It felt like an awfully long time before she became aware, slowly, of the warmth of fingertips at her throat. They pressed, gently, and then were gone; then brushed against the tip of her nose and hovered above her lips. Her eyes snapped open suddenly, and she met the startled gaze of Edward Skweyiya. She was surprised to see his eyes were an odd assortment of brown and hazel, as they widened in the shock of contact. He jerked his hand back and spoke deliberately, ‘‘I was checking for your pulse, and to be sure that you were breathing, Miss Matiwane. Forgive me; I have startled you, and you are clearly unwell.’’
‘‘Oh,’’ she gasped breathlessly, ‘‘Oh, it’s you...’’ she winced, clutching her head and sitting upright, ever so cautiously. ‘‘I thought I heard...something...’’ she mumbled, avoiding eye contact. Embarrassment could not begin to describe her emotions, and she pushed herself to her feet, swaying slightly. He made no movement to steady her, she noted with a grim smile- just as well, the man looked more uncomfortable than she felt, twisting his lips into a mien of uncertainty. It suddenly made her furious, that this man, of all men, had intruded upon her at the very moment of weakness in which she would not wish to be seen by her closest friend.
‘‘Why are you here?’’ she demanded of him, straightening herself to the best of her ability. The corners of her vision were still dotted with flecks of dark colour, and she grimaced as it occurred to her that she would not be able to entirely walk the long distance back home without his assistance.
He raised his brows at her, discomfort cascading from his posture with little effort. ‘‘I have as much right to be here as you,’’ he replied pointedly, and turned to face into the rushing air. ‘‘It is this damnable Northern Surge,’’ he muttered, scowling at the open expanse of country laid before him.
‘‘What do you mean?’’ she enquired, coming to stand beside him. She wobbled as she drew near, cursing silently as her companion sighed in exasperation. ‘‘Don’t be ridiculous, Liziwe, there’s no need to stand on ceremony- here.’’ And with that he seized her hand, tucking it into the crook of his elbow while he stuffed both of his own hands into his pockets.
‘‘Mr Skweyiya, this is indecorous,’’ hissed Liziwe, staring daggers at him; but he barely spared her a peek. ‘‘It doesn’t seem as you’ve any other choice, have you? You can scarcely stand; let alone walk.’’
‘‘But I have not given you consent to use my Christian name!’’ she spat, more riled at the seeming helplessness of her condition than at him, her would-be rescuer.
‘‘Yes, well,’’ he smiled, ‘‘One does tend to take liberties,’’
‘‘You expect me to call you Edward? Or Nkosekhaya?’’ she shrilled incredulously.
‘‘The Northern Surge,’’ he spoke unhurriedly over her, ‘‘is supposedly a terrifying force that lays waste to all in its path. It seeks out the undeserving and plucks them from the Earth...’’ He paused, as if remembering something from long ago, before glancing at her with a crooked smile. ‘‘A bedtime story, my brother used to tell me in the dark as children…Was the Northern Surge speaking to you, Miss Matiwane?’’ She turned, ready to accost him for speaking of her episode with such demeaning implications- she was not a child, nor a mere woman- but as she met his eyes for the second time, she was struck by the sincerity of his gaze. It caused a great pang to run through her- and she was not entirely sure what it meant.
‘‘You never said why you were here.’’ she said instead, averting her eyes from the scrutiny of his glare. Always, she felt that he could see her every movement, every motion of her inner workings- and she would keep those to herself as long as she was able.
‘‘Is it a crime to take a walk? Enjoy the forest air and all that nonsense?’’ he rejoined, looking back at the woodland. ‘‘Come; the light is beginning to fade, and your familiarity with the land is of no use to me when you are not in full working order.’’ he said briskly, tugging at her to move alongside him. ‘‘Besides, there’s a dead rodent just up that bit of hill that looks as if it’s been savaged by another wild creature, and I want a better look.’’ She sighed, the hint of a smile tugging at her lips as she said, ‘‘It was most likely a martial eagle, they are common in these parts.’’ Then, biting her lip and averting her glance, she spoke in a low voice, ‘‘I will accept your help…Edward. Thank you.’’
‘‘The pleasure is all mine, Miss Matiwane,’’ he smirked, and together they picked their way through the gnarled prairie and overturned stones, back along the scarce, muddy track. As their forms retreated, the little folk eyed them and tittered behind their hands, tucked away, as they were, in the secret of Gwadana.
