Cautionary Tales (28 page)

She smiled tolerantly. “That's hardly surprising. There's a lifetime of your grandfather's junk there.”

“A toy. In fact a doll. A beautiful doll. And—”

“And?”

“Tell her,” Epiphany said.

“And it came to life, sort of.”

His mother's eyes narrowed. “Perhaps I should see this doll.”

Her “perhaps” was his command. But this was awkward.

“You will have to set me down,” Epiphany said. “For a moment. Then animate me again after she has seen.”

“Uh, yeah.” She was holding on to his arm. He put his other hand on her arm and moved it to the counter, then let go.

Epiphany disappeared. The doll appeared, lying on her back on the counter.

“Oh, my!” his mother breathed. “That's it!”

This was unlike her. “That's what?”

She did not answer directly. “Tumble, when you touched her, and she came to life, what did she do?”

“She talked to me. Said Grandpa had used her, but she needed to be returned to the Sorceress of Bleak Mountain. So that's what I'll do.”

“What else?”

“Else?” he asked, confused.

“What else did she do with you?”

“She—” He blushed. “She showed me her breasts. She sure is pretty.”

“And?”

“She said I needed experience. But I know that's not right. I mean, not with a doll.”

“So you didn't do anything else with her.”

“Yeah. Did I do right?”

“Yes.” But her mouth was tight. “Tumble, you must not do anything more with her. That doll is hazardous.”

“She sure seemed nice.”

“Here is the story,” she said grimly. “Legend has it that when the Sorceress was eighteen years old, and the most beautiful woman of her generation, she made a doll in her own image so there would always be a record of her beauty. It was a magic doll, said to come alive when touched by a man, and to oblige him in any manner he chose. That meant only one thing, men being what they are. But someone stole the doll, and the Sorceress was so angry that when it wasn't promptly returned she turned Bleak Mountain into a volcano that erupted and killed the entire village beside it. Later our own village was founded, and the Sorceress has taken good care of us. But we have known not to try her patience. We didn't know this doll was here. You must return it tomorrow, with our abject apology, and hope the Sorceress is not angry.”

“I'll do that,” he said, shaken.

“Do not do anything with it that might annoy the Sorceress. She is phenomenally dangerous when angry. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I think so. Don't use her the way Grandpa did.”

“That's it. Best not to touch it at all. We can wrap it in cloth for you to carry.”

“But she said to animate her again, after I showed you. I said I would.”

His mother winced. “Oh, damn! It's a trap.”

“A trap?”

“If you don't touch her, and return her wrapped, the doll may be angry, and will tell the Sorceress that you molested her, and there will be an almost literal hell to pay. But if you animate her again, she'll seduce you, and that may also annoy her mistress. We're damned either way.”

“But she seems so nice! And she knows I'm just trying to do the right thing.”

“You always try to do the right thing, Tumble. But sometimes it can be difficult to know what is right.”

“Yeah.”

“All right. Animate her, but don't use her. Tell her what I said, and hope she is reasonable.”

“Yeah.” He put his hand on the doll's arm.

Epiphany manifested immediately. “No need to tell me, Tumble. I heard.”

“You're not mad?”

“I'm not mad. You mother is a good woman. Tell her I said I'd treat you right.”

“Pip says she heard, she's not mad, and will treat me right,” Tumble relayed.

“You're talking to her now?”

“Yes. I know you can't see her, but she's right here. We're holding hands.”

“So she can hear me.”

“I can,” Epiphany agreed.

“She can.”

His mother faced where she judged Epiphany to be. “My son's a good boy. He wants to do what's right. But he doesn't always know what's right. Please, if you have any conscience, let him deliver you safely to the Sorceress, and tell her the truth about what happened here. We didn't know the old man was keeping the doll. I beg you, as a loving mother.”

“I can't swear to that,” Epiphany said. “But I can tell you this: neither I nor the Sorceress wishes you or your village any ill. We shall see how it resolves.”

