Волхв

Chapter 8

           Instrainingforward,IthoughtImighthavetotwistmyheadatthelastmomentandbotchthejob,soIsearchedaroundandfoundadeadbranchthatIcouldfitbetweentheguardandthetrigger.Itookthecartridgeoutandfittedthestickin,andthensatwiththegunbetweenmyknees,thesolesofmyshoesonthestick,therightbarrelaninchfrommyeye.Therewasaclickasthehammerfell.Itwassimple.Ireloadedthecartridge.

           Fromthehillsbehindcamethesolitaryvoiceofagirl.Shemusthavebeenbringingdownthegoats,andshewassingingwildly,atthelimitofheruninhibitedvoice,withoutanyrecognizablemelody,inTurkish-Moslemintervals.Itsoundeddisembodied,ofplace,notperson.Irememberedhavingheardasimilarvoice,perhapsthissamegirl’s,singingonedayonthehillbehindtheschool.Ithaddrifteddownintotheclassroom,andtheboyshadbeguntogiggle.Butnowitseemedintenselymysterious,wellingoutofasolitudeandsufferingthatmademinetrivialandabsurd.Itheldmeunderaspell.Isatwiththegunacrossmyknees,unabletomovewhilethesoundfloateddownthroughtheeveningair.Idon’tknowhowlongshesangfor,buttheskydarkened,theseapaledtoanacreousgray.Overthemountainstherewerepinkishbarsofhighcloudinthestillstronglightfromthesetsun.Allthelandandtheseaheldlight,asiflightwaswarmth,anddidnotfadeassoonasthesourcewasremoved.Butthevoicedwindledtowardsthevillage;thendiedintosilence.

           Iraisedthegunagainuntilthebarrelwaspointingatme.

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