In his turn, Matthew seemed intrigued by Pablo, who sported a distinguished silvered goatee and sideburns. He was reminded of an extremely valuable painting that he had seen once in a museum on old Terra.
Though Matthew sipped suspiciously at the beverage served him, Johnny enjoyed the resinous flavor that was minor fire in his mouth and left a notunpleasant after taste.
The biscuits were lighter than Johnny had expected, and sort of cheesy in flavor, which made sense, since there were goats in a pen in the back of the house.
He saw Luzon’s gaze roving around the room, taking in a number of uncommon objects, like the flute and the beribboned guitar hung over a fine white fur: both well above the reach of small hands. Another object, that Johnny at first assumed to be a goat skin drinking bag with various lengths of pipe stuck from it, was actually a musical instrument, too, as Pablo explained when he caught Johnny’s curious gaze: the Basque bagpipes.
However, none of them said much, since the noise of Goat-dung’s attendants made any conversation difficult, even if Senior Pablo had been so inclined. Braddock looked better after his first sip of the liquor and was casting a judicious eye on the furs that covered the walls and floor. Lonciana kept exclaiming over this and that, arguing over items of clothing and demanding others until Matthew began to wonder just how long it took to clean one scrawny child and dab ointment on a few scratches. He was totally unprepared for Lonciana’s dramatic re-entrance with the clean and not only neatly but flatteringly clothed child.
Johnny Greene sat bolt upright in his chair as if he were seeing a ghost.
“This nina,” declared Lonciana, fists planted on her broad hips, “has been constantly beaten with rods. Her ribs have been cracked on several occasions and I distinctly feel the thickening of several bones in both arms and legs where she has had fractures. She has obviously been starved all her lifeif she has had the misfortune to live in that Vale of Tears”Loncie spat to one side“that is not unlikely.”
Washed and attractively clothed, the child looked even more wan and under nourished.
“Now we eat,” Lonciana stated. At a clap of her hands, more children appeared from the unseen regions of this incredible house, each bearing elements of the meal and the utensils with which to eat it. Seating La Pobrecita beside her, Lonciana herself fed the child, who did not seem to know what to do with either spoon or fork.
Loncie’s maternal presence was too overwhelming not to be threatening to Luzon, who began coaxing the girl into describing her home and her companions.
“Don Matthew, perhaps it is not wise to remind the nina of such matters,” Pablo ventured deferentially, but Luzon swept aside his objections.
“Nonsense, my dear man. Do you know nothing of psychotherapy? Why, the very best thing for the child is to discuss her traumas and her feelings about them, to speak out fully of everything which disturbed her. Only then can she be purged of her fears. Confrontation is the very best medicine in cases like this.”
Lonciana and the daughters who had tended the child were stunned as she fairly blossomed under his interrogation. Black eyes snapped with concern as Luzon deftly elicited information from the girl. On his side of the table, among the Ondelacy boys, Johnny lost his appetite watching Luzon, who, despite all of his protests of horror and sympathy, obviously was being fed exactly the kind of dirt he had hoped to dredge up. The man’s ill-concealed relish of the child’s story turned Loncie’s savory meal into bile in his mouth.
Well, he’d done what he could and found the child safe harbor. Luzon could question all he wanted, but he wouldn’t be able to force the child away from Loncie and her family any more easily than he would be able to force her away from Johnny. Johnny was tempted to pick the kid up and take her back north with him anyway, but he figured he would do better to high tail himself back north and make his report to Dr. Fiske, collect Sean and Yana, and fully cover his own ass. But he did want them to see this kid. There was something about hersomething he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Anyway, if he was to do any real good, he would need reinforcements.