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Subject: {ASSM} Journal Entry 151 / 00918  Reunion, Part 6 (0)
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Reunion, Part 6
Noren, Urim 03, 0918
The water surrounded him; the sound of bubbles rose around him as air
that had followed him down found its natural course back to the surface.
He had adjusted to the intense cold, and found pleasure in just floating
in the silent, crystalline water. As he floated a peculiar feeling swept
him, a feeling that seemed to come more from within his own brain then
from anything outside. He opened his eyes and headed for air.

As he broke surface, he looked around. "Greta?" She was nowhere to be
seen. And he was no longer in the pool of water he had jumped into
earlier; he was in what looked like a fountain, only it was obviously
deep enough to hold his body. It was also very still; only his treading
water disturbed the otherwise calm surface. The fountain was lined with
ancient, dusty-gray granite stones, each square-cut to fit against its
neighbor, and each overgrown with ivy. The day had been warm and sunny;
now clouds covered the sky and hid the overhead sun. He swam for the
edge and pulled himself out, looking around; he stood on the edge of
some sort of open theatre, long disused and overgrown. Much of the
stonework was cracked by the tenacity of nature pushing through it.
Nickolai turned around; behind the fountain stood a great, curved wall,
and in English writing, obscured by the climbing ivy, it read:

    WHO CAN CONTROL HIS FATE?

    - OTHELLO, ACT V, SCENE II. Wm. SHAKESPEARE.


"Not me," Nickolai sighed gently.

"Perhaps not," a masculine voice said behind him. "But that should not
stop you from seeing it."

Nickolai turned around, surprised. "Who are you?"

"Call me Hal," the man replied. "No relation to Hal Masters, of course,
but still... Hal."

"Hal," Nickolai said, smiling. "Three quarters of Hall?"

"Something like that. I'm here to keep your mind occupied."

"For how long?"

The man, an older man using a cane to stand, and dressed in a flowing
white robe that draped off of his shoulders, walked forward and laid his
hand on Nickolai's shoulder. "It's been long enough." He smiled and
turned his back, walking up the stairs and out of sight through the
theatre. "Hey!" Nickolai shouted, to no avail as the elderly man
disappeared. Nickolai ran after him. Beyond the rotting stone archway of
the theatre the stone turned to sand and reeds grew up out of the sand
around him. He ran, feeling a need to run now more than a desire to
catch the old man, and as he ran the sounds of pounding surf caught his
ear.

He ran harder still, his lungs starting to burn, his body starting to
pound with his straining heart. He ran fast, faster than he thought he
had ever run before, and when the reeds ended and the sand path ejected
onto the beach, he stumbled forwards, losing his footing and falling
forward into the sand.

"Ooof!" he said, rolling before sitting up on his hand and knees,
shaking the sand free of his hair and his clothes. "Yech."

"Oy!" a voice said to his right. "Are you okay?"

"Um... Yeah," he said. "I think so." Nickolai looked down at himself,
bewildered. He was still wearing the T-shirt and jeans he had worn on
the walk to the Hall. Only his shoes were missing.

"Where did you come from?"

"Right..." Nickolai turned around, looking back at an unbroken wall of
reeds. His appreciation for what was happening to him caught up with the
rest of his confusion. "Let me guess. There's no theater back there, is
there?"

"What kind of theatre?" the voice, belonging to a male Ssphynx with
long, shaggy fur that leant him vaguely leonine look. He smiled down at
Nickolai.

"Stone. Kinda old?"

"Nope. Lived here nearly eight centuries and I've never seen nothing
like that. Where were you before you came here?"

"The Great Hall."

"Aye," the Ssphynx said. "You're a long way from home then, aren't you?
Name's Kedar."

"Nickolai," Nickolai said as he accepted the Ssphynx's hand and rose to
a sitting position. "Where am I?"

"It's name is Gaerdim," the Ssphynx replied. "I named it when I found
it, two centuries ago. It was a dark and dreary day, I remember. Kinda
like today. So you came through the Hall. Congratulations, son. I
imagine you'd be wanting to head on back towards civilization?"

Nickolai nodded. Kedar continued, "Well, I'm afraid the nearest SDisk is
twenty kilometers from here, and you'll have to walk to get there. I
wouldn't recommend you try it until tomorrow. There's gonna be a hell of
a storm tonight."

"Can you... can you tell where I could find shelter?"

"Sure," the Ssphynx replied. "Come on, I'll show you my home." He led
Nickolai up the beach a short distance, in the direction opposite where
he had indicated the SDisk would be, and over a rickety wooden bridge
that had been erected so the Ssphynx could walk over the dune without
disturbing the sand. On the other side of the dune sat a squat, colorful
home with a front porch facing along the line of the beach. Apparently
made of cement bricks and mortar, it had been painted with ocean motifs;
curling waves crashed towards the back of the house as white seagulls
floated over them. Plants were hung along the length of the porch, their
long leaves dangling downwards from their pots towards the ground. "It's
not much, but I've lived here for a long time."

"How long?" Nickolai asked.

"Almost eight centuries," the Ssphynx repeated. Nickolai's mind, boggled
at the thought the first time, still didn't want to parse that phrase
correctly. "You're the first person to come this way since I moved
here."

