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“A little bit
of courage is all we lack …
“So
catch me if you can, I’m goin’ back” …
Manouche *approaches
small, run-down frame house near beach. House is gray, paint chipping, seen better days. Hesitates, almost turns
away. Shakes herself, squares shoulders resolutely, enters house. Walks through enclosed porch, pushes aside beaded
curtain into first room, approaches woman seated at table.* ‘Afternoon, luv. I, ah, was wonderin’
if I could see Alifi. *Tips hat slightly*
Woman:
Do you know who I am?
Manouche:
N-no. Apologies, luv, I don’t see how I could, don’t believe I’ve had th’ pleasure …
Woman *cuts
her off* You could choose to know. *Pauses, leans forward, looks at Manouche with interest* You’ve
known trouble as of late, haven’t you? Someone wants you … wants you dead …
Manouche
*eyes wide* Aye … that’s th’ truth.
Woman:
Do you know why?
Manouche *thinks
for a moment* I … I ‘ave somethin’ he wants.
Woman:
Do you wish on falling stars?
Manouche
*blinks* I- I wish on stars, but not fallin’ ones.
Woman:
Why is that?
Manouche:
Blimey, y’don’t point out a fallin’ star. Y’see, each star is a soul on earth. A fallin’
star is a thief on th’ run. Y’point it out, an’ that’s like grassin’. Ah, that is,
squealin’. Savvy? It’s true, stealin’s wrong, I can’t argue that. But there’s
two sides t’ every story, mate. Sometimes people have t’ steal t’ feed their children. You an’
me, we’re in no position t’ judge.
Woman
*nods, smiles, waves toward doorway behind her* Go on in, she’s waiting for you.
Manouche: Oh. T-ta, luv. *Cautiously
enters room, stands by door, peering into darkness. Eyes grow accustomed to dim room, sees many candles, fire burning
in hearth at opposite wall. Sees very old woman seated at large table near fire. The table is filled with glass
bottles, bowls, other containers* Ahh, Alifi …
Alifi *Looks
up. She is very old, but her face is surprisingly smooth and tranquil, clear gray eyes, long white hair. Sees
Manouche, her surprise turns to amazement, pleasure, then sympathy* Manouche! *Stands, comes over to her, gently
embraces her* I expected you sooner. *Looks closely at Manouche, deep into her eyes, smiles* You have a
good reason for your delay. I see great happiness despite the shadows. You’ve never known anyone like him.
He believes in you.
Manouche
*startled, starts to speak, then simply smiles, beaming*
Alifi:
And are you finally ready to believe now, as well?
Manouche:
I- I was afraid you wouldn’t see me.
Alifi:
My door was never closed to you, bird. You ran, and I understood why. Now you’ve faced fear, you’ve
returned. You’ve been confronted with an outer fear bigger than your inner fear of your own power.
Manouche:
You … y’ always told me there were nothin’ t’ fear.
Alifi:
No worries. It’s played out as it had to. It wouldn’t have worked otherwise, you wouldn’t have
believed it. Now perhaps you’re ready to believe, and it won’t scare you.
Manouche
*nods slowly* I’m—I’m bein’ hunted, as it were. I’m no stranger t’ bein’
hated fer what I am—
Alifi:
But he covets what you have. All the more horrific, coming from one who hates you. *Brings Manouche over
to table* I’m going to show you something. I need to cut your left hand, just a tiny cut, it won’t
hurt. *Picks up knife. Manouche hesitates, then holds out hand. Alifi makes a tiny cut in palm; blood comes
to surface, she squeezes a few drops onto a small piece of glass. She then cuts her own hand, places her blood on a
separate piece of glass* Now, watch. *Places glass slide with her blood in a small iron holder over fire, takes
bowl from the table, sprinkles powder over slide. Mix starts to bubble, soft lavender mist rises from the slide, room
fills with smell of tuberose* This is an old Romany ritual, bird. See what’s happening … this is the
response of Rom blood to a substance handed down through our generations, which gauges the being’s time on this earth.
Results vary, depending on the time in the person’s life in which the ritual is performed. Had we done this when
I was a young girl, the results would be very different. I’m now closer to the end of my life … so the color
is lavender, and the scent is tuberose, which represents death. *Manouche places gentle hand on her arm; she smiles*
No, it’s all right, I’ve had a long, wondrous life. I’ll be ready when the time comes. It’s
just a transition, Manouche. We none of us completely die.
*Holds
up other slide* Here’s yours. *Places slide over fire, sprinkles powder, same as she did with her own.
Bubbles and fizzes, as before—then starts to sizzle. Sapphire and gold sparks shoot out, the holder starts to
shake on its own over the fire. Robust cloud rises from glass, multi-colored, beautiful, changing colors as it billows
and builds. Slide finally bursts into sparkling explosion, like fireworks; Manouche cries out, jumps, staggers backward*
Alifi *smiles*
The sense of smell is the most powerful memory trigger human beings have. What do you sense?
Manouche *trembling*
B-blimey … well … I smell th’ sea, first an’ foremost, salt water, salt air. Ahh … tulips,
me favorite flower … an’ th’ forest, th’ one where I hid when I were young an’ I lost me brother
… th’ campfire, with th’ Gypsy family what took me in … *eyes grow wider* Then –
then everythin’s more recent.
Alifi:
What is it?
Manouche
*concentrating* It’s … rum! An’ absinthe … Kir Royales … y’know, Alifi, I
make ‘em like nobody’s business. Oohhh, blimey, chocolate … Wonka chocolate! Oh, Alifi, I ‘aven’t
told y’ about Willy an’ Madame …
Alifi *smiles*
I know about them.
Manouche:
… Aye, I s’pose y’ do … *sniffs air* oh … I smell Marijike’s cookin’!
Gol, she’s an artist … y’wouldn’t believe ‘er homemade soups an’ baguettes. Ahhh
… tobacco, that’d be me Mr. Blake’s ciggies … by th’ powers, mate, he’s sent from heaven,
he is, he’s th’ most beautiful man … *sniffs again* ….. what’s this …..
*grins* Kidd’s perfumed soaps! Gol, don’t tell ‘er I said that. *Laughs*
Alifi:
You’ve sacrificed for others in the past. Remember the ones you protected, either taking the blame for what they
did, or refusing to name names?
