I doubt it was with dietary supplements. I think it all ties in together. The weird reproductive anomalies, the emptiness of the ecosystem, it all comes back to the Descolada bodies, and Mother won't let me examine them. She won't let me study what they are, how they work, how they might be involved with - "
"With the piggies."
"Well, of course, but not just them, all the animals - "
The Speaker looked like he was suppressing excitement. As if she had explained something difficult. "The night that Pipo died, she locked the files showing all her current work, and she locked the files containing all the Descolada research. Whatever she showed Pipo had to do with the Descolada bodies, and it had to do with the piggies - "
"That's when she locked the files?" asked Ela.
"Yes. Yes."
"Then I'm right, aren't I."
"Yes," he said. "Thank you. You've helped me more than you know."
"Does this mean that you'll speak Father's death soon?"
The Speaker looked at her carefully. "You don't want me to Speak your father, really. You want me to Speak your mother."
"She isn't dead."
"But you know I can't possibly Speak Marc o without explaining why he married Novinha, and why they stayed married all those years."
"That's right. I want all the secrets opened up. I want all the files unlocked. I don't want anything hidden."
"You don't know what you're asking," said the Speaker. "You don't know how much pain it will cause if all the secrets come out."
"Take a look at my family, Speaker," she answered. "How can the truth cause any more pain than the secrets have already caused?"
He smiled at her, but it was not a mirthful smile. It was - affectionate, even pitying. "You're right," he said, "completely right, but you may have trouble realizing that, when you hear the whole story."
"I know the whole story, as far as it can be known."
"That's what everybody thinks, and nobody's right."
"When will you have the Speaking?"
"As soon as I can."
"Then why not now? Today? What are you waiting for?"
"I can't do anything until I talk to the piggies."
"You're joking, aren't you? Nobody can talk to the piggies except the Zenadors. That's by Congressional Order. Nobody can get past that."
"Yes," said the Speaker. "That's why it's going to be hard."
"Not hard, impossible - "
"Maybe," he said. He stood; so did she. "Ela, you've helped me tremendously. Taught me everything I could have hoped to learn from you. Just like Olhado did. But he didn't like what I did with the things he taught me, and now he thinks I betrayed him."
"He's a kid. I'm eighteen."
The Speaker nodded, put his hand on her shoulder, squeezed. "We're all right then. We're friends."
She was almost sure there was irony in what he said. Irony and, perhaps, a plea. "Yes," she insisted. "We're friends. Always."
He nodded again, turned away, pushed the boat from shore, and splashed after it through the reeds and muck. Once the boat was fairly afloat, he sat down and extended the oars, rowed, and then looked up and smiled at her. Ela smiled back, but the smile could not convey the elation she felt, the perfect relief. He had listened to everything, and understood everything, and he would make everything all right. She believed that, believed it so completely that she didn't even notice that it was the source of her sudden happiness. She knew only that she had spent an hour with the Speaker for the Dead, and now she felt more alive than she had in years.
She retrieved her shoes, put them back on her feet, and walked home. Mother would still be at the Biologista's Station, but Ela didn't want to work this afternoon. She wanted to go home and fix dinner; that was always solitary work. She hoped no one would talk with her. She hoped there'd be no problem she was expected to solve. Let this feeling linger forever.
Ela was only home for a few minutes, however, when Miro burst into the kitchen. "Ela," he said. "Have you seen the Speaker for the Dead?"
"Yes," she said. "On the river."
"Where on the river!"
If she told him where they had met, he'd know that it wasn't a chance meeting. "Why?" she asked.
"Listen, Ela, this is no time to be suspicious, please. I've got to find him. We've left messages for him, the computer can't find him - "
"He was rowing downriver, toward home. He's probably going to be at his house soon."