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  She walked so quietly that I never knew, until she spoke, that she was beside me. When I launched one of the boats to go fishing, she would suddenly appear, help me push off, and leap into the boat. Montgomery would stare at us from the shore, with one hand on his gun belt. I didn't want her with me, but what was I supposed to do, push her into the water? She would sit, silent, and stare at me with her golden brown eyes---a woman, and not a woman. No woman could have sat so still.

  It was Montgomery who named her Catherine. "Catherine, get it?" he said. "Cat-in-here. There's a cat in here!" He had been drinking. He watched her cross the enclosure, so lightly, so silently, that she seemed to walk on her toes. I did not like the way he looked at her. Perhaps he had initially been disgusted by the Beast Men, as I had been when I landed on the island, but he had long ago grown accustomed to them. They seemed to him human, and natural. I suspect that if you had set him down in the middle of London, he would have exclaimed at the deformity of the men and women who passed. She was Moreau's finest creation. Montgomery had always had his favorites among the Beast Men: M'Ling, Septimus, Adolphus. What did he think of her?

  It was he who taught her to shoot, to read the books in Moreau's collection. As she learned, he answered all of her questions, first about the island, then about the world from which we had been isolated, and finally about Moreau's research. If we had been rescued then, I think he would have taken her with him. I imagined her scarred face, her long brown limbs, in an English drawing room. But it seemed to me, sometimes, that she had a preference for my company. And sometimes at night I would imagine her as I had first seen her, rising from the sea like Aphrodite, fresh from her kill.

  Once, sitting in the boat, she said to me, "Prendick, how large is your country?"

  "Much larger than this island, but smaller than some countries."

  "Like India?"

  "Yes, like India. Damn Montgomery. What has he been telling you?"

  "That your English queen is the Empress of India. How could a country as small as yours conquer a country as large as India?"

  "We had guns."

  "Ah, yes, guns." She looked at her own complacently. "So, like on this island, it was a matter of guns and whips."

  "No!" I tossed a fish with bright orange scales into the basket. "It was a matter of civilization."

  "I see," she said. "You taught them to walk upright and wear clothes and worship the English queen. I would like to see this English queen of yours. She must have a long whip."

  What were the Beast Men doing all this time? With the control that Moreau had exercised over them gone, they reverted to their natural behaviors. The predators formed a pack, with Nero, the Hyena-Swine, at its head. They moved to the other side of the island. The others stayed in the village, with Gladstone, the Sayer of the Law, to organize what vestiges of government they retained and Adolphus, the Dog Man, to organize their defense. Septimus, the jabbering Ape Man who had been the first Beast Man I had met in my initial flight from Moreau, attempted to create a new religion for them, with various Big Thinks and Little Thinks, but the others would have none of it. Montgomery thought that we should give them guns, but I refused. His sympathy for them angered me. Let them all perish, I thought, and let the earth be cleansed of Moreau's work.

  So we went on for several months. It was, I later realized, a period of calm between the killing of Moreau and what came after.

  She walked through the garden, stopping once to touch a lily with her gloved hands. "Your native English flowers," she said, "have many admirers. But have you seen anything more beautiful than this? The original bulb was brought generations ago from the slopes of the Himalayas. It flourishes in your English soil."

  "Where did you learn botany?" I asked her.

  She did not answer, but walked ahead of me, over the fields, up the hill, so quickly that I had difficulty keeping up with her. At the top of the hill, we looked down on the valley, with its English village sleeping under the grey sky.

  "Would you like to hear what happened after you abandoned me on the island?"

  I nodded. I looked at her again, sidelong. What had she done, to become what she was? She had a way of moving her hands when she spoke that was charming, almost Italian, although no woman could have had her fluidity of movement. Her grace was inhuman.