Manouche
*shrugs, embarrassed* Bloody ‘ell, Alifi, that were nothin’. It’s – well, it’s what
anyone would’ve done in me place.
Alifi:
No, it isn’t. You risked your life some of those times. When you did those things, according to Rom belief,
you gained a little part of your benefactors’ souls. *Sees Manouche’s distressed expression, laughs*
Oh, no worries, you didn’t deplete theirs! Don’t you see, Manouche, in Rom terms, what this means is, you
have enormous life-giving qualities inside you. It’s a combination of the date and time and place you were born,
and the choices you’ve made in your life. *Rises, moves over to Manouche, puts her hands on her shoulders, looks
into her eyes* Your coming godchild is very blessed. And … your enemy needs your blood desperately.
Especially mixed with that of your friend.
Manouche *looks
at her quickly* I—I suddenly find I ‘ave a lot t’ live fer, as it turns out. I’ve never
been prouder than when me mates asked me t’ be godmum to their boy. An’ me dearest Mr. Blake … *Lowers
head for a moment, then looks up at her again* Oh, Alifi, what th’ hell am I gonna do?
Alifi:
You’ll do what you’ve always done. Your best. And I’m going to help you.
Manouche *smiles*
Cheers, mate. I’ll try. Let’s get started, th’ sooner th’ better. Don’t
get me wrong. It – it’s good t’ see ye again, an’ I’m most grateful. But …
I’m already so bloody homesick.
*Alifi smiles, puts her arm around her shoulders, leads her into another
part of the house.*
The Devil and Manouche
Roussel
Manouche *approaches
the gray frame beach house the following day. It’s nearly noon, later than she wanted to be. But she got little sleep and is exhausted from the previous
day, trying to concentrate on what Alifi was teaching her. Despite her weariness, she’s determined to continue.
Enters house, steps through beaded curtain to first room, again approaches woman seated at table* ‘Mornin’
…
Woman
*looks up from reading* I have a riddle for you:
I eat
and also he eats of me
They eat
beneath and over me
Tell me
then, how can that be?
Manouche
*closes eyes wearily* Ohhh … *Brings hand up to eyes, tries to think. Runs hand through hair, looks at woman,
shrugs* I-I’m sorry, luv, I ‘ave no idea what that means.
Woman:
Don’t rush it. *looks at her closely* You’ve only put in one day, you have a long day ahead, and already
there are dark circles under your eyes. *Manouche lowers her head, Woman’s voice softens* No shame in it,
little pirate, just observation. *Picks up teapot on table, pours tea into a chipped cup, holds out to Manouche*
Drink this, and you’ll know if you wish to continue.
Manouche
*frowns* I know that before I even take th’ cup from ye, mate. Why d’ye think I’m here?
*sniffs tea, face brightens at the exquisite aroma. Breathes it in, heavenly expression on her face, tastes it.
The tea is surprisingly fortifying. She tries not to drink it too quickly, but it’s like a banquet offered to
a starving person; her hands shake as she relishes every drop. Finishes, steadies her shaky hands, brings cup down,
sets gently on table * That’s a tonic, that is. Cheers, luv. *Woman has gone back to her reading,
simply raises hand, waves Manouche into the next room.*
Manouche
*enters room, glances around* A-Alifi? B-bloody ‘ell! *Yells, jumps as Alifi swoops at her from a
space in the room where she hadn’t seen her standing before*
Alifi:
Manouche, you’re late! Come, we must hurry, not a second to lose. *Sweeps her long cloak around the two
of them. Manouche feels the sensation of being swept up and swirled around, like scattering leaves; one second Alifi
is there with her in the wrap, the next she isn’t. Soon they settle on ground, Alifi whips her cloak away from
them, revealing a clearing in a deep forest, the foliage so thick it’s impossible to tell whether it’s day or
night.
Manouche
*blinks* Where are we? *looks at Alifi* What’s all this, then? *Eyes grow accustomed to dark,
sees a tall desk with a man seated behind it. To one side is a panel with twelve people sitting silently. To the
other side is a young man sitting in a chair, head bowed, shoulders shaking, weeping. Wrinkles her nose at smell of
sulpher; turns to see, standing near panel, a tall, swarthy man in a beautiful suit. Gasps* By th’ powers
…
Alifi:
Manouche, that young man foolishly made a pact with the devil. Some time ago, he was very poor and hungry, and found
himself passing an inn. He went in, ordered four eggs and a half-liter of wine. He then confessed he couldn’t
pay for anything. The innkeeper, who was Scratch himself, told him he could pay him later, after he’d made a good
living for himself. He said if the young man didn’t pay him at that time, he would take his soul. The man
agreed and went on his way. Who knows, perhaps he didn’t believe it, he probably also had that immortal mentality
of the young. Ten years passed, fortune smiled on the young man, and he became rich. So he returned to the inn
to pay his debt. He told the innkeeper, “I owe you for four eggs, four rolls, and a half-liter of wine.”
The Devil then calculated a bill, saying that four hens would have hatched from the four eggs. Then he added in
how many eggs those hens would’ve laid in ten years, how many hens would’ve come from those, and so on.
The resulting bill was astronomical, more than the young man could afford. The Devil was ready to cart him away but
I intervened. I said the man deserved a fair trial. Scratch has agreed to grant you ten minutes to convince him
to spare the young man’s soul.
Manouche
*looks at her quickly* ME?? Y’must be daft! I--I mean, beggin’ yer pardon, luv. But –
but … that is t’ say, y’want ME go up against th’ bloody devil? Wh-what could I possibly do?
Alifi:
Think, Manouche. Concentrate.
Manouche:
But Alifi, th’ man’s soul, all hingin’ on me. L-look at ‘im, he’s jus’ a boy …
*Waves hand at weeping young man. He raises his head, and Manouche sobs as she sees her beloved brother’s
face.* DANI! *Starts to bolt for him, is held back by Alifi. Struggles, weeping* L-let me go, damn
you! It’s—It’s me brother ---
Alifi *holds
her fast* Stay put. You cannot, you MUST not. *sharply* MANOUCHE! *Manouche stops struggling,
tears streaming down her face* Listen to me. You have ten minutes to save his soul. Are you going to spend
it weeping, or are you going to help him?
