The Mermaid's Mirror (28 page)

When the images faded from the mirror's surface, Melusina put her hand down, still holding the mirror. Mother and daughter faced each other. They floated in silence for a long moment, neither one speaking, all of their shared and separate memories floating around them.

Kai!
thought Lena.
Oh, no. And Pem! And—

"You told me that your father didn't marry again for a long time," said Melusina.

"Yes."

"When?"

"I was nine years old."

"I see." Melusina spun in a circle, as if unable to contain her emotions. "I had been lost for five years?"

"Yes."

"And he married Allison."

"Yes."

"I knew her."

"Yes. I saw a photo of the three of you taken in some restaurant. I forgot about it until just now."

Melusina continued to spin, agitated. "We were friends. I never thought ... I never would have guessed—"

Lena waited for her mother to control herself. But Melusina seemed to be spiraling deeper and deeper into her memories of the past, with fresh pain at every turn. Finally she sank down on a bed of seaweed, still holding the comb and the mirror. As if seeking to soothe herself, she began to comb her hair.

Lena moved toward the mouth of the sleeping cave, looking out at the village. Where was everyone? Her mother needed help.

I'll call Nix,
she thought. Then she pictured him working, patrolling the verge ... and he seemed too far away to call back.

Lena retreated into the cave. She knew she should put her arms around her mother, or say something to try to comfort her, or call for help. But she could not move. As long as she didn't move, nothing had to change.

So she floated motionless, breathing the seawater, looking at her stunned mermaid mother, hearing her agonized thoughts.

The image of her father's face came into her mind. She closed her eyes to shut it out, but that only made it stronger. Then the sound of Cole's voice drifted into her mind again, and she could not shut it out. If she stayed here, Cole would grow up living with the loss of his sister every day. Could she do that to him? He was six, old enough to remember her. And Dad ... he would have lost not only a wife, but his daughter.

"Mama!" she cried out, like a child waking from a dream.

Melusina jerked out of her inward reverie. "Yes, dear one."

"I—" Lena covered her eyes with her hand, much like her father when faced with something too difficult.

"What is it, my heart?"

Lena wept, her tears mixing with the ocean. "I have to go back!"

Melusina did not answer. She shook her head, denying Lena's words. She tried to speak, and failed. She finally pulled Lena close, stroking her hair. "The mirror has saddened you."

Lena nodded.

"It has saddened me as well. I have the memories back. My heart aches. So much sadness I left behind on land. A loving husband and a child who needed me. I felt this pain when I saw you on the shore, and remembered." She held Lena tighter. "But hush. We will lose some of the pain in the memory circle. We will ask the villagers for help."

"But Mama..."

"Hush, my dearest," said Melusina. "You must not think of bidding us farewell. What of Nix? Surely you would not abandon him, as I—" She stopped, stricken.

Lena's heart shuddered, and for a moment, she wondered if it would start beating again, or if this pain would kill her. Like mother, like daughter. Two generations of women forced to abandon love.

She pressed a hand over the wound in her chest and made her voice firm. "I have to go back."

Melusina gazed at her in silence for what seemed an eternity, as if storing up new memories of her daughter's face to last her for the coming absence. Finally she nodded. "I shall not hinder you. I will take you to the surface."

She swam to the mouth of the cave and paused. "I will inform Amphitrite, so that the village may speed you on your way with a farewell circle. While I am gone, you may speak privately to Nix."

Lena went to her mother. Was this really happening? Was she just going to
leave
the world beneath the waves? "No," she cried.

Melusina waited, her lovely face marred by anguish.

I didn't have enough time,
thought Lena.

Her mother stroked her cheek. "It's never enough."

"I don't want a farewell circle," said Lena. "I just want to talk to Nix." She clutched her head. "But I can't. I can't! How can I explain to him that I'm leaving? This is unbelievable."

"Not so very," said her mermaid mother.

"Will you call him for me? I can't bear to see anyone else."

Melusina started to leave, and Lena grabbed her arm. "Wait!" She squeezed her mother's arm so tightly that Melusina gasped. "I can't," she said. "Don't call him. I can't do it."

