Tiger Lily (27 page)

I
followed Peter on solitary walks, when he traversed the edges of the area where the boys now hid and watched for pirate tracks.

We were out on one of these walks when Wendy appeared in our path. She looked like a fawn, startled and unsure.

She smiled. I didn’t like the look of the smile. It was too confident of Peter.

“The boys told me I’d find you somewhere around here.”

“Yeah.”

Peter put his arms up against a bent tree, restless, but happy to see her.

“They’re talking about when we’ll depart,” Wendy said. “I guess we’ll leave some people behind. But of course, I’ll be going.”

Peter nodded, his arms still against the tree.

“Peter, do you ever think of leaving here?” she asked.

Peter shook his head. “Of course not.”

Wendy seemed to be mustering her courage. “You could, you know. I could look after you.” She looked scared. And for a brief moment of compassion, I realized she was just an uncertain human girl, like any girl. “I could love you,” she said to the ground, her voice low with nerves.

Peter was silent for a few moments. He leaned harder against the tree; above his head, the branches swayed a bit. “You don’t know me,” he said. “I murder pirates. I take everything.”

Wendy looked up and smiled with a trembling mouth. “No. You’re wonderful.”

Peter let out a long, slow breath. Wendy stepped closer. She kissed him, on the side of his mouth. He stood perfectly still. He didn’t kiss her back. But he didn’t move away either.

Later I understood.

Over those next days, I watched her and saw it clearly. When Peter made mistakes, Wendy cheered for him anyway. One afternoon he beat her and everyone else in a race organized by Slightly. She only laughed and squeezed his wrist with easy affection and told him how fast he was. She was so undeterred by losing that it made the boys wonder if winning was exactly what they’d thought it was or if in England it was different.

When Peter got angry with Slightly later that night, Wendy sat beside him at the fire afterward and offered her support. “It’s hard to be in charge,” she said. “They could make it easier on you.” I sat on the log beside her and thought about pulling out each one of her hairs, even her eyelashes. Of course, what she said was true, but it was something Tiger Lily never would have said. Tiger Lily didn’t know how to be encouraging. And I hated that Wendy did, and Peter seemed to relax beside her.

Wendy made it clear, from that first day she arrived, that she could never walk away from Peter, and I suppose this had an effect too. She applauded him, and always sparkled in her eyes when she looked at him. She was like a bandage on his heart, and she tried to be the best bandage she could be, though what she was trying to help him heal from, she wasn’t sure of. And every time she did something nice for him, his anger would say to him that Tiger Lily would never do something like that. Even his thoughts got clearer around her, and easier to read.

I began to see that Wendy had something Tiger Lily hadn’t even known she was supposed to have. Of all the things Tiger Lily had thought she might have to be for Peter—strong, brave; to be big and to keep up—she had never thought that the one thing he wanted most from her was simply to show that she believed in him, always and without fail. For Peter, who feared losing so much, this was a great comfort indeed.

After several more days, he didn’t move down the log when Wendy sat beside him. He got protective, so that when I tried to put dead bugs in Wendy’s hair, or put poison ivy down on the places she loved to dangle her calves, he swatted me away.

And then one afternoon, when they were on a walk, with me lugging a tiny piece of pollen to stick in Wendy’s nose, with a plan of inducing a large quantity of mucus to appear, she kissed him, and for a moment or two, he kissed her back. This sent Peter’s head into another swirl, and Tiger Lily reared up in his heart and all around him. I dropped my pollen.

Maybe it would have been better to stay. But I saw the writing on the wall, even before Peter did. And I couldn’t watch it happen. I made a bunch of useless, angry gestures at them both before I left, but they didn’t bother to try to interpret them. I heard Wendy saying behind me that I was going off in a huff, and it made me sound small, and petty, and pointless. But the truth was, I was choosing. I was going where I belonged.

I am glad I was with Tiger Lily that afternoon, when she walked into Tik Tok’s house and saw he wasn’t in his bed. She thought it was a good sign, that he must be up and out in the village or in the woods on his own, and her heart lifted.

But he was not out in the village, and he did not come back from the woods.

She and Pine Sap followed his tracks. They led to the edge of the river, and went in.

He’d left his raspberry dress on the bank.

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he didn’t remember running to Peter’s. I tried to stop her from going. I flew in front of her eyes, I fluttered a wing into her nostril, I bit her on the shoulder. She didn’t swerve once. Her feet took her to a circular clearing near the glade.

Only one figure was there, perched on a rock, weaving something between her fingers.

Wendy smiled when she saw her, but nervously, as if she still considered Tiger Lily a wild animal.

“Welcome,” she said, like the clearing was hers and she was inviting her in. “You look awful. Is everything okay?”

Tiger Lily drifted down underneath herself. This was her one gift more than any other. Silently, she nodded. “Yes. Everything is okay.”