"You've lived here all by yourself?" Nickolai asked. Alone for a
thousand years, out here, with nothing but yourself? This male must be
mad!

"That's right. It's quiet out here. No folks, not too many machines.
Just me and my ocean."

Nickolai nodded. "Maybe I should head for the SDisk tonight. It'll be
cooler, and I wouldn't want to disturb your solitude."

"Naah, that's all right. You got kicked out here for a reason, and I may
be a hermit, but I'll be damned if I'm going to be a bad host." The
Ssphynx grinned. "Come on, I'll feed you some chowder I've got lying
around."

Still wary, but appreciating the Ssphynx's company, Nickolai decided to
accept. "I'd appreciate that," he said, his stomach suddenly informing
him of just how starving he really felt.

"Well, if you're going to be a Pendorian, you've got to learn to eat
like one." He led Nickolai in through a battered screen door, then
wandered over to a large metal pot (Nickolai thought "cauldron" might be
a good word to describe it) and dished out a large helping of brown,
meat-laden soup. "Here," the old Ssphynx said. "Eat."

Nickolai accepted the bowl gratefully. "What time is it?"

"Nearing dark, I imagine." The Ssphynx padded towards the window, which
had no glass, and peered out. "And that storm's comin' in somethin'
strong. Seeing as your my guest, can I get some help from you to close
up the storm shutters?"

Nickolai nodded around a mouthful of hot soup. "Yes," he finally said
after swallowing.

"I appreciate it. Eat fast, son."

Nickolai did as instructed, and then he and the Ssphynx walked around
the house, latching down wooden storm shutters, pulling in the potted
plants, lashing down some larger items the Ssphynx had scattered around
his house. From the look of the place, Nickolai could see old trees
towering a few hundred meters back from the shoreline. The Ssphynx had
chosen some natural outcropping of sand and shell that spread back from
the dunes on which to build his home. Behind the house, Nickolai now
saw, a stream flowed by slowly, bringing the house fresh water. A few
droplets fell on his head as they tied a picnic table down to a pair of
palm trees that erupted from the sand. "The rain's begun," Nickolai
said.

"I felt it." They ran into the house, and he Ssphynx closed the door,
throwing two heavy beams of timber over it to keep it closed. "I get
these storms from time to time. Tonight looks to be a real blower, but I
think we'll come through all right."

The rain did indeed began to fall, at first lightly. But then the wind
picked up and howled outside, and as Nickolai sat in the one chair in
the house and wondered, nervously, what he could do to pass the time.
"Tell me something, K..."

"Kedar," the Ssphynx replied. "Don't worry about it. You're probably the
first living thing to hear it since I left civilization behind. Nice
thing about Pendor. It'll be millions of years before the place gets
crowded. That's my ocean out there, even though it's the size of all
Terra's waters put together. But nobody else lives on that ocean. It's
mine alone."

Nickolai nodded, thinking back to the day when he and Furry had made
love on the Vinyare' beach and he had been so impressed, so wondrous
that they had been alone, just he and Jofuran. So alone in fact that
they had made love on a warm beach under a blazing sun and nobody had
been the wiser.

But this, Kedar's kind of alone, was more than he could bear imagining.
He was glad, at the end of their day, that he had had a place to return
to, with live people to talk to. "Kedar..."

"Aye?"

"Why do you live all the way out here?"

"Because when I was born Shardik broke a promise to me."

Nickolai looked up. "What kind of promise?"

"He made a promise to let me be free. But he also threatened to kill me
if I got out of line."

"You, or all Ssphynx?"

"All Ssphynx. Son, there's something wrong with the Ssphynx brain. It's
hard to describe. But it's a serious problem. Ssphynxes weren't
programmed to be social. Somehow a serious case of xenophobia lives in
all the first gen Ssphynxes. Maybe it was our shape or something.
Doesn't matter what it was. Of the whole hrair of Ssphynxes that Shardik
made, less than a thousand integrated into Pendor."

Nickolai nodded. "Where are the rest of the Ssphynxes?"

"Oh, I imagine most of them made it back eventually. I can't imagine
ninety percent of a species becoming lonely hermits, like me."

Nickolai nodded. "Why don't you come home?"

"Habit," the old man said. "I got my Nixie friend who comes by once a
year to give me stuff she thinks I'll need. I lost count a long time
ago. Only reason I know what time it is is Nixie tells me." A
thunderbolt crackled outside, startling Nickolai.

"How about you, son? What makes you come this way?"

Nickolai decided to start at the beginning and work his way all the way
through to today. He explained meeting Jofuran, falling in love with
her, Shardik's deal, everything he could remember about that fateful
summer two years ago. Then he progressed forward until he came to today,
when he walked out, or rather ran out, onto the beach.

The Ssphynx nodded quietly during the whole thing, then stretched and
yawned. "There's not much we can do about the storm outside. I've got
some spare bedding and the like," he said, rising and tossing Nickolai
some blankets. "I'm afraid there's not much more for you except the
floor."

Nickolai nodded, laying most of the blankets out on the floor to provide
some padding. The night was warm, like the day had been. The rain came
down in torrents outside, and Nickolai eventually found sleep.

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The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik 
and Related Tales.

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Copyright 1993 Elf Mathieu Sternberg.
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