Mortis lighted beside a funeral home. It was still night, here in San Diego, or wee morning, and the place was quiet.
The entrance was locked, but it opened at the touch of the Deathgloves; no physical barrier could bar Death. They went in and found their way to the freezer vaults, where the recent bodies were stored for the required waiting period. Zane used his gems to locate the specific drawer where the dancing girl lay, and drew it out. He had not realized before he made the effort that the gems would orient on a soulless body if he willed it; they were more versatile than he had known.
There she lay, definitely dead, not pretty in the manner of a corpse laid out for display with its eyes and mouth stapled shut, its guts eviscerated, and its blood replaced by embalming fluid; she was just a cold corpse.
"Definitely an unusual date," Luna murmured.
Zane opened his bag and drew out the girl"s soul. He shook it gently, unfolding it, then placed it over the corpse. "This is as far as I can go to "
The soul sank into the stiff body. In a moment the naked torso shuddered, and the eyes cracked open. Ragged breathing resumed.
"She"s alive!" Luna exclaimed. "We must get her out of the drawer!"
"Nature wasn"t bluffing!" Zane said. "She restored this girl!" He slid his arms around the girl"s chill torso and lifted her up. She remained stiff, as if the rigor mortis had not yet worn off, yet she was alive and could move somewhat.
Luna helped him carry the girl to a warmer chamber. They worked on her hands and feet, chafing warmth and flexibility back into them, but it was not enough. Her breathing became shallower, and the stiffness did not abate.
"She must be warmed," Luna said. "Otherwise she will perish again. She was in the freezer too long, and whatever spell Nature made seems to be only temporary. I must use magic "
"But that will increase your burden of sin!" Zane protested.
"What difference does it make? I am already doomed to h.e.l.l." Luna brought out a gem.
Zane let her do it, knowing that what she said was true. The use of black magic could not really damage her case now. Yet it was ironic that she should be further d.a.m.ned for this good cause. Sometimes there seemed to be no justice in the Hereafter.
Luna activated the stone. A soft blue effulgence surrounded it. She brought it near the cold body of the dancer, and immediately the body warmed and softened. Zane"s arms, holding the girl upright, were touched by the radiation, and a gentle but potent heat was generated in them. "This is like a microwave oven!" he exclaimed.
"Similar principle," Luna agreed. "Anything science can do, magic can do, and vice versa. But the mechanisms differ."
Now the girl recovered quickly. Her breathing deepened, her body became limber, and her color improved. "W what?" she asked.
Zane was still supporting her. At the moment she spoke, he was standing behind her, arms around to her front, just beneath her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. It took some effort and leverage to keep a half dead body standing. His position did not change, but his awareness of it did. This was not the way a man held a living girl especially not a naked one. Yet if he let her go, and she turned about and looked into the face of Death Luna appreciated the problem at the same time. "We must get you some clothing, dear," she said to the girl.
Zane continued to support her while Luna searched the premises. As Luna looked, she talked, rea.s.suring the girl. "You won"t be feeling too well at the moment, dear. You see, you overdid the dancing and lost consciousness. They thought you were dead and put you in a vault. That"s why you feel so cold."
"So cold," the girl agreed, beginning to shiver.
Luna found a blanket and brought it over. "Wrap yourself in this. There"s one other thing we must explain. You have had a very close call so close that Death was summoned to collect your soul. But it turned out to be well, he decided not to take you, after all. So don"t be alarmed; Death is departing, not arriving."
"Death?" The girl"s wits were not too bright, understandably.
Zane released her as Luna helped her drape the blanket. The girl turned and for the first time saw Death"s face. She gasped, but accepted it.
"Death doesn"t take anyone who isn"t ready to go," Luna said rea.s.suringly. "He is really your friend, not your enemy. However, you will have to explain to your acquaintances about this. Tell them that you sank so low you saw Death, but he pa.s.sed you by. It will bring you some deserved notoriety."
"Oh, yes," the girl agreed faintly. "Pleased to meet you. Death. I"ve heard so much about you." But she did not seem thrilled.
In due course they got the girl to her friends, who welcomed her like one returned from the dead. "And stay away from strange slippers," Luna cautioned her in parting.
They rode Mortis back to Kilvarough, galloping through the sky into the dawn. "Some date," Luna repeated, and kissed Zane farewell. "Shall we call it love, hereafter?"
"Is it?" he asked, genuinely uncertain. What he felt for Luna was deeper and broader than what he had felt for any woman before, but not intense.
She frowned. "No, not yet." She smiled a little sadly. "Perhaps there will be time."
BUREAUCRACY.
