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."It was a male, not a mother.Other males came to join it.Two sat between251me and the girl.The other." He stopped and pressed his palms to his temple.Apak knelt before him."What did you see?""Aiyee.Aiyee," Tootega wailed.Taliriktug, meanwhile, raised three fingers and clawed a sign in the air in front of him.A current of air struck the windowpanes, trying to shake them out of their frames."I am cursed," said Tootega, clutching at the very roots of his hair."What did you see?" Apak said again."Who has come?""Oomara," their grandfather said, in a voice too deep to belong to his throat.Suddenly, his body jack-knifed forward and his eyes rolled up like hard white eggs.The ashtray and its contents spilled to the floor.Outside, the pack dogs howled.The light in the room began to flicker.Apak cried out, "What do you see?" For the old man could travel far beyond his body and reach out into the underworld of life.252"Spirits, flying," Taliriktug hissed."They were on his shoulders," Tootega panted, clinging tight to his brother's arms."Spirits, like birds, with fire in their mouths."The door opened.Tootega did not hear it, but saw a pair of feet, in mukluks, come toward him.Apak moved aside.The visitor, a young woman, knelt down in his place."Did one of them have paws like this?" she asked.She curled her fingers slightly and stretched them as far apart as she could.With a scream of terror, Tootega leapt backward out of his chair, crashing it against the wardrobe door."Thanks.I missed you, too," the woman said.She rose up and backed toward Apak and the door."He saw dragons," she informed him."The servants of the universe.Bring him to me when his head reassures him that the sibyl, Zanna, is alive -- and doing well."253WELL, GOLLY.GOSH!This is silly," said David, rocking back in his chair.He crossed his arms firmly and stretched his long legs across the kitchen floor.On a wooden board on the table in front of him sat the chunk of clay the dragons had donated.Knives and brushes lay alongside, plus a paint-stained jar of methylated spirits.Ranged behind the clay stood the Pennykettle high command: Gadzooks, Gretel, Gruffen, etc.Behind them, in a chair, sat his landlady, Liz."Just pick up the clay and work it," she said."There's no point," David replied, tartly."I'm absolutely useless with it.I tried it at school, once.We were told to make a personalized teacup, in Art.Mine came out warped, like an oven-baked ashtray.If Salvador243254Dali had painted it as still life, he'd have made a small fortune.""Salvador who?" someone hurred to Gruffen.Gruffen checked in his book of dragon instructions.Nothing appropriate came up under S."He was an artist," said Liz, "and all artists start somewhere.So can you, David.""But why? What's the point?" he argued back.Gretel tapped a foot and hurred impatiently."I don't know," said Liz, her green eyes flaring."But right now, we don't have a better option.If G'reth wanted this, then you should do it.He's part of you, and part of Lucy, too.For both your sakes, I'd like to see what happens.Now, take the clay.In both hands.Come on."Reluctantly, David wriggled upright in his seat and closed his hands around the chunk, working it silkily through his fingers."Don't blame me if it comes out like a pudding.What do you start with? Head or body?""Either.Body is usually easiest.Break it up until you think you've got the right amount."255David tore the clay apart and selected a chunk."Now what?"Hrrrr, went Gretel, puffing smoke.She made a few model poses, sarcastically suggesting David should copy one.He tried.He really did.For a good ninety seconds he molded the clay as best he could.His final effort came out resembling a pear.The dragons ground their teeth in disappointment.The tenant threw up his hands in defeat."There.See? Told you I was useless.""That's it," said Liz, snapping her fingers."Seeing.You're seeing too much.Trying too hard.You should be following your heart, not your head.Close your eyes.""What?"Is this wise? Gruffen hurred to the rest of the group, pointing to a few spots of clay on the ceiling, the result of David's gesture of failure.Bonnington, pushing his food around his bowl, gave up and hid behind the ironing board.If clay was going to fly, he was taking no chances.256"Close your eyes," Liz repeated.David muttered, "This is dumb." All the same, he did as he was told."Now, dream it," said Liz."Let your hands move to the dragon that comes to you, not how you think the average dragon ought to look
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