Wizard of the Pigeons. Megan Lindholm

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      The last words she shouted as gleefully as any child ever did. Both men jumped, then smiled abashedly at one another. The simple words were full, not of awe-inspiring power, but of glowing energy. When Cassie chanted them, her voice made them a song to childhood and innocence, suggesting the woman’s magic she wielded so well. Wizard and Rasputin exchanged glances, nodding at the sudden freeness in the sky and the fresh calm that settled over them. They settled back onto the bench.

      ‘Something bad’s come to Seattle,’ Cassie announced suddenly.

      Rasputin and Wizard stiffened again. Rasputin’s feet began to keep time with his hand, to dance away the threat that hovered. Wizard sat very still, looking apprehensive and feeling strangely guilty.

      ‘What you want to be saying things like that for?’ the black wizard abruptly complained. ‘Nice enough day, we all come together for some talk, like we hardly ever do, I bring you a new jump rope song, and then you go “Boogie-boo!” at us. Why get us all spooked up when we just got comfortable?’

      ‘Oh, bullshit!’ Cassie disarmed him effortlessly. ‘You knew it when you came. That jump rope song scared the shit out of you. You knew it didn’t mean anything good when kids in the city start singing stuff like that. So you brought it to me to hear me say how bad it was. Well, it’s bad.’

      ‘Just one little jump rope song!’

      ‘Omens and portents, my dear Rasputin. I have seen the warnings written in the graffiti on the overpasses and carved on the bodies of the young punkers. There are signs in the entrails of the gutted fish on the docks, and ill favours waft over the city.’

      ‘Just a strong wind from Tacoma,’ Rasputin tried to joke, but it fell flat. The small crowd of pigeons that had come to cluster at Wizard’s feet rose suddenly, to wheel away in alarm. Startled at nothing.

      ‘What kind of trouble, Cassie?’ Wizard asked.

      ‘You tell me,’ she challenged quietly.

      ‘Ho, boy!’ Rasputin breathed out. ‘Think I’m gonna dance me off to somewhere else. Give a holler when the shit settles, Cassie. I’ll tell the Space Needle you said hi!’

      She nodded her good-byes as Wizard sat silent and stricken. Rasputin stroked off across the cobbled square, his gently swaying hips and shoulders turning his walk into a motion as graceful as the flight of a sea bird. He vanished slowly among the parked cars and moving pedestrians. Wizard was left sitting beside Cassie. Her body made him uneasy. It had taken him a long time to accept that every time he saw Cassie she would be a different person. Today she seemed too young and vibrantly feminine, radiating a femaleness that had nothing to do with weakness or docility. He wished she had come as the bag lady, or the retired nurse, or the straggly-haired escapee from the rest home. Those persons were easier for him to deal with. Looking at her today was like staring into the sun. Yet anyone else passing by their bench might have tagged them as a very nondescript couple. He suddenly wished desperately to be somewhere else, to be someone else. But he was Wizard, and he was sitting beside Cassie, and he felt like a small and scruffy kid in spite of his magic. Or maybe because of it.

      ‘Your den is the storm’s eye,’ she said without preamble. ‘Whatever it is, it’s coming for you. You want to tell me about it, so I can at least warn the rest of us?’

      Wizard shook his head, trying to breathe. ‘I can’t. Not because I won’t, but because I don’t know what you’re talking about. I mean, I don’t know anything about it. Not exactly. Anyone with any magic at all can tell that there’s something hanging over the city. But I don’t know what it is, and –’

      ‘It’s coming for you.’ Cassie’s voice brooked no denial. There was a chill in it that was not the absence of feelings, but the hard edge of emotions kept in check. ‘Whatever it is, it’s yours. If it has a balancing point, only you will be able to reach it. The sooner you stop it, the better for us all. But you can’t stop it until you give it a name. Do you know what I’m saying?’

      ‘I know you’re scaring the hell out of me.’

      ‘Good. Then you do understand. Be on your toes. Keep your rules.’

      ‘I do. You know I do.’ He added the last reproachfully.

      ‘Yes. As I keep mine. I suppose I know that best of all.’ There was regret in her words. It stung him.

      ‘Cassie. I’m not holding out on you. If I knew anything, wouldn’t I tell you?’

      She leaned back on the bench, not speaking. Silence fell between them. Thin Seattle sunshine, a mixture of yellow and grey, cautiously touched the uneven paving stones. A sea bird flew overhead, too high to be seen against the sun’s glare, but its mournful cries penetrated the city sounds to echo in Wizard’s soul. A terrible foreboding built within him, forcing words out.

      ‘There was something, once. Like a hunger, an appetite. Something like that. I don’t remember.’

      ‘It didn’t have a name?’

      ‘It was grey,’ he admitted uneasily.

      ‘So it was.’ Cassie sighed heavily. ‘So you’ve told me. Listen, Wizard. If you needed help, you’d come to me, wouldn’t you?’

      ‘Who else would I go to? But you’ve got something backward, Cassie. I heard about the grey thing from you.’

      ‘You did? Well, if you say so, it must have been so. Just remember, Wizard. If you need help, I’m your friend. Just let it out that you need me, and I’ll come to you. And…it doesn’t have to be danger. If you just want some company, that’s fine, too. If you just want to see me…’

      ‘If I need a friend. I know that, Cassie.’

       She lifted a slender hand that hovered uncertainly for a moment before falling to gently pat the bench between them. ‘Listen,’ she said suddenly. ‘You want a story? I’ve got a story for you if you want it.’

      ‘Sure,’ he lied, covering his reluctance. He never liked what Cassie’s stories did for him.

      Cassie settled in. She took a breath, and after a moment began, ‘Once there was a war, where a guerrilla force was fighting an army from across the seas that was struggling to keep a government in power.’

      ‘If you mean Viet Nam, say Viet Nam,’ he said with a bravado he didn’t feel.

      ‘I didn’t say Viet Nam, so shut your mouth and listen!’ When Cassie was interrupted, she was as fierce as a banty on eggs. ‘There was an old man in a village. He had an old rifle, and whenever the foreign soldiers came near, he would fire a few shots in the air. This was because the guerrilla forces expected him to snipe at the foreign soldiers. He could not bring himself to do that. So he would fire a few wild rounds at nothing in particular, and the guerrillas would hear the shots and be satisfied he was doing his part. The foreign soldiers understood. Sometimes they’d even let off a burst or two, to make things sound lively. And the old man’s family slept safely at night.

      ‘But into this there came a very young foreign soldier who didn’t understand the rules of the game. So when he saw the old man fire the old rifle, he took him seriously. He killed him.’

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