Zane went to work on his backlogged case load. He was continuing to grow more proficient, orienting on a given soul anywhere in the world well within the time his Deathwatch showed. Even so, he found himself becoming increasingly thoughtful about the nature of his office. Death was not the calamity of life, but a necessary part of life, the transition to the Afterlife. The tragedy was not dying, but dying out of turn, before the natural course of a given life was run. So many people brought their terminations upon themselves by indulging in suicidal endeavors, getting into strong mind affecting drugs, or tampering with black magic. Yet he himself had been as foolish, trying to kill himself because of his loss of a woman about whom he no longer cared.
In a way, he realized, he had not really been living until he left his life. He had been born again, in death.
Now, as he got well into the office of Death, he began to believe he could fill it well. It was intent, more than capacity, that made the difference. Probably, his predecessor could have done a superior job but hadn"t bothered. Zane had less ability, but a strong desire to do right. He did not have to be a specter. He could try to make each person"s necessary transition from life to Afterlife gentle. Why should anyone fear it?
Of course, he was still in his initiation period. If the powers that were didn"t approve his performance, his personal balance of good and evil would suffer, and he would be doomed to h.e.l.l when he left the office. But as far as he knew, he could not be removed from the office by any other power. Not as long as he was careful. So if he was willing to d.a.m.n his soul, he could continue indefinitely, doing the job right.
Yes, that was it. "d.a.m.n Eternity!" he swore. "I know what"s right, and I"m going to do it. If G.o.d d.a.m.ns me or Satan blesses me, then it"s too bad, but I"ve got to have faith in my own honest judgment." Suddenly he felt much better; his self doubt had been ameliorated.
His current client was underground, in the general vicinity of Nashville, the rustic song capital. This was no problem for Mortis, who merely phased down through the ground, carrying Zane along. He saw the strata of sand, gravel, and different kinds of rock, until he reached a sloping shaft through a vein of coal and came to the chamber where two miners had been trapped by a recent cavein. There was no hope for them; air was limited, and it would take days for others to clear the shaft of rubble.
It was completely dark, but Zane could see well enough. It seemed his office imbued him with magic vision, so that mere blackness could not stay him from his appointed rounds. The men were lying against a wall of rubble, conserving their strength and breath; they knew there was no way out.
"h.e.l.lo," Zane said, feeling awkward.
One of the miners turned his head. The pupils of his eyes were enormous as they tried to see and, of course, Zane became apparent, magically. "Don"t look now," the man murmured, "but I think we"re about to cash in our green stamps.",1,1, Of course the other looked and saw. The caped skull!
That"s Death!"
"Yes," Zane said. "I have come for one of you. "You"ve come for us both," the first miner said. "We"ve only got air for an hour, maybe less."
Zane glanced at his watch. "Less," he said. "G.o.d, I don"t want to die!" the second miner said.
"But I knew when I heard the cave in start that it was hopeless. We were living on borrowed time anyway, with all the safety violations the company wouldn"t fix. If I"d been smart, I"da gotten out of this business!"
"Where would you have gone?" the first miner asked.
The other sighed. "Nowhere. I"m fooling myself; this is the only job I can handle." He looked again at Zane. "How much time?"
"Nine minutes," Zane replied.
"Time enough to shrive me."
"What?"
"Confess me. You know, my religion, final rites. I never was a good churchman, but I want to go to Heaven!"
The second miner laughed harshly. "I know I"m not going there!"
Zane brought the Sinstone near. "You are bound for Heaven," he told the first. "You are in doubt," he told the second. "That is why I must take your soul personally."
"In doubt? What does that mean?"
"Your soul is balanced between good and evil, so it is uncertain whether you will go to Heaven or to h.e.l.l, or abide awhile in Purgatory."
The man laughed. "That"s a relief!"
"A relief?"
"As long as I do go to one place or another. I don"t care if it"s h.e.l.l. I know I deserve it. I"ve cheated on my wife, stolen from the government you name it, I"ve done it, and I"m ready to pay."
"You don"t fear h.e.l.l?"
"Only one thing I fear, and that is being in a cramped box like this, with the air running out and me helpless for eternity. For an hour I can stand it, but not forever. I don"t care what else happens to me, as long as it isn"t that."
"I care!" the first miner said. "I"m so scared, I"m near gibbering!" care!" the first miner said. "I"m so scared, I"m near gibbering!"
Zane considered. He realized that the dying needed someone to hold their hands, not to shun them. It was hard enough for any person to relate to the unrelatable. Zane had to try to help. "I came for the one in balance, but I think the other needs my service more."
"Sure, help him," the balanced client said. "I won"t say I like dying, but I can handle it, I guess. I knew the odds when I signed up for this job. Maybe I"ll like h.e.l.l."
Zane sat beside the other. "How can I help you?"
"Shrive me, I told you; that will help some."
