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            “Cal didn't think twice, did he?”

            “I am not him, and you are not Pell.  I knew it was a bad idea to tell you that story!”

            Moon got to his feet.  He wondered what would happen if he just jumped into the water.  Tyson's head was lowered.  Moon could see his neck where his hair parted and fell over his shoulders.  He wanted to touch the knuckle of spine there.

            Tyson looked up at him and Moon held his gaze for long seconds.  Then Tyson stood up.  He made a sound of distress and rubbed Moon's arms with his hands.

           
Do it!
Moon thought loudly.

            When they finally shared breath, Moon felt as if he turned into a silver liquid, which slipped down through Tyson's arms and ran all over the ground at their feet.  There were no physical sensations and hardly any images, just this quicksilver feeling of being set free.  We could walk the road of light to the moon.  We could keep on walking.

            Moon couldn't see properly once Tyson released him.  His mouth was numb.  His jaw ached.  He could feel Tyson's fingers digging deep into his upper arms.

            “I have to go,” Tyson said.  “Moon, I have to.”

            Moon pulled him close, pressed his face against Tyson's shirt.  “No.  Don't.  Please.”

            He felt Tyson's arms curl around his back, Tyson's lips against his hair.  They stood like that for what seemed hours.  Then a piercing whistle startled them and they jumped apart.

            Somehar called: “Ty!”

            Moon recognised Terez's voice.

            “Fuck,” Tyson said in a low voice.  He turned and waved.  Terez was standing on the Reliquary steps, hands on hips.

            “Now, I really have to go,” Tyson said.

            “I'll see you tomorrow.  Ember can just go throw himself in the lake.”

            Tyson said nothing to this.  He touched Moon's cheek briefly with his fingers, then ran towards Terez.

Terez didn't mention what he'd seen until they'd nearly reached the inn, but his silence was excruciating.

            “Have you won Snake round now?” Tyson asked.

            “Almost.”

            “He'll come to Immanion?”

            “Galhea might be better.”

            “Good idea.  Have you communicated with Pell?”

            “Yes.”

            “What did he say?”

            Terez stopped walking and stared at Tyson for some moments.  Tyson returned his gaze.  He would not flinch.

            “OK, what exactly were you doing by the lake?” Terez asked.

            “Nothing.  You saw.  Moon needed reassurance.  He's scared.”

            “Right.  Well, I have one thing to say to you and it is this: no.  Got that?”

            “No what?”

            “Tyson, you are a predator as your illustrious hostling is a predator.  You're gorgeous and no doubt every young har in this forsaken place is panting to get near you.  But Moon is my sori, the son of my brother, and this is a delicate situation and you will keep your paws off.  Be sure you don't want to cross me on this.”

            Terez started to walk off, but Tyson grabbed hold of his arm.  “If we're speaking so plainly, then it's my turn.  Why, Terez?  What business is it of yours?”

            “It's my business if Snake is offended and, trust me, he will be offended by you.  He remembers what Cal did to our family.”

            “That's insane.  If it wasn't for Cal, Pell would have ended up Uigenna.”

            “Which Snake is.  Think about it.  Just don't go stepping into this territory.  There's too much history attached to it.  Also, I'm concerned for Moon.  He doesn't need his head or his feelings scrunched up into a little ball to be thrown away by you.”

            “Excuse me!  You've no right to say that.  I've no intention of hurting him.”

            “I'm sure Cal had the same feeling for all of his casualties too.”

            “I can't help who my hostling is!”

            “Of course you can't.  How sad.  Back off, Ty.  I mean it.”

            “If you had a heart instead of that black piece of coal in your chest, you might not be so draconian.”

            “Oh, is your heart involved?  Surely, it's too early for that.  I imagine it's more to do with the throbbing collection of sex organs that currently have a gun pointed at your head.  Heart indeed!”

            “It
is
possible, Terez.  Normal hara feel that way sometimes, you know.”

            “I'm sure they do.  If you really
feel that way,
you can wait, can't you?”

            “You're asking me to prove my intentions are honourable?  We're not human, Terez.  Moon and I are second generation.  Don't go dumping your ancient history shit all over us.”

            “I don't care what you think.  If you touch that har again, you will regret it deeply.  I have nothing else to say on the matter.”