  "I lived in the cave we had shared. I kept track of the time, as you had taught me. I had a gun, but no bullets, and anyway there were only a few of his creatures left on the island. You think that I cannot say his name, but I can---Moreau, the Beast Master. It was burned into my brain, remember? Doubtless it will be the last word I say before I die. But that will not be for a long while yet.

  "You wrote that the Beast Men reverted to their animal state. What a liar you are, my husband! You know that would have been an anatomical impossibility. But you do not want your English public to know that after Montgomery's death, after the supplies were gone, you feasted on men. Oh, they had the snouts of pigs, or they jabbered like apes, but they cried out as men before you shot them. Do you remember when you shot and ate Adolphus, your Dog Man, whom you had hunted with, and who had curled up at your feet during the night?

  I looked down at the valley. She was bringing them all back, the memories. My hands were shaking. I lifted them to my mouth, as though they could help with the wave of nausea that threatened to engulf me.

  "They were animals."

  "So too, if your friend Professor Huxley is right, are you an animal. As am I. You are startled. Why? Because I mentioned Huxley? I have done more things than you can imagine, since I left the island. I too have taken a class with Professor Huxley, whom you described so often. Your descriptions of his examinations served me well. He thought, of course, that the questions I asked him after his lectures were theoretical. He was delighted, he told me, to find such a scientific mind in a young lady. He did not know that I had been created by a biologist. I cut my teeth, as you might say, on the biological sciences. Or had my teeth cut on them."

  During our time together on the island, after the death of Montgomery, I taught her about the origin and history of life on earth. We looked at geological formations, examined and cataloged what we found in the tidal pools, or the birds that roosted on the island. There were no species native to the island higher than a sea-turtle that laid its eggs there, but we studied the anatomy of the Beast Men we shot, discussing their peculiarities. I explained to her what Moreau had joined together, how pig had been joined to dog, or wolf had been joined to bear. I even, eloquently as I thought then, showed her what Moreau must have intended, where the beast became the man.

  "You feasted on them too."

  "They were my natural prey. If I had still been the animal Montgomery bought in a market in Argentina, I would have hunted them without thought, without scruple. But I'm getting ahead of myself. For months, I was alone. I reverted, not in appearance but in behavior. I hunted at night, ripped open my prey, ate it raw. After I thought all of Moreau's creations were gone, I lived on what I could find in the tidal pools---fish when I could catch them, clams that I smashed open on the stones. I dug for turtle eggs. I was half starved when the Scorpion came. There was nothing left on the island but some rabbits and a Pig Man that had somehow managed to escape me, and rats that I could not catch in my weakened state. They would have devoured me eventually.

  "It was searching for the remains of the Ipecacuanha. The captain took particular care of me. He thought I was an Englishwoman who had been captured by pirates, and brutally treated. I have to thank you, Edward, for teaching me to speak so correctly! I did not realize, when I imitated your accent, that I was learning to sound like a lady. Montgomery's cruder accent would not have suited me so well. I told the captain that I had lost my memory. He took me to Tasmania, where the Governor treated me kindly, and a collection was taken up for me. Imagine all those Englishmen and women, donating money so that I could return home, to England! It was a great deal of money, enough for my voyage to England and a su
rgeon, a very good surgeon, to complete what Moreau had left undone.

  "After the surgery, I had no more money, and money is necessary in this civilized world of yours. But I found that men will pay money for the company of a beautiful woman. And I am beautiful, am I not, Edward? I should be grateful to the Beast Master. I was his masterpiece."

  She smiled, and I did not like it. Her canines were still longer than they should have been. Sometimes, when we lay together, she had bitten me. I wanted to believe she had done so by accident, but had she?

