Lost Voices (11 page)

So when everyone was away and she was fairly sure they wouldn’t hear her, she began to practice.

It was hard to control it, Luce found. Her new voice, after all, was magic, and singing was a little like taking the pressure off a coiled spring. When she sang her voice took on a volatile aliveness, an urge to expand and rip through water and rock and sky. It was hers, but she didn’t entirely own it. It might even be stronger than she was.

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Learning to sing, Luce thought, meant learning to tame the voice that was living in her. She would begin with a single note and hold it, doing her best to keep it low and soft as it struggled against her, full of yearnings to rip and surge. Once it settled down a little, she would let it lift a step and hold it again. Sometimes it got away from her and took over the cave with a high, liquid throbbing where impossible notes raced and fused together, and she would have to bite her lip as hard as she could to stifle herself, or lift her tail from the water until the pain stunned her voice into submission.

On her third day in the cave Luce floated on her back in the dark water watching a palm- shaped blot of violet sky that shone through the roof, and tried a little run of notes. It was the first time she’d deliberately ventured on a melody, and her voice seemed pleased. It didn’t fight her nearly as much as usual. The melody spilling from her was so lovely, Luce thought: a piercing lilt that hovered for a while, and then a long cascade of tones like something falling . . .

It was a whole song. Other notes took her voice, and carried it where they wanted to go. And, Luce realized with a shock, it was a song she’d heard before.

She’d
sung
it before, straight into the face of the old man she’d drowned, and he’d gazed back at her with rapture as he listened. Luce let out a little cry right in the middle of the song, and heaved her tail up to force her voice to be quiet. After a few seconds the first jolts of pain started, and the song dimmed in her throat.

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and sparked for a minute, then gradually slipped away. She’d let her voice run free, just for a few notes, and immediately it had turned into a song whose only purpose was murder! And yet singing it had exalted her. Her heart was pounding now from joy as much as horror.

But after all, she was all alone in the cave. There were no humans around to hear her, no chance that she was luring someone to die. Why shouldn’t she let herself feel that song moving through her then, when it had such a powerful will to live and its life made her so happy?

She let her voice rise again into the sweet high note that had started it all. The song hesitated, just for a second, but then it was back in her throat. Music spilled down the worn stairs of a farmhouse outside Pittsburg Luce had forgotten that house until this moment, but now she knew it belonged to an old friend of her mother’s then the single note split into a thrumming chord, and she wept, and soft arms picked her up off the floor and cradled her. A rain of dark hair brushed against her face.

Of course people were ready to die in exchange for this song, Luce thought. She would joyfully die for it herself if she had to.

She would drown again and again, only to find herself in this torrent of living music.

There was a slight pitching disturbance in the water around her. Luce ignored it. She was following the song now as it ran down a glittering sidewalk toward a tall young woman in a black sundress. Luce had done something wrong, but the woman forgave her completely . . . Minutes passed as Luce flowed inside her own unthinkable music.

“ Luce.” It was Catarina. Her hair ran out like flames across the dark water. Luce’s singing shattered into the dark of the cave 86 i LOST VOICES

and the red flickering web around Catarina’s golden face. Luce gaped at her in sudden anxiety, and she was only partly relieved when Catarina gave her a sly smile. Maybe she’d misunderstood, and Catarina didn’t care at all if Luce sang to herself ? Luce watched the gray eyes nervously; wasn’t there something heated in their gaze that didn’t quite go with the smile, with the casual friendliness of Catarina’s tone? “I came to see how you’re doing.

How does swimming feel now?”

In fact, Luce felt much better, but she wasn’t ready to talk yet. Her voice only wanted to leap out in wild notes, and she almost couldn’t stand the thought of limiting it to dull, small words.

“There’s a Coast Guard boat a few miles off,” Catarina continued, and Luce began to focus more. “We could take it without you, but if you’re well enough we’d certainly appreciate your help.”

Luce had known this might happen sometime, but she wasn’t ready to hear it now. Her body dropped into the water and eddied there in confusion, and she couldn’t meet Catarina’s eyes.

