Kesh (5 page)

What else could it possibly be
, he thought. Still, he was becoming more afraid and aware that this was unlike any dream he'd ever had in his life.
More to the point
, he thought,
what if this isn't a dream?

Another howl rose from the darkness, and Kesh scanned the trees for some sign of movement. He could see remarkably well for such a black night and was able to make out individual trees and the motion of small creatures and moving leaves.

He was still scanning the woods when the muskrat let out a startled squeal. Just ahead, half obscured in the night, a tall figure stood in their way. Kesh thought it seemed very odd to find a human here in his dream. He felt his stomach turn queasy.

“Oh, it's you.” Kesh heard something odd in the muskrat's voice.

“Yes, rodent, it's me,” answered the tall man. “It's strange to see you here at this time of night. I'd think you'd be more careful. You know, a lot of predators are hiding in the darkness.”

“I know all about predators, Louis,” said Muskrat.

“Yes. I suppose you do,” responded the man. I see you are chasing the spider's delusions.”

Muskrat raised up on his haunches, and his squeaky voice lowered a pitch. “Don't talk to me about the spider, Louis. You have no right, and she will stop you.”

Kesh studied the tree line, trying to get a clear look at the man, but he remained dark and surreal. It was hard to know if he was actually there. Even so, Kesh smelled the scent of a dangerous animal, and the eyes in the trees did not seem to be the eyes of a man.

 Kesh stepped back, and the hair raised on his neck. Then, as the man talked and goaded Muskrat, Kesh's shock began to give way to his annoyance. What right did this man have to talk to the muskrat like that? The boy took two steps toward the man and said, “Leave him alone! We're not bothering anybody!”

In that instant, Muskrat, swung his head around to look at Kesh. The little creature's eyes glowed with what Kesh knew was fear. He not only felt Muskrat's fear, but he smelled it. He didn't know how he could be so sure about the sour odor, but he was, and he was glad when the glow turned into a sparkle, and Muskat winked. And Muskrat wasn't the only one to notice something about Kesh. Clearly irritated, the man backed away a step. Even in the dark night, Kesh could see that his eyes widened. The man's face was dark and frightening, and it was familiar in a way that made his skin crawl. Kesh heard the interloper inhale deeply as if he were struggling to regain his composure.

“Who is your friend?” Now the man spoke more quietly. The arrogance was gone from his voice.

Muskrat let out a low growl. “It's enough for you to know he is my friend. Now get out of our way. We're in a hurry.”

The man hesitated for just a moment and said, “I hope you've told your young companion about the dangers of the woods at night.” Then he stepped off the trail as quickly as he had appeared and disappeared into the forest.

Muskrat, turned his back to look at Kesh again. “Well, Mister Jones,” he said, “You are a surprise, aren't you?” He grinned a muskrat grin and said, “If this is a dream, you have to admit it's a terribly interesting dream.” Something howled again, now far off, and Muskrat looked away toward where the man had been standing, and then scurried off down the trail with Kesh loping easily after him.

 

 

The night air had grown cooler, but at least the rain had finally stopped, and Kesh felt strangely warm in spite of wearing just a robe and slippers. It was fortunate he had stayed so close to the muskrat, or he might have missed the animal's sudden dash into the trees. Muskrat was small, but he was quick and agile. Even so, Kesh followed with little effort. He thought,
At least in this dream I'm not a runt
. He ran effortlessly and wondered if this was how Calvin Wagner felt as he ran the mile in track meets, something Kesh had never been able to manage.

Dream or no dream, Kesh was enjoying his new power and endurance. Soon, they emerged into a small clearing, where an abandoned workman's shed sat, windows and door torn out long ago. The muskrat slipped right inside. Kesh stopped on the threshold and sniffed the air for danger, then stepped cautiously into the small building. Muskrat said, “Over here, lad.”

It was still dark, Kesh was fairly sure of that, but somehow he could see clearly, as if he had lamps in his eyes. It was almost always like this when he dreamed. Now a soft green glow spread across the shed walls, and a voice like the sound of wind through tall grass, spoke. “You are Kesh.”