  "And so I began to study. In this England of yours, a woman cannot attend universities, but she can attend scientific lectures. She can read at the British Museum. And if she is beautiful, she can ask as many questions as she wishes, and important men are flattered by her interest. I would venture, Edward, that I am now more knowledgeable about biology than you are. I intend to put that knowledge to use. But I need your help. I have come here," her hand swept to indicate the hills around us, the birds that were flying above, the clouds floating against the grey sky, "with the most vulgar of motives. I require money. You see, I have a particular project in mind. The surgeon who repaired me, who erased the scars that Moreau had left, is a Russian émigré, a Jew driven out of his country by religious persecution. How fond your species is of persecutions! For two years I have worked with him, learning everything he could teach me. I am now, he has been generous enough to say, even more skilled than he is. Your women who are agitating for the right to vote believe that they should have professions other than marriage. I too wish to have a profession. I propose to follow in my father's footsteps and become a vivisector."

  I stared at her. Gazing over the hills, with the wind whipping her skirts back and tossing her veil, she looked like the figurehead on the prow of a ship. But where was she headed? Moreau's work had brought us once to disaster. Was she now truly planning to continue what he had begun?

  After his death, the more peaceable Beast Men had developed the habit of coming to the enclosure to trade what they grew in their gardens for our flour and salt. Twice a week they came, crowding into the enclosure, like an English market crossed with a menagerie, or a Renaissance painting of some level of Dante's Inferno.

  Montgomery should have noticed that Nero and the Wolf-Bear Tiberius had entered the enclosure. M'Ling should have been guarding the gate, but his attention was elsewhere. The Beast Men had begun adopting our vices, for which Montgomery was in no small measure to blame. He had taught them the use of tobacco, which he traded for food, and to pass the time he had whittled a pair of dice, with which they gambled for onions, turtle eggs, whatever the Beast Men had brought to trade. That morning, M'Ling was gambling with the Beast Men.

  "Why does she carry a whip?" I heard the shout and went to the window. I usually avoided these market days. I still found it disconcerting to be in the company of so many of Moreau's creations.

  Montgomery stood by the door of the storeroom, which held our barrels of tobacco, flour, biscuits, salted meat. Next to him stood Catherine, dressed as he was, with a gun in her holster and a whip tucked into her belt. All around stood the Beast Men with the goods that they had brought, and in the back, close to the gate, stood the Hyena-Swine.

  "She is one of us, one of the made. Why does she carry a gun? Why does she carry a whip? Let her join her own people."

  The Beast Men stood, staring, and I could see the inquisitive look in their eyes.

  "Why does she not come to us?" said Catullus, the Satyr. "We have few females. Why does she not come to live in our huts, and work in our gardens, like the other females?"

  "Yes," said the Ape Man. "Let her live with us, with us, with us! She can be my mate."

  Then others spoke and said that she could be their mate as well.

  I could see Montgomery looking puzzled. He had been up late drinking, the night before, and was still nursing a hangover. He could not understand this rebellion among the usually peaceable Beast Men. From where he stood, he could not see the Hyena-Swine.

  I could see Catherine's hand on her gun.

  The Beast Men began arguing among themselves, each claiming her. Moreau had never made enough Beast Women, and they were constantly trying to lure the ones they had away from each other. One pushed another. Soon there would be a fight.

  I stepped through the doorway, into the enclosure.

  "The Master, who has gone to live among the stars, and watches you from above, has intended her for another purpose. She will not be any of your mates. She will be without a mate, but will bear a child that will perpetuate your race. That is the purpose for which he has created her. She will be the mother of a new race of men. Bow to her, who is dedicated to such a high purpose!"

  They stared at me.

  "Bow!" I said, raising my gun. I could see the Hyena-Swine slinking through the gate.

  One by one, reluctantly, they inclined their heads.

  "Hail to the holy mother," said the Ape Man. He had always been sillier than the rest.

  "Well then," I said. "You may continue to trade. There will be no punishment today, despite your disobedience."

  That night, Montgomery lit the bonfire. He lit it every night. If there was a ship sailing within sight of the island, we did not want it to miss us. Sometimes the Beast Men came and danced by the light of the bonfire. "A regular corroboree," Montgomery called it.