Catarina didn’t understand. “Your bruises
look
almost healed,” Catarina said, and there was a harsh edge to her voice, “but if it still hurts you that much to swim . . .” Luce was still emerging from the dream of her own singing, but she clearly recognized the quickening eagerness in Catarina’s eyes, the impatient swishing of her movements. It was so confusing; Luce had imagined that Catarina resented her singing, but now her friend’s long golden body rippled with terrible desire. No matter what she claimed, she’d be furious if Luce refused to come with her. And in spite of herself, Luce felt a surge of the same shivering desire: to be out in that wild sea, devoured by her own much wilder song.

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“I’m ready to swim,” Luce stammered. “I just I’m so new I don’t think I’m ready to sing to anyone.” Catarina’s tail flipped up behind her and lashed the water into a nervous froth.

Her eyes flared.

“You think I didn’t hear you just now? Luce, you’re second in command! I’ll lead the ship in, and you cover from behind.

You have to watch out if they try to lower the lifeboats . . .” Luce was wide- eyed with dismay, and Catarina finally checked herself. “Just swim out with us, then.” She gave Luce a long, uncomfortable stare, examining something in her face, and her mouth twisted into a wicked smile. “You don’t have to sing if you don’t feel like it. I promise. All right?” And without waiting for an answer, she caught Luce’s hand and dove.

Luce went with her. The mouth of the cave opened onto a glorious view. The ocean was stained green and golden, laced with writhing threads of light, and Luce realized it was the first time she’d swum through sunlit water. She’d been inside the dark cave for so long that she now swept her tail in excitement and raced through the delirium of sun, Catarina still holding her hand. Shine streaked over Catarina’s flying hair and lit the bubbles churned up by their swimming. Luce’s happiness was so bright and brash that she could almost forget her anxiety about what they were going to do.

She
wasn’t going to do it, Luce corrected herself. Catarina had promised that she wouldn’t have to sing. Luce would keep her voice shut deep in her chest, where it couldn’t hurt anyone.

It wasn’t like she could have done anything to stop Catarina either; Luce had seen the ravenous eagerness in her friend’s face.

Nothing would have held her back.

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Then the shoreline was just a low gray band wrapping the horizon on one side, and the tall white Coast Guard boat skimmed along in front of them. Behind it drifted a pack of mermaids, all waiting for Catarina. As long as they kept their bodies vertical in the water, with their tails pointing straight down and their chins tucked against their chests, they were almost indistinguish-able from seals. Luce knew the sailors could look directly at them and never suspect a thing. Only Catarina’s fiery hair might cause some concern, and she stayed just below the surface until she’d made sure everyone was ready. Then her pale face rose in the center of a green glass wave.

“Fan out,” Catarina commanded, and Luce could see how the mermaids all thrilled to the order. Their bodies dipped and flicked as they spread out to surround the ship, Catarina in the lead; Luce couldn’t help thinking of wolves closing in on a much larger animal, an elk or a moose. Luce stayed where she was, centered in the V of the ship’s wake. She wanted a place as far from Catarina and the others as possible. Even though Catarina had said it was all right for Luce to keep quiet, the other mermaids might resent it if they noticed she wasn’t helping.

On the deck a tall young man with caramel- colored skin and dark curly hair was busy with some complicated task involving an electric drill. Luce couldn’t quite make out what he was doing, but the bright sun formed pale branching shapes on the blue shoulders of his uniform as he bent over whatever object he was repairing. Luce fought a sudden impulse to call out, to try to warn him, though she knew that wouldn’t help.

A light breeze blew, and then something about it shifted.

The sound of the breeze became more alive, more golden. The i 89

young sailor kept on with his work, but a soft inward look stole into his eyes, as if he were amazed to find himself alive on such a beautiful day. The tone of the breeze flexed and curved, becoming just a bit richer, tinged with a thickening music, and the caramel- skinned boy smiled to himself and switched off the drill. He straightened and gazed off into the distance as the boat began to turn. Luce had to speed up to maintain her position in the wake.

