I asked him jealous questions about the baby, about his love for Delphine, but he struggled to remember. His mind had become as feeble as his body.
The child cooed in her bassinet. I feared her. What would she do, when she was older and felt betrayed? I looked at the sea and knew she would do worse things than her mother.
I lost my love in that stormLeander was so decrepit by the time a thick bolt of lightning split our ship, I knew he must have perished in the wreck that followed.
But his daughter survived.
When I awoke on a windswept abandoned shore, I found Ovid submerged in wet sandand the baby in her bassinet, at the edge of soft ocean waves. I thought of killing her, leaving her to diebut she had his eyes. She was all I had left of my love.
In the early years the robot, the girl, and I spent together, I almost forgot who her real mother was. She was my treasure, my life.
Over time, the girl grew to be like her mother.
For seventeen years I kept her hidden, until one day I returned from bathing to find her disappeared. Ovid knew which path shed taken, but something told me not to follow. Like a flame suddenly extinguished, she was gone, and I was cold and alone.
I never saw her again. I had never given her a name.
Esme put the parchment on her lap. She opened her eyes.
I dont understand, Eureka said.
I shall put it plainly for you: the years have forged a false history of your lineage. Selene was a pretty girl and a decent horticulturist, but she was not your matriarch. You are descended from the grandmother of all dark sorcery. The Tearline springs from Delphine.
Eureka opened her mouth to speak but found no words.
Her tears of scorn and heartbreak sank Atlantis, Esme said. Yours will raise it.
No, thats not what happened.
Because you dont want it to be what happened? Esme asked. If the hero does not match the story, it is the hero, not the story, who must be rewritten.
Eurekas temples throbbed. But I didnt cry from scorn and
Heartbreak? Esme asked. Are you certain?
Youre lying, Eureka said.
I lie as frequently and as convincingly as I can. But then there is the matter of the Glimmering, which reveals only that which is truer than the truth. Do you happen to recall your reflection?
The memory of that cold, cruel face flashed before Eurekas eyes and she knew that the girl in the reflection wasnt Maya Cayce. Her gaze had been wiser, darker, deeper. Her smile icier than that of even the most frigid high school queen. Eureka had been looking at Delphine. Her body tensed. She imagined squeezing Esmes cheeks until no laughter could escape her pretty, painted mouth.
Sheblinked, surprised by the violence of her fantasy.
Esme smiled. Delphine is who you come from, why you are the way you are. Dark-hearted. Mind as deadly as a nest of vipers. You are capable of great and terrible things, but you must free yourself of the bonds of love and kindness holding you back. Come with us. We will show you the way to the Marais. Then you will show us the way to Atlantis
No. Eureka rose and stepped backward.
Youll change your mind. Esme followed Eureka to the doorway. She stroked the twisted end of her pipe. Funny, isnt it? Everyone thinks the bad guy is Atlas.
Even Atlas thinks the bad guy is Atlas! a witch in the background howled.
When, actuallyEsme leaned forward to whisper in Eurekas bad earits you.
23
OVIDS METAMORPHOSES
Eureka could barely see Ander through the rain as he ran from the entrance to the Bitter Cloud and caught her in his arms.
Where have you been?
Everything was different about him. His hair was wet, his clothes soaked and stuck to his skin. His eyes were a pure, crystal-clear blue, where they used to be clouded by a lovely melancholy.
Was this how Ander wore joy? He looked fantastic, but far removed from the brooding, unreachable boy shed fallen for back home.
That boy would have hated that shed run off to an artemisia-drenched witches lair. This boys embrace said: All that matters is youre here.
The truth had done this to Ander. He knew who he wasor who he wasntand it looked good on him.
I have something for you, Ander said.
Ander, waitany word not confessing her secret was a liebefore you
He shook his head. This cant wait.
His arms curved around her back and pulled her body against his. He tipped her backward and pressed his lips to hers. The salty rain flooded between their lips. This was what heartbreak tasted like.
Eureka felt like an imposter. She couldnt breathe and she didnt want to. What if she could die while kissing him, allow his love to suffocate her? Then hed never know who she really was, she would never have to face the grand lie she had become, and the rest of the half-drowned world could go on paying for her pride.
She touched the corners of his eyes where shed found wrinkles days ago. Your face.
Do I look different? Ander asked.
His eyes creased when he smiled. His hair was a thousand shades of flaxen gold. But Ander wasnt an old man any more than Eureka was an old lady. They were teenagers. They were growing up and changing all the time and it couldnt be stopped or slowed.
