They fell higgledy-piggledy, every which way. Spider scooped them up again. "Remember," he said, "You can't lie when you're dead. "This time when he cast the bones they pointed unequivocally in one direction.
"That's what I like," said Spider. "Someone who honours his bets."
He put the bird's feathers on, and walked to the top of a hill. Ahead of him was a tear in the sky, a small rip in the coppery fabric of everything, and darkness spilled through it, and behind the darkness stars were twinkling. Spider no longer cared that it was uncool to run. Now he ran.
As he reached the bottom of the hill, birds descended around him.
"Stop!" they called.
He stopped. "I'm a bird," he told them. "Just like you." Even in the Bird Woman's universe, he was certain that he had enough conviction to make the things he said true for those that heard them.
"What manner of bird are you?" asked a heron, puzzled. "An emu? An ostrich? A moa?"
"Yeah. Sure. Something like that," said Spider. "Hey, have any of you seen Spider anywhere? I heard that he had escaped, and I was told to guard the way out of here."
"We're looking for him too," said an eagle. "Haven't seen him, though. Actually, we thought you might be him, when we saw you coming towards us."
"No, you didn't," said Spider. "You thought I was just another bird."
"Oh. Right. That was what we thought," agreed the heron.
"So. You lot all wait here, and guard the way out," said Spider. "And I'll just put my head through there and make sure that he hasn't got here ahead of us."
Spider walked forward. He walked through the rip in the sky.
Ahead of him he could see an island. He could see a small mountain in the centre of the island. He could see a pure blue sky, and swaying palm trees, a white gull high in the sky. But even as he saw it the world seemed to be receding. It was as if he was looking at it through the wrong end of a telescope. It shrank and slipped from him, and the more he ran towards it the further away it seemed to get.
The island was a reflection in a puddle of water, and then it was nothing at all.
He was in a cave.The edges of things were crisp - crisper and sharper than anywhere that Spider had ever been before. This was a different kind of place.The feather she had worn fell to the rocky floor. He turned to the daylight.
She was standing in the mouth of the cave, between him and the open air. She had stared into his face in a Greek Restaurant in South London, and birds had come from her mouth.
"You know," said Spider, "I was just in your world. And I have to say, you've got the strangest ideas about hospitality. You come to my world, I'd make you dinner, open a bottle of wine, put on some soft music, give you an evening you would never forget."
Her face was impassive; carved from black rock it was. The wind tugged at the edges of her old brown coat. She spoke then, her voice high and distant as the wrenching call of a distant gull.
"I took you," she said. "Now, you will call him."
"Call him? Call who?"
"You will bleat," she said.” You will whimper. Your fear will excite him."
"Spider does not bleat," he said. He was not certain it was true.
Eyes as black and as shiny as chips of obsidian stared back into his. They were eyes like black holes, letting nothing out, not even information.
"If you kill me," said Spider, "my curse will be upon you." He wondered if he actually had a curse. He probably did.
"It will not be I that kills you," she said. She raised her hand, and it was not a hand but a raptor's talon. She raked her talon down his face, down his chest, her cruel claws sinking into his flesh, ripping his skin.
It did not hurt, although Spider knew that it would hurt soon enough.
Beads of blood crimsoned his chest and dripped down his face. His eyes stung. His blood touched his lips. He could taste it and smell the iron scent of it.
"Now," she said in the cries of distant birds. "Now your death begins."
Spider said, "We're both reasonable entities. Let me present you with a perhaps rather more feasible alternative scenario that might conceivably have benefits for both of us." He said it with an easy smile. He said it convincingly.
"You talk too much," she said. Then she reached into his mouth with her sharp talons, and with one wrenching movement she tore out his tongue.
"There," she said. And then she said, "Sleep."
The End