Entwined (43 page)

"Okay, I'm ready…how long have I got?"

Luis checked his watch and told her she had plenty of time. All the acts were running over, everyone was playing up to the visitors, pulling out all the stops. She tucked in her shirt, and gave herself a nod of approval. "Okay, I'm ready."

Luis stood back and smiled. "Good luck! I'll be right by ringside. You'll need an umbrella, it's pouring."

Ruda took out a black umbrella and carefully sidestepped the big puddles as she hurried to the ring. Luis ran from the trailer, entering the big tent via the audience flaps. He made his way to ringside, and sat waiting. The clowns were chasing and tumbling after each other, skidding on the plastic floor covering—an electric car burst into flames as they reached the finale. The lights dimmed…it was strange to end in silence; usually the sound of thunderous applause accompanied the clowns, along with shrieks of laughter from the children.

Luis looked up to the viewing box. The Ringling Bros, scout stood with his back to the ring, talking animatedly to someone drinking champagne.

The crew moved like lightning, clearing the props, rolling the floor covering, raking up the sawdust. The ringmaster announced the Polish group of bareback riders, and they virtually stampeded into the ring—twelve of them, wearing brilliantly colored American Indian headdresses, whooping and screaming. The lights followed the riders, picking them out as they formed a fast-moving semicircle. Luis watched his boys getting ready to erect the safety cages around the ring.

Dr. Franks, carrying a small medical bag, waited impatiently by the elevator at the Grand Hotel. He barely gave the bellboy time to open the gates before snapping that he wanted the Baron Marechal's suite. As the elevator ascended, he checked his watch, silently hoping the ambulance would arrive quickly.

Helen opened the doors, and they hurried to Vebekka's bedside.

"She's been quiet for about fifteen minutes."

Franks nodded, and Helen closed the bedroom doors. "She left the hotel, she's been drinking."

Franks felt Vebekka's pulse. "How did you let that happen?"

Helen flushed. "She seemed so well, we were going to dine in the restaurant, and she was dressing—the next moment she had left…"

Franks drew back the bedclothes. "Have you given her something? Anything to sedate her?"

"No, nothing, she was acting up, as if she were having some kind of epileptic fit, and then she calmed down."

Franks took out his stethoscope and checked her heartbeat. "How did she get these bruises?"

"We don't know…we found her in the street."

Vebekka moaned softly. Franks sat on the side of the bed. "Are you awake? It's Dr. Franks. Well, what have you been up to, huh?"

"I went out…I had too much to drink!" She looked past Franks to Helen, and turned away.

"Would you please leave us alone, Helen?"

Franks waited until Helen had left the room, and then he leaned close. "What were you up to?" he repeated.

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The baron sat impatiently in a chair, his foot tapping, waiting for franks to come out of the bedroom.

"What in God's name is he doing in there?"

Helen looked toward the bedroom. "They're talking."

The telephone rang and she answered it. The ambulance was waiting downstairs.

Franks came out and closed the door gently.

"The ambulance is downstairs."

He nodded, placing his bag down. "She's sleeping now, she's exhausted."

The baron kept his voice low. "I want her out of here, tonight."

Franks sat on the edge of the sofa. "She remembers everything she did, where she went, even the name of the clubs—Mama Magda's!! Notorious old woman. She remembers, Baron."

The baron pointed to his cheek. "She knew she did this?"

Franks shook his head. "No…she remembers up to the point she was brought into the hotel. Would you like me to look at the…"

The baron interrupted: "Mine is just a scratch, but she bit Hilda's hand. Don't you think maybe you should call whoever is necessary and take my wife away?"

"I am not sure…"

"I am, Doctor. I want her out of the hotel, tonight."

Franks turned to Helen and asked what she thought. She hesitated. "If I hadn't seen with my own eyes, seen how violent she was, how incredibly strong, neither of us could hold her down…"

"I see," Franks interrupted. "You know I hate to put her in a hospital, be it mental or otherwise. I really think some interesting things came out of the session today, and I would very much like to continue."

The baron stood up. "I refuse to take any further responsibility for my wife. If you wish to take her to your clinic, that is up to you, I want her out of here."

"Out of your life, Baron?"

