This is what Susannah's other demon told her.
Baby-doll, you need to think bout this a little, seem to me.Shecain't, she stone dumb, cain't read, cain't cipher more than just a little, ain't been to Morehouse, ain't been to nohouse, but youhave, Miss Oh-Detta Holmes been to Co - lum-bee-ya, lah-de-dah, de Gem ob de Ocean, ain't we jus' so fine.
You need to think bout how she pregnant, for one thing. She say she done f**ked Roland out of his jizz, then turn male, into the Demon of the Ring, and shot it into you, and den you carryin it, you tossin all those nasty things she made you eat down yo' throat, so whereshein all this now, dat what Detta like to know. How come shesettin there pregnant under dat greaser blanket she wearin? Is it more of dat...what you call it...visualization technique?
Susannah didn't know. She only knew that Mia was looking at her with suddenly narrowed eyes. She was doubtless picking up some of this monologue. How much? Not much at all, that was Susannah's bet; maybe a word here and there, but mostly it was just quack. And in any case, Mia certainlyacted like the baby's mother. Baby Mordred! It was like a Charles Addams cartoon.
Dat she do,Detta mused.She acklike a Mommy, she wrapped around it root and branch, you right bout dat much.
But maybe, Susannah thought, that was just her nature. Maybe once you got beyond the mothering instinct, therewas no Mia.
A cold hand reached out and seized Susannah's wrist. "Who is it? Is it that nasty-talking one? If it is, banish her. She scares me."
She still scared Susannah a little, in all truth, but not as much as when she'd first come to accept that Detta was real. They hadn't become friends and probably never would, but it was clear that Detta Walker could be a powerful ally. She was more than mean. Once you got past the idiotic Butterfly McQueen accent, she was shrewd.
Dis Mia make a mighty pow'ful ally her ownself, if you c'd get her on yo' side. Ain't hardly nothin in the world as pow'ful as a pissed-off Mommy.
"We're going back," Mia said. "I've answered your questions, the cold's bad for the baby, and the mean one's here. Palaver's done."
But Susannah shook off her grip and moved back a little, out of Mia's immediate reach. In the gap between the merlons the cold wind knifed through her light shirt, but it also seemed to clear her mind and refresh her thinking.
Part of her is me, because she has access to my memories. Eddie's ring, the people of River Crossing, Blaine the Mono. But she's got to bemorethan me as well, because...because...
Go on, girl, you ain't doin bad, but youslow.
Because she knows all thisotherstuff, as well. She knows about the demons, both the little ones and the elementals. She knows how the Beams came into being - sort of - and about this magical soup of creation, the Prim.As far as I ever knew, prim's a word you use for girls who are always yanking their skirts down over their knees. She didn't get that other meaning from me.
It occurred to her what this conversation was like: parents studying their new baby. Their new chap. He's got your nose, Yes but he's gotyour eyes, and But my goodness,where did he get that hair?
Detta said:And she also got friens back in New York, don't forget dat.Least she want to thinkthey her friens.
So she's someone or something else, as well. Someone from the invisible world of house demons and ill-sicks. But who? Is she really one of the elementals?
Detta laughed.She say so, but she lyin bout dat, sugar! I know she is!
Then what is she? Whatwasshe, before she was Mia?
All at once a phone, amplified to almost ear-splitting shrillness, began to ring. It was so out of place on this abandoned castle tower that at first Susannah didn't know what it was. The things out there in the Discordia - jackals, hyenas, whatever they were - had been subsiding, but with the advent of this sound they began to cackle and shriek again.
Mia, daughter of none, mother of Mordred, knew that ringing for what it was immediately, however. Shecame forward. Susannah at once felt this world waver and lose its reality. It seemed almost to freeze and become something like a painting. Not a very good one, either.
"No!" she shouted, and threw herself at Mia.
But Mia - pregnant or not, scratched up or not, swollen ankles or no swollen ankles - overpowered her easily. Roland had shown them several hand-to-hand tricks (the Detta part of her had crowed with delight at the nastiness of them), but they were useless against Mia; she parried each before Susannah had done more than get started.
Sure, yes, of course, she knows your tricks just like she knows about Aunt Talitha in River Crossing and Topsy the Sailor in Lud, because she has access to your memories, because she is, at least to some extent,you -