"Happiness is
contagious," Reynard murmured. "But there is no magic in
all the world to force someone to be happy. You can only gain
happiness by giving it away; you gain bitterness by expecting it in
return."
"Do you want
some? Never mind," Boy added as the fox raised his head from the
earth to regard him in bemusement. "You'll just tell me you're a
fox."
"But I am a
fox." The fox smiled as Boy rolled his eyes. "And I am
content, Boy. To wish for more than is enough of anything – even of
happiness – is to risk disaster."
"Two mice are
enough for me now, but if I was bigger I would want more," Boy said, his grin
flattering as Reynard Fox's smile vanished, snapped shut as though it
had never been.
"You could be
content with two," the other said, in a tone that caused the
fire Boy had made to dim. "The world does not have enough mice
for everyone who can have three to take them."
Boy bit his lip. "I can't make jokes, can I? I try. but all I seem to do is hurt
people."
"I am old,
Boy. I have lived through famines and stolen the larders of kings for
their people, bargained with the Sun to end droughts and trapped the
Moon herself in water."
Boy opened his
mouth to speak, and then closed it.
"Boy,"
Reynard said, resigned.
"The moon
does get reflected in water? I've seen it, and I think there are
songs about that where I'm from. How do you trap the moon?"
"If you hold
a mirror to a reflection, you can trap the real thing. It was long
ago, when the Moon and Sun argued over power and place, when night
and day warred for the land and drew boundaries that seared the sky
and charred the oceans. The time came when the Moon had made a trap
of stars and song for the Sun, and the Sun – older and perhaps
wiser – refused to set. Heat baked the world, searing fields and
throats. Entire lands were lost to the Sun, earth turned into desert,
sand into glass and mountains melted into lakes.
"I was known
to have the ear of the Moon and spoke, asking her to relent. She
refused. She justified it well; I told her all were excuses and she
scowled and threw rocks at me for my insult. I escaped to fashion one
into a mirror with the help of the folk under the hills and took it
up into the night of the dark half of the world, now still and empty
without the Sun. The Mon shone across a wide lake and I held up the
mirror. The mirror became reflection and the water became the Moon.
The Sun set,
finally, the trap falling apart without the Moon to sing it true.
Each night I allowed the Moon to rise, each day I trapped her until
finally I broke the mirror once the world had healed. I made no promise
not to trap her again, the Moon made no promise not to trap the Sun.
We remain friends, though not as we were."
"You tricked the moon," Boy said, and a lesser fox would have taken his shock as disbelief.
"You tricked the moon," Boy said, and a lesser fox would have taken his shock as disbelief.
"I betrayed
her. She had betrayed the world first. Friendship is a gift, Boy.
And any gift one cannot give up is a trap."
"That seems
really sad."
"It is the
way it was," the fox said in turn, and Boy said nothing at all
because he could hear old sorrow under the words and the moon seemed
brighter in the sky than it had even an hour ago.
So, the moon is female, but what of the sun?
ReplyDeleteMale, though I figure their sexes will really depend on the teller of the tales.
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