Shaman Winter (44 page)

On and on the procession rose from the womb of the bowl, the Calendar of Dreams freeing itself so Sonny could peer into the past and see the dreams of those who dreamed of peace.

I asked for booze or a chew of peyote, to make the dream a little easier, but don Eliseo said no. Now I understand. I don't need hallucination; the dream is real. I am the dream!

“Yes, you are the dream,” Lorenza's voice echoed.

He smiled, satisfied. So this is it. I don't need a shot of anything to get into this. I'm it.

The glyphs in front of him resonated to his soul, the dream of the Americas etched on volcanic rocks of the New Mexican desert that he knew so well. Carved thousands of years ago by ancient wanderers on the land, those who carried the dream on their migrations. This was the covenant of the Americas! Carved into the sun calendar of the Aztecs! Each day had a name and a face, as did groups of days, as did centuries held together with golden cords of time. Each star, planet, and moon had a name. The sun had a name, Zia sun!

“There!” Sonny cried. The Zia sun hung in the sky, its glyph was carved into the bowl. Like the sun sign of the medallion hanging on his chest. This was it! Home! Bowl! Earth!

The bowl stopped turning. The drumming stopped. On the bowl's sensuous curve shone the round emblem of the Zia sun with its four radiating lines. Lines pointing north, west, south, east. The four sacred directions of the earth. The four quadrants of the universe.

From the sun symbol a stream of light shone on Sonny's medallion. A door of light.

Don Eliseo pointed. “Esta es la puerta de luz,” he said. “La puerta de los sueños.”

Door of light, the same door Andres Vaca had stepped through to continue his journey north to La Nueva México. Door of dreams, the same dream Hernán Vaca had dreamed in 1680, his dream of home in New Mexico, his dream of Caridad de Anaya. Lisandro and Epifana's dream after the American invasion. Billy the Kid's dream to settle down with Rosa, to raise a family, and Pancho Villa's rescue of Soledad. Everything was before him. The door was there, the dream could continue.

The Bowl of Dreams was the door, chalice of love, vessel of the blood of the living earth.

Around don Eliseo stood the Lords and Ladies of the Light, the light of the blessing sun, the kachinas of the new millennium.

“Now you know,” don Eliseo said.

Yes, now he knew. Only in moments of love with Rita had he known this power of transcendent flight, the commingling with pure light. Now he knew.

“Enter your dream,” don Eliseo said as they passed through the door out to the cornfield where Raven waited.

Sonny waved his dream catcher and his stage appeared. A simple stable in a small New Mexico village bathed in starlight. A cold December night. In the distance, the villagers dressed as shepherds approached.

A bright star hanging in the frozen sky illuminated the manger. Four girls appeared, the young women Raven had kidnapped.

I've done it! Sonny cried. I set the stage and found the girls. Look!

He hurried forward. Lordy, Lordy, this is easier than I thought! There they were, sitting around the stage, each one occupying a sacred direction. He had called for the stage to appear and the kidnapped girls came with it! How much easier could it get?

Don't hurry, don Eliseo cautioned him. Chica whined nervously. Raven was near.

Sonny, the girls cried, save us. We came to witness the birth of the child and now we're prisoners!

I'll free you! Sonny cried, lunging forward, waving the dream catcher. Like this! I catch you in my web and return you home.

No! Don Eliseo cried. Even Chica tried to stop him by barking a warning, but Sonny didn't pay attention. He leaped forward without paying attention to the trap that lay between him and the girls.

Step back! Don Eliseo called sharply.

Sonny turned to look at don Eliseo, and at that moment he realized that he had stepped into Raven's circle. Around him a ring of black crows descended, flapping their wings angrily, encircling him. Chica barked and rushed into the evil circle to help her master. She snapped at the crows, but she was no match for their vicious beaks.

Step back! Don Eliseo cried again, but it was too late.

The crows rose angrily, striking at the spirit dog that bared her fangs. Then a larger shadow appeared in the circle, and Chica whined and retreated, seeking shelter between Sonny's legs.

Welcome, Raven cried as he stepped forward. Welcome to my world.

Get back into your dream! Sonny heard don Eliseo shout.

