything superfluous, obstacles included. I pitied the soldiers but I felt no sympathy for them—from my position a little “up the mountain.” I never blamed Wite for not wanting to “come down to them.” “On the mountain” also means at the brink of death, every encounter would have to end in death for Wite or for the others, or both. Wite could never be brought back from the immediate orbit of death, he had thrown himself into that orbit completely and was inextricable, he was the orbit around death and anyone who charged at him there would simply fall in, they would inevitably die. I don’t want my own notion of “the orbit around death” to obscure the one fact most important to keep in sight—that Wite killed everyone who came at him. They didn’t simply die, they weren’t killed accidentally, as if they had charged a volcano, they were killed deliberately by Wite, and I understood this very clearly.

I had with my own eyes seen Wite kill everyone in my hunting party, but when I had seen Wite after he had killed everyone in my hunting party, and when I saw him after he had killed the soldiers who came to Tzdze’s house, I felt only the sort of excitement one feels when exciting things are happening, during violent storms, during catastrophes. I felt no special fear and ran to Wite without hesitation. Later, when all excitement was worn away, I felt calm when I thought about Wite, even in the expectation that he might kill me somehow. I saw that Wite was a threat to my life and still felt nothing, no concern. Only Tzdze held me and instilled caution into me. Only Tzdze kept me from indifference, for her sake, because I feared that Wite might somehow kill her, or ruin her. Tzdze was my diversion from the path, she split me off from him, in part. This was also necessary. After I had met Tzdze, I would never belong completely to Wite again, as I had belonged to him completely from the first moment I saw him.

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