Galilee. Clive Barker

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СКАЧАТЬ Keep his eyes wide and his feet planted in the same spot; have himself a story to tell his children, and the children of his children, when this event was a lifetime from now.

      He had no sooner shaped these thoughts, however, than the argument between the couple ceased, and he had cause to wish he had fled. The woman had returned her gaze to the baby, but her consort, who’d had his back to Zelim throughout most of the exchange, now cast a look over his shoulder, and fixing his eyes upon Zelim, beckoned to him.

      Zelim didn’t move. His legs had turned to stone, his bowels to water; it was all he could do not to befoul his pants. He suddenly didn’t care whether or not he had a tale to tell his children. He only wanted the sand to soften beneath him, so he could slide into the dark, where this man’s gaze could not find him. To make matters worse the woman had bared her breasts and was offering her nipple to the babe’s mouth. Her breasts were sumptuous, gleaming and full. Though he knew it wasn’t wise to be staring past the beckoning husband and ogling the wife, Zelim couldn’t help himself.

      And again, the man summoned him with the hook of his fingers, but this time spoke.

      “Come here, fisherman,” he said. He didn’t speak loudly, but Zelim heard the command as though it had been spoken at his ear. “Don’t be afraid,” the man went on.

      “I can’t…” Zelim began, meaning to tell the man his legs would not obey him.

      But before the words were out of his mouth, the summons moved him. Muscles that had been rigid a few heartbeats before were carrying him toward his summons, though he had not consciously instructed them to do so. The man smiled, seeing his will done, and despite his trepidation Zelim could not help but return the smile, thinking as he walked toward his master that if the rest of the men were still watching him they would probably think him courageous, for the casual measure of his stride.

      The woman, meanwhile, having settled the infant to sucking, was also looking Zelim’s way, though her expression—unlike that of her husband—was far from friendly. What radiance would have broken from her face had she been feeling better tempered Zelim could only guess. Even in her present unhappy state she was glorious.

      Zelim was within perhaps six feet of the couple now, and there stopped, though the man had not ordered him to do so.

      “What is your name, fisherman?” the man said.

      Before Zelim could reply, the woman broke in. “I’ll not call him by the name of a fisherman.”

      “Anything’s better than nothing,” the husband replied.

      “No it’s not,” the wife snapped. “He needs a warrior’s name. Or nothing.”

      “He may not be a warrior.”

      “Well he certainly won’t be a fisherman,” the woman countered.

      The man shrugged. The exchange had taken the smile off his face; he was plainly running out of patience with his lady.

      “So let’s hear your name,” the woman said.

      “Zelim.”

      “There then,” the woman said, looking back at her husband. “Zelim! Do you want to call our child Zelim?”

      The man looked down at the baby. “He doesn’t seem to care one way or another,” he remarked. Then back at Zelim. “Has the name treated you kindly?” he asked.

      “Kindly?” Zelim said.

      “He means are you pursued by women?” the wife replied.

      “That’s a consideration,” the husband protested mildly. “If a name brings good fortune and beautiful women, the boy will thank us for it.” He looked at Zelim again. “And have you been fortunate?”

      “Not particularly,” Zelim replied.

      “And the women?”

      “I married my cousin.”

      “No shame in that. My brother married my half-sister and they were the happiest couple I ever met.” He glanced back at his wife, who was tenderly working the cushion of her breast so as to keep the flow of milk strong. “But my wife’s not going to be content with this, I can see. No offense to you, my friend. Zelim is a fine name, truly. There’s no shame in Zelim.”

      “So I can go?”

      The man shrugged. “I’m sure you have…fish to catch…yes?”

      “As it happens, I hate fish,” Zelim said, surprised to be confessing this fact—which he had never spoken to anyone—in front of two strangers. “All the men in Atva talk about is fish, fish, fish—”

      The woman looked up from the face of the nameless child.

      “Atva?” she said.

      “It’s the name of—”

      “—the village,” she said. “Yes, I understand.” She tried the word again, several times, turning the two syllables over. “At. Va. At. Vah.” Then she said: “It’s plain and simple. I like that. You can’t corrupt it. You can’t make some little game of it.”

      Now it was her husband’s turn to be surprised. “You want to name my boy after some little village?” he said.

      “Nobody will ever know where it came from,” the woman replied. “I like the sound, and that’s what’s important. Look, the child likes the sound too. He’s smiling.”

      “He’s smiling because he’s sucking on your tit, wife,” the man replied. “I do the same thing.”

      Zelim could not keep himself from laughing. It amused him that these two, who were in every regard extraordinary beings, still chatted like a commonplace husband and wife.

      “But if you want Atva, wife,” the man went on, “then I will not stand between you and your desires.”

      “You’d better not try,” the woman replied.

      “You see how she is with me?” the man said, turning back to Zelim. “I grant her what she wants and she refuses to thank me.” He spoke with the hint of a smile upon his face; he was clearly happy to have this debate ended. “Well, Zelim, I at least will thank you for your help in this.”

      “We all of us thank you,” the woman replied. “Especially Atva. We wish you a happy, fertile life.”

      “You’re very welcome,” Zelim murmured.

      “Now,” said the husband, “if you’ll excuse us? We must baptize the child.”

       III

      Life in Atva was never the same after the day the family went down to the water.

      Zelim was of course questioned closely as to the nature of his exchange with the man and woman, firstly by old Kekmet, then by just about anybody СКАЧАТЬ