Manouche
*shaking, brings hands to face, wipes tears away, sniffs* I—I can’t—
Alifi:
Yes you can. Concentrate. Go on now. Speak to the jury, the judge, address Scratch. *voice very stern*
But keep your distance from the young man. Savvy? *Releases her, gently but firmly pushes her toward the clearing.*
Manouche
*head lowered, clenches and unclenches fists, shudders, tries to compose herself. Approaches them, trying not to look
too much at her brother, or she knows she’ll break down and all will be lost. Murmers* Concentrate …
concentrate … *Stands in middle of clearing, raises head, looks at faces of jurors, judge, finally turns to the
Devil. All the faces range from indifferent to hostile, the Devil’s particularly contemptuous. But she holds
her own, straightens her shoulders, returns the Devil’s stare defiantly.* L-let ‘im go, y’ bastard.
This is wrong. It’s all t’ cock, an’ ye bloody well know it.
Devil *bursts
into horrible laughter* Ha-ha! *looks at Alifi* THIS is the best you could do? I don’t know
why we bothered. You’ve wasted everyone’s time! Look at her, she’s pathetic. *strolls
up to Manouche, circles her, examining her with distaste, touching her clothes, her hair, quickly removing his fingers as
if contaminated.* Sad, worthless piece of trash is all she is, all she’ll ever be. She didn’t even
have the courtesy to be on time to defend her own brother. Doesn’t give a toss if he burns for all eternity.
*Glances to see whether he got a rise from her; she stands very still, face white as a sheet but expressionless. Scowls,
waves his hand, and Manouche cries out as she’s picked up off her feet and slammed painfully against a tree, pinned,
unable to move. Devil approaches her.* And just why are you late, pig? Where were you?
Manouche *trembling,
breathing hard, starts to answer, then stops herself, thinks. Something comes to her. Musters up all her courage,
looks the Devil in the eye.* I—I … I went home t’ boil some beans … so I could plant ‘em.
Devil
*sneers* Stupid, sad little vermin. How do you expect beans to grow if they’re cooked?
Manouche *swallows*
The s-same as YOU would get hens f-f-from cooked eggs.
*Jurors’
mouths drop open. Judge sits up, amazed; bangs gavel* Not guilty. Defendant will pay amount owed for four
eggs, and a half-liter of wine. Case dismissed. Devil’s
sneer is replaced by expression of shock, then rage. Reaches terrible clawed hands for Manouche’s throat; she
squeezes eyes shut. His hands stop short, he lets out a horrible scream, bursts into flames, disappears in a booming
explosion of smoke.
*Manouche
drops to ground. She looks up quickly; jury and judge disappear in a flash, leaving her brother standing alone not fifty
feet from her. She scrambles to her feet, stares at him. Starts to move toward him cautiously; he holds a hand
up, signals her to stop. Smiles tenderly* Merci, ma soeur bien-aimée. *He blows her a kiss, softly fades,
then disappears … leaving Manouche and Alifi standing alone in the forest clearing.*
Alifi
*approaches Manouche, places hand on her shoulder* Flying colors, brave little bird. My deepest apologies, but
I thought it best to start with the worst. It’s the cruelest test you could’ve faced, and you beat the Devil.
I’m so very proud of you, my dear. *Turns her around, looks deep into her eyes* Do you begin to understand?
Can you continue? Will you continue?
Manouche
*nods slowly* Till I can’t no more. *looks at Alifi* He—he were ‘ere, weren’t he?
Dani …
Alifi
*tears fill her eyes; embraces Manouche, softly strokes her hair* We’re done for today, my love. Come, I’ll
take you to your Mr. Blake. *Sweeps cloak around them, as before, Manouche vaguely aware of the swirling, spinning sensation.
They come to rest, Alifi removes her cloak … and Manouche finds they’re standing on the dock, before her ship.*
Go rest, darling. Can you forgive me?
Manouche
*smiles wanly* T’ not fergive ye would undo all I did. It – well, it’d be like turnin’
away from me brother. We’re sound, luv.
*Alifi
leans down, kisses her, turns and quietly slips away, back toward her beach house. Manouche watches her, looks up at
sky, sees the sun is already setting. Shakes head, boards ship.*
Blake
*in cabin, sprawled in chair, feet up, reading. Glances up, smiles as he sees Manouche standing in doorway. Smile
fades at her expression. Leans forward, puts book down* What is it, honey?
Manouche
*tries to speak, can’t. Lets out a cry, bursts into tears. Blake moves swiftly to her, sweeps her up in
his arms, settles in chair with her in his lap. Holds her tight, soothing her, as she sobs, heartbroken.*
Charmed
*Next
evening, after dark, not late. Manouche and Blake, arms around each other, approach gray frame beach house, stand before
it for a moment.*
Blake:
Y’sure?
Manouche
*nods* I’m not givin’ up. She said yesterday was th’ worst I’d go through, an’ by
th’ bloody stars, I can’t imagine how that could be wrong. *shudders* Besides … I ‘ad
a dream last night.
Blake:
I thought so. Y’ were so restless, an’ you were talkin’ but I couldn’t understand you.
Then y’seemed to settle down, so I didn’t wake you. What’d you dream?
Manouche:
I saw our Cap’n Jack, he wanted me t’ do somethin’, but I can’t remember what it was. But that
weren’t th’ bad part. I dreamed somethin’ were wrong with Kat. She … she’d ‘ad
a bad scare, an’ she’d lost somethin’. An’ she couldn’t speak. *Turns to Blake*
I know Alifi said I can’t rush all this, but I got t’ get back, maybe be of some assist.
Blake
*shakes head* I know I can’t talk you out of it. *kisses her* Take care, honey, don’t be too
late. *He embraces her, smiles, watches her turn and climb steps to front door. He waits till she enters house
before his smile fades; sighs, turns away, returns to ship.*
*Manouche
enters house, steps through beaded curtain to first room, again approaches woman seated at table. She nods slightly,
says nothing, continues to read. Manouche stands quietly for a moment, then brightens.* Hey, I ‘ave an answer
t’ yer riddle. Don’t know if it’s right, but …
Woman
*still doesn’t look up from book* Riddle? Oh, yes, I recall:
I eat
and also he eats of me
They eat
beneath and over me
Tell me
then, how can that be?
Very well,
what’s your answer?
