The Line Between

scratching your head, and growling that we'll see rain before nightfall, and probably hail as well … on such mornings I wish with all my heart that we could both live forever, and I think you were a great fool to give it up.» She laughed again, but it sounded shaky now, a little. She said, «Then I remember things I'd rather not remember, so then my stomach acts up, and all sorts of other things start twingeing me — never mind what they are, or where they hurt, whether it's my body or my head, or my heart. And then I think, no, I suppose not, maybe not.» The tall man put his arms around her, and for a moment she rested her head on his chest. I couldn't hear what she said after that.

I didn't think I'd made any noise, but the man raised his voice a little, not looking at me, not lifting his head, and he said, «Child, there's food here.» First I couldn't move, I was so frightened. He couldn't have seen me through the brush and all the alder trees. And then I started remembering how hungry I was, and I started toward them without knowing I was doing it. I actually looked down at my feet and watched them moving like somebody else's feet, as though they were the hungry ones, only they had to have me take them to the food. The man and the woman stood very still and waited for me.

Close to, the woman looked younger than her voice, and the tall man looked older. No, that isn't it, that's not what I mean. She wasn't young at all, but the gray hair made her face younger, and she held herself really straight, like the lady who comes when people in our village are having babies. She holds her face all stiff too, that one, and I don't like her much. This woman's face wasn't beautiful, I suppose, but it was a face you'd want to snuggle up to on a cold night. That's the best I know how to say it.

The man … one minute he looked younger than my father, and the next he'd be looking older than anybody I ever saw, older than people are supposed to be, maybe. He didn't have any gray hair himself, but he did have a lot of lines, but that's not what I'm talking about either. It was the eyes. His eyes were green, green, green, not like grass, not like emeralds — I saw an emerald once, a gypsy woman showed me — and not anything like apples or limes or such stuff. Maybe like the ocean, except I've never seen the ocean, so I don't know. If you go deep enough into the woods (not the Midwood, of course not, but any other sort of woods), sooner or later you'll always come to a place where even the shadows are green, and that's the way his eyes were. I was afraid of his eyes at first.

The woman gave me a peach and watched me bite into it, too hungry to thank her. She asked me, «Girl, what are you doing here? Are you lost?»

«No, I'm not," I mumbled with my mouth full. «I just don't know where I am, that's different.» They both laughed, but it wasn't a mean, making–fun laugh. I told them, «My name's Sooz, and I have to see the king. He lives somewhere right nearby, doesn't he?»

They looked at each other. I couldn't tell what they were thinking, but the tall man

raised his eyebrows, and the woman shook her head a bit, slowly. They looked at each other for a long time, until the woman said, «Well, not nearby, but not so very far, either. We were bound on our way to visit him ourselves.»

«Good," I said. «Oh, good.» I was trying to sound as grown–up as they were, but it was hard, because I was so happy to find out that they could take me to the king. I said, «I'll go along with you, then.»

The woman was against it before I got the first words out. She said to the tall man, «No, we couldn't. We don't know how things are.» She looked sad about it, but she looked firm, too. She said, «Girl, it's not you worries me. The king is a good man, and an old friend, but it has been a long time, and kings change. Even more than other people, kings change.»

«I have to see him," I said. «You go on, then. I'm not going home until I see him.» I finished the peach, and the man handed me a chunk of dried fish and smiled at the woman as I tore into it. He said quietly to her, «It seems to me that you and I both remember asking to be taken along on a quest. I can't speak for you, but I begged.»

But the woman wouldn't let up. «We could be bringing her into great peril. You can't take the chance, it isn't right!»

He began to answer her, but I interrupted — my mother would have slapped me halfway across the kitchen. I shouted at them, «I'm coming from great peril. There's a griffin nested in the Midwood, and he's eaten Jehane and Louli and — and my Felicitas — " and then I did start weeping, and I didn't care. I just stood there and shook and wailed, and dropped the dried fish. I tried to pick it up, still crying so hard I couldn't see it, but the woman stopped me and gave me her scarf to dry my eyes and blow my nose. It smelled nice.

«Child," the tall man kept saying, «child, don't take on so, we didn't know about the griffin.»