Juliet Marillier - Wildwood Dancing
“You’ve lost something?” Ileana queried. A new warmth had entered her tone.
The young man nodded, pointing to his throat again.
“Ah,” said Ileana. “Dr˘agu¸ta’s been up to her tricks again.
Not content with tormenting the young lady, she’s decided to play games with you as well, frog boy. You want your voice back?”
So that was it: not that he would not speak, but that he could not. A spell of silence. I had been less than fair to him.
Ileana sighed. “The witch of the wood is overfond of such charms,” she said, snapping her fingers. One of her attendants came forward with a wand of plain willow, with a small star 325
at the end—the kind of thing I would have loved as a child when I was playing at fairies. “You’ve been a model of control over the years, young man—so much of one that even your best friend failed to see what you really were. Kneel down!”
He obeyed. The cloak he wore, my cloak, brushed the ground before Ileana’s throne. Anticipating magic, the crowd hushed again. The forest queen stretched out her arms, and the sweep of her vivid peacock garment caught the lights of Dancing Glade. “Speak again, young man,” she said quietly. “You have been silent long enough.” She touched Gogu gently on his bowed head with the tip of her wand.
There was no sudden flash of light, no explosion, no flying through the air. The young man said, “Thank you,” and got to his feet. He turned toward me, his eyes blazing. “Jena,” he said,
“don’t you know me?”
I stared at him. In my head, the mask of sweetness peeled back and I saw the monstrous reality beneath it. Don’t trust, don’t trust, don’t trust, a little voice repeated inside me. Don’t put your sisters at risk.
“Jena, I’m Costi. Your cousin. You must recognize me.”
“What—!” That was Paula.
“But Costi’s dead.” That was Stela.
“I’m not listening to this,” I said shakily. How dare he!
How dare he come up with something so outrageous and offensive? “You can’t be Costi—he drowned. Cezar saw it with his own eyes. You’re just saying that to . . . You’re just—” I could not look at him: I could not bear the look on his face, wounded, disbelieving.
“I’m not dead! I’m here. I am Costi—can’t you see? I’ve been 326
with you all along, since the day you found me in the forest.
Waiting—waiting until she lifted the spell, and I could be myself again, and tell you.”
“A spell of silence,” Iulia breathed. “Like Sorrow—a ban on talking about who he was and what had happened to him. But Jena’s right. Cezar saw what happened. So did she. They saw Costi dragged under the water. He couldn’t have survived.”
Despite her words, there was a note of wonder in her voice, as if she would be all too easily convinced.
“The audience is concluded,” Ileana said. “Young man, I wish you well. Strike up the music! The queen wants to dance!”
But for us, there was no more dancing. As the queen and her retinue headed back onto the sward, Tati crumpled to her knees. “Jena . . . ,” she whispered, “my head hurts. . . . I don’t feel very well. . . .” A moment later she fell to the ground in a dead faint.
“She’s hardly eaten a thing since the last time she saw Sorrow,” Paula said, crouching down to feel for Tati’s pulse. “And she’s overwrought. We should go home, Jena.”
“What’s wrong with her?” Stela was crying, half in sympathy with Tati, half in sadness and exhaustion. Ildephonsus clung to her, his gauzy wings enfolding her in a kind of cape.
“She’s fainted, that’s all,” I told her, not wanting to make things any harder. “Paula’s right. We need to go now.”
“I have to say goodbye,” Stela sniffed. “I’ll be quick, I promise.”
“We’ll meet you down at the boats,” said Iulia.
“Wait—” The two of them were already gone.
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“Jena,” said Paula, “we need to get her down to the lake.”
“I’ll take her,” the young man said. “She’s very cold. Is there a spare cloak?”
“No—!” I began, not wanting him to put his hands anywhere near my sister, but he ignored me, picking Tati up as easily as if she were a doll. Paula and I followed him around the margin of Dancing Glade and down the path to the Deadwash.
None of us said a word. I was full of mixed-up feelings, upper-most being a sense of betrayal: how dare Dr˘agu¸ta meddle so cruelly? How dare this thing in a man’s guise play with my heart and disturb my mind? Of course he couldn’t be Costi. I’d have known! I’d have known, even when he was a frog. Wouldn’t I?
By the time we reached the boats, a silent crowd was following us: red-eyed Stela, somber-faced Iulia, and all our usual escorts and hangers-on. There wasn’t a smile among them.