Manouche
*takes slip of paper from pocket, unfolds it, reads*
Y' stand
on a little bridge an’ eat
Yer baby
sucks upon your teat
Fishes
are eatin’ down below
While
crumbs to the hungry birds you throw.
Woman
*raises eyebrows* Well done. But you still don’t know who I am.
Manouche *grins* It’s comin’ t’ me. *Woman waves her hand, Manouche enters back room.*
Alifi
*rises from chair next to hearty fire. Smiles, greets her warmly* Your timing is perfect, I’m glad you waited
till after dark. Tonight, we’re going to make a draba – a magical charm or amulet. It’ll be
a lesson in Rom tradition, and it’ll show you how the ordinary can be quite extraordinary. *Wraps cloak around
her shoulders, motions for Manouche to follow her. They leave through back door, walk up from beach, through jungle,
down dark road to old cemetery on edge of town. They enter cemetery, and Alifi leads Manouche to a space between two
ancient graves. She points at a small red earthenware crock with a lid, set on top of an ant hill.* I placed that
there nine days ago, when the moon was full. Now it should be ready. *Nudges her* Go fetch it, but don’t
open it.
Manouche
*steps gingerly between the tombstones, leans down, carefully picks up crock, notices with interest that it has many small
holes drilled into it. Brings back to Alifi.* Don’t mind tellin’ ye, I feel right spooked. So
what’s in it?
Alifi
*places finger to her lips* Shhh, let's take it back and I’ll explain. *They leave the cemetery (not a moment
too soon for Manouche), return the way they came, enter Alifi’s bright, warm room. She sets crock on table, removes
cloak* Nine days ago, I found a dead male frog in my garden. I picked him up, placed him in that crock, set it
in the cemetery, as you saw. The timing was ideal—the frog must be placed on an ant hill on a Friday night with
a full moon. And the ant hill must be in a burial ground.
Manouche:
Why the holes?
Alifi:
There must be 390 holes drilled into the crock, no more and no less. *takes up crock* After nine days, you return,
collect the dish … *opens it* … and all that’s left are tiny little bones, thanks to the ants. *peeks
inside, smiles satisfactorily* Splendid. *looks at Manouche* Now for your part. Ideally, I should
perform the ritual, since I began the process. The magic would be stronger. But it should still work. At
least, this is how it was taught to me when I was a young girl. *Holding dish, takes Manouche gently by the arm, brings
her over to stand before a large mirror. Sets crock down in front of her on table before mirror, removes lid.*
Now, bird, you take each bone, put each one in your mouth, one by one. Eventually, you’ll come to one that will
make you invisible.
Manouche
*looks at her quickly* What? C’mon, pull th’ other one!
Alifi
*smiles* I’m not joking! *moves dish closer to her.* Go on.
Manouche
*Looks down at the tiny white bones inside, bright against the deep red of the earthenware. Selects one, grimaces, places
it in her mouth, tries not to think of where it’s been or what it is.*
Alifi
*grins at her expression* See, no taste at all, right?
Manouche
*raises eyebrow at her* It’s th’ idea of it, luv. *Looks in mirror, nothing. Looks back at Alifi*
Alifi
*nods toward bowl* Try the next one. Keep going.
Manouche
*frowns reproachfully, but does as she’s told. Continues, one by one, until she’s down to the last bone.*
Blimey, I should’a known! This were a joke, weren’t it? *scowls, grabs the bone, sticks it in her
mouth* Y’ve had yer laugh, mate, hope y’enjoyed yerself! Magic, hell. This were a con job, pure
an’ simple, an’ I’m a sight humiliated to ‘ave been taken in. This is usually my forte, this.
Why, even Kidd has said—
Alifi:
Look in the mirror.
Manouche
*glances at the mirror* Aye, so what of it? By th’ bloody powers, I can’t believe I— I
… *looks again, sees … nothing.*
Alifi
*delighted* Viola! *senses Manouche’s panic* Now, bird, listen to me, you must remain calm.
You could do harm if you don’t, do you understand? Remain calm, you’re perfectly fine, I wouldn’t
say you were if you weren’t. Trust me.
Manouche:
H-h-how – how did … wh-what …. h-how long does it last?
Alifi:
No worries, look in the mirror. It’s wearing off already.
Manouche
*looks, sees her trembling image slowly fading back into view, heaves sigh of relief. Removes tiny bone from her mouth.*
Th-thank th’ stars. *turns, stares at Alifi* This, ah … it ain’t recurrin’, is it?
Alifi
*laughs* No, that was it! It might happen again if you put it in your mouth again. I’m not sure.
Had you been the person to place the frog on the ant hill that night, the magic would be stronger for you. Stronger
still if you set out with the purpose in mind, caught the frog yourself, placed it there still alive.
Manouche:
I-I couldn’t do that t’ th’ wee critter, that’d be too cruel. I’d ‘ave t’
be desperate t’ be invisible t’ do that.
Alifi
*smiles* I know. *nods toward bone* There, now you have your draba. Keep it with you, it’s special
just for you. I got it started, but you’ve made it yours.
Manouche:
Does th’ power transfer dependin’ on who’s holdin’ it?
Alifi:
You’re thinking of your friend who’s in trouble. These things can work sometimes if we pass them along to
others, but the receiver has to have faith in it, has to believe. Do you think she would?
Manouche:
I honestly don’t know. *sighs, looks down at bone.* I’ll hang onto it. I’m no stranger
t’ belief in tokens, as it were.
Alifi:
You gave your most powerful one to your dear Madame. Very generous, Manouche, but take care. Don’t give
them all away, or you’ll have none left for yourself.
Manouche
*shrugs* She’s carryin’ twins. Seemed best t’ save three instead o’ one. ‘Course
… *smiles* … well, now I don’t recall whether it were before we knew she ‘ad twins or not, when I
gave it t’ her. *beams at thought of the twins, looks back at bone.* Right, I won’t ferget th’
lesson. Extraordinary in th’ ordinary. *holds up bone, sniffs at it, makes a face.* Jus’ me
luck -- it WOULD be the last bloody bone I try before I find th’ good one. Story o’ me life, innit?