"Sonjica here- " and Edward flapped his hand at the distracted man- "was just informing me that these birds are town bred. Well! I've put a penny on it, for they're country bred, through and through!""You've lost your money, then" replied the merchant, Mr Casbane, "for they're town bred.""They are most certainly not!""Take it or leave it, Mister! They're town bred, and I have the ledger here to prove it."Sonjica stared at the woman. The woman stared back at him. Her eyes were wide, and dark, and fretful. They flickered to Edward and back again."Edward- look, do you see her? Just there?""Notnow, Sonjica, he's just fetching the ledger- the thief's name will be there, I'm sure of it- ""Edward, do you see that woman? Look, look now- there!" And he spun his fellow profiler round, jerking him by the sleeve of his greatcoat. Together they scanned the crowd, but where before she had stood, there was now a group of y
It was clear that this was by no means Simon's greatest wish, for his demeanour was grudging and ill-tempered as she slowly descended the stairs. But he held the door open for her all the same, and she stepped over the threshold, into the brisk air of early winter. Hesitantly she took the steps one at a time, clutching to the railing. Her cheek ached dreadfully, even in the mere minute it had been exposed to the weather. The street bustled; horses trotted by, and the citizens of Sterling found their dogged way from this place to another. She took it all in, in deep, bewildering breaths; into her mind, into her lungs, into her heart.Lifefound her, once again, in a heady rush of sound, and noise; a caterwaul after the silence of her prison.And it was too much. Energy, brimming and running over, teemed in every direction, flowing through her like great waves crashing against the surf. Her knuckles grew white against the railing, and she found her body
"Could I have a penny, sir?" "What?" Muttered Edward distractedly, striking a match to a packed pipe. "A penny, sir- haven't eaten all day!" "Thatis a lie- but it seems I will not be rid of you! There, now! Ask Mrs. J for a biscuit, you're clearly after one!" And with that he pulled three pennies from the pocket of his dressing gown, throwing them irritably at the delighted lad. Mylo scrambled about the room, plucking them from the wooden floor. It was at this moment that Professor Barland chose to enter the fray, opening the door and nearly tripping headlong over the boy as he reached for a final penny tucking itself under the ottoman. "What the devil- Mylo, good heavens is that you? I nearly broke a leg, young man, away with you!" Spluttered the professor as the boy righted himself, clutching to the mantelpiece and coming face to face with an old skull, its empty sockets gazing balefully through him. "Is that ahuma
The afternoon light glanced down like a slice of gold through the billowing clouds, scattering through the streets of Sterling in dispersed glints and flashes. People skittered this way and that, pausing to hail a passing cab, to inspect a broken lace torn free from a shoe, or to simply stop and chew the fat with a fellow. In short, it was that time of day, after the small meal has been taken, when people seem most relaxed in their digestion and less wary of their surroundings. That is to say, it was the opportune moment for a scallywag such as our little mongrel Mylo to pinch a rogue penny from an unattended purse, or to lend a helpful ear to those whose tongues perpetually wagged. On this particular day, our lad had within his possession a commodity which he knew might spark the imagination of his occasional-master:a curious story, which he himself had witnessed first-hand. And with this choicest of morsels tucked neatly away in his shar
Her eyes snapped into focus, alarm and fear mingling into an entirely different beast, whose hackles rose, whose lips pulled back into a guarded snarl. Her feet slid away from under her, her body propelled backwards on the energy of pure revulsion. But he seized her face between his warm hands, and drew her up towards him. A shriek tore from her lips; high and incoherent- but was silenced with his kiss. His mouth against hers was hard and demanding: it was an assault, an invasion of her person. Twisting her neck, she pulled away,awayfrom the searing contact of flesh against flesh- but his grip was made fast, coiling once more deep into her hair. His tongue darted into her mouth like a serpent; out and away, too quick, too shocking for her to seize it between her own teeth andripfor all her life was worth. He released her suddenly, and she tumbled backwards, catching herself precariously on the bedpost. Her stomach heav
He scrutinised her, taking in every curve of her form; every line, every crease, every movement. Through a dim fog of disbelief she waited, her awareness wavering on a knife's edge. He seemed to be before her, and yet, he did not seem real; a threatening mirage, a reminder that reality was only the counting of physical hurts. Did she live, did she breathe? His eyes were burning coals; bright, burning circles, burrowing into her, consuming her…"Liziwe, my dear," he said finally, as if she were a little child who had done something very naughty. "You have cost me a pretty penny, did you know? The keeping of a woman is not cheap… nor was this littlejauntof yours today, this… little adventure. Did you not think I would find you? You aremine, Liziwe; you are mywife. The sooner you understand that, the better it will be for you." His words lapped at the edge of her reason, and still she stared, h