  "Catherine," he called, after the fire was lit. I could see him standing in the enclosure, with the full moon behind him, larger than it ever is in England. "Come to the dance. There's a regular crowd of them tonight."

  "Not tonight," she answered. "Tonight I wish to speak with Edward."

  "Damn Edward. Come on, Catherine." I realized that he had already started drinking, or perhaps had never stopped.

  I did not hear her answer, but he shouted, "All right then, damn you!" And then I heard the gate crash shut.

  "He's gone," she said a moment later, standing in my doorway.

  "What did you want to speak to me about?"

  She came closer. She had a smell about her, not unpleasant but particularly, I thought, feline.

  "Do you think he had a purpose for me?"

  "Who?"

  "Moreau. You can see that I'm made---differently from the others. My hands---he must have taken particular care."

  He hands were on my shoulders. I could feel her claws through my shirt.

  "Am I not well made, Edward?"

  I looked down into her eyes, dark in the darkness. I don't know what possessed me. "You are---divinely made."

  Where my shirt was open, she licked my chest, then my neck. She was almost as tall as I was. I could not help remembering Moreau's neck, torn open.

  He had done his work well. Standing on an English hillside, watching her with her veil blown back by the wind, I shuddered at the memory of her brown thighs, with a down on them softer than the hair of any woman.

  She smiled at me, and despite my sweater and mackintosh, I felt cold.

  We were lying together in a tangle of sheets when we heard the shot.

  "Get your gun," she said.

  We ran out, me in my trousers, she in Montgomery's shirt. As we passed the storeroom, she disappeared suddenly, then reappeared with an ammunition belt over her shoulder.

  On the beach, around the bonfire, Beast Men were dancing. There was a throb in the air, and after a moment I realized that it was a drum. Someone---it looked like the Sayer of the Law--- was keeping time while the Beast Men turned and leaped and shook their hands in the air, and shouted each in his own way---some like the grunting of a pig, some like the barking of a dog, one caterwauling. I will never forget that sight, watching from the shadowed dunes while the Beast Men capered together and the Puma Woman stood, with her gun in her hand, the ammunition belt slung over her shoulder, at my side.

  "The fire is larger tonight," she said. "What are they burning?"

  I looked again, more carefully. "The boats!" They had not been large enough to carry us aw
ay from the island, but they had at least been tangible signs that escape was possible.

  Without thinking, I ran among them. "Damn you to hell! Damn you all to hell! What beast among you---"

  One of the Beast Men turned toward me. I started back with a cry. He was wearing a mask that made him look like a gorilla. But the eyes behind it were Montgomery's. The other Beast Men stopped, stumbling into one another in confusion.

  "What the hell---"

  "I'm the---the Gorilla Man. See?" He began to caper about, with the stooping gate, the hanging arms, of a gorilla.

  The other Beast Men laughed. I could see the firelight on their teeth.

  "Drunk! You're all drunk! It's disgusting---"

  "Come on, old stick-in-the-mud Prendick. Old hypocrite Prendick. Having your fun with the Cat. I deserve some fun too, don't you think?"

  "Come on, Montgomery," I said. I tried to grab him, but he swung at me, punching me in the mouth. He could have hit harder had he not lost his balance, but I tasted blood. And then I saw a gleaming pair of eyes, and then another, staring at me. The Wolf-Bear was there, as was the Hyena-Swine, and with the instinctive reaction of a predator, the Hyena-Swine leaped at me.

  I heard a crack. The Hyena-Swine fell at my feet. Then another crack, and another, and more Beast Men fell. They began screaming, running toward the darkness of the jungle. I thought I would be deafened by the cacophony or crushed as they ran. But the last of them vanished into the jungle, and suddenly there was silence. I was still standing, alone. At my feet lay the body of the Hyena-Swine. Beyond him lay M'Ling, a Wolf Woman, one of the Pig Men, and the Gorilla Man, Montgomery.