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Kira picked up a small wooden frame with a half-finished piece of embroidery stretched taut across it. She brought it to her chair, and moved a basket filled with bright threads to the floor beside her. Then she leaned her stick against the fireplace wall, sat down, and picked up the needle that was waiting, threaded with green, attached to the fabric.
"I will go with you," she said quite suddenly in her soft voice. "But I will go as I am. With my leg. With my stick. "
Matty, puzzled, stared at her. How had she known, before he asked it, what he was planning to ask of her?
"I was going to explain," he said after a long moment. "I was going to persuade you. How. . . ?"
"I started to tell you earlier," she said, "about my gift. What my hands do. Move your chair closer and Ill show you now. "
He did so, pulling the crude wooden chair near to where she was. She tilted the embroidery frame so that he could see. Like the colorful tapestry on the wall of the blind mans house, this was a landscape. The stitches were tiny and complicated, and each section a subtle variation in color, so that deep green moved gradually into a slightly lighter shade, and then again lighter, until at the edges it was a pale yellow. The colors combined to form an exquisite pattern of trees, with the tiniest of individual leaves outlined in countless numbers.
"Its Forest," Matty said, recognizing it.
Kira nodded. "Look beyond it," she said, and extended her finger to point to a section in the upper right, where Forest opened and tiny houses were patterned around curved paths.
He thought he could almost make out the house he shared with the blind man, though it was infinitely small on the fabric.
"Village," he said, examining with awe the meticulousness of her craft.
"I embroider this scene again and again," Kira said, "and sometimes—not always—my hands begin to move in ways I dont understand. The threads seem to take on a power of their own. "
He leaned closer to look more carefully at the embroidery. It was astounding, the detail of it, how tiny it was.
"Matty?" she said. "Ive never done this with anyone watching. But I can feel it in my hands right now. Watch. "
He peered intently as her right hand picked up the needle threaded with green. She inserted it into the fabric at an unfinished place near the edge of Forest. Suddenly both of her hands began to vibrate slightly. They shimmered. He had seen this once before, on the day that Leader stood at the window, gathered himself, and saw beyond.
He looked up at her face and saw that her eyes were closed. But her hands were moving very quickly now. They reached into the basket again and again, changed threads in a motion so fast he could barely follow it, and the needle entered the cloth, and entered the cloth, and entered the cloth.
Time seemed to stop. The fire continued to crackle and sputter. Frolic sighed in his sleep at the edge of the hearth. Matty sat speechless, watching the shimmering hands dart; hours and days and weeks seemed to go by, yet oddly, only a blink, an instant, of time passed. Today and tomorrow and yesterday were all spun together and held in those hands that moved and moved and moved, yet her eyes were closed, and the fire still flickered and the dog still slept.
Then it ended.
Kira opened her eyes, sat up straighter, and stretched her shoulders. "It tires me," she explained, though he already knew it.
"Look now," she said. "Quickly, because it will fade. "
He leaned forward and saw that now, in the embroidered scene, at the bottom, two tiny people were entering Forest. He recognized one as himself, backpack on his back; he could even see, amazingly, the torn place on the sleeve of his jacket. Behind him, meticulously stitched in shades of brown, was Frolic, his tail high. And beside Frolic he saw Kira, her blue dress, her stick wedged under her arm, her dark hair tied back.
The top edge of the embroidery had changed as well. Now, beside the house he had recognized as his, he could see the blind man standing. His posture was that of someone waiting for something.
And suddenly Matty could see, too, crowds of people at the edge of Village. They were dragging huge logs. Someone—it looked like Mentor—was giving directions. They were preparing to build a wall.
Matty sat back. He blinked, astounded, then leaned forward to look at it again. He realized he wanted to search the scene for a glimpse of Jean. But now the details were gone. He could still see the colored stitches, but it was a simple—exquisitely beautiful, but simple—landscape again. For a moment he saw the people, flat now, with no detail, but then they faded abruptly and were gone.
Kira set the embroidery frame down on the floor and rose from her chair. "We must leave in the morning," she said. "Ill prepare food. "
Matty was still stunned by what he had just seen. "I dont understand," he said.
"Do you understand what happened when you stabbed your knee with that knife and then closed and cured the wound with your hands?"
"No," he admitted. "I dont. Its my gift. Thats all. "
"Well," Kira said matter-of-factly, "this is mine. My hands create a picture of the future. Yesterday morning I held that same fabric and saw you come out of Forest. In the afternoon I opened the door and there you were. "
She chuckled. "I hadnt seen Frolic, though. He was a nice surprise. " The dog awoke and looked up at the sound of his name. He came to her to be patted.
"While you napped," she went on, "I stitched again and saw Father waiting for me. That was just this afternoon. Now they have started to move the logs into place for the wall. And—did you notice the change in Forest, Matty?"