"Yes…yes!"

Franks looked at his watch. "Very well, I will take her. She can stay at the clinic."

He opened his bag and sifted through some papers. "I want you to read these and sign them before you release Vebekka into my charge. This will mean it will be my decision to certify her, if, and only if, I feel there is nothing more I can do. Of course, you will have to cover all financial costs for her to be sent to…"

"Doctor, just give me the papers." The baron took them to the desk and searched for his pen. Franks looked to Helen, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then went into the bedroom.

Vebekka was lying with her hands resting on the cover. She turned to him, and smiled. "I'm hungry."

Franks took her hand. "Vebekka, I am going to take you with me to my clinic. There is no need to be afraid, but I think it will be for the best."

She closed her eyes. "Oh God, what did I do?"

Franks kept holding her hand. "Nothing too bad, but you need to be cared for, need to—" Her hand began to grip his tighter, he was astonished at her strength.

"It's coming back…"

Franks could not release his hand. Her body twisted, he tried to stand, but she was so strong she pulled him down beside her; she was panting, her body began to go into spasm. The pain in her head…she saw them coming again, the bright lights, the colors. Frank wrenched his hand free and ran to the door. He shouted to get the ambulance attendant up immediately, then returned to the bed. She looked at him helplessly, opening and shutting her mouth, unable to tell him what was hurting her…Her hands were shaking as she touched her temples. On and on went the piercing flashes of color.

Franks leaned over her. "Tell me. Tell me. What is it?"

Her mouth was open wide, but her face was frozen with terror, like a mask; the cement was creeping upward, reaching her knees, her stomach, pressing down on her chest. Any moment it would reach her neck, and though she could hear Dr. Franks, could see him, she could not communicate, could not tell him the oozing, thick whiteness was inching up into her throat, suffocating her. Franks saw her eyes glaze over, her hands became rigid. He turned with relief as the attendants arrived with the stretcher.

The baron watched from the doorway as they wrapped blankets around his wife, eased her stiffened hands to her side, and then strapped two thick leather belts around her.

Luis moved closer to the arena. A single spotlight followed Ruda. The tigers moved in a circle around her in the darkness. She gave the command for the circle to break, for the tigers to form a pyramid on the stacked plinths.

Ruda was sweating. She issued a command to Roja, but he kept running, picking up speed. "ROJA UPPPP UPPP…BLUE…BLUE…" Roja suddenly sprang back, and Ruda continued the commands as, one by one, the tigers moved to their plinths.
Blue, red, green
…the spotlight widened and they were all in position. Ruda shouted "Up!" and they sat back on their haunches, their front paws swiping. She gave the command "Down" and they perched. With her left hand she gave Mike the signal to release the lionesses. They came down the tunnel within seconds, and she had to repeat her commands over and over again since they refused to get on the plinths.

Luis could feel the sweat trickling down his back; he gripped the steel bars, swearing at himself…It was his fault, she was right, the new plinths were throwing them off. Luis raised his eyes to the viewing room. Zapashny was speaking to the Ringling Bros, scout, pointing to Ruda, then at himself. No doubt he knew she was in trouble, and would be only too pleased to give his professional opinion, only too eager to tell the scout how much better his act was.

The lionesses were on their plinths. Ruda gave them the command to rest their front paws on the pyramid above them. Once, twice, they refused, snarling and growling. The tigers hissed, but they stayed in place. Mike got the signal to let the two massive male lions enter the tunnel.

Three positions at the top of the plinth were still to be filled. Two lions ran on either side of Ruda; as rehearsed she looked toward the tunnel, bent down toward one of the lionesses as if asking a question, then turned to the plinths: three places, only two animals. She walked to the tunnel, followed by one lion, and whirled around to admonish him. Then, she looked down the tunnel, she got a nudge from him. She turned and wagged a scolding finger.

The children would be screaming by now, hysterical with delight watching the big cats tease her. Ruda put her hands on her hips in mock anger, and ordered the two lions to get up on the plinths.