Grigori took Tati from Gogu and laid her in his boat. She was beginning to stir, putting a hand to her brow and murmuring something. Then Dr˘agu¸ta’s great-nephew extended his hand to me. “You, as well,” he said.
Sten took Iulia, and the dwarf was boatman to Stela. Ildephonsus, refusing to accept her departure until the last possible moment, clambered into the small craft to sit by her, sobbing.
A hooded soothsayer ferried Paula, who was now carrying a mysterious bundle. On the shore behind us, the young man with the green eyes stood quietly, watching. He did not ask for a lift, and nobody offered one.
“Goodbye!” my sisters called. “Goodbye! Thank you!” But I had no heart for farewells; all I could feel was a numb disbelief.
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The folk of the Other Kingdom waved and shouted and sang, and one or two flew over us, blowing kisses and causing the dwarf to curse as he nearly lost his pole. Then the mist came down to cover us. Behind us, the Other Kingdom shrank . . .
and faded . . . and vanished.
“All will be well, Jena,” Grigori said quietly. But it couldn’t be. A terrible sense of wrongness was coming over me: the feeling that I had just thrown away my dearest treasure and that I would never, ever get it back.
I reached out to take Tati’s hand. She seemed fragile as a moonflower—destined to bloom for a single lovely night, and then to fade and fall. A whole month until next Full Moon: it was a long time for her to wait. And yet, for me, it was short.
Only a month, and my sister might be gone forever. How could I let that happen?
On the far shore, Ildephonsus refused to be detached from Stela. Both were in floods of tears. Paula disembarked, bundle in hand, and bade her boatman a grave farewell. She moved to Stela’s side.
“Stela,” she said with remarkable composure, “I’ve been given some books and maps and other things, see? Even if we can’t use our portal anymore, there must be other ways we can find. There are clues in here. We just have to work them out.
You can help me. I don’t believe it’s farewell forever.”
Stela dashed the tears from her cheeks, took a deep, unsteady breath, and stepped away from her friend. “Goodbye, Ildephonsus,” she said, hiccuping. Her expression told me she had suddenly grown up rather more than she wanted to. “We’ll 329
come back sometime. Paula knows these things.” She kissed him on his long pink snout. Ildephonsus wrung his paws and began a high, eldritch wailing. The dwarf bundled him back in the boat and, with a shout of farewell, bore him away.
Sten lifted Iulia out onto the shore. “Of course,” he said, “we can come across if we’re careful, so it’s not really goodbye forever. But we’ll sorely miss you at Full Moon. You make lovely partners.” He planted a smacking kiss on my sister’s cheek.
“Don’t go marrying a heavy-footed man now, will you?”
“I’ll see you soon, Jena,” said Grigori. He had brought Tati to land. She was conscious again, though shaky—between us, Iulia and I supported her. “I’ll be back with your father’s answer as quick as I can.”
“Be careful. Cezar’s hunting parties are still going out from time to time.”
“I will. Farewell, then.”
“Farewell, Grigori. Thank you for everything.”
“My advice to you,” he said with a grin, “is to seek out my great-aunt before you go home. I don’t think you’ve asked her all the questions you might.” He stepped back into the boat and dug in the pole. Within a count of three, the vessel had disappeared through the shrouds of mist, and we were alone on the shore. Or not quite alone, for another boat was approaching through the vapor—a flat little craft that bobbed on the surface, the ice shards jingling around it. On it stood a familiar figure: thin arms wielding the pole, green eyes set on the shore ahead, hair tumbling wildly over his brow. His jaw was set tight; he looked every bit as angry and upset as Cezar on one of 330
his worst days. As we watched, he maneuvered his craft to the shore and stepped off it. A raft. A raft made of weathered timbers, bound together with twists of flax and fragments of fraying rope.
“I’m sorry,” Iulia said, staring. “We should have offered you a lift in one of our boats.”
“As you see,” said the young man, “I have my own.”
“You—” I managed. “You—” But my tongue would not deliver the words. I’d been foolish before, letting myself be taken in by Tadeusz and his coaxing. I’d been so foolish that I’d nearly let him take Tati while my attention was all on my own concerns. I would not give way to such foolishness now.
“That could have been here all the time,” I said. “Anyone could have found it and used it. You’re lying. You’re not Costi. You can’t be.”
He looked as if I’d just smacked him in the face. The green eyes went bleak. The thin lips were not humorous now, but set in a tight line. “If you can’t trust, you can’t trust,” he said.
“Goodbye. I’m going home now.” Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away along the lakeshore.