Alifi *laughs, pats her
on the back, turns to hearth to put kettle on the fire for tea.*
“And the tales
you have taught me from the things that you saw
make
me want out your heart, please, please from behind that locked door”
Manouche *enters
house next day, senses something different. Notices that the woman isn’t in her usual place at table.*
Alifi? *Steps into next room, surprised to see no fire in hearth, Alifi dozing in chair. Approaches her, touches
her arm gently.*
Alifi *stirs,
opens eyes* Ahhh, you’re here. Apologies, bird, I’m … having a hard time getting started today.
*Pulls up in chair, sits up straight.*
Manouche:
Should I come back? Y’look tired, luv. No disrespect intended ...
Alifi:
None taken. I am rather tired, but I’m all right. Our time together is nearing an end, so no worries, I’ll
rally. Be a love, light the fire. I’ll put on some tea and be good as new in no time.
Manouche:
Y’won’t do sod-all, ye’ll stay right where y’are. *Places hands on Alifi’s shoulders,
firmly pushes her back into chair. Lights fire, puts water on to boil, straightens room, soon everything is warm and
inviting. Pours out two cups of tea, hands one to Alifi, sits on low footstool next to chair.*
Alifi *smiles*
Bless you, dear, this’ll put me right. *Takes sip, closes eyes, opens them again, turns to Manouche.* You’ve
learned a lot, there’s not much more I can teach you. *Reaches hand out, lightly presses fingertips over Manouche’s
heart.* Most of it was already there, anyway. You just needed to have it shown to you.
Manouche
*worried* I dunno. I—well, I’ve learned some wond’rous things, t’ be sure, an’ I’m
grateful fer yer efforts. But I still feel somethin’s missin’ … like there’s somethin’
I’m not gettin’.
Alifi:
Enlightenment is an ongoing journey. It’s not like a switch going off. You’ve come farther than you
realize. *Takes another sip of tea* Today will be a little different. You’re going to go it alone.
*Waves hand toward table* Hand me that jar, please.
Manouche
*stands, picks up jar from table—round, ceramic, like a small cookie jar, Celtic symbols painted in the glaze.
Passes it to Alifi.*
Alifi *removes
lid from jar, holds it out to Manouche* Pick one. *Manouche reaches into jar, brings forth a small, green wafer,
holds it up questioningly. Alifi gazes at it with an odd expression, murmurs* As it must be. *Sets
cup down, faces Manouche, takes her hands* Here’s what you must do. I want you to clear your mind of everything
as best you can, save your biggest concern. Concentrate on what you would like to be able to do that you’ve heretofore
thought impossible.
Manouche:
What, y’mean like flyin’?
Alifi:
If that’s what you want.
Manouche:
Or curin’ a deadly disease?
Alifi
*laughs* All right, this could go on awhile! Come, let’s begin. Think, but don’t tell me what
it is. Just concentrate. *Manouche closes eyes* When you’re sure you’ve got it fixed in your
mind, eat the wafer you took from the jar. I rather wish—well, never mind.
Manouche *opens
eyes, eats wafer.* Hmm. Tastes like … *grimaces* Geeeshh, never mind what it tastes like! Blimey,
where’s it written that th’ best bloody magic o' th' world has t’ taste vile?
Alifi
*grins* Apologies! Now … when you feel you’re ready, I want you to go through that door. *Points
at small, blue door at other end of room.*
Manouche:
What --- I never noticed that door before.
Alifi:
You’ve never eaten one of those wafers before.
Manouche *looks
at her uneasily* Wh-why’re y’lookin’ at me like that, luv? Y’have me a bit worried.
Alifi *pauses,
then smiles* I’ve always been fond of you, from the first time I saw you here, years ago. You so wanted
to be like everyone else, you hated your Rom heritage. But the potential was always there, shining through. You
couldn’t hide it, no matter how you tried. And now, I’m so proud of you. I’ve attempted to teach
these ways to many before, but I’ve never had anyone follow my advice so well, and get so much out of it. It’s
… well, it’s very gratifying. And now that we’ve reached what will probably be your last test …
I’ll miss you, that’s all. *Stands, motions Manouche to her feet, hugs her. Reaches into pocket in
her skirt, pulls out small envelope.* Take this with you. It’s something very special, very powerful, just
for you. It’s to be used only if you’re truly at your wit’s end and don’t know what else to
do. Listen to me, Manouche, DO YOUR BEST NOT TO USE IT. And don’t bother giving it to anyone.
It’ll only work for you. Savvy?
Manouche *startled,
because she’d already been considering giving it to Kat. Grins* Y’read me like a book, luv.
Aye, I savvy. *Puts envelope in pocket.*
Alifi
*smiles* All right, off with you. I’m sure you’ll do well. Sorry I can’t go with you.
Manouche:
No worries. I’ve already been through th’ worst. *Eyes grow dim at memory of her brother. Shakes
off thought, resolutely walks over to blue door. Opens, bumps head on low doorframe, glances back at Alifi ruefully.
Steps inside, closes door behind her.*
Alifi
*whispers* Take care, bird.
“Today the
darkness, don’t despair
tomorrow the glimmer and flame”
Manouche
*closes blue door behind her, finds herself in complete darkness. Takes a step, cries out as she feels herself falling.
Seems like a long drop, but she lands relatively unharmed. Stands up slowly, brushes herself off – sees beam of
light piercing darkness. Starts from high above, beams onto a platform about four feet high. Approaches platform
cautiously, sees a bundle.* By th’ powers … a baby?
*Carefully
picks up baby, tiny hands reach out and tug at her hair, pat her nose. Pulls coverlet back, smiles at baby’s sweet
face. Then gasps, startled, as face changes before her eyes, very subtly … showing resemblances to people she
knows, like baby pictures – innocent versions of Blake, Madame, Willy, Kat … free of adult cares and concerns.
Slowly melting into one another, beautiful, brings tears to Manouche’s eyes.* Ahh, lil’ one, what does this
mean? *Baby responds with a gurgle, she hugs it close.* I’m gettin’ ye outta ‘ere right now,
enfant magique. *Starts back, looks up, hesitates.* Hmm, can’t go back th’ way I came, can I?
*Jumps at loud crash, like a huge metal door slamming shut. Space suddenly floods with light. Manouche squints,
sees figure approaching. Holds baby closer, wave of horror washes over her; Nate. Murmurs to herself* It
ain’t real ... it’s a test, this ...
