- •I brushed a trembling hand through my hair. What was going on? What happened? I was looking at the vases and…
- •I tore my eyes from the box and back to the—
- •I raised my eyebrow like Spock and waited.
- •I looked quickly at Suzanna. She was no damn help; her eyes were squeezed shut and her lips were moving in what looked like some kind of silent prayer. Jeesh.
- •I should have been nominated for some kind of Greco-Celtic Academy Award for Best Voluptuous Ascent to a Throne. God, it felt good to sit down.
- •I could see my door guards (yes, they did appear proportional) snap crisp sword salutes as the horses reached the doorway and entered the ro—
- •I could feel my jaw setting, but before I could respond, Alanna stepped in. Gracefully, she took my hand and helped me to my feet.
- •I had to clear my abused throat before I could squeak out an “I forgive you.”
- •In a formal, stilted voice he said, “Please excuse the interruption, my Lieutenant had matters of great import to discuss with me.”
- •I shut my eyes. Of course Dad wouldn’t want me to get hurt. If only it were that simple.
- •I opened my eyes. Seeing clearly—finally.
- •I looked at those high stirrups. And the tall mare. And considered my thirty-five-year-old body.
- •I mean riding a horse (one that’s actually alive) for several hours. Alternating between trot, canter, walk, back to trot. On a thirty-five-year-old butt. Without breakfast.
- •I reached down and patted her neck fondly. There are some things about this world that were just plain cool.
- •I sighed melodramatically and gave a big pretend sob while I wiped pretend tears from my eyes.
- •I just wanted to pee and then go back to sleep.
- •I closed my eyes and tried to relax, think, forget about my stomach and keep warm.
- •I straightened and took a step closer to Epi, hating the guilt he made me feel.
- •I swallowed a piece of cheese and took a quick drink of wine. “I had to see about my dad.”
- •I looked down at my half-eaten sandwich. “Are you still willing to take me there, knowing the creatures might be there?”
- •I felt a little like a mother whose four-year-old had just toddled happily off to preschool without her.
- •It was midmorning when I spied some lovely brush cover (and some soft-leafed plants) next to another stream that bisected our roadway.
- •I felt suddenly all Marilyn Monroe–like as my eyes went to half-mast and a moan escaped my lips.
- •I managed to moan some semblance of thanks.
- •I had to agree with him on that.
- •I had only taken a couple steps when I heard Dougal’s hooves thud behind me. I spoke over my shoulder to him.
- •In another world, he’s still alive.
- •I heard a snort of laughter from behind me.
- •I sniffed the air.
- •I swear, a rush of electricity shot from his teeth straight to my crotch.
- •I know it was unusual, but I didn’t know what to say.
- •I smiled at Dougal and saw him practically squirm with pleasure. If he had had a puppy’s tail, I’m sure it would’ve wagged vigorously—and he probably would’ve wet himself. He really was cute.
- •I translated that as centaur for “You’re full of crap.” But I acted as if I didn’t speak the lingo.
- •I curled my body around him and snuggled against his warmth.
- •I nodded my yes against his chest.
- •I didn’t see any fish frying. But I still smelled cooking food.
- •It took a moment for me to realize they were waiting for my permission.
- •I even managed to wave. Thank God I’ve watched a lot of pbs specials about The Royal Family.
- •I had to interrupt her. “Alanna, I can’t stand this ‘my Lady’ stuff. Can’t you call me something else?”
- •I squeezed her hands and turned back around. “At least she was a smart slut.”
- •I opened my mouth to interrupt.
- •I tried not to babble incoherently and to remember that I was dressing for my husband, not for a spot on a tv evangelism program.
- •I nodded at her to go on.
- •I shivered, remembering the weird mirror vision of myself I had glimpsed in the pot as it burst into a fiery ball.
- •I rubbed my fingers and took a wary half step away from it.
- •I blinked in surprise. “No, I didn’t know.”
- •I looked at Alanna and sighed. “Alanna, pour yourself some wine and sit here with me.”
- •I’m telling you, this guy could go on a lecture/training circuit and make a fortune teaching the Non-Octopus Technique to semi-bald, divorced, middle-aged men.
- •Intrigued, I nodded.
- •I smiled but felt the definite stirrings of nervousness.
- •I like to think I’ve attracted my share of men, but one hundred guards is just plain gluttonous.
- •I turned and began beating a hasty retreat down the empty hall.
- •I heard a ripple in the crowd. Suddenly, centaurs surrounded us and members of my guard were rushing from the temple to join them.