The five of us stood in silence, watching him, until he vanished into the darkness of the wildwood. He still had my cloak on.
“We need to get Tati home, Jena,” said Paula. “It’s cold out here.”
“You can’t just let him go like that,” objected Iulia. “He was upset. He was really sad. Jena, he does look quite a lot like Cezar. And even more like that old picture of Uncle Nicolae, 331
the one Aunt Bogdana has hanging in her hallway. Are you sure—?”
“Run after him, Jena.” Stela was shivering with cold.
“Run after him? In the forest at night? I don’t think so.” My feet were on the verge of doing just that. How could I let him walk off with that expression on his face?
“Go on, Jena.” Tati’s voice was a thread. “We’ll wait for you at the top of the steps. He can’t have gone far.”
I ran. I did not allow myself to think of Night People, or of wolves, or of any other dangers that might be lurking in the darkness. I ran along the shore of T˘aul Ielelor, and as I went I spotted something shining in the undergrowth—a little crown of wire and beads, ribbon and braid. Following my instincts, I grabbed it as I passed. “Gogu!” I shouted. “Wait for me!” But there was no response, save the hooting of an owl and the patter of a small creature in the bushes.
At the spot where the track branched away from the water I halted, my chest heaving in the chill air. I would not attempt the walk through the woods, the long way home to Piscul Dracului. The others were waiting; without me, they could not open the portal. How had he managed to vanish so quickly?
Perhaps he had slipped away to Tadeusz’s world—perhaps, if I tried too hard to follow, I, too, would find myself in that dark realm. “Gogu?” I said, my voice shrunk to a little, fearful thing in the immensity of the shadowy forest.
“Gone,” someone said from down below. “Gone for good.
Foolish girl. Why didn’t you listen?”
I looked down. She was there, green cloak wound around her small body, broad hat partly concealing the gooseberry eyes 332
and the wrinkled, canny old features. Not far away, the white snake twined in a bush, its forked tongue flickering.
“Gone where?” I asked her, my mind searching for the right questions, not to waste the opportunity as I had before.
“Home. Vârful cu Negur˘a. Where else?”
“You’re talking as if he is Costi. But he can’t be. Costi drowned. Cezar and I saw it. One moment he was swimming, the next he was gone.”
“Think, Jena. You’re on the raft. You’ve just given up your treasure and received a gift of great power in return. You’re frightened. The raft floats out on the water, far out, beyond a safe margin. What then? Tell me the story. Think hard.”
“How do you know all this?”
“I was there.” The witch smiled; the moonlight glanced off her little pointed teeth. Nothing comes without a price.
She was right: I really had been stupid. I looked down at the crown in my hands. “A gift of great power,” I said softly.
“What are you saying? I couldn’t be queen of the fairies. That was a child’s wish.”
“You won the nearest thing I could grant you, little brave adventurer that you were: free entry into the Other Kingdom for you and your sisters, for as long as you needed it. Each of you got what she most desired from it: for Paula it was scholarly company, for Stela little friends to love. Iulia’s wishes were simple—to dress up and dance, to enter a world more remarkable and vibrant than your own could ever be. Tati waited a long time for her reward. She is still waiting, but what she most longs for will come soon enough, if Sorrow can win it for her.”
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I could hardly breathe. “And what about me?”
“The satisfaction of pleasing those you loved. The escape; the freedom; the Otherness. And more, if you learned to recognize it. You had to grow and change, Jena. So did your cousins.
I did not act from sheer mischief that day by the lake. For the good of Piscul Dracului, for the wildwood, for the valley, I made a choice. Three choices. Three wishes.”
“I was on the raft.” I grasped for old memories. “It floated out too far. Costi swam after it to save me. He was scared. Nobody swims in the Deadwash, not if they value their life. But he did. He got his hands on the raft; he got me more than halfway back. Then . . .” Then he got into difficulties, and I had to rescue you, Jena. I went back in for Costi, but he had disappeared under the water.
Hands pulled him down—the witch’s hands. I could still hear Cezar telling the story, coaching me, word for word, so I would get it right when we had to tell our parents. It wasn’t my story—it was his.
“Go on, Jena.”
“I was scared. I had my hands over my eyes. I didn’t see anything until I got back to the shore. I know the raft tipped up and I nearly fell in. I opened my eyes when I landed, and it was Cezar pushing the raft, not Costi.”
“And after that? Did you look out across the water? Did you see Costi?”