Nate *smiling
nastily, nods at baby* Well, the gypsy scum has found my little temptation. I suppose you’re already counting
the money you’ll receive once you’ve sold it. *laughs*
Manouche
*trembling* H-how’d you— *eyes him closely* Wait, yer not … bloody ‘ell, who are ye?
Nate:
I’m worse than your worst nightmare. Sorry, that’s cheap dialogue, I know, but I’ve always wanted
to say it. Yes, you’re right, I’m not Nate. This is merely a convenient form for me to take, to allow
us to chat. The real Nate is still locked in his cell, guarded by those incompetents. If they only knew how easily
he could escape if he wanted to! But he knows what’s waiting for him if I ever lay hands on him again. *Shakes
head* Outsmarted by a shovel-wielding loony, and a piece of gypsy trash. Even behind bars, he can’t keep
his stinking mouth shut. He said way too much to those two laddies who seem to think you’re of some worth.
And he has no business consorting with Kat at this point—
Manouche
*looks at him sharply* Wh-what? What two … what’re you talkin’ about?
Nate *sneers*
Go back to your drugs, junkie, at least then you had some idea of what was going on. *Glares at her intensely, eyes
yellow-gold, puts vision in her head.*
Manouche
*moans as searing pain fills her world under his glare. Sinks to her knees, carefully sets baby on floor. Brings
hands to her eyes; in her mind, sees Willy and Blake at lockup cursing Nate, hears Nate’s words* Ohhh …
oh, my god in heaven …
Nate:
You have no god in heaven, you were damned the day you were born. Why not accept it and be done with it? I’ve
watched you stumble and grasp at straws – pathetic. You haven’t a clue. I can do great things with
the power in your blood. Your blood … Kat’s … the baby’s …
Manouche
*shaking from the pain, tries to think. Baby gurgles and giggles; she glances at baby, baby smiles at her. Runs
hands through her hair, slowly rises, looks Nate in the eye. Frowns, says nothing, draws sword.*
Nate *laughs*
Oh, right. Pirate! Very well, vermin, by all means, let’s play. You win, and –
Manouche:
I win, an’ ye let th’ baby live.
Nate:
What about you?
Manouche:
Do we have an accord?
Nate:
I’ll go you one better. You win, and I’ll let the baby live. Hell, the baby’s optional, I was
just being greedy. I’ll also promise to remove your blood as quickly as possible so you won’t suffer for
long. If I win, I get you both. And I’ll take my time with you. Slow, agonizing death … just
like poor ol’ Nate promised your young man and that would-be brother of yours. *With a zing of metal, he produces
sword seemingly out of nowhere. Waves hand* Ladies first. *Manouche moves toward him, brandishing sword;
they begin to duel.*
Nate *impressed*
You have done your homework, I can’t deny that. It’s like you put your whole heart and soul into it.
*Swings back, strikes viciously hard, blade against blade, pushing her down and against a wall, face close to hers.*
Remember that tattoo, heart and soul? Do you know if it caused Kidd any pain when you destroyed that locket? That
was your idea, wasn’t it? You have no idea the trouble you brought on your friends when you did that. When
it’s all over, they’ll wish they’d never even heard your name.
Manouche
*falters slightly as his eyes literally burn into hers; feels them tearing up. Blinks, glares at him fiercely.*
Me mates’ll be too busy dancin’ in th’ streets at yer misfortune – no matter how small – to
'ave time to curse th’ name of ol’ Manouche, y’ murderous bastard. *Pushes him away, lunges at him
with sword. They continue to fight. She begins to tire; she’s no match for him in terms of physical strength.
Too late, she sees he’s backed her up to small balcony with low wall, high above the ground. Glances nervously
over shoulder at the drop; he presses advantage, savagely slams his sword into hers, knocking it from her grip, sends it flying
over the wall.
Nate:
And now … you have no weapon.
*Manouche
stares, horrified. Baby gurgles again, Nate turns at sound. Manouche manages to run past him as he’s distracted.
He curses, runs after her. She reaches baby, picks it up, holds it close to her, glares defiantly at him as he approaches.*
Nate:
Right, game over. We made a deal, it’s time to go.
Manouche
*breathing heavily, shakes her head, then hears a voice*
Baby:
Manouche! You’ve forgotten something!
Manouche
*stares at baby, glances at Nate as he draws nearer* Wh- what did –
Baby:
Think, mate! Now, quickly … throw me high up in the air with all your strength. Hurry, he’s almost
on us.
Manouche
*trembling, does at it asks—throws it straight up in the air as hard as she can. Baby turns into beautiful white
raven, calls back to her.* Well done! It brings great fortune to save the life of a white raven. Remember
what I said. *Flies around room, then out window where Manouche lost her sword. Before it can sink in to her what
has happened, Nate is on her.*
Nate:
Well, I have you anyway, bitch. *Spins her around, slams her face against the wall, she screams as he roughly twists
her arm behind her back. He grabs her hair, pulls it hard, brings her face close to his, snarls in her ear* You’ve
almost been more trouble than you’re worth. Makes me sick to my stomach … a gift of this magnitude, bestowed
on a sub-human too stupid to know what she has. *She squeezes eyes shut as he searches her, finding only a small knife,
items in her pockets of little worth. Then he finds something else.* What’s this? *snorts with contempt*
Cheap cigarettes and candy! Is this the sum total of your plunder? Some pirate.
Manouche
*sobs* No, don’t eat those! Y’can at least grant me a last request. Those’re from me brother
Willy—
Nate:
Shut up. *Yanks her hair* Ah yes, Willy, your rescuer. And where is he now, when you need him? Maybe
he finally wised up, realized what bad news you are. *Pops candy in mouth, swallows. Pulls her away from wall,
throws her to floor, stands on her hair.* Now come, you have a date with an assortment of sharp implements. It’s
going to be a long, drawn-out process … you’ll be screaming for mercy … you’ll be … *Voice
trails off, he staggers back, clutching at his stomach. Starts to groan miserably. Manouche jumps to her feet,
runs. Nate tries to pursue, but doubles over from pain. She keeps running, doesn’t look back, not even when
she hears the explosion. She’s now remembered what she forgot – Willy’s explosive candy rejects.*
*Force
of explosion sends her flying, everything goes dark in a billowing cloud … and she’s thrown through the blue door,
busting it off its hinges. She becomes dully aware of lying sprawled on the soft paisley carpet in Alifi’s warm,
comfortable room. Pushes herself up painfully, looks up, sees Alifi standing above her, bottle of rum in her hand.
