we just did with our bodies,â he murmured to Circe. He played gently with the damp strands of hair that curled down her neck, stroking her hypnotically, coaxing her to relax against him. âI want you to open up like you never have before. Make yourself bare, and let me in.â
âI donât know how.â Her voice was muffled, a little frightened.
âIâll show you. Just donât fight me.â
Freeboot had learned a long time ago, using LSD, that he could separate a part of his mind from the restâlike a tentacle, like a snakeâand send it into other minds. The younger and more stoned they were, the easier it was. It was like opening the door to somebodyâs living room and seeing them sitting on the couch watching TV, so wrapped up in it, theyâd forgotten where they were. There were several screens, broadcasting the different channels of thoughts,memories, feelings, everything that went on in their heads.
Feelings were the most important. They were what ruled. Freeboot could see them, beaming out from that TV setâfear, hate, love, doubt, all the pressures that built up in peopleâs lives, mixing together to push them into what they did and said.
And he knew how to push those feelings. He didnât know how he knew, he just did. He shone his energy, his power, on the ones he wantedâlove for the women, aggression for the men, jacking up fear in a maquis who was getting cocky or devotion in a bride who was restless.
When he went back out that door and closed it again, they didnât know what had happened, didnât even know that heâd been in there. But that energy he pumped in was him . As those feelings got stronger, Freeboot was the hidden essence of them, like oxygen in air. Every breath they took contained him.
When he finished with Circe, she was trembling a little.
âThat was good,â he said. âYouâre going to be a sweet bride. But one thing you got to understandâsome of the other girls are going to be jealous of you. You have to keep yourself above that.â
âOkay,â she breathed.
âGood girl.â He petted her once more, then stood. âIâve got to step out a while. Go ahead and toke up some more of that hash. Iâll be back.â
He pulled on his jeans, then took a money clip from his pocket and laid five one-hundred-dollar bills beside her on the bed.
âWhen you get back to town, buy yourself something pretty,â he said. Devotion might be a matter of the spirit, but it rolled more smoothly on wheels well greased with things that could be touched.
Circe got up, too, and slid luxuriantly into the stone bath.Lying back, with the clear water rippling over her young body, she was a luscious sight.
âFreeboot?â she said. Her face was childlike with seriousness. âCan you make me stop dreaming about flunking out of high school?â
He grinned. âDonât worry, baby. Pretty soon you wonât even remember it.â
5
M onksâs shackles were locked around his ankles, with an eighteen-inch chain connecting them, like a slave would have worn. The chain was locked again to a cable bolted to the floor, giving him just enough slack to move around the room. Heâd had to take off his boots to put them on. They werenât tight enough to hurt, but they weighed. He wondered where you would find something like that these days. A specialty shop. Or maybe on e-Bay.
There was no window he could see out of to watch the sky, no way to tell the time, but he guessed that it was around three A.M. by now. He and Mandrake had been alone for the past couple of hours. He had thought about trying to escape, but the shackles cut off any hope, and it was clear that the camp was being guarded. Ludicrous as this bunch might seemâadopting the term maquis , for Christâs sake, the sterling French resistance fighters of World War Twoâthey were at least organized.
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