Authors: Lisa Tuttle
The Mysteries (38 page)
As the woman passed beneath the streetlight, her hair gleamed a brassy, improbable color in the glow, and I had a clear glimpse of her face.
It was Fred.
For a moment I was rooted to the spot, too astonished to call out. Surely I was mistaken. Then, as she continued to move swiftly away from me toward the end of the street, I became determined that she shouldn't get away, and I ran after her. My footsteps sounded clearly in the still, quiet air, yet Fred made no sound at all. And although I was running, and she seemed to be moving at no more than a quick walk, not only did I fail to catch up to her, but the distance between us grew rapidly greater. By the time I reached the end of the street, she had disappeared. I ran out into the middle of the road and looked around wildly, and there she was, moving at the same, even pace down the next street.
I chased after her, past more of the sleeping terraced houses, hearing only my own footsteps and my own panting breath. I couldn't catch up to her. Again she turned the corner well ahead of me, and again passed out of my sight. This time, the street ended in a little square, filled with a gated, communal garden. I was just in time to see her open the gate and go inside.
There was no hurry now. There was unlikely to be another exit.
I crossed the street slowly, looking around at the houses whose windows overlooked this little private park, trying to see if there was anything I recognized, trying to recall if I had been here before, on my way to visit Laura. Was this the garden where Hugh had filmed Peri the summer before she disappeared?
The gate, when I reached it, hung slightly ajar, just waiting for a push from me. I stared through the bars, trying to see into the garden, but it was scarcely possible. Bushes had been planted thickly around the entrance and trained into an arbor. Just now it felt like a tunnel. Perhaps, in daytime, there might have been a view of the garden through the arbor, but now, in the dark, I could see nothing but shadow, and I could only guess where the tunnel might take me.
I might walk through and find myself in a nighttime garden, alone.
Or it might take me to wherever Fred had gone.
My heart pounded erratically. I pressed my hand against it and felt the card in my breast pocket. I thought of the picture on the front of it, the silent landscape from my dream; and then I thought of the real and living woman who had chosen it, perhaps on impulse, or for some unknown personal reason, and I remembered, word for word, the message she had written inside. I imagined Jenny walking up and down the cool, stone corridors of The Cloisters, hoping I would come, fearing I would not, as the day wore on. Was she alone, or was there a child with her? My son? My daughter?
I thought of the promise I'd made to Laura, and imagined her anger, and her anxiety, if I never called. Would she come looking for me?
I thought of all the mysteries of my own life, waiting to be solved, and wondered how I could let myself be so distracted.
I don't know how long I stood there.
Acknowledgments
The lines from “Mider to Etain” in the epigraph, and the quotation in Chapter 11 are both from Jeffrey Gantz's translation of “The Wooing of Etain” in
Early Irish Myths and Sagas,
Penguin Books, 1981.
The quotation in Chapter 9 is from
The Catcher in the Rye
by J. D. Salinger, copyright 1945, 1946, 1951.
The letter and some lines of dialogue in Chapter 17 are from “Nelson, Mary” in
An Encyclopedia of Fairies
by Katharine Briggs, copyright 1976; she gives as her source Sir Walter Scott's
Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border
.
The “quotation” in Chapter 24 is adapted from a description in “The Land of Knapdale,” Number 13 in the West Highland Series, a pamphlet compiled and illustrated by Mairi MacDonald F.S.A. Scot., copyright 1986.
Thanx and a tip of the Tuttle hat to Lewis Shiner, who planted a seed years ago when he let me read his unpublished play,
Neverland,
and to Faith Brooker, who showed me Sydenham Hill Woods.
Also by Lisa Tuttle
Windhaven
(with George R. R. Martin)
THE MYSTERIES
A Bantam Spectra Book / March 2005
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A Division of
Random House, Inc.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are
the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events,
or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2005 by Lisa Tuttle
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Library of Congress Cataloging in Publication Data
Tuttle, Lisa, 1952–
The mysteries / Lisa Tuttle.
p. cm.
I. Title.
PS3570.U85M97 2005
813'.54—dc22
2004054877
Published simultaneously in Canada
eISBN: 978-0-553-90128-3
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