[IC Inbox -- Snowblind]

[heavensreader]

Is it worki - oh. Ahem. This is Kesara Freamon. Please leave your message here and I will call back on you as soon as I can.







Wait, is it still - argh, how do I ma-

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[devoutish]

Oh, she is beautiful.

[He starts slipping back into Russian here - not to tease Fiona, or to keep things from her, but because he's tickled pink that clever little Kesara can understand it.]

And good to have here with me, now.

I'll take a story. Yes.

[Listening is easier than talking.]

[heavensreader]

[A story. She's meant to always be able to do that. Stories always come easy. Lies, good lies... what is she going to say to a man who lies dying?]

I heard... [She doesn't have anything wise. She can only remember silly, pointless things. Maybe he'd like them, though. Maybe he'd like to laugh.]

I heard this story from a Jew in Kabul, that once there were a Christian and a Muslim and a Jew who were travelling together. Friendly as can be they travelled, until it was time to eat. They agreed that the Jew would slaughter the lamb they bought for their meal, the Christian will clean it and the Muslim will cook, and so it was. The Jew did his part, and went aside to rest.

But while they cooked, the other two conspired, saying, why should we share the good heart and liver with him? We'll make a bet, tomorrow we'll say to him, whoever had the pleasantest dream in the night will have these best portions, and they agreed between them about what dreams they will tell. They told the Jew of the bet when he woke, and he agreed, not knowing they meant to cheat him.

In the morning the Christian woke and said, "what a dreamed had I! I dreamed that the Christ himself came down from Heaven to invite me to the gates. He took my hand and led me to them."

The Mussulman then said, "I know you have, for in my dream, the Prophet himself, peace be upon him, came down to escort me to Heaven; and when I passed the gates you were still sitting outside them!"

At this, the Jew sighed and said, "and I, alas, am a poor man, witness to no such miracles. In my dream there came to me Moses with his staff, and said to me, o man, dire is your lot. Your companions are gone to their eternal reward and you are left here on this earth. At least feasting with the Christ and Prophet, they will not miss this little offal; may as well rise and eat! And so I did."

[devoutish]

[Alfie doesn't laugh, but he does smile, just a little. He knots his fingers into the fabric of Fiona's sleeve, and whispers:]

Good girl, Kesara.

[heavensreader]

[She doesn't know if she did well. She doesn't know if he's smiling because he likes the story, because it was good, or because he wants her to be brave. All she can do is give a tiny nod, a little jerking. Her mouth trembles as she smiles back, until she has to bite her lip to stop it.]

I could - I could tell another one - maybe if you listened to me, you wouldn't sleep - ?

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[Dying is inevitable now. He knows it. But the fighting instinct in him still wants to live for as long as he can - despite the terrible pain, despite the inevitable end.]