It's too late! a defiant Raven called. Tonight he dies! Death forever! Chaos forever!

He raised his curved sword and struck at Sonny, who raised the dream catcher to ward off the blow. The sword glanced off the dream catcher, but the force sent Sonny reeling. A second thunderous strike followed, this time knocking Sonny to his knees, exposing him for the final blow.

Time to die! Raven shouted, and raised his scimitar.

Only don Eliseo jumping into the circle and throwing himself at Raven saved Sonny. With what strength he had, the old man held Raven back.

For a moment they locked in combat, the old man straining against Raven, shouting to Sonny: Step back into your dream!

Fool! You entered my circle to die! Raven cursed.

Not yet! don Eliseo groaned, and raising the drum he struck a powerful blow that momentarily stunned Raven.

Don Eliseo turned, grabbed Sonny, and pushed him out of Raven's circle. His strength and magic allowed Sonny to tumble safely into the circle of his dream.

Stay in your dream! Don Eliseo shouted, and like a warrior, he turned to meet Raven's onslaught.

Raven struck, the sword cut through don Eliseo's chest into his heart.

Time to die, old man.

Don Eliseo put his hand to his bleeding chest. But we have come this far, he replied. He looked at Sonny. Stay … he whispered,… in your dream. You are strong.

He offered his soul to the light glowing in the east, then slumped to the ground.

He died to save you, Raven said to Sonny.

A sob caught in Sonny's throat. Yes, the old man had sacrificed himself so Sonny might have a chance.

He was too old to continue the fight, Raven said. If he remained in his world, he would still be alive. He brought you here only to die.

I don't intend to die, Sonny replied, his gaze resting on don Eliseo.

Raven laughed. But no one has said you have to die. He smiled, his voice now beguiling. No, you don't have to die at all. You've been listening to the old man, and to Lorenza. She's a witch, you know that. Always warning you, always making things a matter of life or death. That's her way, but it's not mine.

Sonny looked from the crumpled figure of the old man to Raven. He looked invincible, resplendent in his black coat, glistening green and violet as the light shifted.

You know if I can kill the old man, I can kill you. But I don't want that. We can make a deal, Raven said solemnly.

Sonny looked around him. Huddled in the middle of Raven's circle lay the crumpled body of don Eliseo. Near the manger stood the girls he knew were Consuelo, Catalina, Carmen, and Celeste. Behind them hovered the four spirits of the grandmothers. And hovering over the crib, the aura of a young spirit.

Sonny heard himself moan, a pitiful low cry. The spirit was the soul of Rita's dead child, his child. No wonder Raven had grown so arrogant, in his circle he still held those most dear to Sonny. He had killed Rita's baby and don Eliseo, and he would kill again.

A quiver shook his body. He felt the weight of the dream catcher on his arm. Yes, this is what Raven intended, to show off his power and disarm Sonny. He had already killed don Eliseo, and now he was closing in on Sonny. If he was to survive, it was time to take on Coyote's trickster nature.

What kind of a deal? Sonny asked. Sheer force would not be what conquered Raven; Sonny had to get him through the dream catcher.

A truce. So we both can live side by side, Raven answered.

I agree, Sonny howled, the cry of Coyote rising like a whine when he and Raven argue over roadkill. But how can we deal when you stand in the middle of your circle. Step forward where I can hear you. You are very powerful now. You have won the right to enter my dream.

Raven grinned, his croak a cry of victory. Sonny Baca was beaten, willing to bargain, and those who bargained with darkness were already lost.

Very well, he said, stepping out of his circle into Sonny's dream. See, you have nothing to fear from me. I am willing to meet you in your own dream.

Sonny held the dream catcher ready, but Raven didn't attack. He was talking of making a deal. Don Eliseo and Lorenza had warned him; Raven would offer bargains, he would trade. He was hoping to get Sonny's guard down by stepping into Sonny's dream and pretending to be a friend, but Raven only had one purpose in mind. To kill Sonny.

What kind of deal do you want to make?

A haughty Raven chose his words carefully.

I have your grandmothers. If I kill them, you die. You understand that?

Sonny knew he had to be ready and crafty. Moments ago he had been caught off guard and sucked into Raven's trap, and it had cost don Eliseo his life. Now the same shadow of evil moved to control him in his dream.