It happened again. Both refused to jump, once, twice. Grimaldi wanted to scream out, but Ruda held her own, she was calm. Again she gave the command: They obeyed and Grimaldi sighed with relief. He looked up to the viewing box, the Russian was watching intently; he had to appreciate the exceptional training required to assemble a pyramid constituted by sixteen tigers, four lionesses, and two lions, all seated.

Ruda gave the signal for Mamon to be released, and he came down the tunnel at full run. He came to Ruda, as if he were late, and lay down in front of her as he had been taught to do. He rolled over, legs in the air. Ruda stamped her foot, pointed to the plinth, and Mamon rolled and rolled.

Unrehearsed, two tigers started to swipe at each other. She moved in their direction and shouted, and they turned on her. She yelled once more and they calmed down. Now she began the carefully practiced routine with Mamon, pointing to the twenty-foot-high plinth. He looked up and shook his huge head, she wagged her finger at him, and he whirled around and pretended to run back down the tunnel. Ruda grabbed his tail and began to pull him back.

Mamon and Ruda had a tug-of-war; throughout, she continued to issue commands to the cats on the plinths. Mamon appeared to be in good form, he didn't hesitate over a single command. To an onlooker, he seemed to be performing faultlessly, but Ruda could sense his impatience; like any star, he seemed to be pacing himself. He followed the routine very well, right up to the final command when he was to jump to the highest peak of the pyramid. The rest of the cats were seated, under control, and waiting. Ruda called out again, and then again. "RED—YUP…MA' ANGEL UP, UP!"

Mamon tossed his head.

Luis knew Ruda could not hold the pyramid formation much longer. The other cats were beginning to sense Mamon's unrest.

Suddenly he backed away and stared at Ruda, then crouched low on his haunches.

Up in the viewing box, all three men were on their feet, looking down into the ring. Ruda glared at Mamon. "RED-RED-RED…MA' ANGEL!"

Suddenly he leaped forward, as if he were going for her, then like lightning he veered off and sprang from one step to another, up and up, until he was on the top plinth, up on his haunches. At a command all the cats rose. They formed a mountain of brilliant colors. Then, in perfect order, they jumped down. Roja, in the lead, took them down the tunnel.

As rehearsed Mamon held his position at the top. Ruda now slapped the bottom plinth with her hand, ordering Mamon down. He shook his head. Ruda sat down with a shrug of her shoulders to the audience while, behind her, Mamon moved down plinth by plinth. Ruda was issuing commands—"RED-GREEN-BLUE"—pretending she did not know he was directly behind her. At this point, urged on by the ringmaster, the children would always scream out,
"He's behind you!"

Mamon leaned back, balanced himself, and then gently put his front paws on her shoulders. Ruda mimicked surprise and swiveled, virtually in his arms. Mamon was fully balanced on his own haunches—Ruda would not have been able to sustain his weight—it only looked as though he were resting against her. Slowly she slipped her arms around him in an embrace. The spotlight narrowed and zeroed in on them, until it framed them like lovers, Mamon's huge body overwhelming Ruda's. She gave a command that told him she was stepping away; at that point, he came off the plinth. As she took her bow, she extended her left hand toward his mouth. This was very daring—more dangerous than if she had put her head into his mouth: That was done by the trainer placing his hand over the animal's nose—the animal certainly wouldn't shut his mouth if he couldn't breathe! Mamon, however, held her hand gently in his mouth as she continued her bows. Finally, she pretended he was dragging her to the tunnel…

The lights dimmed while the men ran to dismantle the arena. When they came back on, Ruda took her bow. Grimaldi looked up to the viewing box. The scout from Ringling Bros, was applauding. Grimaldi punched the air with his fist.

Ruda made sure the animals were back in their cages, fed and settled for the night before she made her way back to the trailer. Luis had helped first dismantle, then stack and prop up the cages for the following night's show. He returned to the trailer with a bottle of champagne.

Ruda came in, her shirt soaked in sweat, and he swept her up into his arms. "They were applauding, they were cheering you!"

She smiled, and slumped onto a bench. "They asked to see me right away, but…get me some bandages and the disinfectant, quick!"

Luis looked puzzled.

"Just get it, I have to be over there in a minute."

Ruda unbuttoned her cuff and removed the protective wad under her sleeve. There were deep teeth marks on her arm. Dark bruises were already forming.