Soul Music

is certainly not the school uniform!”
    Susan looked down. It was always hard to get every little detail right. She was still wearing the black dress with the lace.
    “Yes,” she said, “that’s right.” She gave Miss Butts a bright friendly smile.
    “Well, there are school rules, you know,” said Miss Butts, but her tone was hesitant.
    Susan patted her on the arm. “I think they’re probably more like guidelines, don’t you? Eulalie?”
    Miss Butts’s mouth opened and shut. And Susan realized that the woman was actually quite short. She had a tall bearing and a tall voice and a tall manner, and was tall in every respect except height. Amazingly, she’d apparently been able to keep this a secret from people.
    “But I’d better be off to bed,” said Susan, her mind dancing on adrenaline. “And you, too. It’s far too late to be wandering around drafty corridors at your age, don’t you think? Last day tomorrow, too. You don’t want to look tired when the parents arrive.”
    “Er…yes. Yes. Thank you, Susan.”
    Susan gave the forlorn teacher another warm smile and headed for the dormitory, where she undressed in the dark and got between the sheets.
    The room was silent except for the sound of nine girls breathing quietly and the rhythmic muffled avalanche that was Princess Jade asleep.
    And, after a while, the sound of someone sobbing and trying not to be heard. It went on for a long time. There was a lot of catching up to do.
    Far above the world, Death nodded. You could choose immortality, or you could choose humanity.
    You had to do it for yourself.

    It was the last day of the term, and, therefore, chaotic. Some girls were leaving early, there was a stream of parents of various races, and there was no question of there being any teaching. It was generally accepted all round that the rules were relaxed.
    Susan, Gloria, and Princess Jade wandered down to the floral clock. It was a quarter to daisy.
    Susan felt empty, but also stretched like a string. She was surprised sparks weren’t coming from her fingertips.
    Gloria had bought a bag of fried fish from the shop in Three Roses. The smell of hot vinegar and solid cholesterol arose from the paper, without the taint of fried rot that normally gave the shop’s produce its familiar edge.
    “My father says I’ve got to go home and marry some troll,” said Jade. “Hey, if there’s any good fish bones in there, I’ll have them.”
    “Have you met him?” said Susan.
    “No. But my father says he’s got a great big mountain.”
    “I wouldn’t put up with that, if I was you,” said Gloria, through a mouthful of fish. “This is the Century of the Fruitbat, after all. I’d put my foot down right now and say no. Eh, Susan?”
    “What?” said Susan, who’d been thinking of something else; then, when everything had been repeated, she said, “No. I’d see what he was like first. Perhaps he’s quite nice. And then the mountain is a bonus.”
    “Yes. That’s logical. Didn’t your dad send you a picture?” said Gloria.
    “Oh, yes,” said Jade.
    “Well…?”
    “Um…it had some nice crevasses,” said Jade thoughtfully. “And a glacier that my father says is permanent even at midsummer.”
    Gloria nodded approvingly.
    “He sounds a nice boy.”
    “But I’ve always liked Crag from the next valley. Father hates him. But he’s working very hard and saving up and he’s nearly got enough for his own bridge.”
    Gloria sighed. “Sometimes it’s hard to be a woman,” she said. She nudged Susan. “Want some fish?”
    “I’m not hungry, thanks.”
    “It’s really good. Not stale old stuff like it used to be.”
    “No, thanks.”
    Gloria gave her another nudge.
    “Want to go and get your own, then?” she said, leering behind her beard.
    “Why should I do that?”
    “Oh, quite a few girls have gone down there today,” said the dwarf. She leaned closer. “It’s the new boy working down there,” she said. “I’d swear he’s elvish.”
    Something inside Susan was plucked and went twang .
    She stood up.
    “So that’s what he meant! Things that haven’t happened yet .”
    “What? Who?” said Gloria.
    “The shop in Three Roses Alley?”
    “That’s right.”

    The door to the wizard’s house was open. The wizard had put a rocking chair in the doorway and was asleep in the sun.
    A raven was perched on his hat. Susan stopped and glared at it.
    “And have you got any comment to make?”
    “Croak croak,” said the