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| "I was twelve years old. I was at a party at the house of one of my friends, a birthday party, and there was a disco--that's where they play music on a kind of recording machine and people dance," she explained seeing Lyra's puzzlement. "Usually girls dance together because the boys are too shy to ask them. But this boy--I didn't know him--he asked me to dance, and so we had the first dance and then the next, and by that time we were talking...And you know what it is when you like someone, you know it at once; well, I liked him such a lot. And we kept on talking and then there was a birthday cake. And he took a bit of marzipan and he just gently put it in my mouth--I remember trying to smile, and blushing, and feeling so foolish--and I fell in love with him just for that, for the gentle way he touched my lips with the marzipan." As Mary said that, Lyra felt smething strange happen to her body. She felt as if she had been handed the key to a great house she hadn't known was there, a house that was somehow inside her, and as she turned the key, she felt other doors opening deep in the darkness, and lights coming on. She sat trembling as Mary went on: "And I think it was at that party, or it might have been at another one, that we kissed each other for the first time. It was in a garden, and there was the sound of music from inside, and the quiet and the cool among the trees, and I was aching--all my body was aching for him, and I could tell he felt the same--and we were both almost too shy to move. Almost. But one of us did and then withoug any interval between--it was like a quantum lep, suddenly--we were kissing each other, and oh, it was more than China, it was paradise. "We saw each other about half a dozen times, no more. And then his parents moved away and I never saw him again. It was such a seet time, so short...But there it was. I'd known it. I had been to China." It was the strangest thing: Lyra knew exactly what she meant, and half an hour earlier she would have had no idea at all. And inside her, that rich house with all its doors open and all its rooms lit stood waiting, quiet, expectant. "And at half past nine in the evening at that restaurant table in Portugal," Mary continued, "someone gave me a piece of marzipna and it al came back. And i thought: am I really going to spend the rest of mylife without ever feeling that again? I thought: I want to go to China. It's full of treasures and strangeness and mystery and joy. I thought, Will anyone be better off if I go straight back to the hotel and say my prayers and confess to the priest and promise never to fall into temptation agian? Will anyone be the better for making me miserable? "And the answer came back--no. No one will. There's no one to fret, no one to condemn, no one to bless me for being a good girl, no one to punish me for being wicked. Heaven was empty. I didn't know whether God had died, or whether there never had been a God at all. Either way I felt free and lonely and I didn't whether I was happy or unhappy, but something very strange had happened. And all that huge change came about as I had the marzipan in my mouth, before I'd even swallowed it. A taste--a memory--a landslide... "When I did swallow it and looked at the man across the table, I could tell he knew something had happened. I couldn't tell him there and then; it was still too strange and private almost for me. But later on we went for a walk along the beach in the dark, and the warm night breeze kept stirring my hair about, and the Atlantic was being very well-behaved--little quiet waves around our feet... "And i took the crucifix from around my neck and I threw it in the sea. That was it. All over. Gone. |
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