"Cannot do what?"

Calling upon every ounce of mental strength she had, Lena dropped a curtain over the turmoil of her thoughts. "I won't be able to leave if I see him," she said. Hardening her voice, she repeated, "Don't call him."

For a long time, Melusina waited in silence, waited for her to change her mind.

But Lena just looked at her with grim determination.

"As you wish," said her mother, and she pulled her arm away. "Let us go now, before the others awaken. I will explain ... as best I can ... once you are gone." She swam ahead of Lena.

With a wrenching pain, Lena followed.

How long have I been missing from land?
she thought.
Weeks? Months? Dad and Allie still seem to be in shock. Maybe time is different down here.

Dad.

Oh, Dad, I'm so sorry,
thought Lena.
I never
...A surge of relief pounded in her chest.
At least he didn't do something stupid, like dive in after me.

The idea of her father, obeying that cruel command to stay out of the sea, even after his daughter dove into it, caused Lena to stop swimming.

"Wait!" she said.

Melusina halted, a tentative smile touching her lips.

"I have to go back," said Lena, not wishing to give her mother false hope. "But there's something I need to do here first." She turned to look at the village, which was still empty and silent.

Lena swam toward the sleeping caves, entering them one by one until she found her grandparents.

Merrow and Amphitrite lay together on a large bed of seaweed. There was another family sleeping a short distance away.

"Lena?" asked her mother, who had followed her into the cave. "Do you wish to say goodbye to your grandparents?"

"Something like that," said Lena.

Merrow's eyes opened at the sound of their voices. His face lit up. "Dearest maids," he greeted them. "Ah, Selena, you are free of the cloak!"

Amphitrite opened her eyes, and anger darkened her face. She sat up and hissed, "You dare enter this cave, Melusina?"

Lena's eyes widened.

Melusina cowered. "I beg your pardon, Mother. I accompany Selena, who wishes to speak with you."

"Let her speak, then. You need not stay."

Lena's heart pounded with indignation.
Allie has never talked to me that way,
she thought. How could a mother speak to her daughter like that? And why didn't Melusina stick up for herself? A surge of love for Allie came over Lena.
I miss her,
she thought.
I need to tell her I'm sorry.

"I want my mother with me," said Lena, taking Melusina's hand. "I'm here to tell you I have to leave the village."

"But why, child?" asked Merrow, looking distressed.

"I ... they're suffering. My family on land."

Amphitrite frowned. "Your time among the humans was long. Your time here has only just begun, and there are many things for you to learn. I wish you to stay."

Lena did not move. "Thank you for the invitation. But my parents don't even know if I'm alive or dead. I have to go back."

Amphitrite's eyes became stony. "My daughter is your parent in
this
world. Do you not care for her feelings? She will be heartbroken. Not to mention the young man you profess to love."

Lena squeezed her mother's hand. "My mother understands. And as for Nix—" Here she stumbled over her words. "I ... I was not free to make promises to him. I ... the cloak is cursed! It doesn't just shelter someone between the worlds, it makes you forget! I didn't—"

"Enough," said Amphitrite, her expression dismissive. "The cloak is charmed to protect the wearer. Do you not realize that protection from the torment of memories is part of the charm?"

Melusina and Lena stared, absorbing this idea.

"You are free to go, Selena. Perhaps it is for the best. You are a lovely little creature, but your prolonged presence here would no doubt have led to dissension among our people. Nevertheless, you will be welcome whenever you return."

"Is that true?" asked Lena.

"Of course," said Amphitrite, her eyes narrowing. "How dare you doubt my words?"

"But what about the sharks?" she asked.

"Sharks?" All three of them looked at Lena in surprise.

"When will the sharks come for me?"

Melusina gasped.

The sleeping family in the cave had awoken and were listening to the harsh words in dismay. "Come," said the merman. His wife picked up their small drowsy mermaid, and they swam out of the cave.

