The thing that terrifies me about the
universe is how quickly ones life can fall apart in it. How a place
so solid can suddenly be liquid, how everything you build your life
on can simply fall away and leave nothing else behind. There is a
school for creatures from Outside the universe. I never went: the
Deep School seemed to political, too driven. Too intent on making
politicians. We don’t have those where I am from, but we have
things like them. Creatures so adept at mimicry that they hide their
true selves behind near-perfect masks. My experience of home and here
is that the worst kind of monsters never look like monsters at all.
Her name was Myra Jeni, and she was a
monster. A human one who made a deal with something Other for power.
I don’t know why, or even to what end: the motives of humans
confuse me even after forty years on this world, sixty before on
another. The universe is solid. Real. But everything inside it can be
as strange as those of us from Outside, all their certainties falling
away to leave little more than fear behind. She had acquired a book
made of smells rather than words, whose use could destroy minds in
moments.
And so I showed her what I really
looked like, when she brought the book into my office. And she is
dead, and I am not. I have no passport in other names. No one I can
call to remove corpses – human or otherwise – for me. And there
is a magician. I can feel them circling the university, bindings and
will gathering themselves together. I could fight. But the media
studies department would be destroyed, my colleagues rendered mad if
not destroyed. Universities are not conducive to sanity, I think: my
battle against a magician would destroy too many.
I had not thought it in my nature to
wait for death, or even banishment.
There is a knock on the door. A boy of
perhaps 10, pale and thin, pokes his head in. “Hi? You’re
Profethor Rafael Deyo?”
I have the body in the corner, behind
the couch. The floor is decorated in stains. The walls are filled
with old books, musty with age and power. The kid glances toward the
body and then back at me, waits. I will miss this place. I stand and
nod. “I am. You are not a pupil, I trust?”
The boy grins at that. “Nope. I’m
Jay.”
“And that should mean something to
me?”
He shakes his head firmly. “I hope
not.”
“Is this some offer from the Deep
School then?”
“Huh? No. I’m with Honcho. The
magithan,” Jay says. “He athked me to talk to you before thingth
got unavoidable.”
“I was forced to murder one of my
students today. Magicians do not take kindly to my kind killing
humans.”
“Oh, that.” He waves it away with a
hand. “Humanth kill each other all the time. I think they get some
kind of-of fun out of breaking bindingth. Like they’re all
connected tho they have to prove they’re not. It’th really
weird.”
“You are not human.”
“I hide my nature good,”
he says. I am ancient and powerful in my own way; I could level the
university with the movements of my real body, with limbs both real
and not. I suspect
I would bounce right off of Jay’s pride.
“Prove it.”
He grins hugely and
gestures and the stains are unbound from the floor and gone, in ways
magicians do not operate. I am huge and aweful in my true form, but
there is no power in me to simply make bodies cease to exist, or to
get rid of questions humans would ask.
“My secretary saw
her come in.”
“Honcho can deal
with that,” Jay says, and pads over to the body, picking up the
book and flipping through it. He wrinkles his nose at the smells.
“Thith ith a very bad book.”
“It
is.”
He walks over and
hands it to me. “You thould keep it. We travel a lot.”
“You would trust
me with such a thing?”
“You were willing
to let Honch banith you,” he says firmly.
“Banish?”
“Yeth, that word.
I don’t like that word much at all.” Jay pauses, eyes unfocusing
again. “And Honcho thinkth that monthterth who become teacherth do
it to teach and to learn. You had a whole life and you threw it away
to thtop one perthon with an evil book tho that maketh you good.”
“It does?”
Jay lets out a huge
sigh. “I jutht thaid so.” He holds out a hand. “Come on: there
ith a thtore on the camputh and you’re going to buy me a computer
game.”
“I am?”
“And Honcho will
come and deal with the body and do magic thingth to make everything
okay. Becauthe that ith what magicithans do.”
I pause. It seems
like Jay is trying to tell himself that as much as me, but his nature
is too hidden for me to be certain, and I do not know the magician
waiting outside the campus at all. I do know few magicians offer
second chances at anything, or even alliances with our kind. I take
the boy’s hand and head out the door.
“What do I do if
this happens again?”
“Make friendth
who can help you deal with it,” Jay says firmly. “Making friendth
ith an important part of being in the univerthe.”
I have
colleagues and acquaintances, but I do not trust enough to have
friends. I consider his words, and nod, and head to the campus store.
A human voice whispers in my
head briefly, the magicians touch gone as quickly as it comes. That
the magician got into my mind so easily
is almost worrying. I buy Jay
just one game despite his
request for a second and the
pouts and pleas for another game are just as entertaining as the
magician said they would be.
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