A Twist in Time (43 page)

Are you okay, Lucy?” He felt for her in the darkness. His hands skimmed her face. They were trembling.

“Yes. Yes.” She was just a little breathless. “And you?”

“I am sore from where they
b ateth
me, no more.” He paused. “Where are we?”

“Under the Palace of Fine Arts in San Francisco. No one will find the machine here.” He gathered her into his arms. “You knew the quake was coming, didn’t you? That’s what you meant when you said the earth would help us.”

“
Ja.
I can feel the earth, Lucy. I speak this to you before.”

“Your mother was right after all.” Lucy thought about his connection to animals. “I think you had it in you all along.” He could now be to his people what they expected of him. He could take his brother’s place. It was what Galen had wanted all his life. And she must not keep him from his happiness. This was his story, after all, not hers. She was just along for the ride.

She had never felt so small, so insignificant, so wrong.

“The Norns wove it,” he agreed softly.

She was glad she couldn’t see him. That meant he couldn’t see her. All she had to do was keep her voice steady and he’d never know that sending him back was like ripping out her intestines.

“You can finally go back to your own time. The machine is safe. It will come back here now when you are done with it, where no one will find it.”

“
Ja.
”

One word. Flat. That was it then.

“But that would not be right,” he whispered.

She tried to breathe.
Don’t push him. He’s not the kind of guy who can be pushed.

“I was thinking, Lucy, while we ride the horses. You came to my time because you thought the Norns wove that for you. You speak this to me. I remember. You name it ‘destiny.’ ”

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She nodded.

“We both look for our fate. I think we have it, Lucy.”

“You . . . you certainly found yours.”

“Both. Did we not both lust until we were mad with it? Did we not lust under the moon of the vernal equinox? It was then that I hear the land and water and air.”

“So use your gift. Be what your people need.”

“But the land and the water, they were not sick in my time. They are sick now. I think my destiny is here, with you and your time.” His words came out of the dark, hesitant. “The land and water need protection.”

She wanted nothing more than for him to stay, whether he loved her or not, whether he was constant or not, difficult or not. But what did she contribute? “You may be right.”

The silence hung between them.

“Lucy?” His voice had gotten even more tentative.

She cleared her throat and tried to sound brisk. “It sounds to me like your powers come from a connection with something the Greeks called Gaia. They thought the world was a living being.

Not like a god or goddess, more like a person. It breathes and thinks and plans.”

“
Ja.
That is how it is to me.”

He wasn’t touching her. That was good. If he touched her, she might break into tiny shards like the glass in the lab.

The silence stretched.

“If we aren’t going to use the machine, I . . . I guess we should go.”
Go where? Do what?
She shoved herself up.

He grabbed for her hand. “Lucy,” he said, his voice raw. “I hear what you say not. Know this. I cannot do this thing without you. You think you are not enough, Lucy, like I did. I know not who told you this. My brother spoke from his grave to me. But it is not true. We are enough.”

“You are . . . wonderful,” she managed, though he had hold of her wrist and that thing was happening where jolts shot to her loins. “Magic, even. But what do I bring?”

“You jest with me.” His brows drew together like they did in those first days when he was in pain.

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“I’m not jesting. You need help with the language for about another week. I know you’re disappointed that a sword is not the weapon of choice here, but you’ll be a charter member of the NRA in no time. You’ve got all the money you need, assuming the boat is still anchored off Pescadero Point. I . . . I’ll just be a drag on you.”

He got enough of that speech to get the drift. “You drive carts. You sail. You killed a man. You saved the machine, Lucy. You are brave and strong. You are so beautiful a man’s eyes are sore.

And you have mildness in your heart for man and dog. How is this not enough? At first, when I come here, I yearn for a time when I do not need you. Is this the way to be a man, to need a woman for everything? But I need you, Lucy. And now that feels right and true. How can I use what the gods give me when I know nothing of this world? You will know how to use what I am.

Together we are wonderful. Without you, I can do nothing. The world is lost.”

“Great. I’m the practical one.”

“
Ja.
You feel when things are sooth like me. The earth calls to you, too. No scalds will sing our story each by each. We are only enough together, Lucy. My destiny. Your destiny also.”

He was saying that his story
was
her story. But he offered a business partnership that came with a haze of marvelous sex. Valhalla, where sex and feasting and drinking were supposed to be enough to satisfy you. Did they?

And he was wrong about her being the strong one. That was just the problem. Jake, too, had believed she was a person she was not.

Yet, she would never have believed she could find the courage to go back in time to look for a different kind of life or that she could lie to the police or pull stitches out of a Viking’s flesh or kill Casey. Maybe she
was
that person Jake and Galen thought her.

“Faugh,” Galen said into the dark and her considering silence. “You demand yet more from me.

You would tear out a man’s heart to see it beat? Then hear this. You. You are my fate, as much as the gift. I will wed you, Lucy, if you would have a warrior with no weapon of value, a man who has no time, one who needs you. I am little enough to protect you. But I will give my life trying. You want equal partners. I will try. This I vow. Can you ask more, woman?”

The disgust in his voice was so . . . Galen. And the declaration was Galen, too. He did not make it lightly. He made it with the power of his heart, and the honor in his soul. No woman could want more.

She had gone back to find a time where magic was still possible. Who said that magic wasn’t possible in this time? Galen thought cars and elevators and zippers were magic. Maybe they were. Maybe we missed the magic that happened all around us every day. Maybe the real magic was the work you had to do to make yourself into the person who could push and shove the world forward. No easy answers. No eating all you want to lose weight. Galen had a gift that could only be called magic, and it was not like to be an easy answer for him. His way in this time
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would be hard. But she couldn’t deny her world could use a man who heard what was right for the earth. And maybe there was another kind of magic at work here, the magic a man and woman made between them. Lord, that wasn’t any kind of an easy answer. But she had felt the rightness. She could understand him, as perhaps no other woman could.