He shook his head. "I was looking at the people. "
"Forest is thickening. So we must hurry, Matty. "
Odd. It was the same thing that Leader had seen. "Kira?" Matty asked.
"Yes?" She was taking food from a cupboard.
"Did you see a young man with blue eyes? About your age? We call him Leader. "
She stood still for a moment, thinking. A strand of dark hair fell across her face, and she brushed it back with her hand. Then she shook her head. "No," she said. "But I felt him. "
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They woke early. The sun was just rising, and through the window Matty could see that the gardens were bathed in amber light. Thick around a tall trellis, a vine that had been simply green when he arrived the day before was now profuse with opened blue and white morning glories. Beyond the trellis, on tall stalks, tiny aster blossoms, deep pink with golden centers, trembled in the dawn breeze.
He felt her presence, suddenly, and turned to see Kira standing behind him, looking out.
"It will be hard for you to leave this," he said.
But she smiled and shook her head. "Its time. I always knew the time would come. I told my father that long ago. "
"He says youll have a garden there. He wanted me to tell you that. "
She nodded. "Eat quickly, Matty, and well go. Ive fed Frolic already. "
***
"Do you need help?" Matty asked, his mouth full of the sweet muffin she had given him, as he watched her arrange a wrapped bundle on her back, crisscrossing the straps that held it around her chest. "Whats in it?"
"No, I can do it just fine. Its my frame and some needles and thread. "
"Kira, the journeys hard and long. There wont be time to sit and sew. " Then Matty fell quiet. Of course she needed this. It was the way her gift came.
She had put food inside Mattys pack as well as in his rolled blanket. It was heavier than it had been coming, for there were two of them now. But Matty felt strong. He was almost relieved that she had not allowed him to mend her leg, for it would have weakened him badly, cost them perhaps several days as he rested from it, and sent them out less prepared and more vulnerable.
He could see, too, that she was accustomed to her stick and twisted leg. A lifetime of walking in that way had made it, as she had pointed out, part of her. It was who she was. To become a fast-striding Kira with two straight legs would hav
e been to become a different person. This was not a journey Matty could undertake with a stranger.
"Frolic, if you were a little bigger and less frisky, I would strap a pack to your back," Kira said, laughing, to the eager puppy, who stood beside the door with his tail churning in the air. He could tell they were leaving. He was not going to be left behind.
Soon they were loaded with everything they had packed so carefully the night before.
"Were ready, then," Kira announced, and Matty nodded in agreement. From the open doorway, with Frolic already outside sniffing the earth, they looked back to the large room that had been Kiras home since she had been a young girl. She was leaving the loom, the baskets of yarn and thread, the dried herbs on the rafters, the wall-hangings, the earthen mugs and plates made for her by the village potter, and a handsome wooden tray that had been a gift long ago from her friend Thomas, who had carved it with intertwined, complicated designs. From hooks along the wall hung her clothes, things she had made, some of them skirts and jackets rich with embroidered and appliqued designs. Today she was wearing her simple blue dress and a heavy knitted sweater with buttons made from small flat stones.
She closed the door on all of it. "Come, Frolic," Matty called, unnecessarily. The dog scampered to them and raised his leg one last time against the doorsill, saying, in his way, "I have been here. "
Then Matty moved toward the place where the path entered Forest. Kira, leaning on her stick, followed him, and Frolic, ears up, came behind.
***
"You know," Kira said, "Ive walked the forest path between this cottage and the center of my village so many times. " Then she laughed. "Well, of course you know that, Matty. You did it with me when you were a little boy. "
"I did. Again and again. "
"But I have never once entered Forest. There was no need, of course. And it always seemed frightening somehow. "
They had barely entered, and behind them the light of the clearing still showed, and a corner of Kiras little house. But ahead, Matty could see, the path was oddly dark. He didnt remember it being so dark.
"Are you frightened now?" he asked her.
"Oh, no, not with you. You know Forest so well. "
"Thats true. I do. " It was true, but even as he said it, Matty felt a sense of discomfort, though he hid it from Kira. The path ahead did not seem to be as familiar as it had always been. He could tell that it was the same path—the turnings were the same; as he led her around the next one, the clearing behind them was no longer visible—but things that had seemed easy and accustomed no longer did. Now everything felt a little different: slightly darker, and decidedly hostile.
But he said nothing. He led the way, and Kira, strong despite her handicap, trudged after him.
***
"They have entered. "
Leader turned from the window. He had stood there for a long moment, intent, focused, while beside him the blind man waited. They had been doing this for several days.
Leader sat to rest. He breathed hard. He was accustomed to this, the way his body temporarily lost its vigor and needed to restore itself after he had looked beyond.