Luce couldn’t believe how skillfully Catarina sang. The enchantment rose so slowly, so sensuously, that time and place softened and liquefied. It was different from her own singing, Luce thought. Her skin warmed as she listened to it, and blood began to pulse in her temples.

The prow swung drowsily around on the sunlit sea. Soon the boat wasn’t running parallel to the cliffs but nosing toward a bare island half a mile farther out: an island that was nothing but gray rocks jutting high up out of the waves, with tufts of silvery grass and white roosting birds along its sides. Other voices began to spread their music under the gathering power of Catarina’s song.

Luce understood what Catarina was planning. After the boat cracked apart people would come to examine the wreckage and try to figure out what had happened. Catarina was heading toward the island rather than the cliffs, because she didn’t want any of the investigators coming too close to their cave.

The young sailor gently turned his head and gazed straight into Luce’s eyes as she swam along behind. He didn’t seem at all surprised to see her there, just happy and a bit perplexed, as if he couldn’t understand how he’d forgotten the name of someone he’d known and loved for so long. He gave her such a sweet smile 90 i LOST VOICES

and waved peacefully. Luce hesitated, then waved back at him.

That didn’t count as breaking the timahk, did it?

The boat was speeding up now, and the mermaids’ song flowed over the sky until every breath of air, every grain of sunlight was awake and alive. Luce felt the song streaming over and inside her body, and then she heard a single high, tremulous note soaring above the curls of music. It tore from her chest and peaked somewhere just under the sun, floated there, and then began a long tumbling descent. The young sailor’s sleepy love changed, heightened into a fever of longing. The song entered into his mind, and Luce suddenly understood him. Her quiver-ing song felt his thoughts, and it told her how heartbroken he’d been since his mother’s death. They’d been fighting, and he hadn’t gone to see her in the hospital as cancer ate through her; he’d stayed away, until it was too late.

She had promised she wouldn’t sing, Luce reminded herself. She could still lift her tail into the sunlight and hold it there until the burning forced her voice to stop. But even then the ship would smash apart. Everyone on it was already doomed.

And she
couldn’t
let the young sailor die, Luce thought, with so much grief still inside him. Her song fell and the note split into a widening chord, and then the young sailor knew that, even as she died, his mother had forgiven him. She’d thought of him with the purest compassion, with gratitude for the years of joy he’d brought to her life.

At least, that was what Luce’s song told him. It vibrated with a sense of perfect homecoming, and as Luce sang to him everything broken was mended, and everything lost was restored.

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sailors heard her and they began to crowd around him: almost all men, though Luce spotted a few young women there as well.

A row of faces watched Luce, all rapt with tenderness as the music sank into their minds. Some of the heart- chill she’d felt the first night she’d sung came back, bringing the idea that these men deserved whatever happened to them. This time, though, Luce understood that it was just part of the magic of her own voice, a kind of anesthesia that let mermaids kill without caring, and she pushed it away. She didn’t want to let go of the warmth she felt for the dark boy staring down at her, not when his smile was so beautiful.

The ship’s motors were thrumming at the limit of their strength, and the wake around Luce rose higher, thicker with white foam. She couldn’t swim nearly as fast with her head above water, and she struggled to keep up. The ship was only moments away from crashing.

The dark boy couldn’t wait any longer, though. He gave a sudden shake as if he couldn’t stand to feel his life still holding on to him, and hurled head downward over the side, crumpling as his body hit the water at an oblique angle. And then the other sailors followed him, one by one, their bodies plunging heavily with loose arms flopping around them. They were so taken by the dream in Luce’s voice, it seemed, that they couldn’t even focus enough to dive properly. White rings of foam spread out around the places where they disappeared.

The boat’s hull crunched; shuddered; screamed like a living thing as the rocks tore it apart. It had so much momentum that the metal sides bowed out from the impact, swung upward, and then began to lean back into the water. The sides of this island 92 i LOST VOICES