Be Grove Cursed New

In time, the town arranged itself around the fact of the grove. They married and divorced with small rituals of returning things. They decorated frames with the remnants of bargains and called it fashion. They learned to live with the tendency of certain deals to refashion a person. The town's language had been pruned and grafted until it was stronger, curious, and cautious. The chapel still folded its hands, but it also folded them differently, as if even faith could be contractual.

“You’ll find what you seek,” the innkeeper said, and let the warning go only because the traveler had not asked for one. be grove cursed new

News of Mara and the map moved faster than she did. It threaded through the market and the chapel and into the hush of kitchens. People gathered by the road to watch her enter the trees, to see if she would emerge as others had — gaunt, emptied, or never at all. In time, the town arranged itself around the

“To give this,” she said, “is to unmake the world for yourself. You trade a means to name for a single named thing. You will find him, perhaps, and he will be real as a word. But the cost is that you will have less power to tell afterward what has happened. Your bargain will take a syntax from you. The grove does not swallow only objects; it swallows the ways you make meaning. Is your desire a thing to possess, or a means to continue?” They learned to live with the tendency of

For Mara, the change was quieter. She found Avel in the way a person discovers an old trail: not the man himself but the tracks of him made useful. She walked to the river that had lodged in the photograph and found the curve of bank where he had sat, the rusted nail in a dock, the voice of a boatman who remembered an extra passenger once. She heard the name of him on more than one labored tongue in choir practice and, because she had taught people to keep names, those tongues did not allow the grove to hollow them out. The town could say Avel Kest without the word fraying.

Word reached them then of a larger world beyond the marshes and the lanes and the chapel. Travellers came from other valleys to see the grove as one goes to a museum or a storm. They came with coins and instruments and typographers of language and cataloguers who tried to contain the grove in a stanza. Some left with stories and no bargains, satisfied by the spectacle. Others could not resist. One scholar, whose notes were dense with Latin and punctuation, spent a winter trying to codify the grove's laws and came away with a single page of glosses and a face that seemed to have been smoothed by continual surprise. People came and went. The grove accepted new patterns like a beast trained to novel rhythms.

“You've newed it,” the woman said, tilting her head. “You make old things new and hollow them. Be grove cursed new.”