Alifi
*beaming* Well done, Manouche, well done! *Drops down next to her, sets bottle on floor, takes her in her arms.*
See what you’re capable of? Physical strength is admirable … but ultimately, it won’t prevail if it’s
not balanced with heart. Now, when you return home and face your adversaries in the flesh, you’ll be able to --
*Stops, looks closely at her.* Manouche? Manouche, speak to me, are you all right?
Manouche *shakes head
dizzily, blinks. Looks at Alifi, then nods longingly at rum bottle.* Aye, that’ll do me fer starters.
What’ll you be ‘avin’, luv? *Passes out, Alifi hugs her close.*
Graduation Day
Manouche *approaches house
the following day, enters reception room, sees Woman back at her usual place, reading.*
‘Mornin’, didn’t see ye yesterday –
Woman *cuts her off without
looking at her* She’s waiting for you, get in there. She has a very busy day today. You’re not her only client,
you know. *Waves her in*
Manouche *slightly hurt by
her tone, enters adjoining room, smiles at Alifi.*
Alifi: Manouche! *smiles, comes over and hugs her, as always* Well, bird, this is it, isn’t it? Just
look at you. *Holds Manouche by shoulders, gazes at her approvingly* You’re ready to go home now?
Manouche *nods* Alifi – I, ah, didn’t get to ask you much about … about yesterday …
Alifi *arm around her shoulders,
seats her in chair next to her favorite chair, pours tea for them both.* Of course,
dear, ask me anything.
Manouche: Well … I understan’ these experiences ‘ave been fer me welfare. I understan’ they’ve been illusions, as it were. But
… but some of ‘em was so real … I were jus’ wonderin’, were any of it real?
Alifi: Yes and no. It’s difficult to explain. These were situations played out in a part of your subconscious.
At times, the danger was real. You were never in danger of dying; at least,
I don’t think you were. But obviously, you were able to feel pain, physical
and emotional. Your senses were heightened.
The plus of heightened senses is, that’s how you were able to get so much out of these experiences. The down side was … *gazes at her sympathetically* … sometimes you were deeply hurt.
Manouche: I—I still don’t know who I were dealin’ with yesterday.
It weren’t Nate, it were th’ bloke he’s been answerin’ to.
I don’t know how we're gonna stop ’im when we don’t know who he is.
*scratches head* It seemed so real.
An’ whoever he was, he gave me a vision, did I tell ye that? Blimey,
I can’t bear t’ think about it. It were me Mr. Blake an’ Willy,
confrontin’ Nate in his cell. *looks at Alifi, anguished* If that’un
really happened … by th’ powers, Alifi! Madame would be so upset.
She an’ I, we begged ‘em both not t’ do that very thing. I
couldn’t even bring meself last night t’ ask Mr. Blake if it were true.
My dear Madame … we can’t be upsettin’ her, she’s ‘avin’ twins. *beams* Did I tell ye they’ve asked me t’ be godmum
t’ their son? …
Alifi *laughs* Yes, you’ve told me, several times! *places hand on
Manouche’s arm* No worries about all that.
It was probably just more of your adversary’s attempts to distract you while you were fighting him. Remember? He was saying all sorts of things to get a rise out of you. It’s an age-old
and very effective tactic.
Manouche *nods* Th’ one thing I wish were true, was … *eyes fill with tears*
Alifi: I know, I know. But think how it was, to see your brother
so clearly, and as a handsome young man, instead of the boy he was when he was taken from you.
That’s a gift, bird, and that’s all inside you. As long as
you have that, he will always live on inside you.
Manouche *wipes eyes impatiently,
sniffs, motions toward front room, grins* Yer Lady Sunshine out there tells me
yer busy today, an’ that I should keep it short. *gulps down tea, stands* I s’pose I should let ye get to it. I-- I don’t know how t’
thank ye.
Alifi *stands, hugs her again* Safe travel to you, my star pupil. If you wish to thank me, come back and see me again.
Maybe now, Fiji will hold more good memories than bad.
Manouche *smiles, then brightens* Oh, I fergot, luv, I do ‘ave somethin’ fer ye. It’s nothin’, really, but … I wanted t’ give ye somethin’, show me appreciation. *digs in pocket, pulls out tiny bracelet of colorful plastic beads.* I’ve ‘ad this since I were a child. It’s
too small t’ wear, though I were never without it till I outgrew it. I’d
be very happy if ye’d accept it, seein’ as how ye’ve shown me that … well, that there’s nothin’
fer me t’ be ashamed of in what I am. Romany.
Alifi *takes it* I’m proud to accept it, bird. *blinks
tear away, looks up, smiles* Now, off with you, back to your Mr. Blake, your
beloved ship, and your friends back home. You will win, I doubt it not. *hugs her, kisses her, ushers her to doorway.
Smiles reassuringly; her smile fades as Manouche leaves the room.
*Manouche enters reception
room for last time, approaches Woman seated at table. No longer reading, she’s
shuffling a deck of tarot cards*
Woman *speaks to her without
looking up* You’ve done very well.
Alifi isn’t easily impressed. For that matter, neither am I.
Manouche *glows, knowing
this is high praise from her; glances back at room* I hope I see her again. I prob’ly owe her me life. Per’aps
those o’ me mates, too.
Woman: That remains to be seen. *continues to shuffle*
Manouche: Aye. But we ‘ave more of a chance than we did before
I came back here.
Woman *spreads cards on table* Pick three cards, one at a time. Don’t
look at them, I’ll turn them over.
Manouche *pauses, looks them over carefully, indicates three. Woman
flips them over to reveal the Fool, Death and the Star, in that order.* W-what
do they mean?
Woman *nods* Promising. This is the Romany Draw layout for the Tarot. Three cards, past, present, future. The
Fool is your past. Not a bad thing at all … this card represents the complete
faith that life is good and worthy of trust. Some might call the Fool too innocent,
but his innocence sustains him and brings him joy, which makes him strong. *picks
up Death card, holds it up* This is your present.
