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.You tell me.”“I…” This sounded so crazy.“I think you’re Mother Earth.”She smiled.“Would it were that simple, but it’s much more complicated.Too complicated to go into right now.”“But—”“Some other time.” She touched the katana.“This is of more immediate concern.”Something in her tone convinced Jack that arguing would be futile.“Okay.What about it? In five minutes it’s going to be in someone else’s hot little hands and probably by tomorrow it will be on its way back to Maui.”“Instead of giving it to this man, it might be better if you took a boat out past the continental ridge and dropped it into the Hudson Canyon.”He glanced at the katana, then back at her.“You’re telling me it’s evil?”“Good and evil are difficult to apply to weapons.They can be a means to either end.But this blade… I sense something significant, something of great import about it… that it will be a means to a momentous end.”“A good end or a bad end?”“I wish I could say.”“Didn’t we have this conversation about a certain unborn baby?”She nodded.“They are somehow linked.The baby is all potential with no history.But this…” She pointed to the katana.“It has been used for both good and ill throughout its existence.Its last act before the fire was fratricide—a terrible thing, yet done for good reason for a good end.Immediately after that came the fire.”Before the fire…“The bomb?”She nodded.“The nuclear fire changed it.It is now something less, in that it has lost some of the steel its fashioner gave it.But it is also something more.”“More how?”“I wish I knew.It might now be a weapon only for good, or only for evil.Or, like any blade, it might cut either way, depending on who wields it.But it will be used for something momentous.”“So you’d rather have it used for nothing at all.”She shrugged.“Just an instinct.No one can tell the future.”“Trouble is, it’s not my decision.Maybe you can talk to Slater, convince him to give it to you or drop it in the ocean off Maui.I’ll introduce you…” Her stare stopped him.“What?”“You’re going to return it to him.”“Yeah.We have a deal.”“Even after what I said about its momentous potential.”“Look, he paid me.I said I’d look for his katana and if I found it I’d return it to him.We shook hands on it.I gave my word.”She nodded.“Your code.Is that more important?”Jack sighed.He didn’t like to get all philosophical and look too deeply into these things.He tended to follow his gut.He’d learned to trust it.He shrugged.“My word is my word.”“And you’ve never broken it?”Yes, he had.He thought of his final facedown with Kusum.But Vicky’s life had been at stake there.Where Gia and Vicky were concerned, he also listened to his gut, and in that situation his gut had said, Fuck the code, waste him.And he had.But the odd thing was, despite the unquestionable necessity, it had bothered him for a long time after.Still bothered him.“It’s like being the little kid with his finger in the leak in the dike.If he pulls it out because it starts to feel a little uncomfortable, he may not be able to get it back in.And then more and more of the sea will flow through, widening the hole until the dike fails and drowns him.” He hated verbalizing this stuff.He shrugged.“Am I making any sense? Do you see what I’m saying?”“You’re saying you’re going to return the blade.”“Well, given a choice between my word and a big fat maybe, yeah, I’m returning the blade.”“I hope it’s the right decision.”“As far as I can see, it’s the only decision.”But he’d rather someone else be making it.23A smiling Naka Slater opened the door and stepped back, his eyes on the package in Jack’s hand.“At last.The prodigal sword returns to the fold.”Jack figured that mix of metaphors beat his own from the park yesterday, but didn’t congratulate him.Instead he added to the mix.“Wrapped in a coat of many colors.” Closing the door behind him, Jack handed it over.“All yours.”And good riddance.But the Lady’s words haunted him.… it will be used for something momentous…Was this chubby sixty-something plantation owner going to be the one to wield it? Hard to believe.“How did you ever track it down?”“Crack detective work.”“And you didn’t have to buy it back? Because I’ll reimburse—”“No need.Reasoned discourse carried the day.”He carried it to the bed where he began to unwind the drop cloth.“Would you believe this is the first time I’ve ever handled it? At least that I recall.”“You mean it was sitting in your house and you were never tempted to play samurai with it?”“Tempted like crazy
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