The Sacrifice Game

Two evaders had been taken out in the shuffle-that is, intersected with and caught by a catcher- but they didn’t kill them since it wasn’t necessary yet, they still weren’t really counting ahead. The pair just slunk off don’t-notice-me-ishly through the forest of erect catchers, as neatly arranged in their staggered ranks as North Korean parade soldiers.

“Now wait,” Koh said, her herald repeating. “Now

He goes on seething, now she’s resting, breathing.”

She meant they were supposed to hang out where they were for a beat. The catchers looked impatient, gesturing at the remaining evaders like they were trying to grab them from a distance. I would have thought it was insubordinate, but it really meant they were already trancing into their roles. Koh’s attendant set her Game board on the table, and positioned a close-weave basket and little brazier on the mat just upstage of it. Koh undid the knots and uncovered the board. From where we were sitting the cleared Game-zone in the zocalo below us and the board in front of us both seemed about the same size, like if you had two eyes you could look at one out of each eye and focus them together to get a stereo view. The attendants descended onto the apron beneath us and spread out to the edges, so that no one would be so high as Koh and I. Unless you counted the old trog-in-the-box.

Alligator Root must have signaled the drummers at the first sight of the flame, because in unison they launched into double time.

“First ru

I moved it. My role in this thing was actually pretty mechanical. I was just supposed to translate the positions of the human pieces onto Koh’s board and wait for her move. “You can’t keep track of all the strains,” Koh had said at some point, I forget when. “You need someone to hold them down.”

Alligator Root called the move out to the zocalo. The ru

The blue of Koh’s face was seeping into the regular flesh tone, and vice versa. I sniffled so I wouldn’t have to wipe my ru

“Two entering, twelve striking, northward eight,” she said.

Her herald repeated it and the catchers and quarries shuffled again, separating and weaving together like threads on an invisible Jacquard loom, multiple warps coming up through the weft, heddles and treadles and shuttles and lams. There was a moment of near-stasis as the lead ru

Invisibles carried the body off the court.

The idea here, briefly, and to put it in a way Koh wouldn’t have, was that the closer you are to death, the more of your own event cone you’re able to see. Not many of the human pieces would survive the Game. But their counts would be preternaturally insightful. It was cruel but effective.

It was already dark. No twilight in the courts of the sun. Who said that? Damn. Forgetting things. The Usher Gods had lit torches inside tall vertical cylinders of oiled rushwork, almost like giant paper lanterns, and the rows of them glowed in lavender and deep sea-snail purples. Two skeletons flopped up the stairs of the mul, only a hundred and ten steps below us. They weren’t really supposed to be on the mul, but this was kind of like an anything-goes Mardi Gras where all the roles are reversed, one of those masters-wait-on-the-servants kind of things, and I guessed it was okay as long as they couldn’t get up here or see the board or whatever. I looked at Koh but she was way too out there to get distracted. I could probably have leaned over and kissed her and gotten zero reaction. Koh’s Porcupine Clown flop-danced up after the skeletons, staggering and reeling on the edges of the steps like Harold Lloyd in Safety Last. He shouted at them to get back down off of there, and then, when they didn’t, to jump. Even I had to laugh, he was really kind of a pantomime genius, like Grock or David Shiner. I’d never seen anyone move like that. For a beat he seemed to be walking along my arm and I realized I’d lost my scale and couldn’t tell which was bigger, the insect board in front of me or the human one on our left, or the celestial one overhead. I tried to focus on the blue-green center of the board. At least it was easier than if I’d still had two eyes. Turquoise really is an excellent color, I thought. There just wasn’t enough of it around. I have got to get more turquoise stuff. Koh intoned another little number jingle, programming the interactions faster now. Without any warning the main ru

Koh regathered her seeds and counted them out again, shifting back and subtracting, and gave the herald another directive, and the human net dissolved and reformed, the invisible spider spi