Gods of Jade and Shadow - Silvia Moreno-Garcia Page 0,72
before she would not have dared such a thing, but now she simply walked in and sat at the edge of his bed, comfortable in their familiarity.
“What now?” she asked. “Do we head out?”
“Yes. First I need to phone Loray,” he replied.
“Is that about the wire he needs to send you?”
“And more.”
Hun-Kamé lifted the heavy phone receiver and asked for the operator. He had also changed, switching the gray traveling suit for a navy jacket and trousers. He looked dapper. She watched him as he stood by the window, and she smiled. But the smile slid off her face as she wondered if she should be so familiar with him. She pivoted between conflicting desires, notions she could not even articulate.
Hun-Kamé placed the receiver down and turned to her, sliding his hands into his pockets.
“He is wiring me money; it should arrive come morning,” he said.
“You don’t seem too pleased,” she replied.
“I was hoping he’d know where I can find the Uay Chivo.”
“And he doesn’t.”
“No, but he had a suggestion.”
She recalled Loray’s suggestion that she cut off her hand. Somehow she didn’t think whatever he’d told Hun-Kamé was very nice. Odds were it involved her too.
“I don’t have any more hair you can cut, if you mean to use that to map your way,” Casiopea replied, touching the short bangs across her forehead. When she looked in the mirror she did not quite recognize herself, the hair hitting her cheekbones.
“I could not summon ghosts right this instant even if I tried,” he replied.
“But the illusions, you make those. And the trick with the languages,” she protested.
“I told you. I’m far from home and I am not growing stronger. A little more and even that power may be beyond me, who knows.”
He said this, but to her he looked no different than the day before. He stood tall and straight and strong, no weakness in his form. She, on the other hand, could feel a headache coming. Casiopea dragged a hand across her forehead. She’d slept on the train and still felt tired. She was an energetic girl, used to getting up with the dawn and working hard, and yet that day she was as frail as a lady who had never lifted a finger in her life.
“Do you have any ideas? Do you even know what the Uay Chivo looks like?”
“Like a sorcerer, like a goat,” he replied staidly.
Casiopea did not think there was a half man, half goat with burning eyes casually walking around the streets of El Paso; the creature of legend from the southern peninsula’s jungles waiting to catch a tram.
“What aren’t you saying?” she asked, eyeing Hun-Kamé carefully; between his smooth, concise words lay a thorn.
“There is a witch,” he said. “She will know about the Uay Chivo.”
“What is the catch?”
She’d learned by now there was one and there was no point in mincing words, pretending she didn’t expect it. Best to pluck the truth out.
“She’ll want to be paid. And she won’t take a coin,” he told her.
Casiopea pressed her lips together, looking down at the floor.
“It’s blood,” he said.
“Of course it is,” she said, her hands clutching the covers. “I can imagine it’s not your blood.”
“No.”
“Then there’s no choice, is there? I have to do it, as usual. You don’t do anything. Well, fine, here, have the blood,” she said, rising and offering him her wrists. “Have it,” she continued, lifting her wrists. “What? I feel like I should sleep for three days straight, but no matter. What’s a bit of blood at this point.”
He said nothing, and she slapped his chest, furious at his dour expression. At this he did react, by catching her wrists, although he did not seem upset. He held her hands.
“I know I ask many things of—”
“You ask everything!”
“You will be repaid,” he said, touching the silver bracelet, as if reminding her of his generosity, the possible avenues of wealth offered to her.
Casiopea rolled her eyes. “My heart’s desire. And what if I can’t—”
She clamped her mouth shut. What if she couldn’t have what she wanted. She wasn’t even sure what she’d ask him for if she could. Anyway, she needed him to remove the stupid bone shard. And when had there been a god who was not demanding? Tribute was to be expected, and she wouldn’t have him saying she’d been a coward.
Casiopea pulled her hands away.
“We should find the witch, then,” she said.
“If you want to, you could rest,” he offered, gracious.