Tumble relayed her words. His mother relaxed only slightly. “Then we shall simply have to hope for the best.”

“Yes.” Epiphany leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.

“Oh! I felt that!”

“I can make others feel me when I try,” Epiphany agreed. Then she turned to Tumble. “Time for bed, I think.”

“Bed,” he agreed.

His mother winced again, but did not comment.

Tumble returned to his bed under the eaves. They were staying in his grandfather's house while they shaped it up for sale, and this was where there was room for him. But he hesitated to strip to his underclothing, because of Epiphany's presence. “Maybe I should let you be the doll, for the night.”

“Oh, no you don't. I've been asleep for so long I want to live a little. I'll share your bed.”

“But—”

“Your mother's afraid I'll seduce you.”

“Yeah.” It would hardly be difficult; her very presence aroused him painfully.

“And that will anger the Sorceress.”

“Yeah.”

“Let me make this clear, Tumble. If you force yourself on me, my mistress will be angry. But if I choose to seduce you, she won't. She just doesn't like me to be abused.”

Tumble was sorely tempted, but wary. No girl had ever made such an offer, let alone as ravishingly lovely a one as this. But was it right? He was pretty sure his mother would not think so. “I wish Grandpa could advise me now.”

“You were close to him?”

“Sometimes. At least he taught me three things.”

“Oh? What are they?”

“First, to appreciate beauty wherever I might find it. Second, how to fight off thugs. Third, always to do the right thing. He said the third is where he failed, but with luck I'd be a better man.”

“I think Trevor knew you'd find me.”

“Maybe. I'll sure try to do what he said.”

Epiphany considered, then brought her face close to his. “Trevor gave you good advice. I will try to let you follow it.”

“That's nice,” he said uncertainly. “I was afraid you were going to kiss me.”

She laughed. “I
am
going to kiss you. Then I will leave you alone for the night, except for maintaining our contact so I won't revert.”

“But if you kiss me, I'll—” He couldn't say what, because her very nearness was stirring his emotions phenomenally.

“You'll sleep. This time. That's part of my magic.”

“I don't know. If—”

She kissed him. He felt as if he were floating to the ceiling.

Then it was morning, and he woke refreshed after dreaming endlessly of that kiss. He feared he loved her already. Had she bewitched him?

She seemed to read his thought. “No, Tumble, I merely put you to sleep. Your own nature did the rest. You are a healthy young man with a normal appreciation of the feminine form.”

“I guess you could have, if you'd wanted.”

“Yes, I could have seduced you, and I did want to, but I'm trying to play fair. I'm giving you your chance to deliver me to my mistress. But I can't guarantee my future behavior.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

She laughed. “We'll see.”

After breakfast they set off for Bleak Mountain, which was not far, but the path was rugged. It would be a half-day's walk.

Unfortunately two village toughs were passing by. When they saw Tumble, they cut across to intercept him.

“Oh, darn,” he muttered. “Pip, I'm going to have to let go of you, because I'll need to deal with these bullies. Otherwise they'll take you, and you'll never get home.”

“I can do a little enchantment, enough to mess them up long enough for you to pass.”

“No, thanks, I should handle my own problems, if I can.”

“As you prefer.”

He brought out his handkerchief and took hold of her other arm, then let go of her hand. She reverted to doll form. He held her close to his chest and walked on.

The toughs stood athwart the path, blocking his way. “Hey Tummy Dummy!” one said. “Whatcha got there? You playing with dolls now?”

“I have to return it to the Sorceress.”

They peered closer. “That's some doll! Looks sexy as hell. Look at those gams! We'll take it.”

“No.”

“We don't much like that word, Dummy. We're asking you nice. Hand it over or we'll pound you.”

“No.”

The bullies smiled. Now they had a pretext to pound him. One reached for Tumble while the other reached for the doll.