The child cooed in her bassinet. I feared her. What would she do, when she was older and felt betrayed? I looked at the sea and knew she would do worse things than her mother.
I lost my love in that stormLeander was so decrepit by the time a thick bolt of lightning split our ship, I knew he must have perished in the wreck that followed.
But his daughter survived.
When I awoke on a windswept abandoned shore, I found Ovid submerged in wet sandand the baby in her bassinet, at the edge of soft ocean waves. I thought of killing her, leaving her to diebut she had his eyes. She was all I had left of my love.
In the early years the robot, the girl, and I spent together, I almost forgot who her real mother was. She was my treasure, my life.
Over time, the girl grew to be like her mother.
For seventeen years I kept her hidden, until one day I returned from bathing to find her disappeared. Ovid knew which path shed taken, but something told me not to follow. Like a flame suddenly extinguished, she was gone, and I was cold and alone.
I never saw her again. I had never given her a name.
Esme put the parchment on her lap. She opened her eyes.
I dont understand, Eureka said.
I shall put it plainly for you: the years have forged a false history of your lineage. Selene was a pretty girl and a decent horticulturist, but she was not your matriarch. You are descended from the grandmother of all dark sorcery. The Tearline springs from Delphine.
Eureka opened her mouth to speak but found no words.
Her tears of scorn and heartbreak sank Atlantis, Esme said. Yours will raise it.
No, thats not what happened.
Because you dont want it to be what happened? Esme asked. If the hero does not match the story, it is the hero, not the story, who must be rewritten.
Eurekas temples throbbed. But I didnt cry from scorn and
Heartbreak? Esme asked. Are you certain?
Youre lying, Eureka said.
I lie as frequently and as convincingly as I can. But then there is the matter of the Glimmering, which reveals only that which is truer than the truth. Do you happen to recall your reflection?
The memory of that cold, cruel face flashed before Eurekas eyes and she knew that the girl in the reflection wasnt Maya Cayce. Her gaze had been wiser, darker, deeper. Her smile icier than that of even the most frigid high school queen. Eureka had been looking at Delphine. Her body tensed. She imagined squeezing Esmes cheeks until no laughter could escape her pretty, painted mouth.
Sheblinked, surprised by the violence of her fantasy.
Esme smiled. Delphine is who you come from, why you are the way you are. Dark-hearted. Mind as deadly as a nest of vipers. You are capable of great and terrible things, but you must free yourself of the bonds of love and kindness holding you back. Come with us. We will show you the way to the Marais. Then you will show us the way to Atlantis
No. Eureka rose and stepped backward.
Youll change your mind. Esme followed Eureka to the doorway. She stroked the twisted end of her pipe. Funny, isnt it? Everyone thinks the bad guy is Atlas.
Even Atlas thinks the bad guy is Atlas! a witch in the background howled.
When, actuallyEsme leaned forward to whisper in Eurekas bad earits you.
23
OVIDS METAMORPHOSES
Eureka could barely see Ander through the rain as he ran from the entrance to the Bitter Cloud and caught her in his arms.
Where have you been?
Everything was different about him. His hair was wet, his clothes soaked and stuck to his skin. His eyes were a pure, crystal-clear blue, where they used to be clouded by a lovely melancholy.
Was this how Ander wore joy? He looked fantastic, but far removed from the brooding, unreachable boy shed fallen for back home.
That boy would have hated that shed run off to an artemisia-drenched witches lair. This boys embrace said: All that matters is youre here.
The truth had done this to Ander. He knew who he wasor who he wasntand it looked good on him.
I have something for you, Ander said.
Ander, waitany word not confessing her secret was a liebefore you
He shook his head. This cant wait.
His arms curved around her back and pulled her body against his. He tipped her backward and pressed his lips to hers. The salty rain flooded between their lips. This was what heartbreak tasted like.
Eureka felt like an imposter. She couldnt breathe and she didnt want to. What if she could die while kissing him, allow his love to suffocate her? Then hed never know who she really was, she would never have to face the grand lie she had become, and the rest of the half-drowned world could go on paying for her pride.
She touched the corners of his eyes where shed found wrinkles days ago. Your face.
Do I look different? Ander asked.
His eyes creased when he smiled. His hair was a thousand shades of flaxen gold. But Ander wasnt an old man any more than Eureka was an old lady. They were teenagers. They were growing up and changing all the time and it couldnt be stopped or slowed.
