“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” her father said. “How can there be two of these peculiar giants?”
“Oh, Father, if only you’d go to see Grandfather Lamech!”
“I will have nothing to do with coddling the old man. Or his strange giants. We have enough troubles without sick giants being added to them.”
Yalich knelt beside Oholibamah and looked at the boy, who lay breathing shallowly, eyelids twitching slightly. Yalith reached out a tentative finger and touched the boy’s flushed cheek. “You’re not Sand? You’re his brother?”
The reddened eyelids opened slightly. “Dennys. Dennys.” Then the boy flung his arm over his face, as though to ward off a blow. His limbs began to shake convulsively.
“What’s happened?” Japheth demanded. “Somebody’s hurt him. And he doesn’t recognize me.”
“He’s afraid!” Elisheba’s voice was shocked.
Shem protested. “Surely Grandfather Lamech couldn’t have hit him!”
“Never,” Japheth defended swiftly.
“Not Grandfather!” Yalith spoke at the same time.
“El! His skin is rubbed raw!” Oholibamah exclaimed.
“Someone between Grandfather Lamech’s tent and here has hurt him.”
Matred bent close, asking softly, “Who could have done this? Even to a deformed giant?”
Japheth asked, “Dennys?”
“Dennys,” the boy moaned.
“Where have you been? Did someone call you and the unicorn back into being? Who was it?”
Oholibamah touched her husband’s hand. “Selah called a unicorn, and suddenly this wounded giant was here.”
“But he’s been somewhere else on the oasis.” Japheth took his wife’s hand and pressed it against his cheek. “And he has been abused. He’s barely conscious. This is terrible.”
Anah peered over Yalith’s shoulder. “Are you sure he’s human?”
Japheth frowned. “They said they are twins, but I think twins is human.”
The patriarch murmured, “What with the winged creatures around, sleeping with the daughters of men, it is hard to know anymore who is human and who is not.” He looked at Oholibamah, but not unkindly.
Oholibamah touched Dennys’s forehead again, and he opened his eyes and flinched. “Shh. I will not hurt you.” She looked at Yalith and Japheth. “The unicorn’s horn has taken away some of his fever, but he is still very hot. Was it this bad when you saw him, Japheth?”
Japheth shook his head. “He was sun-sick, worse than the Sand, but not like this.”
The patriarch asked, “You say there are two of these giants?”
“Two. Exactly alike. I left the one called Sand in Grandfather Lamech’s tent”—he looked rather defensively at his father—“to go look for this one. And then, to my surprise, when I’d given up for the night, he was here, right in our own home tent.”
Ham suggested, “We’ve never seen two look-alikes. We should send someone to Grandfather Lamech’s tent to make sure there’s another one.”
“You doubt me?” Japheth demanded.
“Just want to make sure,” Ham said.
Less hotly, Japheth said, “I found it difficult to believe at first, myself.”
Cutting across their conversation, Oholibamah said, “We should bathe him with water, to try to keep him cool and moist.”
“Water!” Matred exclaimed. “Even the mammoths are having difficulty scenting for water. But there is plenty of wine.”
“Not my wine!” the patriarch roared. “Woman! You have no idea how hard I work in the vineyard.”
“I do,” Japheth commented mildly. “I work with you.”
Oholibamah frowned slightly. “I don’t think wine will do.”
Japheth said, “Higgaion sprayed water from Grandfather Lamech’s water pot on the Sand, and I think it helped.” He looked toward Selah, who again was at Matred’s feet.
Anah glanced out of the corner of her green eyes at pasty Ham, then at Dennys’s recumbent form. “If his skin didn’t look like raw meat, he’d be quite gorgeous.”
Elisheba, Shem’s wife, stocky and sensible-looking, with thickly curling black hair and dark, placid eyes, snorted. “Keep away from him, Anah. You saw that the unicorn went right to him. For all his giant’s size, he’s barely more than a baby. And he’s trembling. He’s frightened.”
Matred said fiercely, “Whatever, he shall not be ill-treated again.”
Yalith looked gratefully at her mother.
Her father snorted. “Women. I’m always being bullied by women and their good works. Matred feeds any lazy beggar who comes to the tent, and Elisheba helps her keep the soup pot full.”
