Wild Seed by Octavia E. Butler Page A

have been doubly warned. Lale chose to ignore me. I cannot seem to breed stupidity out of some of my people. He thought it would be interesting to watch when Isaac came to as hungry for a woman as you were for food. He thought perhaps he would have you too when Isaac had finished."
    "But how could he reach out and change the thoughts in my mind?"
    "It was his special ability. I've had men who were better at it—good enough to control you absolutely, even control your changes. You would be no more than clay for such a man to mold. But Lale was the best of his generation to survive. His kind often don't survive long."
    "I can understand that!" Anyanwu said.
    "No, you can't," Doro told her. "But you will."
    She turned away. They were on deck, so she stared out at the sea where several large fish were leaping into the air and arcing down again into the water. She had watched such creatures before, watched them longingly. She thought she could do what they did, thought she could become one of them. She could almost feel the sensation of wetness, of strength, of moving through the water as swiftly as a bird through the air. She longed to try, and she feared to try. Now, though, she did not think of trying. She thought only of the body of Lale Sachs, wrapped in cloth, its gaping wounds hidden. Would the leaping fish finish what she had begun? Consume the rest of the foolish, ugly, evil man?
    She closed her eyes. "What shall we do now, Doro? What will you do with me?"
    "What shall I do with you?" he mocked. He put his hands around her waist and pulled her against him.
    Startled, she moved away. "I have killed your son."
    "Do you think I blame you for that?"
    She said nothing, only stared at him.
    "I wanted him to live," Doro said. "His kind are so troublesome and so short-lived . . . He has fathered only three children. I wanted more from him, but, Anyanwu, if you had not killed him, if he had succeeded in what he meant to do, I would have killed him myself."
    She lowered her head, somehow not really surprised. "Could you have done it? Your son?"
    "Anyone," he said.
    She looked up at him, questioning, yet not wanting answers.
    "I control powerful people," he said. "My people. The destruction they can cause if they disobey me is beyond your imagining. Any one of them, any group of them who refuse to obey is useless to me and dangerous to the rest of my people."
    She moved uncomfortably, understanding what he was telling her. She remembered his voice when he spoke to her the night before. " Come. Kill again. It has been a long time since 1 was a woman !" He would have consumed her spirit as she had consumed his son's flesh. He would be wearing her body today.
    She turned to look out at the leaping fish again, and when he drew her to his side this time, she did not move away. She was not afraid; she was relieved. Some part of her mind wondered how this could be, but she had no answer. People did not react rationally to Doro. When he did nothing, they feared him. When he threatened them, they believed him, but did not hate him or flee.
    "Isaac is well," he told her.
    "Is he? What did he do for his hunger?"
    "Endured it until it went away."
    To her surprise, his words sparked guilt in her. She had the foolish urge to find the young man and apologize for not keeping him with her. He would think she had lost her senses. "You should get him a wife," she told Doro.
    Doro nodded absently. "Soon," he said.

    There came a time when Doro said land was near—a time when the strange food was rotten and full of worms and the drinking water stank and the ship stank and the slaves fought among themselves and the crewmen fished desperately to vary their disgusting diet and the sun's heat intensified and the wind did not blow. In the midst of all this discomfort, there were events that Anyanwu would recall with pleasure for the rest of her life. This was when she came to understand clearly just what Isaac's special ability was, and he came to