The morning dawned, finding
Zelgadis brooding on the porch. He’d slept enough, and so sat on the railing
watching the sun come up. The door opened and Zelgadis looked to see the
merchant step outside.
“There you are, son. It’s
a good morning, isn’t it?”
Zelgadis looked back to
the rising sun. “It has promise. Last night… last night, for a moment,
she was herself. She wasn’t fully awake, and she tried to talk to me.”
“Did she now? Good. It’s
her day off today, maybe the two of you can work on her memory some more,”
the merchant said, lighting his pipe.
Zelgadis nodded, and then
looked to the man. “I don’t know your name. I’m living in your house, and
I do not know how to address my host.”
The merchant’s laugh boomed
out over the dawn. “Ian. Ian Sellmore. How’s that for you? With a family
name like that, how could I not be a merchant?”
Zelgadis smirked. “I see
your point. Thank you, Ian.” A sound at the doorway caused him to turn,
and he saw her standing there, looking out at them both.
“Good morning. Did you both
sleep well?” She asked. “Breakfast will be ready shortly. Zelgadis… I know
you like coffee for breakfast… do you want anything else?”
The flicker that crossed
his eyes wasn’t lost on Ian. “Coffee will be fine, thank you… Amy.” Zelgadis
took care to not call her Lina.
She turned with a nod and
went back into the house and Ian looked at him. “You didn’t tell her that
you liked coffee.”
Zelgadis nodded as he watched
her. “No, I didn’t. Her memories aren’t completely locked away.”
“Mmm,” Ian remarked, smoking
his pipe thoughtfully.
Zelgadis turned back to
the morning and looked out at the trees and wondered for the hundredth
time since his arrival what had happened to Lina.
Breakfast was a quiet moment
in the morning, Zelgadis sipping at his coffee, Amy eating her eggs, and
Ian spending most of the time writing up to-do lists for when he opened
up the store.
“Are you sure that you can
handle the store alone today? I could come help…” Amy said to Ian, as if
hoping that he’d take her with him.
“No, I think that spending
the day with Zelgadis and trying to work out your memories is a much better
idea.” Ian looked across to Zelgadis. “You need anything, feel free to
grab it. Just let me know and I’ll bring more back from the store.”
Zelgadis set the empty coffee
mug down and nodded. “If it is possible, please bring a blank writing journal
and a pencil.”
Ian stood, taking up his
lists and nodded. “That’s easy, son. I’ll bring it with me tonight.” He
reached out and gave Amy a gentle hug. “You go careful, girl.”
She hugged back and smiled
faintly. “I’ll… try…”
When Ian left, the silence
grew uncomfortable, and at length, Zelgadis looked to Amy who was simply
staring at her hands. “What do you do on your days off?”
She looked up with a start.
“Well… I usually do chores…”
Zelgadis nodded. “Then let’s
start.”
Chores consisted of laundry,
dishes, sweeping out the house, and various other little jobs that Zelgadis
was positive Lina would never do. And yet, there she was, scrubbing the
clothing as if there was nothing at all unusual in doing so. When she’d
swept out the house, she’d used a broom and he’d almost expected her to
levitate everything in the room. Instead, she’d patiently moved each piece
of furniture that she could, and he’d helped with the larger things, lifting
them into the air with a simple levitation spell.
She’d said she couldn’t
use magic.
He sat, watching her scrub
at a stain on a shirt. He’d have to figure out a way to get her to talk
to him. She seemed almost… afraid of him, afraid of the memories that she
had buried. But yesterday evening… she’d wanted him to help her. Up until
she’d looked at the talisman.
“Amy… I’m just sitting here
watching. What can I help you with?” He asked.
She paused, looking over.
“Not much,” she admitted. “I’m not used to having anyone around to help
me.” She shrugged slightly and went back to the wash.
He walked over to her, resting
his hands on her shoulders, almost hoping that she would blast him for
touching her. “My presence upsets you. Last night… you wanted to know.
Today, the idea upsets you. I can’t make the decision for you.”
She tensed under his grasp,
and he braced himself for the fireball. But none came. She sighed softly.
“When I picked up that… that thing… I saw a monster… like a quick flash
of memory. It… it… was after me…” She started to shake, and before he could
move, she turned in his hands and flung herself into him.
Startled, he stood there
looking down at her hair for a moment before he brought his arms around
her in what he hoped was a gentle embrace. He was, after all, made of stone.
They stood there like that
for a while, and he could feel the fabric of his shirt dampen from what
he expected were tears. After some time, he heard her whispering, sounding
so very much like an echo of herself. “I’m afraid it will come back for
me, Zel… that if I remember… then it will return and…”
He shook his head. “If that
happens, I’ll protect you.” She almost sounded like herself again. Her
turn of phrase was more like her old self’s.
She seemed to curl in on
herself. “No… it killed Gourry. I don’t want it to kill you too…”
He gave a faint bitter laugh.
She still doesn’t remember. “You’ve forgotten. I’m made of stone.
The only thing that can kill me is-“
She cut him off, looking
up at him with a vague sort of recognition. “The Sword of Light… you told
me that once. But… when? I mean, I look at you, and I know that I should
know you, know who you are. But every time I reach for that memory… every
time I almost touch it, it dances out of my grasp like it’s caught by the
wind. Sometimes I think I’m crazy, that all these memories are nothing
more than passing dream-memories and that it will all go away.”
He smiled. “You’re no crazier
than I am.”
She gave a little half-laugh,
sounding more like Lina. “Great. I’m no crazier than the stubborn chimera.
Just wait until I tell Amelia that.” She blinked, and amended: “Once I
figure out who Amelia is.”
“The Princess of Saillune,”
he replied, hoping that might stir more memories.
She stared at him. “What?
The Princess of Saillune? You mean I know royalty? No way!”
He smirked. “Yes, you do
know her. You’ll just have to trust me on that.”
She shook her head, realizing
that he was holding her, and stepped away from him, blushing faintly. “Sorry…”
His answer was simpler than
his thoughts. “You looked like you needed it.”
She picked at the skirt
that she was wearing and looked back at the laundry and the forgotten shirt.
“I should… finish this…” Taking up the shirt, she started to work on the
stain again.
Lina… we have to bring
you back. Whatever is out there… it has to be found, and destroyed.
He thought as he watched her busy herself finishing the laundry.
When the laundry was finished
and hung to dry, they sat out on the porch and she watched the clothing
sway in the breeze. Her question was completely out of the blue, and it
startled him. “Who was Xellos?”
He looked at her in surprise.
“Well, he has purple hair, carries a staff… he’s better known as the Trickster
Priest… even though he’s the general-priest of Beastmaster Zelas Metallium.
Why?”
She said it matter-of-factly.
“Because the monster killed him too.”
The words fell onto Zelgadis
with the same percussive force as a large fireball exploding over his head.
“It… what…?”
She looked to him, eyes
distant, as if she were only partly there with him. When she spoke, her
words were empty, her voice flat. “It killed him. It tore him in half as
Gourry picked me up and ran off.”
The words spun in Zelgadis’
mind. Xellos was there when whatever it was had happened… if he was there
and he hadn’t appeared by now… a whole year later… if it was a Mazoku capable
of killing Xellos… It was very little wonder why she wanted to forget.
Very little wonder indeed.
Amy collected herself and
rose from the porch steps. “I ought to start dinner.” She turned to the
door and entered the house, leaving him alone with his thoughts.