Tumble's left hand was free. He swing it forward and out, suddenly and hard. The knuckles of his fist cracked into the bully's face so hard that blood spattered. Then Tumble ducked down and launched his right shoulder into the gut of the other. The air went out of him and he went down, gasping helplessly.

Tumble walked on. After a moment he touched the doll.

Epiphany appeared. “You weren't fooling about handling thugs!”

“Yes, when I have to. It's only the one thing, that I have drilled on hundreds of times, so I'm not clumsy.”

“But they'll be lurking for you when you return, and wary about sucker punches.”

“Yes. But I couldn't let them take you.”

They moved on. Beyond the village there was a field of wild flowers. Tumble paused to gaze at them admiringly. “They're so beautiful. I always like them.”

“And Trevor taught you to appreciate beauty.”

“Yes.”

“Tumble, what would you do if you had all power in the world and could do anything at all?”

“Oh, I have thought about that! I'd help all the villagers in need, except the bullies, and make nice paths lined with flowering trees, and I'd try to perk up Bleak Mountain.”

“Bleak Mountain!”

“I think it's called that because the Sorceress may be unhappy and doesn't take much care of it. But maybe if it had some nice trees and rivers and butterflies, it would perk her up.”

“You'd try to make the Sorceress happy?”

“Yes. She's a person too, even if she is centuries old. If she could look out on a really nice natural scene, she should be happier. Anyone would. Wouldn't you be happy if the castle were nicer?”

She was thoughtful. “Yes, I suppose I would be.” Then she came up with another question. “Tumble, if you could have any woman in the world you wanted, whom would you choose?”

He laughed. “That's easy. Just one who honestly loved me. I wouldn't care about her shape or age or anything. All I want is to love and be loved and have a nice family.”

“That's so sweet.”

He shrugged. “It doesn't matter. No girl ever liked me. None ever will.”

“But a smart woman might, if she really got to know you.”

“Maybe. But I'm not holding my breath.”

“Tumble,
I'm
really getting to like you. I may be only a doll, but I think you're a very nice man, and I'd truly like to make it with you before we reach the castle.”

“Make what with me?”

She smiled. “I love your naiveté, too. I'm talking about making love. Sex. I'd like to seduce you, at least once. I promise you rapture such as you have never known or even imagined.”

“But if you seduce me, I won't want to turn you over to the Sorceress. I wouldn't be able to make myself do the right thing. I'm weak, but at least I know my weakness.”

“Your weakness becomes you, Tumble.”

He shook his head. “I don't understand that. I only know I mustn't do it with you. It would—it would violate my honor.”

“That's true. You would be no better in that respect than your grandfather Trevor was. He was a good man, but he couldn't resist that particular temptation. But Tumble, maybe I'm worth it. You could keep me the way Trevor did, and park me in a box between times. I'd be a whole lot of fun.”

He was sorely tempted again, but knew it wouldn't be right. “I have to do the right thing. That is to return you to the Sorceress.”

She made as if to turn down her halter. “Don't you like me?”

“I like you too much, Pip. I know you're only a doll, but you're really pretty and you seem like such a nice person. But I have to do what I have to do.”

“You are so steadfast,” she said sadly.

“What would
you
want, if you could have anything?”

“Me? I'm only a doll. It's not my place to want anything.”

“But if you could?”

She glanced sidelong at him. “What do you think I would want?”

“To be alive and free, not needing to cater to any man any more.”

“But Tumble, I
like
catering to men. It's my prime entertainment.” She paused, considering. “Still, it's a fair question and deserves a fair answer. I think I'd like to be valued for more than just one thing, my evocative and obliging body. To—well, as you said, to truly love and be loved. And have a loving family. I've never had that.”

“I wish I could give you that.”

She squeezed his hand tenderly. “I wish you could too. You're the first person who ever asked me about my preferences.”

The path became steep. Tumble was panting by the time they reached the front portcullis of the castle. “I guess this is good-bye,” he said.