Free Bloodchild by Octavia E. Butler Page B

at the same rate and had no better friends than each other.
     
    T'Gatoi had even introduced my mother to the man who became my father. My parents, pleased with each other in spite of their very different ages, married as T'Gatoi was going into her family's business-politics. She and my mother saw each other less. But sometime before my older sister was born, my mother promised T'Gatoi one of her children. She would have to give one of us to someone, and she preferred T'Gatoi to some stranger.
     
    Years passed. T'Gatoi traveled and increased her influence. The Preserve was hers by the time she came back to my mother to collect what she probably saw as her just reward for her hard work. My older sister took an instant liking to her and wanted to be chosen, but my mother was just coming to term with me and T'Gatoi liked the idea of choosing an infant and watching and taking part in all the phases of development. I'm told I was first caged within T'Gatoi's many limbs only three minutes after my birth. A few days later, I was given my first taste of egg. I tell Terrans that when they ask whether I was ever afraid of her. And I tell it to Tlic when T'Gatoi suggests a young Terran child for them and they, anxious and ignorant, demand an adolescent. Even my brother who had somehow grown up to fear and distrust the Tlic could probably have gone smoothly into one of their families if he had been adopted early enough. Sometimes, I think for his sake he should have been. I looked at him, stretched out on the floor across the room, his eyes open, but glazed as he dreamed his egg dream. No matter what he felt toward the Tlic, he always demanded his share of egg.
     
    "Lien, can you stand up?" T'Gatoi asked suddenly.
     
    "Stand?" my mother said. "I thought I was going to sleep."
     
    "Later. Something sounds wrong outside." The cage was abruptly gone.
     
    "What?"
     
    "Up, Lien!"
     
    My mother recognized her tone and got up just in time to avoid being dumped on the floor. T'Gatoi whipped her three meters of body off her couch, toward the door, and out at full speed. She had bones-ribs, a long spine, a skull, four sets of limbbones per segment. But when she moved that way, twisting, hurling herself into controlled falls, landing running, she seemed not only boneless, but aquatic-something swimming through the air as though it were water. I loved watching her move.
     
    I left my sister and started to follow her out the door, though I wasn't very steady on my own feet. It would have been better to sit and dream, better yet to find a girl and share a waking dream with her. Back when the Tlic saw us as not much more than convenient big warm-blooded animals, they would pen several of us together, male and female, and feed us only eggs. That way they could be sure of getting another generation of us no matter how we tried to hold out. We were lucky that didn't go on long. A few generations of it and we would have been little more than convenient big animals.
     
    "Hold the door open, Gan," T'Gatoi said. "And tell the family to stay back."
     
    "What is it?" I asked.
     
    "N'Tlic."
     
    I shrank back against the door. "Here? Alone?"
     
    "He was trying to reach a call box, I suppose." She carried the man past me, unconscious, folded like a coat over some of her limbs. He looked young-my brother's age perhaps-and he was thinner than he should have been. What T'Gatoi would have called dangerously thin.
     
    "Gan, go to the call box," she said. She put the man on the floor and began stripping off his clothing.
     
    I did not move.
     
    After a moment, she looked up at me, her sudden stillness a sign of deep impatience.
     
    "Send Qui," I told her. "I'll stay here. Maybe I can help."
     
    She let her limbs begin to move again, lifting the man and pulling his shirt over his head. "You don't want to see this," she said. "It will be hard. I can't help this man the way his Tlic could."
     
    "I know. But send Qui. He won't want to be of any help here.