above. Thatâs not the interesting part, though. I took tissue from the head and snuck into the Coronerâs lab to extract DNA and run it through CODIS. I wasnât expecting much, but I wanted to be thorough. Itâs your lucky day, Detective. Youâre familiar with the Night Creeper, I presume.â
Certainly he was.
âWell, youâve got him. Or, rather, his head. Or, rather, I do. In my freezer.â
Jacob, dumbstruck, watched her give a shallow curtsy.
âTa-da,â shesaid.
THE LAND OFNOD
O n the morning of Ashamâs departure, her father again tries to dissuade her.
âYouâll never find them.â
âI wonât if I stay,â Asham says.
Eve mumbles to herself.
âOur place is here,â Adam says, gesturing to the valley walls. âYou have no right to leave. Seeking knowledge that isnât yours is the source of all evil. Thereâs no worse sin.â
âYou think?â Asham says. âI can come up with a few.â
âHeâs right,â Yaffa says. âPlease.â
Asham looks at her ruined sister. Her golden hair has turned to weeds; blue veins worm across her face. She has refused to cast off her widowâs garb, refused to work, spending her days cross-legged on the dirt floor, picking listlessly at the skin on her hands.
With Cain fled, and Nava gone with him, the burdens have fallen heavily upon Asham, leaving her to draw the water, cut the firewood, gather the food and cook it; leaving her to grit her teeth while Yaffa keens.
Where is my beloved?
Where is his vengeance?
Asham wants to shake her.
Your beloved is gone.
His vengeance is yours for the taking.
But it requires that you stop crying.
It requires that you stand up, and act.
Asham says, âYou donât know whatâs out there.â
âThatâs the point,â Adam says. âAnd if you do find them? How many must I lose?â
âItâs justice.â
âJustice is the Lordâs to dispense, not yours.â
âTell that to your dead son,â she says.
He slaps her.
In the silence, Eveâs murmuring is like a shout.
Yaffa says, âYou donât need to go. I donât want you to hurt him.â
âWhat hardness is in you,â Adam says, âthat you cannot forgive when she can?â
Asham, remembering the scream of an unbodied soul, says, âShe wasnât there.â
â
S HE CARRIES LITTLE . Spare sandals; a blanket of wool and another of flax; a small gourd; a slaughtering stone.
All products of Cainâs ingenuity.
She could not pursue him without his help.
Knowing that they cannot be without a source of fresh water, she follows the river upstream, away from the familyâs sheltered nook in the shadow of the Mountain of Consideration. The next morning she arrives at a sharp bend, the farthest boundary of their cultivation. Past that, their father has said, it is forbidden for man to ventureâforbidden to think about venturing.
She remembers a day long ago, standing beside Cain, staring at the opposite bank.
How can a thought be forbidden?
He will have exploited superstition.
In his position, she would do the same.
She wades to the other side.
The valley winds, narrows, widens again. Hacked vines scabbed with dried sap point the way, and she seeks blackened patchesâthe remnants of campfires, each of which represents a day of their progress. Behind her, smoke threads from the top of the Mountain of Consideration,which shrinks and drops below the horizon. Vegetation rushes in unchecked. The landâs cheery face slackens to indifference and then to a hostile frown. Even the wildflowers appear malignant and overbright. Strange animals stare, unblinking, unafraid. Distant shrieks steal her breath. Skeletons, picked clean, hurry her on.
When Asham was a girl, her parents talked about the hideous fate that awaited anyone who strayed too far. Unimaginable cold, rivers
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