"But I"m no priest; I"m not even of your religion."
"You are Death; you"ll do!"
That must be true. "Then I will listen and judge but I know already your sin is not great."
"One thing," the man said, troubled. "One thing"s haunted me for decades. My mother "
"Your mother!" Zane said, feeling a familiar shock.
"I think I killed her. I " The miner paused. "Are you all right. Death? You look pale, even for you."
"I understand about killing mothers," Zane said.
"That"s good. She I was just a teenager when well, she was in this wing of the hospital, and "
"I understand," Zane repeated. He reached out and took the man"s hand. He knew his own gloved fingers felt like bare bones, but the miner did not shy away.
"She had cancer, and I knew she was in pain, but "
Zane squeezed his hand.
Rea.s.sured, the miner continued: "I visited her, and one day she asked me to step outside the room and read what it said on the you know, above the door, what kind of word it was. So I went out and looked, and there was something written there, but I couldn"t read it. It was in Latin, I think. I went back and told her that, and she asked whether it was she spelled it out, letter by letter, and you know, she was right, that"s what it was. So I agreed that was it, wondering how she had known it, and she thanked me. I thought she was pleased."
The miner took a shuddering breath. "And next moming she was dead. The doctor said she seemed just to have given up and died in the night. No one knew why, because she had been fighting so hard to live before. But I I checked into it and found out that that word in Latin I had spelled for her it meant incurable. I had told her there was no hope, and so she quit trying. I guess I killed her."
"But you didn"t know!" Zane protested.
"I should have known. I should have "
"Then you did her a favor," Zane said. "The others were hiding the truth from her, keeping her alive and in pain. You released her from doubt." He was speaking for himself as much as for the miner. "There is no sin on your soul for that."
"No, I shouldn"t have let her know!"
"Would it have been right to preserve her life by a lie?" Zane asked. "Would your soul have been cleaner then?"
"It wasn"t my place to "
"Come off it!" the other miner said. "You were guilty of ignorance. Nothing else. / wouldn"t have known what those Latin words were either."
"How would you know?" the first one snapped. "You weren"t there!"
"I guess not," the second miner admitted wryly. "I don"t even know who my mother was."
The first miner paused, set back. "There is that," he conceded. Somehow it seemed that in making that technical concession, he was also accepting the human point. At least he had known his mother and cared about her.
"Now, I"m no philosopher," the second said. "I"m a sinner from way back. But maybe if I"d had a mother like yours, a good woman, I would have turned out better. So take it from one who hasn"t any right to say it: you should remember your mother, not with guilt or grief, but with grat.i.tude for the pleasure she gave you while she lived, for the way she steered you toward Heaven instead of h.e.l.l."
"For a sinner, you"ve got quite an insight! But if I could only have helped her live longer "
"Longer in a box with the air turning bad?" the other asked.
"No, I agree," Zane said. "It was time to end it. These things are scheduled in ways no mortal comprehends. She knew that, though you did not. If there had been a chance for survival, she might have been willing to fight on through, for the sake of her family, for the things she had to do on Earth. But there wasn"t, so it was best that she not torture herself any longer. She put aside life as you would put aside a piece of equipment going bad, and she went out of the gloom of the depths of the mine and on up to the brightness of Heaven."
"I don"t know." The man was breathing shallowly now, not finding enough oxygen in the air. He seemed to be more sensitive to this deprivation than his companion was. Zane had no problem; evidently his magic helped him this way, too. He was still discovering things about his office.
"You will join her there," Zane concluded. "There in Heaven. She will thank you herself."
The miner did not answer, so Zane released his hand and turned to the other, his true client. "Are you sure there is nothing I can do for you?"
The man considered. "You know, I"m a cynic, but I guess I do sort of crave some meaning in life, or at least some understanding. There"s this song going "round in my head, and it sort of grabs me, and I think it means something, but I don"t know what."
"I"m not expert at meaning," Zane said. "But I can try. What is the song?"
"I don"t know the t.i.tle or anything. It"s just, I guess it"s an old whaling song. Maybe I have whaling blood in my veins. It goes what I can remember goes like this: ... and the whale gave aflunder with its tail, and the boat capsized, and I lost my darling man, and he"ll never, never sail again. Great G.o.d! And he"ll never sail again. It"s that "Great G.o.d!" that gets me. I don"t give a d.a.m.n about G.o.d, never did, but I feel it, and I don"t know why."
Zane suspected the man cared more about G.o.d than he thought, but did not make an issue of that. "It"s an exclamation," he said, intrigued by the fragment. There was indeed feeling in it, as of a wildly grieving widow crying out in pain. "It"s a protest. Great G.o.d! Why did this have to happen? For a sunken ship, or a mine cavein. Great G.o.d!"