the doors opened, she found herself in a large living room, with the floor tiled in rose- and cream-colored marbles, with the same kind of large, snug leather furnishings that had been on the plane. These chairs were softer, larger, yet remarkably similar, as if designed for comfort.
And once again, they gathered around a table, only this time it was very low, and set out with a dozen or more little offerings of cheeses and nuts and fruits and breads that they might eat as the hours passed.
A tall, cold glass of water was all she required just now.
Michael, his horn-rimmed glasses on, and wearing a battered tweed Norfolk jacket, sat bent over the day’s New York Times.
Only when they were both seated did he tear himself away, fold the paper neatly, and put it to the side.
She didn’t want him to take off the glasses. They were too appealing to her. And it struck her, suddenly, making her smile, that she rather liked having these two men with her, one on either side.
Vague fantasies of a ménage à trois flitted through her mind, but such things, as far as she knew, never really worked, and she could not imagine Michael either tolerating it or participating in it in any way. Sweeter, really, to think of things precisely the way they were.
You have another chance with Michael, she thought. You know you do, no matter what he may think. Don’t throw away the only love that’s ever really mattered to you. Be old enough and patient enough for kinds of love, seasons of it, be quiet in your soul so that when happiness comes again, if it ever does, you will know.
Michael had put away his glasses. He’d sat back, his ankle on his knee.
Ash had also relaxed into his chair.
We are the triangle, she thought, and I am the only one with bare knees, and feet tucked to the side as if I have something to conceal.
That made her laugh. The smell of the coffee distracted her. She realized the pot and cup were right in front of her, easy to reach.
But Ash reached to pour for her before she could do it, and he put the cup in her hand. He sat at her right, closer to her than he’d been in the plane. They were all closer. And it was the equilateral triangle again.
“Let me just talk to you,” Ash said suddenly. He’d made his fingers into the little steeple again and was pushing at his lower lip. There came the tiny scowl to the very inside tips of his eyebrows, and then it melted, and the voice went on, a bit sad. “This is hard for me, very hard, but I want to do it.”
“I realized that,” said Michael. “But why do you want to do it? Oh, I’m dying to hear your story, but why is it worth the pain?”
He thought for a moment, and Rowan could hardly bear to see the tiny signs of stress in his hands and his face.
“Because I want you to love me,” Ash said softly.
Once again, she was speechless, and faintly miserable.
But Michael just smiled in his usual frank fashion and said, “Then tell us everything, Ash. Just … shoot.”
Ash laughed at once. And then they all fell silent, but it was an easy silence.
And he began.
Twenty-five
ALL TALTOS ARE born knowing things—facts of history, whole legends, certain songs—the necessity for certain rituals, the language of the mother, and the languages spoken around her, the basic knowledge of the mother, and probably the mother’s finer knowledge as well.
Indeed, these basic endowments are rather like an uncharted vein of gold in a mountain. No Taltos knows how much can be drawn from this residual memory. With effort, amazing things can be discovered within one’s own mind. Some Taltos even know how to find their way home to Donnelaith, though why no one knows. Some are drawn to the far northern coast of Unst, the northernmost island of Britain, to look out over Burrafirth at the lighthouse of Muckle Flugga, searching for the lost land of our birth.
The explanation for this lies in the chemistry of the brain. It’s bound to be disappointingly simple, but we won’t understand it until we know precisely why salmon return to the river of their birth to spawn, or why a certain species of butterfly finds its way to one tiny area of forest when it comes time to breed.