- •I took all of this in, but I found it hard to stop staring at the doctor. I knew this man, or perhaps I should say I knew this man’s mirror image—very well.
- •I turned back to face ClanFintan and tugged on his arm until he bent for my quick kiss.
- •I frowned at her. “Don’t worry about it. It just means she’s crazy about him, too.” She looked like that explanation helped. “You two aren’t married in this world?”
- •I shrugged. “Whatever, but we might be here for a while, so feel free to sit and pour yourself some wine. After all, grapes are my favorite breakfast fruit.”
- •I looked at Alanna’s worried face and sighed. “I can’t do this anymore,” I said to her. My eyes sought ClanFintan’s. “I don’t want to lie to you anymore.”
- •I returned his smile before looking nervously back at ClanFintan.
- •I wanted to throw my arms around him and bury my face in his heat, but I could feel Alanna’s and Carolan’s eyes boring joyfully into our romantic interlude.
- •I shouldn’t have been surprised. I already knew he was a biter.
- •I kissed him lightly on the cheek.
- •I felt ClanFintan’s startled reaction, which made me remember that the map that zapped me had shown all the land to the east of the river as centaur lands.
- •I remembered their horrible, ground-eating strides and had to agree with him.
- •I tried not to get distracted by the lovely image he was painting, and the thought of what it might look like now.
- •I searched my memory, wishing the biology electives I had taken in college hadn’t been ten-plus years ago.
- •I smiled my thanks at her before turning back to Carolan. “Well, what do we need to do?”
- •I found myself suddenly encompassed within the centaur’s strong arms.
- •I swear, underneath the layer of sweat and yuck he blushed. “Perhaps it has slipped my mind.”
- •It was the assistant who had been sent to get the dead child’s parents. I could see the shadowed forms of two people standing behind her in the hallway. I squared my shoulders and walked toward them.
- •I complied happily, resting my forearms against the ledge on which I had been sitting. He swept my hair out of the way and began rubbing soap all over the back of my body.
- •I remembered his little tкte-а-tкte with my guards and grinned. “You won’t have to.”
- •I rejoined Alanna, pulled the robe over my head and walked down the stone stairs into the warm pool to give myself a quick morning bath.
- •I smiled at his accented pronunciation.
- •I studied her face, thinking I saw a familiar expression.
- •Victoria caught my eye and raised her eyebrows at me. “I know a young centaur who would be happy to be our runner.”
- •I mean, please, I am an English teacher. Some things just aren’t acceptable.
- •I frowned and continued to dry myself.
- •I gulped and tried not to look worried.
- •I snuggled comfortably against him. “Are you sure it was just me? I think you cast some kind of spell or something.”
- •I wriggled around, pressing myself against his hard chest so that I could breathe in his ear, “Why not?”
- •I smiled at him and patted his arm like he was a cross between a teenager and a puppy. “Thank you, Dougal. It’s perfect.”
- •I thought poor Dougal might faint.
- •I laughed, but my eyes gravitated to my husband’s handsome profile. As if he felt my gaze, he turned his head in my direction and smiled warmly from across the fire.
- •It was wide and sturdy, and I didn’t have any trouble balancing on it. I looked at him and grinned happily.
- •I playfully slapped his hand away and smiled through my eggs. “You’re so fresh.”
- •I turned my face into the breeze, shaking out my own hair, liking the way it was lifted off my shoulders. I breathed deeply, stretching my sore muscles, and…
- •I closed my eyes and whispered, “Please don’t make me go down there.”
- •I had the disconcerting feeling that she knew who I was. On impulse I slid off ClanFintan’s back, and took her hand in mine, squeezing it warmly.
- •I leaned over and whispered to ClanFintan, “Isn’t Terpsichore the Muse that danced at our handfast?”
- •I tried more delicious food than I could keep count of, then, satisfied, I leaned back against my husband’s warm chest to enjoy the talent of the Muses, and the delicious quality of their red wine.
- •Vic covered his hand with her own. “Fight the battle with a clear mind, my friend. I will protect Rhea with my life.”
- •I took the small telescope and tried to thank her, but she had already moved away and was speaking to a group of nervous young girls.
- •I heard the Huntress directly behind me, I think her name was Elaine, snort a quick laugh at my response. Nope—they sure didn’t act nervous.
- •I slid off her back, and Vic opened the door. Sila was in the middle of the room, helping patients from their beds and onto thick blanket-like pallets. She looked up as we entered.
- •I almost called her Michelle, but caught myself in time.