*glances at Manouche, snorts at her fearful expression* Not to be taken
literally. Death is not a permanent end, but a transition into a new state. It often represents an important ending that will initiate great change. To grow, to move, to live … we must die to the old to give birth to the new. *picks up Star* And here is your future, your light at the
end of the tunnel. It’s not the final answer, and your work is far from
done. But it indicates you’re on the right track. Use the light of
the Star to guide you. *sets card back on table.* Very well, little pirate, on your way. You
came looking for help and you’re leaving with everything you could’ve possibly gained. Don’t forget what you’ve learned here. *leans
forward, peers at her.* Do you know who I am?
Manouche *hesitates, then
smiles broadly.* Aye. *Reaches into
pocket, pulls out the frog’s bone, her draba, sets it on table in front of Woman.*
I’m beholden t’ ye, luv. I won’t ferget. *comes around table, throws arms around her.*
Woman *gruffly* G’wan. *Pushes Manouche away, waves her out door impatiently. Waits until she’s gone, picks up bone, looks at it, smiles gently. Places it in her mouth … shimmers, turns into Refugee the dog.
Hops down from chair, runs out the door.*
*Back in Alifi’s room
… *
Alfi *still standing, looking at the bracelet Manouche gave her. Hears someone come through the rear door. She doesn’t turn to look, but speaks*
Well, that’s it. I’ve done my best, she’s on her own
now. *Turns to face visitor* I suppose
you heard everything.
Malachi: I heard enough. Heard enough to know you didn’t even
try to knock that sentimental streak outta her.
Alifi: Your error is, you see it as a detriment. To some, that would
be true. To Manouche, it’s a gift.
You’d have to kill her to remove it. *Eyes him, amused* Besides, why do you care? You’ve always said she constantly
gets on your last nerve.
Malachi *shrugs* I don’t care. Just don’t see much sense in doin’
something halfway, is all. *pauses* All
right, I admit, she’s shown so much promise in the past, I figured your little training program might turn her into
somethin’ worthwhile. Kinda wanted to watch that happen.
Alifi: Your secret is safe with me. *laughs* So you’ll be going back to Deppville, won’t you?
Malachi: Damn gypsies. *But he grins, drops a few coins on the table, tips hat and leaves the way he came. Alifi laughs softly, picks up one of the coins, bites down on it, nods approvingly,
puts the rest of them in pocket.*
Manouche and Blake
return to Deppville
*Adrift
on The Libertine Trailer … Manouche and Blake sit on deck, arms wrapped around each other, holding drinks, watching
sunset.*
Manouche:
S’been lovely, hasn’t it? This combinin’ business with pleasure … I could get used t’
it.
Blake
*nuzzles her neck* One of these days, I’ll whisk you away for a purely pleasure trip. But I’m glad
if you found the answers you were lookin’ for. *pauses, draws her closer* I’ve been really worried
about you.
Manouche
*sighs* Y’should’ve found yerself a nice girl, luv. I hate t’ say it, but chances are slim ye’ll
have many peaceful moments, takin’ up with a pirate.
Blake:
Promise?
Manouche
*laughs, kisses him. Turns back around, gazes at beautiful sky.* I learned so much. Alifi, she's a fine
teacher. I, ah, saw a lot o’ interestin’ things, as ye know.
Blake
*holds her tighter, murmurs* I know, honey … your brother …
Manouche:
Aye, there were that. An’ there were other things, as well … I saw th’ bloody Devil himself …
I saw a beautiful white raven … an’ ol’ Nate showed up, put a piccie in me head, as it were. 'Ave
a guess what it was: You an’ Willy, at th’ Deppville lockup, tryin’ t’ beat some sense in Nate’s
head through th' bars. Of course, he weren’t havin’ any of it …
Blake
*tenses* Wh-what?
Manouche
*continues to gaze at sky* Oh aye, there ye were, th’ pair o’ ye, doin’ jus’ exactly what Madame
an’ I had begged y’ not to. It were so real. *shivers slightly, voice lowers* I heard what he
said about me, too. *Shakes it off, continues* But then, I talked t’ Alifi about it, an’ she assured
me it were no doubt one o’ Nate’s tricks, to rattle me. It were all in me subconscious, savvy? I agreed
with ‘er, an' said that were th’ most likely explanation, seein’ as how ye both know how upset Madame an’
I would be if ye were t’ do such a foolish thing.
Blake
*relaxes somewhat* Well, there y’ are. Of course, Alifi’s right. I mean … sure, we thought
about doin' just that, we were so angry. But … well, after we knew how you an' Madame felt about it, why would
we have done it? *smiles disarmingly*
Manouche
*turns, takes his glass, sets it next to her. Climbs into his lap, faces him, arms around his neck.* Well, here's
me theory, purely conjecture, of course. Ye both could be jus’ that dear … jus’ that gallant
… an’ jus’ that determined that no man’s goin’ t’ make me feel like Gypsy scum as long
as either of ye has anythin’ t’ say about it. An’ fer what it's worth … th’ fact that
th’ pair o’ ye even went so far as to think of doin’ that fer a poor girl such as meself, with nothin’
about her either worldly or of worth … is jus’ as dear t’ me, an’ jus’ as gallant t’
me, as if ye had acted on said impulse. It's the thought that counts, innit? An’ I don’t
think I could love ye more fer harborin' that particular thought, Mr. William Blake. *Presses against him, kisses
him deeply*
Blake
*returns her kiss passionately, then looks up, over her head* Wow, we’re there already. *He points out at
the Deppville skyline, appearing on the horizon.* It’ll be good to see everyone.
Manouche
*grins at his tone* Ye sound less than thrilled at th’ prospect, luv. *snuggles closer* An’
under th’ current circs, I’m inclined t’ concur. *Pauses, then adds* Y’know, th’
beauty of a ship is, it’s not jus’ a keel and hull an' a deck an' sails. That’s what a ship needs,
but what a ship is … what Th’ Libertine Trailer is, here an’ now … is freedom. Might I suggest
we, ah, weigh anchor out ‘ere fer a time. We been away this long, I don’t reckon another … oh, hour
or so, would give anyone cause fer concern. *raises eyebrows suggestively*
Blake
*grins* Make that two hours. *kisses her*
Manouche
*gasps, catches breath* Do I hear three? *Rises reluctantly to weigh anchor*
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