Come on, she said, and crossed the cavern.
Together, the chimaera and Misbegotten numbered somewhere near four hundred, which was probably more than the number of Kirin who had lived in this mountain in the tribes heyday, but there was room enough for all, and room enough to keep them separate. The seraphim could have the grand cavern; it was cold here. Her breath came out in clouds. Deeper down, the villages were warmed by geothermal heat. She made for a passage that would lead them to one. Not her own. She wanted to leave that one in peace, visit it alone, on her own time, if ever such a time came.
This way.
22
THE ABYSSS MAD GAWK
A whole chocolate cake, a bath, a bed. In that order. Zuzana ticked off three wishes on her fingers.
Mik nodded in appreciation. Not bad, he said. But no cake. Ill have goulash from Poison Kitchen, with apple strudel and tea. Then, yes: a bath and a bed.
Nope. Thats five. You used up your wishes on food.
My whole meal is my first wish. Goulash, strudel, tea.
Doesnt work that way. Wish fail. I win. You and your full belly will just have to watch while I take my magnificent hot bath and sleep in my wondrously soft warm bed. Hot bath, soft bedwhat a delirious fantasy. Zuzanas
aching muscles pleaded with her for mercy, but it was out of her power. They had no wishes; this was only a game.
Miks eyebrows lifted. Oh. I have to watch you bathe, do I? Poor me.
Yes , poor you. Wouldnt you rather bathe with me?
Indeed. He was solemn. Indeed I would. And the wish police will have a hard time keeping me out.
Wish police. Zuzana snorted.
Wish police? said Karou from the doorway.
They were in a series of small caves that Zuzana understood had constituted a family dwelling in the days of the Kirin. With four rooms, shaped with the flow of the rock, it was kind of like an apartment inside a mountain. It had its amenitiessome kind of natural heat, and even a rock closet with a sluice hole that strongly suggested a toilet (though Zuzana wanted confirmation of that before proceeding)but there was no apparent bath, or beds. There were some piled furs in the corner, but they were gross and old, and Zuzana was pretty sure that a variety of otherworldly vermin were living out rich, multigenerational sagas in them.
There was a whole complex of dwellings like this arranged around a kind of village squarea much smaller version of the extraordinary cavern theyd passed through on the way here. The soldiers were getting settled, not that there was much to settle. Well, Aegir the smith had work to do, and Thiago had gone off with his lieutenants to do whatever it is war types do before an epic battle. Zuzana could wrap her mind around none of that, and didnt want to. Not the truth about Thiago, and not the epic battle, either. If she tried, she started to shake and her mind switched channels on her, like it was flipping around looking for the kids programming orooh!Food Network.
Speaking of food, while Mik was scouting out the best spot for resurrection headquarters, Zuzana had taken a few minutes to help the funny little furred chimaera women, Vovi and Awar, set up a temporary kitchen and organize the supplies theyd brought from Morocco. It didnt do any harm to get in good with the food-providers, and she may have gotten a few dried apricots in the bargain.
A couple of months ago, if someone had told her shed get excited about a few dried apricots, shed have given them the eyebrow. Now she thought she could probably use them as currency, like cigarettes in prison.
Were playing Three Wishes, she told her friend. Cake, hot bath, soft bed. How about you?
World peace, said Karou.
Zuzana rolled her eyes. Yes, Saint Karou.
Cure for cancer, Karou went on. And unicorns for all.
Bluh. Nothing ruins Three Wishes like altruism. It has to be something for yourself, and if it doesnt include food, its a lie.
I did include food. I said unicorns, didnt I?
Mmm. Youre craving unicorn, are you? Zuzanas brow furrowed. Wait. Do they have those here?
Alas, no.
They did, said Mik. But Karou ate them all.
I am a voracious unicorn predator.
Well add that to your personals ad, said Zuzana.
Karous eyebrows shot up. My personals ad?
We might have been composing personals ads on the way here, she allowed. To pass the time.
Of course you were. So what was mine?
Well, we couldnt write them down, obviously, but I think it was something like: Beautiful interspecies badass seeks, um nonmortal enemy for uncomplicated courtship, long walks on the beach, and happily ever after ?
Karou didnt respond right away, and Zuzana saw that Mik was giving her a disapproving look. What? she replied by way of eyebrow. Shed left out the genocidal angels need not apply part, hadnt she? But then her friend dropped her face into her hands. Her shoulders started shaking, and Zuzana couldnt tell if it was from laughter or sobs. It had to be laughter, didnt it? Karou? she asked, worried.
Karou lifted her face back up, and there were no tears, but there wasnt a whole lot of mirth, either. Uncomplicated, she said. Whats that like?