- •I saw that Terpsichore was walking purposefully to stand by the dark woman’s side. She looked serene and lovely and spoke in a calm, unhurried voice.
- •In response, Dougal unsheathed his claymore, and Victoria pulled her crossbow and quiver from the sling at her side.
- •I went back to work on his cuts. He stood quietly, and soon I was able to lather in the salve. That done, I reluctantly moved to the rear of his body.
- •I saw Dougal flush in happy surprise. When Vic finally raised her eyes to meet his, I thought I detected an unaccustomed shyness in her gaze.
- •I pulled one foot up, and put it out in front of me, set it down—
- •I brushed some of the clinging sand from his face, then kissed the spot I had cleaned.
- •I jerked upright.
- •I smiled at him, but ClanFintan didn’t hesitate in his pace.
- •I stepped into Alanna’s arms, returning her embrace.
- •I took a long drink, focusing on getting the trembling inside me under control.
- •I looked away, unable to watch their agony.
- •I nodded against his chest and sent up another plea to the Goddess for her to watch after the mare.
- •I could see Alanna was putting on a brave face, and I smiled in response.
- •I shrugged my shoulders in a nonchalant way. “When isn’t it in my way?”
- •I tried to come up with a pithy reply, but in actuality I was relieved when Victoria’s voice cut through the need for any further words.
- •I saw the familiar figure of Victoria firing off arrows quickly, each finding its deadly mark. Between loading and shooting, her attention suddenly wavered, and she met my gaze.
- •I pulled my attention from Alanna and what was happening around me. Instead, I listened to my heart, or maybe, more accurately, my soul.
- •It seemed the mare battled on that small hill for time unending, but my mind knew logically that only minutes had passed before dark, winged shapes completely surrounded us.
- •In the middle of my thought I felt the tremor that passed through my body as it became semivisible. I mentally crossed my fingers that I was doing the right thing.
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I smiled my thanks at her before turning back to Carolan. “Well, what do we need to do?”
“The first step is to quarantine the sick.”
“And everything they use,” I added. “And their families.”
Yes.” He nodded in agreement. “I think it would be wise to limit contact with the sick to my assistants, and, perhaps, a few healthy volunteers, probably family members of those who have already been exposed to the disease. Then I must look through my records to see if I can find references to this disease.” He glanced sadly back at the room that was already filled with sick people. “The only thing we can do is make them comfortable and attempt to keep them filled with liquids.”
“Boil the water first, before they drink it.” Sounded like a good thought. They sure didn’t need wine, and I had no way of knowing how clean the water supply was—I hadn’t gotten sick yet, but I hadn’t been drinking much of my water straight (I prefer my water in wine form). “You should also make sure that the dirty linens are kept quarantined from the rest of the temple, and they need to be washed in boiling water, with lots of harsh soap.”
“Boiling water cleanses the evil from contagion.” He sounded pleased.
However he wanted to put it was okay with me; I was just happy he agreed.
“Yeah, as well as most germs.”
Carolan raised his eyebrows at me, but he didn’t argue or ask for an explanation.
“I am concerned about the origin of this outbreak. It would serve an ill purpose to have our warriors become sick as they are moving into position to entrap the Fomorians. If this pox originated at the Temple of the Muse, the warriors must stay away from that area.”
“Wait, you’re right about that, but—now, correct me if I’m wrong—I don’t think I’ve ever heard of horses coming down with a pox. Have you?” My mind was whirring like a hamster in a wheel.
“No…” Carolan was rubbing his chin again. “I can think of no instance of a horse pox.”
“How about a centaur pox?” I asked.
“Your husband would be more knowledgeable than I, but I do not believe I know of any such pox that has ever infected the centaurs.”
“Good.” I felt a load lift from me. “Then we’ll just be sure we have only centaur warriors go through the Temple of the Muse to attack Laragon from the east.”
“That would be wise, but we still must be certain we contain this outbreak.”
“Okay. Let’s get busy.” If I thought too long about what I was going to volunteer to do, I’d run screaming out of the room. This was one of the times it was better to act than to think.
“Love,” Carolan spoke softly to Alanna, “you cannot aid us here. I will not have you put in danger of contagion.”
“But you are exposing yourself.” She moved close to him and his arms went around her.
“I must.” He kissed her forehead. “You know I must. But I cannot do what needs to be done here if I am worried about your safety. You can help me by sending for my assistants, and then going to the kitchen to oversee the boiling of water and making of herbal tea.”