“I cannot ask more.”

She felt him holding his breath. What was he waiting for?
Ahhh.
She had not matched his vow.

“I will love you, Galen Valgarssen, until the day I die. Don’t you dare break my heart.”

He took her into his arms in a crushing embrace. His scent engulfed her. She would know that scent until the day she died as well. Her heart beat against his, not in unison but in delightful counterpoint. It seemed right and true.

“If I wound your heart, I wound my own,” he breathed into her hair.

They stayed like that, feeling the rightness wash over them. Lucy listened to their hearts and felt another presence there. She squeezed her eyes shut. A woman couldn’t know she was pregnant after only two days. Or maybe she was different from other women now. . . .

“Come,” he said after a moment. “Know you the way out of this darkness? We must go for dog and boat before I can fulfill my vow.”

“There is a passage.” The
Chronicle
article better be right, or they were going to die a slow death. But she didn’t believe that. “Help me feel for the door.” She scrambled to her feet and put her hands out in front of her. Taking cautious steps, she felt her way around the girders that now supported the Rotunda floor. He went in the opposite direction. They made their way toward each other around the outside wall. She was the one who found the passage. An empty space turned out to be a long corridor.

“Door,” Galen grunted as they reached the end of the corridor. A bar crossed the door to open it. Pray it wasn’t locked or they’d starve here. The bar did nothing.
Uh-oh.
Maybe there was a bolt lock that worked by hand from the inside. She felt around. What she found was a large button about chest height, like the kind on the inside of walk-in freezers to prevent people from getting locked in. She pressed it in relief.

The door swung open. Lucy sucked in fresh air. Work lights glowed from somewhere. The exhibits of the Exploratorium loomed in the shadows. Now she saw her way. She turned and pushed the door shut on the time machine. The lock clicked into place. A large sign plastered across the door said:
Danger. No admittance. Unsafe conditions.
Excellent.

Now they’d find a night watchman, plead that they’d gotten locked in after hours, and get him to let them out.

“Lucy,” Galen said, putting a hand on her arm. “In one thing you must submit to me.”

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She raised her brows. He was glowering, an expression she found strangely comforting. “So much for equal partners. What is it?”

“I want no condom on my weapon when I
swive
you.”

She tried to make her mouth serious. “It will mean making a
lytling.
” It already had.

“Good,” he grunted. “Mayhaps he will come on Sahmain midnight like my brother.”

It was late afternoon, though you could not tell the time inside the Exploratorium. Pony was too young for any but the simplest of exhibits, but Lucy had to admit that the Exploratorium was way more fun with a child in tow.

Galen bent over their daughter’s flaming red head, showing her how to look through a lens at some fish that glowed in the dark. She giggled and shrieked with delight.

Galen and Lucy had traded in the
Camelot
for a fifty-three-footer, better for a family with a dog.

Apparently, no one at whatever agency Casey worked for believed that there had ever been a time machine, or maybe everyone was just engaged in a gigantic cover-up. A brief note of apology from the Secretary of the Navy no less had been waiting for them in Santiago, noting that some rogue operatives had expressed some strange ideas that were officially non-sanctioned and that any inconvenience would be compensated. That was scary because someone knew where they were and who they were. But nothing more materialized. And that was that. No one was after them.

Galen’s hair was shorter and streaked blonder from the sun since they had been in San Francisco last. He was as gorgeous as ever. He could still send her spinning with a touch. He now spoke English with barely an accent. Tanned from their years at sea, he looked like the sailor he was.

What he didn’t look like was a prominent environmentalist. His papers on how to manage population density had gathered quite a following. Using the identity Jake had provided, Galen had become the face of a new environmental consciousness. He sponsored conferences and refereed feuds between factions, even authored legislation. It had as much to do, Lucy suspected, with his strange magnetism as his sensible ideas. He was a natural leader. They figured out together which issues to tackle and how to use his new “talents.” She doped out the right agencies and NGOs to enlist in their cause. Galen had been right. She had a lot to offer.

They were better together than either would have been by him-or herself. They’d worked for four years to establish Galen’s credibility.

So they were ready for the latest challenge.

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They’d met yesterday with the head honchos from the Berkeley Seismological Laboratory and the U.S. Geological Survey out of Menlo Park to propose a private/public partnership establishing a serious earthquake prediction center. The only thing that had gotten them the meeting on such a crackpot idea in the first place was Galen’s reputation.

What got them the commitment was a demonstration. Galen had told the scientists about every earthquake—both the intensity and the site—that would occur in the next two hours around the globe. Then he and Lucy had gone down to the cafeteria for coffee and to get Epona an orange juice. Quite an exit. They’d left everyone sputtering. But two hours later, Dr.

Magnussen himself had sought them out in the cafeteria, his tone all humble pie, and it looked like serious efforts were going to be made to fund this venture. Galen could give people enough notice to leave the quake zone. He was up to predicting three to five days in advance for serious quakes. Millions of lives could be saved. Maybe they could use his predictions to discover a way to predict quakes on their own. It would give him even more credibility as he tried to get the peoples of the world used to working for the earth, not against it.

Or maybe it would be her daughter that completed Galen’s mission. Epona had been conceived on that very first night, the vernal equinox, as far as Lucy and Galen could figure out. Lucy sometimes looked into Pony’s blue eyes and saw something stirring there. It frightened her. But Galen had learned to live with his gifts, and she supposed Pony could learn to live with her own, if it turned out she had them.