The boy was distracted. He whispered, “There's that fluorescence again – it's amazing!”

The voice insisted, “You are Kesh? Is this not so?”

He snapped back. “Yes, yes, I'm Kesh.”

“Come here. Let me see you.” Kesh crossed the small floor, and there, in the very center of the green light, was a small, unassuming web, upon which sat a tiny spider glowing with that familiar green florescence.

“You're Anna?” Kesh smiled. “I know you, don't I?”

Muskrat snuffled in. “Why do I get the feeling I'm missing something here? What's going on?”

Kesh smiled even more broadly. “I'm pretty sure I've met Anna before…in my dreams–dreams just like this.”

“Yes, we are old friends, in dreams, as you say, Kesh.” Anna's multifaceted eyes shifted towards Muskrat. “Tell me, how much does the boy know?”

“Not so much yet, but he's as quick as light, and he'll understand soon enough. But, my lady, I wonder …”

Her voice, the sound of wind, fell low and grave. “Yes, I know. You are worried that he is not ready.”

Muskrat squeaked. “Yes. I am worried for him. How can he possibly be prepared for what he and the others will face? He so young, so inexperienced, and so much is expected.”

Now, the wind seemed to chuckle as Anna said, “Yes, indeed, my friend, much is expected of this boy, and he is not yet ready. Still, he is closer than you think. This little one is strong, and he has the gift of teaching, but he does not yet know the truth, and without that knowledge, he will never be ready. That will be for you to remedy.”

Kesh curled his lip and raised his brow. “What do you mean, the truth? And what am I supposed to be getting ready for? And who are you calling small?”

The spider spoke, “Kesh, do you know where you are?”

“Of course I do. I'm in a dream. Jeez! I'm talking to a muskrat and a spider, for crying out loud!” That was one of his dad's favorite sayings, and now he felt foolish using it.

“Kesh, you are going to learn soon enough that there is not so dramatic a difference between the dreaming and waking worlds. The barrier is less than a cloud, yet it seems so much more than the world. Now I want you to see something.” Kesh turned toward the door where Muskrat gestured to something propped against the wall. The wind voice said,” Look into that mirror, and tell me what you see.”

Kesh moved hesitantly. This was turning out to be the weirdest dream he'd ever had, and it was getting stranger with each passing moment. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward and looked into the old mirror. He jumped back startled and heard a low growl coming from somewhere. Cautiously, he leaned forward again and peered into the glass.

Staring back was the sharp muzzle of a thin, gray dog. Its sharp teeth were bared, ears back, and its dark eyes focused firmly on Kesh's. The boy caught his breath and raised his back, his whole body tensing. Then realizing it was merely an image, not the animal, he relaxed. At the same time, the dog's eyes softened and the slender face showed more curiosity than threat.” It's a dog,” he said. At the same time, the creature muttered a soft yip. “It's just a big dog.”

“No,” said the wind voice. “It is a coyote, and not such a big one after all.”

“Coyote? What does it want?”

“Look again, boy. Look closely, and tell me what you
really
see.” Kesh moved in closer and studied the eyes of the animal. The wind said, “Turn to the right boy.” Kesh did, and the coyote turned left at the same time, matching his every movement in reverse. “Now turn your head the other way. Kesh did, and as he opened his eyes wide in amazement, the coyote's, eyes opened wide.

Then, almost breathless, he whispered, “Oh my God!” The coyote uttered, a low quiet growl. “I'm a coyote?”

A murmur ran through the small hut.

Kesh repeated, “I don't want to be a coyote.” The animal in the mirror backed away.

The wind stirred now, a restless shift in the small universe inside the shack, like the air in the moments just before a thunderstorm, and Kesh thought he might have said the wrong thing. Then the feeling of a coming storm lifted, and he sensed that the spider smiled. Gently, the wind spoke. “You are very young, Kesh, and you have very much to learn, but, whether you approve or not, you are also a coyote. And trust me boy, this is not a small thing. The coyote spirit is powerful. The coyote is intelligent and brave. The coyote can be a foolish creature as well, but there is no stronger spirit. In the old stories, he is the laughing one, good son, good father, truth teller, and life giver. You will come to know that the sacred earth power is everywhere and it exists in everything.”