"Your words are confused, Selena," said Amphitrite. "You are in no danger. No shark shall harm you while you are in the company of mer- folk."

"But Amphitrite, if you would charm the sharks to seek out my father, then you should do the same to me."

Amphitrite rose from the bed of seaweed and uncoiled her tail to its full length, her light eyes glittering. "You speak of things of which you know nothing, child of Brian."

"I heard what you said before. When I first arrived. You thought I was sleeping."

Amphitrite and Merrow exchanged a glance.

"I heard what you said about my father. You said that you would charm the sharks to seek him out if he ever set foot in the ocean again."

The expression on Amphitrite's face did not change. She did not speak. But her tail flicked slightly.

"You also told my father, long ago, that if he disobeyed your command, whenever anyone he loved set foot in the ocean, you would destroy them, too."

Silence.

"He never set foot in the ocean again. Not because he's afraid of you," Lena couldn't help saying defiantly. "But because he didn't want anything to happen to me, or anyone else he loves."

Still Amphitrite did not answer.

Lena kept her eyes locked on the mermaid. "I want to hear you take back your command," she said.

Amphitrite's eyes lit with an unearthly power. "We do not bow to the will of humans," she said.

And she swam out of the cave.

Lena watched Amphitrite's retreating form, and her heart sank. Then she felt the gentle pressure of her mother's hand.

"She is formidable," said Melusina. "But so is her granddaughter."

Lena nodded and kissed her mother's cheek. She swam out of the cave.

By the time she caught up to her, the mermaid was near the circle of stones in the center of the village. "Grandmother," she called.

Amphitrite turned.

Keeping her fears Clouded, Lena swam up to the mermaid and said, "Please let me speak. My father has obeyed your command for
so many
years." Her voice quavered, and she paused to gather her courage. "It has been a terrible sacrifice for him. He loves the sea! Surely you can imagine how hard it has been to see it and smell it
every single day,
but never to be able to touch it. He would have moved away years ago, if not for me. He knew I needed to be near the ocean, because ... because"—tears came to Lena's eyes as she realized for the first time what had kept her family in Diamond Bay—"to leave would have killed me."

The hard glint in Amphitrite's eyes seemed to soften, although she remained staring at the circle of stones. Melusina and Merrow floated just behind Lena.

"My father stayed out of the water for me. And everyone else he loves. Now I ask you to take back your command. I
beg
you."

Amphitrite looked at her then. "Yes ... it would have been a terrible sacrifice," she admitted, "to forsake the embrace of the sea." She shifted her gaze to a point behind Lena. "However, I did not issue the command against your father."

Lena stared at her for a moment, then turned slowly, looking at her grandfather. "You?" she whispered.

Merrow did not answer. His expression—usually so warm and kind—was impassive.

Melusina gasped.

The four of them floated in silence for a long moment.

"Husband," said Amphitrite at last, "the child implores. Will you show clemency?"

The powerful merman, his scarred tail reflecting a century of survival in this harsh world, turned to his daughter. "Melusina."

"Yes, Father."

"What would you give up ... to protect the human you once called husband?"

Without hesitation, Melusina said, "My life."

Lena shuddered. What was her grandfather planning to do?

"You have a loyal heart, daughter. But that will not be necessary," said Merrow. "However, you must cease your visits to the place where your husband and child found you."

Melusina's lips trembled, but she did not demur. "I agree."

Merrow looked satisfied. "Selena," he said.

Lena squared her shoulders. "Yes."

"You must give me your solemn vow that your father will not attempt to journey to our village, or bring disruption to our lives."

"I promise," said Lena.

"Be certain that you understand: he is welcome to enter the sea, but he is not welcome
here.
"

Lena nodded.

"And there is one more condition."

Lena waited in dread.

"
You
must not attempt to contact anyone here."

Lena's stomach dropped, and her heart began to thump painfully, as if it wanted to push its way out of her chest in protest. "What?"

"You leave damage in your wake. Do not imagine all will be well in the village after you depart. Once you have gone, there will be no healing for Nix or your mother unless they know themselves free of your power."