Yes, I understand, Sonny replied. You have played a very good game, Sorcerer. Learned to enter my dreams and steal my past. But I, too, have some power!

None as powerful as mine, Raven replied, lifting his curved sword to strike.

Sonny waved his dream catcher shield, and Raven jumped back, shielding himself from the strong pull of the hole in the middle of the dream catcher.

Ah, so the old man and his medicine men have given you a toy to threaten me! Why do you wave that thing at me? I came as a friend.

He's afraid of the dream catcher, Sonny thought. If he slips through the hole, it will suck him into the land that is the origin of dreams. Let's see what else he fears.

Sonny began to move slowly around Raven. I have the shield, the Zia medal, the coyote medicine, he said to Raven, all the while watching Raven's glistening eyes.

So let's make a deal. Take me, release the girls, Sonny said, realizing that the bargaining was part of an old game they played.

Oh, no, I need them, Raven replied cautiously, also circling, feinting with his sword as he talked, frowning when Sonny easily stepped away.

Why do you need them?

Let's say they are ransom for the future. As long as I have them, you cannot come after me. Besides, I need the women to serve me. In a few hours the fifth sun dies, and I will rule in the new era. The king of chaos needs ladies at his side.

Four women, one for each quadrant of the universe, Sonny said, all the while circling and positioning himself.

Raven looked surprised.

So you know. Yes, even in the universe of chaos the four quadrants remain. There are essentials even chaos cannot break down. I need a lady in each section, so as I travel across the heavens I have someone to visit.

Four feminine spirits to visit, Sonny thought. No, not just ladies to visit, but wombs in which to give birth to eternal chaos.

The thought made Sonny shiver. The outcome of the game had consequences far beyond the struggle tonight.

What else do you want?

Raven pointed his sword at Sonny's chest. The Zia medallion. And I will take the leather pouch the witch gave you. You must not have the coyote medicine.

Sonny touched the medal and pouch hanging around his neck.

What do you give me in exchange?

I spare you.

Ah, so Raven was willing to let him live. Good news. But if Raven kept the spirits of the young women, Sonny would have very little power in any future struggle. When the power of the winter shaman was gone, the edges of the universe would begin to crumble. The solstice sun would not return, or return so weakened that catastrophic weather would create havoc on the earth.

I want to live, Sonny said, playing the fearful part but constantly gauging Raven's movements.

Of course you want to live, Raven replied. And I offer you life. Why die here, in your dream? Why not return and enjoy what is left of your time in the arms of the witch?

Lorenza?

Yes, the bruja who taught you the coyote medicine has lust in her heart for you.

I have a woman, Sonny said.

True, but think what happened to the child she carried. You need a son to pass on your knowledge.

I can't accept your deal, Sonny said, waving the dream catcher, making Raven jump.

Why?

You killed my child!

I needed to show you my power! Raven said menacingly. I want you to know I can strike anywhere! I have taken your grandmothers from your dreams, the blood of your ancestors, and I have taken the blood from the womb of your woman. What more do I have to do to prove I am your master?

A soft moan escaped Sonny's lips. His child, Rita's child, sacrificed by Raven to prove his omnipotence. Damn the evil spirit! He would take him apart with his bare hands! But he must do it as Coyote, with craft and cunning.

I must fight you, and yet I feel your strength.

He clutched his side as if in pain, began to limp as he backed away.

If you do not accept my bargain, I will kill you! Raven replied.

Kill me, Sonny thought, but it won't be as easy as killing don Eliseo.

Look at you, you can barely walk, Raven gloated. Your spirit is weak. Give me what I seek, and I'll leave you alone. Return to the witch or your woman, it doesn't matter. In a few hours I kill time, the sun will die. All is lost.

I should have known you were too strong, Sonny whispered, his voice pleading, drawing the arrogant Raven to him. Around the circle of his dream he saw the coyotes appear.

Time ends with a whimper, Raven said. I can wait no longer. Give me the medallion of the sun!

You win, Sonny said, lowering his shield and reaching for the medallion and the pouch that hung around his neck. He held them out for Raven to take.