“The boys are out hunting,” Wendy said, looking around as if she needed their protection. The tiny tip of her nose dimpled when she smiled. “I just let them go without me. Peter is doing some thinking. And the best thing is to give them space.”

Tiger Lily nodded again, though she did not know what Wendy meant.

Wendy seemed uncomfortable with Tiger Lily in the clearing. “Why don’t you and I take a walk?”

“Okay.”

Wendy marveled at the tiniest things as they wound through the woods.

Pointing to a poisonous spiky tree, she said, “How wonderful!”

Or, looking at Tiger Lily’s bracelets, she said, “Oh, aren’t you lucky! They’re so unique!”

Mentioning that she’d heard about the wolf pup that Tiger Lily had given to Moon Eye, she exclaimed, “I’ve always wanted a wolf pup! She must love him so much! Can you get me one?”

She held her skirts against her legs as they walked, making sure to slowly avoid this tiny briar and that muddy boggy spot, for out of all the things in the forest, she noticed her dress the most.

They came to a creek, and here Wendy made them turn around.

“I can’t swim,” she explained. “I might get swept away.” Tiger Lily thought of Tik Tok, and for a moment, she wanted to sit down, right there in the middle of the path. But she straightened again as Wendy spoke.

“You’ll miss Peter, I’m sure, if he comes with us. I don’t know if the boys will come too. I hope you won’t be too mad at me, to steal your friends like this. But believe me, it’s for a good cause.”

Tiger Lily tried to process her words. Go to England? Peter?

And it made Tiger Lily float above herself, feel outside herself. Because, wasn’t Peter hers? Wasn’t it her hand that always held Peter’s? How else could it make sense?

“He says he has to think.” Wendy suddenly looked at her anew. “Maybe you should come too. Everyone would love you. You’re not conventionally pretty, but that’s all right. You’re exotic. I live in a beautiful house, it’s a big yellow one, right on Finsbury Circus. We’re an unconventional family,” she said with pride. “You could stay with us. You’d love it.” It was so out of Wendy’s realm of imaginings that Peter could love Tiger Lily that she wanted to include her. She wanted to sweep them both up in her confident happiness. But Tiger Lily was only quiet in return.

“Will you tell Peter something for me?” she said finally.

Wendy nodded brightly.

“Will you tell him that my father has drowned?”

Wendy went still and white, and Tiger Lily nodded a goodbye, then turned and set a path for home.

In all of this there was one bright spot. In the village, the wedding had been pushed back one cycle of the moon, out of respect for the dead.

T
iger Lily’s feet took her to the lagoon. She didn’t plan it, it just happened. I trailed along behind her helplessly. I hovered near her cheek to watch for any tears I could catch for her. But of course, her eyes stayed dry. She sat on a rock. She looked at the space where they had had the dance. She watched for the jellyfish under the water. She had the half-crazy, dazed notion that she could move herself back to another evening just by sitting in the same spot.

She wasn’t paying attention to anything around her; she was moving inside her own endless space. So it took her several moments to see a pair of eyes watching her, just above the surface of the lagoon. Seeing Tiger Lily notice her, Maeryn raised her nose and mouth and chin from beneath the water and swam closer toward her. She smiled. The smile sent shivers through me, and set off every warning bell in my head. I couldn’t see the shape of what she was planning, but I knew she was no friend. I huddled against Tiger Lily’s neck, because though Maeryn’s thoughts were too murky to hear, when her eyes flickered to me, she seemed to know what I knew. She seemed to know everything.

“You need me,” the mermaid said, turning her eyes on Tiger Lily. “I guessed you would.”

Maeryn propped herself onto her elbows in the muddy shallow water. Even in Tiger Lily’s grief, Maeryn’s beauty awed her. Maeryn gave her a searching, knowing look.

“The water swallowed your father. The fish saw it happen.” The words rattled around in Tiger Lily’s chest, which seemed to be newly hollow. “And Peter has betrayed you in your moment of need. Am I right?” Maeryn looked at her inquisitively, playing with a tendril of her wet hair and raking a piece of seaweed out of it with her fingertips.

Tiger Lily pulled her knees up to her chin and hugged them. It seemed to be all the answer Maeryn needed.

The mermaid shook her head. “It’s in his nature, like I said. Peter will always be slippery.” She sighed, and reached out to touch one of Tiger Lily’s toes. Though Tiger Lily knew better, she let the mermaid do it. I feared she might drown her, but Maeryn merely stroked her foot, lulling her. “The Wendy girl can’t stay.” She turned her murky green eyes to Tiger Lily’s face, considerately. I was the only one who saw the envy there. Tiger Lily merely shook her head, vaguely agreeing … though she probably would have agreed with any statement said by anyone at that moment.