Then, she heard Aaron.
She couldn’t see him, but his voice was as clear as a bell; and like a bell, it summoned. Like a bell, it rang out: this is a time of festival: celebrate with us.
Eugene heard it too; he smiled. They were near after all.
“Hey!” the boy’s voice said. “Where is he? You see him, Davidson?” Davidson shook his head. Then —”Wait! Wait! I see a light — look, straight ahead awhile.”
“I see it.”
With exaggerated caution, Eugene motioned Davidson back into the driver’s seat.
“Drive, boy. But slowly. And no lights.”
Davidson nodded. More jelly-fish for the spiking, he thought; they were going to get the bastards after all, and wasn’t that worth a little risk? The convoy started up again, creeping forward at a snail’s pace.
Lucy began to run once more: she could see the tiny figure of Aaron now, standing on the lip of a slope that led under the sand. The cars were moving towards it.
Seeing them approaching, Aaron stopped his calls and began to walk away, back down the slope. There was no need to wait any longer, they were following for certain. His naked feet made scarcely a mark in the soft-sanded incline that led away from the idiocies of the world. In the shadows of the earth at the end of that slope, fluttering and smiling at him, he could see his family.
“He’s going in,” said Davidson.
“Then follow the little bastard,” said Eugene. “Maybe the kid doesn’t know what he’s doing. And get some light on him.”
The headlights illuminated Aaron. His clothes were in tatters, and his body was slumped with exhaustion as he walked.
A few yards off to the right of the slope Lucy watched as the lead car drove over the lip of the earth and followed the boy down, into—”No,” she said to herself, “don’t.”
Davidson was suddenly scared. He began to slow the car.
“Get on with it, boy.” Eugene jabbed the rifle into his crotch again. “We”ve got them cornered. We’ve got a whole nest of them here. The boy’s leading us right to them.”
The cars were all on the slope now, following the leader, their wheels slipping in the sand.
Aaron turned. Behind him, illuminated only by the phosphorescence of their own matter, the demons stood; a mass of impossible geometries. All the attributes of Lucifer were spread among the bodies of the fathers. The extraordinary anatomies, the dreaming spires of heads, the scales, the skirts, the claws, the clippers.
Eugene brought the convoy to a halt, got out of the car and began to walk towards Aaron.
“Thank you boy,” he said. “Come here — we’ll look after you now. We’ve got them. You’re safe.”
Aaron stared at his father, uncomprehending.
The army was disgorging from the cars behind Eugene, readying their weapons. A bazooka was being hurriedly assembled; a cocking of rifles, a weighing-up of grenades.
“Come to Papa, boy,” Eugene coaxed.
Aaron didn’t move, so Eugene followed him a few yards deeper into the ground. Davidson was out of the car now, shaking from head to foot.
“Maybe you should put down the rifle. Maybe he’s scared,” he suggested.
Eugene grunted, and let the muzzle of the rifle drop a few inches.
“You’re safe,” said Davidson. “It’s all right.”
“Walk towards us, boy. Slowly.”
Aaron’s face began to flush. Even in the deceptive light of the headlamps it was clearly changing colour. His cheeks were blowing up like balloons, and the skin on his forehead was wriggling as though his flesh was full of maggots. His head seemed to liquefy, to become a soup of shapes, shifting and blossoming like a cloud, the façade of boyhood broken as the father inside the son showed its vast and unimaginable face.
Even as Aaron became his father’s son, the slope began to soften. Davidson felt it first: a slight shift in the texture of the sand, as though an order had passed through it, subtle but all-pervasive.
Eugene could only gape as Aaron’s transformation continued, his entire body now overtaken by the tremors of change. His belly had become distended and a harvest of cones budded from it, which even now flowered into dozens of coiled legs; the change was marvellous in its complexity, as out of the cradle of the boy’s substance came new glories.