“And I need you to make sure the women are doing what they should be doing,” I added. “I’m sure Maraid is dependable, but she’s not you. And you have to round up the families of those infected, and keep your eye out for people who might be just coming down with the sickness.”
I heard Alanna’s sigh as she gave in. And I knew she would—her sense of responsibility and integrity would never allow her to be selfish or childish. It wasn’t in her nature to insist she stay here with Carolan. Alanna and Suzanna were women who put the needs of others before their own desires.
Not for the first time, I wished I could be more like them.
She kissed her new husband on the lips and I heard their whispered adoration for each other. Then she turned to me and gave me a hard hug.
“Keep watch over him for me.” She yanked one of my loose curls, reminding me of my own husband. “And keep watch on yourself, too.”
“Not a problem. Oh, and would you find ClanFintan and explain to him what’s happened? And ask him if he would come here when he has finished with the warriors.”
Alanna nodded and said, “I will see you this evening. I love you both.” She left quickly, as if she had to force her legs to start moving before her heart could order them to stop.
Neither of us said anything; we just watched her leave. Her quiet dignity touched our hearts.
“Okay…” I clapped my hands together, purposely breaking the moment before either of us did something ridiculous like start bawling. “Give me something to tie back this friggin hair with, and I’m yours to command. Just tell me what we need to do.”
“First, let us begin by arranging the patients in areas of most to least ill. Then we can get these linens and pallets changed and cleaned. And we must try and keep the patients hydrated and comfortable.” He pointed to a pile of what looked like clean strips of cloth. “And there is something you can use on your untamable hair.”
“Aye! Aye!” I saluted his back as I grabbed the makeshift scrunchie and followed him out into the room. “Hey, is it okay for me to crack open these windows? It’s nice outside and nasty in here.”
Carolan gave me a “yes” nod and I hurried to pull open the huge windows. Outside, the warm breeze held the heady scent of honeysuckle in bloom. I tried not to retch as the sweet smell mixed with vomit and disease.
I could already tell this was going to be a really long day.
3
While I was going to college I worked part-time as a unit secretary for a large Catholic hospital near the campus of the University of Illinois. As a rule, unit secretaries don’t do much dirty work. They’re just what the name implies—a secretary for a nursing unit. I usually worked on a general-medicine floor. For a while I worked on the birthing unit (which was pretty cool). There were two major things I learned from my part-time-helping-to-put-myself-through-college job. Number one was I didn’t particularly like being a secretary. People were just too damn stuck up and they didn’t think secretaries knew anything, when usually a good secretary knew just about everything—or at least everything that was important. Lesson number two was that I absolutely never, ever wanted to be a nurse. Don’t get me wrong, I liked them. I respected them. I appreciated them. I just didn’t want to be them. Blood, feces, vomit, sputum, looking at people’s private parts (which were usually anything but attractive) and sticking things into bodily orifices while being surrounded by sickness and yuck—nope, it wasn’t for me.
My thoughts drifted back to what my college experience had taught me as I held the head of woman number six who, in the last few moments, had felt the compelling need to retch violently into what looked like a chamber pot straight out of Oliver Twist. Ugh.
In the ten years since I graduated from college I have changed my opinions and tastes about many things, but this is one thing that I hadn’t changed my opinion on one bit.
I am not, nor will I ever be, cut out to be a nurse. Period.
After she had finished puking, I wiped the woman’s face, surprised to notice under the layer of perspiration and sickness that she was young, probably only a teenager.
“Better?” I asked gently.
“Yes, my Lady.” Her voice was weak, but her lips fluttered up in a smile. “Your touch is so nice and cool.”
I helped her lie back, and brushed the hair from her damp forehead.
“Would you bless me, my Lady?” Her feeble-sounding question caught at my heart, as it had every time one of these people asked for my blessing.
As I had done so many times already that day that I had lost count, I bowed my head, closed my eyes and prayed, “Epona, please watch over and comfort this girl.”
Then I opened my eyes and smiled at her. “I’ll come back and check on you later,” I promised for what seemed like the zillionth time.
My feet dragged as I walked over to one of the pitchers that Carolan’s assistants kept filled with clean, hot water. I held out my hands and one of them poured water for me to wash with, and another dripped soap from a bottle into my chapped palms. As I rubbed my hands together I caught sight of Carolan making his way purposefully from one bed to another. His movements were steady and sure. He seemed inexhaustible.
