“It’s only me,” Candy said. “Don’t—”
The lightning receded, and Laguna Munn looked back down at her son. “I want you to stay here with him. Keep him from any further harm while I find her.”
“Boa . . .” Candy growled.
Laguna Munn nodded. “She took from the child what I stopped her taking from you.” She tenderly stroked her son’s cheek. “You just stay here, sweet one,” she said to him. “Mama will be back in just a few moments.”
“Where are you going?”
“To find her. And take back what she took from him.”
She got to her feet, rising with surprising ease for so large boned a woman, looking down at Jollo all the while. It was only with the greatest difficulty that she finally separated her gaze from him.
“I’m so sorry,” Candy said. “If I’d known what she was capable of doing—”
“Don’t,” Mrs. Munn said, waving Candy’s apology away. “We have more urgent business than talk. Will you please stay with him, maybe talk to him a little so his spirit stays near?”
“Of course.”
“She’s not a real Princess, you know,” Mrs. Munn said with an odd deliberation in her voice, like an amateur actor reciting lines. “She may have a crown and a title but they mean nothing. True royalty is a state of the soul. It belongs to those who have the gift of empathy, of compassion, of vision. That’s how people are led to do great things, even in cold, brutal times. But this . . . Boa . . .” Her lips curled when she spoke the two syllables: Bow-ah. “. . . attempted to first take your life, and then my Jollo’s, just to put some flesh on her spirit. That’s not the act of a Princess. To attack someone who had been her sanctuary? And then a child? Where is the nobility in that? I’ll tell you. There is none. Because your Princess Boa is a fake! She has no more royal blood in her than I do.”
There was a furious shriek from overhead—
“Liar! Liar!”
—and the branches shook so violently that a green rain of torn leaves fluttered down.
“There you are,” Candy heard Laguna Munn mutter under her breath. “I knew you were up there somewhere, you vicious little—”
A branch overhead creaked loudly, drawing Candy’s gaze up through the knotted branches to the place where Boa was squatting, her form delineated by narrow rays of violet light that passed up through her body from her soles to her scalp and from her head to her heels, throwing off a loop of incandescence when they crossed at her waist. She rocked back and forth on the branch, and then suddenly spat on Laguna Munn’s now upturned face.
“What are you staring at, you fat, old buzzard?” Boa said.
Mrs. Munn pulled a large handkerchief out of the sleeve of her dress. “Nothing of any worth,” she replied as she wiped her face. “Just you!”
And with that she sprang up from the ground into the canopy where Boa was squatting, leaving her handkerchief to drop to the ground.
“Take care of Jollo!” she yelled to Candy as she disappeared into the shadowed canopy. Then the nearby trees shook as Boa attempted her escape into it, and the chase overhead moved off up the slope, leaving Candy alone with the sick child.
MAMA?” JOLLO SAID WHEN Candy sat down beside him. She didn’t need to correct his error. “Wait, you’re not Mama.”
“Your mom won’t be long,” Candy told him. “I’m just here to look after you until she comes back.”
“Candy.”
“Yes.”
“She came out of you, didn’t she? The girl who killed me.”
“You’re not dead, Jollo. And your mom’s not going to let you die.”
“There’s some things even Mama can’t control,” Jollo said. His voice was getting weaker, word by word.
“Listen to me,” Candy said. “I know what the Princess did to you was horrible. She tried to do the same thing to me. But hold on. Please.”
“What for?”
“What for?”
“Don’t worry. You don’t have to answer that.” He raised his head off the ground and squinted at Candy. “Tell me about the Constrictor.”
“The what?”
“Boa,” he said, his face suddenly becoming a playground of mischief. “Get it? Ha! I just made that up.”
At the moment death was forgotten, anything was possible. Candy grinned. There was such sweetness in him she saw, hidden behind his melancholy.
“She was there inside you all the time?”
“Yes, she was there.”
“But you didn’t know what a monster she was, did you?”
Candy shook her head. “I had no idea,” she said. “She was part of me.”
“And now? How does it feel?”
“Empty.”
“You feel alone?”
“Yes . . .”
“Still, it’s better that she’s gone.”
Candy took a moment to consider this before replying.
“Yes. It’s better.”
Before Jollo could ask any further questions, a welcome and familiar figure appeared between the trees. “It’s only me!”
“Malingo!”
“Same old geshrat,” he said. “But who’s this?”
“You remember Jollo? Mrs. Munn’s boy?”
“He remembers me the way I was,” Jollo said. “Before Boa got to me.”
“So it worked,” Malingo said.
“Yes, she’s gone,” Candy said. “But she almost killed poor Jollo.”
“And you.”
“Well, yes. And me.”
“Where is she now?”
“Up in the trees somewhere,” Candy said.
“She’s running away from Mama,” Jollo said. He looked up at Candy. “Isn’t she?”
“That’s right.”
“But I want her back now. Just to say good-bye.”
“Maybe I should go and look for her,” Candy said.
“Yes . . .” Jollo said.
Candy took hold of Jollo’s hand. His fingers were sweaty but cold. “What do you think, Jollo? If I have Malingo stay with you, will you promise not to . . . not to . . .”
“Not to die?” Jollo said.
“Yes. Not to die.”
“All right,” he said. “I’ll try. But bring Mama back soon. I want her here with me if . . . if I can’t stay any longer.”
“Don’t say that,” Candy said to him.
“It’s the truth,” he replied. “Mama says it’s bad to tell lies.”
“Well, yes,” Candy said. “It is.”
“So