The coyote's head sank and Kesh said quietly, “I don't have any power. I can't do this.”

“You are the coyote, shaped-shifter, bringer of rain, eternal child, brother of the stars and, most of all, you are a teacher. Kesh, you will come to understand that only you, the coyote, have the power to set right the wrongs that have begun to spread like a cancer across this sickened world. The prophecies tell us the coyote and only the coyote can bring the old spirit back. Only the coyote can help the world learn to see past the masks to the source of all things. This world needs you more than you could possibly imagine.”

Kesh stooped low, his ears set back, and the mirror image whimpered. He said, “No, really, I'm just a kid. I can't even throw a football. How am I expected to do anything like that?”

The muskrat snuffled over to the coyote boy. “First, you're not a kid. You're a wee bit small for your age, I know, but you are every bit a young man, every bit a coyote. And let me assure you that you are not alone. The world has a lot of coyotes like you, and many, many Annas too. She is just one spider. There are countless others, and together they are Grandmother Spider, the mother of creation, weaver of life, and it is their time—and yours. Trust me, lad, you are not in the first to have made this discovery, not even here in this world. And, Kesh, don't ever forget that you have us.” He gestured toward the open door and windows and there, in absolute respectful silence, were row upon row of animals.

The wind spoke. “So, you see, Kesh. This is the time of change, the time to begin to tear down the great illusions. We have one more chance to change, to wipe away the great factories of this world. If we don't, we will all disappear.”

“This is the rag man's story, isn't it?”

The spider smiled. “This is everyone's story, Kesh. This is your story.”

Kesh thought for a moment. “What do you mean, we will all disappear? Are the animals going to disappear?”

“That depends. Yes, if we fail, the animals will disappear, but you need to understand, Kesh, that we are all animals. Like you, every person has an animal spirit inside.”

“So, everyone will disappear?”

“Nothing is certain. You see, Kesh, it depends on us. Our job is to teach our world how to find the source of our true nature, how to destroy the masks, and to illuminate the spirit of the wolf, the laughing raccoon, the magical dragonfly, the mighty bear, and all the rest to this world. This is the time.”

“And the panther…” Kesh hesitated. “The cat and the snake too?”

The wind spider smiled gently again. “I suppose that was quite a shock.”

“Of course, it was a shock. My parents are probably dead.” There was more than small hint of whimpering in Kesh's voice.

“Dead? Oh, you poor child. Are you certain of this?”

“What do you mean? Are you teasing me? What else could have happened to them? I know what I saw, and I'm absolutely certain.” As he spoke, he realized he actually didn't know what had happened to his parents.

Giggles arose briefly from the animals looking on. The spider whispered a quiet “Shhh” and the creatures fell silent. “Tell me what you saw.” Kesh told her about his discovery and his panicked flight from Ontario Drive. Grandmother Spider continued. “My boy, let us assume this is not a dream, and you truly did see a snake and big cat in your family's home.” Kesh nodded. “Is it possible there is another explanation?”

“What do you mean?”

 “Have you ever seen other animals in odd places?”

Suddenly, Kesh remembered he had seen what he thought was an iguana slipping into the locker room at school. The Great Lakes didn't have big lizards, and he convinced himself he hadn't seen it after all. But now he wondered. “I'm not sure.”

“You will be soon enough. For now, try not to jump to such dire conclusions. Be patient, boy, and have faith.”

“All I know is that I saw a python and a panther in that room, and my mother and father were gone. What am I supposed to believe? Besides, this whole stupid thing is a dream. It's just a lousy nightmare, and I'm going to wake up any second now.”

The wind blew with a little more urgency now, and the spider spoke. “It is not important that you believe just now. You will come to believe me soon enough.”

“But this isn't real; it's just not possible.”

“Possible? Humans know very little about the possible. You say it cannot be possible that you are a coyote, that you run with a muskrat, and that you speak to a spider? You know precious little about what is possible, but you will find out in due time.”