“People do not choose to be poor and hungry,” Matred said calmly. “We have enough, and to spare. Husband, I will not have this young giant abused.”
“Do what you want with him,” the patriarch said. “It makes no difference to me, as long as I’m not bothered about it.”
Oholibamah looked at her husband. “We shouldn’t leave him here. It’s too hot and crowded. He was near death when the unicorn’s light touched him, and I think he’s still very ill.”
“Listen to Oholi,” Ham said. “She knows what she’s talking about.”
For Yalith, no matter what Japheth had said, Dennys was the same young man she had seen in her grandfather’s tent. She had been afraid of him when she had first seen him, and now, this time, it was the young giant who seemed terrified. “Where can we take him?”
“He’s just a child,” Oholibamah suggested. “What about the women’s tent?”
In Yalith’s eyes, Sandy/Dennys was not a child. Elisheba asked, “How near to the time of the moon is it for any of us?”
Matred, who was the one to keep track of such things, drew her brows together in thought, and touched her fingers, counting. “Not for a while. Soon he will be well enough to sleep here in the big tent. Or he will be dead.”
Yalith shuddered. “Don’t say that. He is our guest. We don’t let our guests die.”
“My dear,” Matred said. “He is badly burned. His skin is raw, as though someone has been scraping him, like a carrot.”
“Perhaps we should call on one of the seraphim?”
Japheth suggested.
His mother nodded. Looked at Yalith. “Your friend Aariel would come, would he not?”
“I think so, yes.” If she had to call Aariel, Yalith would make very certain that it was Aariel, not Eblis, though she was not sure why she felt that making sick calls was not part of the business of the nephilim.
“Elisheba,” Matred continued, “if you will look into the chest by my sleeping skins, you will find some soft linen for him to lie on. The animal skins are too rough.”
Anah simpered, “Mother always knows best, eh, Ham?” and moved away.
“I will crush some figs and make juice for him to drink.”
Matred always felt better when there was something to do.
Oholibaniah pressed her palm against Dennys’s forehead again. “He is so hot.” She frowned, as he flinched and moaned, eyes tightly closed.
The patriarch said, “If he’s going to die on us, get him out of the tent, quickly.”
Yalith protested, “Father!”
Japheth reached comfortingly for her hand.
The patriarch said, “You will have to learn, daughter, that you cannot nurse every broken-winged bird or wounded salamander back to health.”
“I can try!”
“Perhaps you make them suffer more that way,” her father suggested, “than if you let them die?”
“Oh, Father—“
“Now.” Matred bustled back. “Enough talk. Japheth will help us carry our strange little giant to the women’s tent. Quick, now!”
4 Grandfather Lamech and Grandfather Enoch
When Dennys opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by little brown people, he was terrified. How had he got back into that terrible tent? Surely the unicorn wouldn’t have returned him to the people who had tossed him out into the dung heap. Where was the unicorn?
Brilliant light flared against his closed eyelids, then darkness. He began to shiver, uncontrollably, and he felt a hand against his forehead. Cool. Gentle. It might almost have been his mother’s hand. When he had had flu, only his mother’s touch could cool him. “Mother,” he moaned. Then, like a small child, “Mommy . . .”
A small woman leaned over him, looked at him with twinkly eyes surrounded by a crisscrossing of wrinkles. She did not look as though she would throw him into a garbage pit.
She moved away, and then two pairs of younger eyes were looking at him. One pair was a deep amber, with golden flecks, and belonged to a girl with hair as amber as the eyes. Beautiful eyes. Pure. The other girl’s eyes were black, but a black which held light, and wisdom. Wherever he was, it could not be the tent from which he had been thrown by the men while the girl with flaming-red hair looked on.
Men. He looked around fearfully. There were men there. Spears were stacked against the side of the tent. One of the men held a wineskin. They did not seem to be threatening.
Then one of the small men came over to him, and smiled down at him, and he felt a great wave of relief. It was Japheth.
“Jay—“ he whispered through parched lips.
“Den!” Japheth exclaimed gladly. “Oholi, he’s coming back to consciousness!”