            Terez, in fact, had nothing else to say at all.  That night, he and Tyson lay side by side in simmering silence.  Tyson couldn't get to sleep.  He felt angry, exhilarated, joyous and bereft.  He knew Terez was right: if anything happened between him and Moon it could upset the delicate negotiations with Snake.  But it was so difficult to ignore his instincts. 
Try,
he told himself. 
Use a political solution, as Pellaz would.  Organise it so that Moon comes to Galhea with his father.

            Perhaps that calm affirmation was a prayer in itself.  Perhaps something heard it.

Chapter Sixteen

The following morning, Moon was again woken early, but this time by Snake.  It must have challenged him to negotiate al the stairs and galleries to reach Moon's room, even though he'd used a walking stick.  He was quite out of breath when he sat down heavily on the end of the bed.

            Moon, instantly awake, dreaded that Snake was about to say something concerning Tyson.  “Son, we must talk,” he said.

            Moon sat up and nodded.  It was beyond him to speak.

            “Raven has returned,” Snake said.

            Was that all?

            “I have also come to a decision,” Snake continued.  “Terez will not take no for an answer.  All he wants me to do is meet with Pellaz.  He assures me I will be made to do nothing against my will, and I'm inclined to believe him.  It's been good having him around these past few days...”

            Snake's voice trailed off and his gaze became unfocused.  Moon wondered whether he was thinking about his childhood, in the days when his body had been whole.

            “Will you go to Immanion?” Moon asked, juggling scripts for how he might include himself on such a trip.

            “No, to a place called Galhea.  It was the Varrish stronghold, years ago.”  His tone became disapproving.  “Terzian's family is very close to the Tigron.  Both Terez and I consider it would be best if Pell and I met on neutral territory – or as neutral as it can get in Galhea.”

            “Can I come with you?” Moon asked, bracing himself for an argument.

            Snake stared at him for some moments.  His Eye was uncovered and Moon was sure it could see right into his soul.  “I wouldn't feel happy leaving you here alone.”

            Moon dampened the spontaneous desire to shriek with joy.  “What about Raven?”  he managed to ask in a level tone.

            Snake shifted uncomfortably on the bed.  “He is my protection.  I'll not travel without him, and this is where a slight problem lies.”

            “He hates Gelaming.”

            “It's rather more than that.  I've asked Terez and Tyson to come here mid-morning.  I want Raven to meet them.  I'm not sure how this will end, but it is a bridge to be crossed before we can even think about travelling.”

            Moon paused a moment, then said, “Snake, you were so afraid before Terez came.  Were you wrong to feel that way?  I didn't think it would be this easy for him to persuade you.”

            Snake smiled and reached out to touch his son's face, in exactly the same place where Tyson had touched it before leaving the previous evening.  “Nothing has changed.  Well, except for one thing.  I did not anticipate the happiness I'd feel at being reunited with my brother.  I'd forgotten so much.  That alone is a strong persuasive factor.  Now that I've found him, I realise I'm reluctant to lose him again.”

            “I understand,” Moon said earnestly.

            “There may be storms ahead,” Snake said.  “There will be danger, of that I have no doubt.  But a new realization has come to me:  we will not face these dangers alone.  We cannot avoid them, because as Terez has made clear to me, we are part of the web of destiny.  The Cevarros are no ordinary family, Moon.  It is no coincidence we have ended up as we are.  You are part of that.  It is time for you to become acquainted with your own destiny.”

            Moon scrambled over the bed and hugged his father.  Snake felt fragile and when Moon drew away, his face looked so young.  Moon stroked it with both hands.  He was Snake was weeping.  “Why are you sad?” Moon asked.

            “Pellaz will see me as I am,” Snake answered.  “I can't bear what I'll see on his face.  It'll be what I saw on Terez's face when he first came here, or perhaps worse, because Pell was always so vain.”

            “You are beautiful,” Moon said, “as beautiful as your brothers could ever be.”

            “I'm not meant to be alive,” Snake said.  “That is the truth of it.  That is why I've hidden here for so long, denying you a life.”

            Moon had experienced many 'firsts' with Snake recently, but this was a confidence he would never have dreamed of hearing.  He had no idea Snake worried about his disabilities.  He'd always assumed his father was above such things.

            “I'll be with you,” Moon said.  “Let Pellaz be frightened of your differences.  Why should you care?  It'll only be for a short time.  Once hara get used to the way you look, they don't even notice.  Remember Ember?  He was obsessed with your Eye until he saw it.  He's never mentioned it since.”