Merrick - Anne Rice [59]
Nothing penetrated the canopy. Nothing struck the tin of the roof.
“What do you want us to do with these things?” asked Aaron gently. “You don’t want anything left, as I understand it.”
“We’re going to take it down,” said Merrick, “if it’s all right with you. It’s past its time. This house should be closed up now, if you will keep your promises to me. I want to go with you.”
“Yes, we’ll have everything dismantled.”
She suddenly looked at the shriveled hand which she held in her own. The ants were crawling onto her skin.
“Put it down, child,” I said suddenly, startling myself.
She gave it a wring or two again and then did what I said. “It must come with us, everything must,” she said. “Some day, I’ll take out all these things and I’ll see what they are.” She brushed off the unwelcome ants.
Her dismissive tone filled me with relief, I must confess it.
“Absolutely,” said Aaron. He turned and gave a signal to the Talamasca acolytes who had come as far as the edge of the patio behind us. “They will begin packing everything,” he told Merrick.
“There’s one thing in this backyard that I have to take myself,” she said, glancing at me and then at Aaron. She seemed not purposefully or playfully mysterious as much as troubled.
She backed away from us and moved slowly towards one of the gnarled fruit trees that sprang up in the very middle of the patio flagstones. She dipped her head as she moved under the low green branches, and lifted her arms almost as if she was trying to embrace the tree.
In a moment, I saw her purpose. I should have guessed it. A huge snake had descended, coiling itself about her arms and her shoulders. It was a constrictor.
I felt a helpless shudder and a total revulsion. Not even my years in the Amazon had made me a patient liker of snakes. Quite to the contrary. But I knew what they felt like; I knew that eerie silky weight, and the strange current of feeling they sent through one’s skin as they moved very rapidly to encoil one’s arms.
I could feel these things as I watched her.
Meanwhile, out of the overgrown tangle of green there came low whispers from those who watched her as well. This is what they had gathered to see. This was the moment. The snake was a Voodoo god, of course. I knew it. But I was still amazed.
“It’s definitely harmless,” Aaron said to me hastily. As if he knew! “We’ll have to feed it a rat or two, I suppose, but to us, it’s quite—.”
“Never mind,” I said with a smile, letting him off the hook. I could see he was quite uncomfortable. And then to tease him a little, and to fend off the deep melancholy of the place, I said, “You know of course the rodents must be alive.”
He was appropriately horrified and gave me a reproving glance, as if to say, you needn’t have told me that! But he was far too polite to say a word.
Merrick was talking to the snake in a low voice in French.
She made her way back to the altar, and there found a black iron box with barred windows on all sides—I know no other words for it—which she opened with one hand, the hinges of its lid creaking loudly; and into this box she let the serpent slowly and gracefully settle itself, which fortunately for all of us, it did.
“Well, we’ll see what stalwart gentlemen want to carry the snake,” Aaron said to the closest of the assistants who stood speechless, watching.
Meanwhile, the crowd had begun to break up and slip away. There was much rustling in the trees. Leaves fell all around us. Somewhere, unseen in the lush garden, the birds continued to hover, beating the air with their tiny busy wings.
Merrick stood for a long moment looking up, as though she’d found a chink in the rooftop of foliage.
“I’ll never be coming back here, I don’t think,” she said softly to both of us or to no one.
“Why do you say that, child?” I asked. “You can do as you like, you can come every day if you wish. There are so many things we must talk over together.”
“It’s ruined, this whole place,” she said, “and besides, if Cold Sandra ever comes back, I don’t want her to find me.