Chapters (43)
- PART TWO - THE OCULAR ROSE
- PART THREE - INTO THE WEST
- PART FOUR - RUB AL-KHALI
- PART ONE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- PART TWO
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- PART THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWEWTY-TWO
- PART FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- PART FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- PART SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
One of his prizes was a spongy green disk shaped like a miniature bicycle wheel, with twig-like spokes and a gnarl of roots still attached to the hub. One was a translucent tube a centimeter in diameter and as long as Suleans forearm. The last was a viscid, knobby lump resembling a clenched fist, blue veined with red.
None of these things looked healthy, although arguably they might once have been alive. The bicycle wheel was blackened and crumbling in places. The hollow tube had fractured along its axis. The fist was pallid and had begun to emit an unpleasant odor.
Mrs. Rebka said, "Did these things fall with the ash?"
Dvali shook his head. "They were all rooted."
"They grew out there? Out in the desert?"
"I can't explain it. I would guess they're associated with the ashfall in some way."
Dvali looked expectantly at Sulean.
Sulean had nothing to say.
* * * * *
In the morning Sulean went to see Isaac, but his door was closed and Mrs. Rebka stood outside, her arms crossed. "He's not well," she said.
"I'll speak to him briefly," Sulean said.
"I'd prefer to let him rest. He's running a fever. I think you and I have to talk, Ms. Moi."
The two women walked out into the courtyard. They kept to the shade of the main building and sat together on a stone bench with a view of the garden. The air was hot and still, and sunlight fell on the fenced flowerbed as if it had an immense invisible weight. Sulean waited for Mrs. Rebka to speak. In fact Sulean had expected something hostile from Mrs. Rebka sooner or later. She was the closest thing Isaac had to a mother, though Isaac's nature had precluded any real emotional warmth, at least on his part.
"He's never been sick before," Mrs. Rebka said. "Not once. But since you arrived… he's not the same.
He wanders, he eats less. He's taken a ferocious interest in books, and at first I thought that was a good thing. But I wonder if it isn't just another symptom."
"Symptom of what?"
"Don't be evasive." Mrs. Rebka was a large woman. To Sulean all these people seemed large—Sulean herself barely topped five foot three—but Mrs. Rebka was especially large and seemed to want to appear intimidating. "I know who you are, as well as anyone does. Everyone in the community has been aware of you for years. We weren't surprised when you knocked at the door. Only surprised that it had taken so long. We're prepared to let you observe Isaac and even interact with him. The only condition is that you don't interfere."
" Have I interfered?"
"He's changed since you got here. You can't deny that."
"That has nothing to do with me."
"Doesn't it? I hope you're right. But you've seen this before, haven't you? Before you came to Earth."