After drying my hands I took a moment to stretch my back and roll my head around to try and loosen my tense neck muscles. Damn, my shoulders were killing me. I heard a weak voice call my name, and automatically I replied with an “I’ll be right there.” But I couldn’t seem to make my body move. My stomach growled and I wondered how long it had been since two of Carolan’s assistants had delivered to us a lunch of cheese, bread and cold meat. The cheese had been cut into hearts and Carolan and I had laughed aloud at Alanna’s gift to him.
Now I marveled at the fact that I had been able to laugh. Exhaustion tugged at me—and not just simple bodily exhaustion. I was overwhelmed. Here I was, trying to comfort people who were seriously ill. Me—an English teacher from Oklahoma. And they believed in me. They even wanted me to bless them.
Tell them stories, yes. Recite poetry to them, yes. Even explicate the symbolic meaning of Coleridge’s most obscure and bizarre writings, yes.
But be a goddess or a priestess, no.
I felt helpless, inept and uncharacteristically close to tears.
“Goddess,” a weak voice beckoned from the far side of the room.
“My Lady,” I heard Tarah calling from the part of the room where we had grouped the cases of medium severity.
“Lady Rhiannon,” another voice, a child’s, from the area of the most seriously ill.
I drew myself up, pushed strands of hair back into my makeshift ponytail and tried to collect myself, both mentally and physically. It was horrible. It was like being in a classroom filled with sick teenagers who were all begging for me to help them complete a page of complex algebraic equations. And I can’t do friggin algebra.
As I moved slowly toward the most ill of the voices calling me, I realized that was exactly it. They were like my students. And I needed to quit feeling sorry for myself and do what needed to be done.
So I didn’t like being a nurse.
The bottom line was I couldn’t get this horrible disease.
They were mine. I was responsible for them. In locoparentis was more than just an abstract term. It transcended worlds. And I needed to suck it up, quit whining and do my job. (Actually, one bright spot was the pay. I was pretty sure I made more in this world as a Goddess Incarnate than I did in Oklahoma as a schoolteacher. I mean, who doesn’t? I could look at it like it was kind of a promotion. And it certainly wasn’t as bad as being “promoted” to a position in administration.)
“What it is, sweetie?” I took a beaker of water that was sitting on a nearby stand and helped the child to take a sip. Her lips were cracked. Horrible pus-filled blisters covered her face, neck and arms. As she opened her mouth to try and drink, I saw red sores all over her tongue.
The water dribbled uselessly down her chin, and I wiped it up with the end of her sheet.
“Is Epona wonderful to ride?” Her young voice was raspy, as if she had been smoking for twenty years.
“Yes, honey.” I carefully dabbed her face with a damp cloth one of the assistants handed me. “Her gait is so smooth it’s like riding the wind.”
“Is it true she talks to you?” Her eyes, already bright with fever, captured mine. I recognized the fervor of a true horse lover.
“I think she does. She’s very smart, you know.”
The sick girl nodded weakly.
“What is your name, sweetheart?”
“Kristianna,” she whispered.
“I’ll make a deal with you, Kristianna.” Her eyes never left my own. “You get well, and I’ll take you to have a talk with her. Perhaps she will even tell you she’d like to take you for a ride.”
I was almost sorry I’d made the offer, because immediately she began trying to sit up.
“Hey! That means you have to rest and concentrate on getting well.”
The child settled back into the soiled linens with a sigh.
“Goddess,” she asked wistfully, “do you think she might really want to talk to me?”
Something within me whispered the words I spoke aloud. “Epona is always looking for young ones who are willing to hear her voice.”
“I want to hear her…” The child’s voice trailed off as sleep, or unconsciousness, overtook her.
I put the cloth down and looked sadly at her swollen face. “I hope you do, honey,” I whispered.
I felt the presence of heat encompass me from behind before I heard him say my name.
“Rhea?”
I turned and almost ran into ClanFintan’s muscular chest.
“Oh, hi.” I was acutely aware of how I looked. Something like the friggin redheaded stepsister of Medusa. And he looked strong and handsome and wonderful. As usual.
“We missed you at the warriors’ meeting.” His voice was like warm molasses pouring over my sore body.
“I’m sorry,” I said, trying frantically to retie my hair into some semblance of propriety. But as I glanced down I noticed the vomit stains covering most of the front of my dress, so I gave up.
“I hope you explained to them why I was, uh, detained.”
“Yes, they understood and commended your sense of responsibility to the people.” ClanFintan had taken me by the arm and was propelling me toward the door as he spoke. I saw Carolan nod at him as he wrenched open the door and we emerged into what I realized with surprise was the waning light of the late afternoon sun as it peered sluggishly through the beveled glass of the hallway.