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"You have much to learn about being a woman, Marisa." The older woman
spoke it as a gentle warning. Marcus had brought me to a cottage at the
foot of a rocky hill, the home of his friend Alwyn, and left the me there
with her. As he walked out my eyes lingered after his tall strength. I
wished he would stay.
Alwyn's thinning white hair and deeply lined face betrayed years of
struggles, which I supposed had mostly been against Moranna; yet her deep,
bright eyes radiated a serene joy. The calm confidence with which she
spoke surprised me, yet I felt a superior form of pity toward her in spite
of it. (In retrospect I am not proud of it.) *She wants to show me what it
means to be a woman, but she's so old--she probably can't even remember.
And she was probably never as attractive as I am now. What does someone
her age have to offer me? She must be rather naive, too. I didn't think
anyone these days would actually kneel and pray, like she was doing when
we came in.*
I admit it, I let my smugness show in my answer. "Do you really think I
have that much to learn? Moranna's magic showed me how a woman acts, I
know how to take care of myself, and she gave me an appreciation for my
body that I'm finding rather delicious. I think I'm quite ready to be the
woman I've become. I'm actually liking it--does that surprise you?" It was
partly bravado. I had to act as if being a woman was quite all right with
me; anything else would have raised more conflict in me than I could have
faced. Partly, though, it was the effect of the magic: to act this way was
just what had been intended.
Alwyn was unruffled. "Well, apparently you feel safe among us here, to
feel the freedom to answer that way! But no, Moranna's magic never
surprises me anymore. I am surprised, though, that you think you know what
being a woman is all about. You understand but a small fraction of it, and
only what's on the surface. It makes me wonder if you knew what it meant
to be a man... No, don't turn hot on me now. We'll let that be for now.
The other thing that surprises me, of course, is that you were able to
defend yourself against Moranna. You seem to have some real power. I
wonder if that may open the way at last for us to turn the tables against
Moranna."
"I'm afraid I don't know much about this new power," I answered, "or even
where it came from. I'm quite sure Moranna never expected that making me
female would give me magic--and especially not magic that could stand
against her. You should have seen her face when that last spell rebounded
on her!"
The older woman smiled. "Yes, I wish I could have seen that! But I take it
that you stopped only her final spell--you seem to have the preference for
women's clothing she gave you--and also the preference for men."
She was observant, I had to grant her that: she had noticed my gazing
after Marcus. "That's true. It's strange: I was a man among men, and now I
can't imagine even wearing pants. It would be so--so unlovely! Even shorts
like these feel wrong; I'd much rather have a skirt or dress on. I know
that she made me beautiful, Alwyn, and I've already noticed men looking at
me. It's actually rather fun for me--I enjoy it. You may remember what it
was like for you, a long time ago." Again, I was more than vaguely aware I
was insulting her; it didn't matter a lot to me, though, and it didn't
seem to ruffle Alwyn, either. "And I look at men in a different way than
ever before, too. Much different!" Now I felt my face glowing hot--I
hadn't expected that. "Of course, I know this isn't really me, it's the
spell. I'm under her power. But I feel just fine about it. I'm finding I
love this new idea of being beautiful, attracting men's eyes, knowing how
desirable I am!" Just to prove it, I gave my hair a toss with my head,
swirling it around my shoulders, fluffing it out again with my hands. I
had not yet had a chance to brush it properly, but its soft silkiness
still felt fantastic to me.
"You'll have to be careful which eyes you attract. Still, you do well to
be content with it. You need not fight against being female, you have many
other lessons to concentrate on. That is why you are here."
"And why is that? Who are you? All Marcus said is you were a friend who
could help."
"f you will have me, I will help prepare you to fight Moranna." She gave
me time to hear what she was saying, as she stood to bring a teakettle and
pour for both of them. "Marcus brought you to me because we believe you
are no friend of the queen. We're hoping you can become ready to join with
us in standing against her."
"You can teach me to use this magic? That would be a treat!" I read a
worried response in Alwyn's eyes and addressed it. "But don't you fear it?
Her power has made the queen a tyrant. I could turn out the same way, you
know. I think I'm almost afraid of it myself."
"Ah, you do have some wisdom in you after all. I have doubts about how
ready you are for it today. I may assure you, though, you have walked a
different road than Moranna, and you may well reach a different
destination. And this is where we must begin: you will tell me your story,
and we will see the path you may safely travel from here."
"And why do you not use your own magic to resist her? This tea is very
good, by the way. Thank you."
"I have no magic. None of us here do." She smiled, yet there was a
distant, pensive cast to her eyes. "I do not need to teach you magic,
actually; you have it already. You must learn your own soul and find its
healing, and then you will be able to help us. I wish to hear your story
now." She settled back in her chair, relaxed, ready to listen.
I took a slow drink of my tea, considering whether I should trust her.
Alwyn's home, warmly decorated in wood, reminded me of my previous
temporary refuge, but this one had an additional, indefinable welcoming
air to it. Maybe it was the tea, maybe it was the smell of bread in the
oven. I could feel myself relaxing. The older woman's hospitality, the
warmth of her expression, and above all her apparent desire to help, gave
me hope that I might be in a safe place. It seemed that trusting Marcus
had been no mistake, after all. This woman was old, and she seemed so
simple, yet she appeared to be no threat, and I needed information from
her. We appeared to need each other, in fact. I decided to take my trust
one step further.
"It was such a strange experience--being changed, I mean. I was a fighter,
a leader of men, a man's man. I was proud of who I was. Even as a prisoner
those few hours here, I thought I had pride--though I was totally
perplexed at what my army was doing to me. I had my dignity, and I had no
intention of giving it up, even if I was abused like so many war
prisoners. Then--" I looked down at herself, "then this." Alwyn said
nothing. Her accepting eyes encouraged me to continue.
"At least I gained some power with it--otherwise, I'd be..." I shuddered
and stopped the sentence. "Where did this magic come from?"
"I can't tell you for sure, Marisa, except this: only women have magic
here. Becoming a woman, you became eligible to hold the power. You have it
in great strength."
"I don't understand why Moranna would make me a woman when I could have
such power."
"She didn't know it would happen. And apparently she didn't see your magic
on you after you were changed. You saw hers, I suppose? And yours was a
different color?" I nodded. "That's how it works, you know. There are
different levels of magical skill; no one knows how they are meted out.
Different skill levels have different color auras. A magic user can see
magic of her own color and lower levels, but not higher. If you could see
Moranna's aura, and she didn't see yours, then you have a higher level of
magic--the highest in the land!"
That was news! I had powers unmatched by anyone--or at least, I might, if
it ever came back to me. It made me shiver to think of it. Alwyn kept
talking. "Her mistake, by the way, is all too common among the powerful:
she thought she could never be bested. I suppose you, too, thought your
raiders were invincible?"
That stung--because it was true. "Well-- yes, I thought no one could
stand against us. My men and I, that is. I had the best! But I can't
imagine I would ever abuse magic like Moranna has."
Alwyn looked at me thoughtfully for a long moment, then stood to refill
the tea. She sat down, lifted her cup and drank before responding, "You
will need to learn who you really are if you are to be of any help in our
cause. You are in a good place to do that." She watched me over her teacup
as she sipped.
"You say I have to learn who I am, and yet you say this is good. It's like
I have to start all over again! Can you imagine the shock of not being who
you were?"
"You may have to learn that yourself, even more than you already have."
"You speak in riddles."
"And you--you are living a riddle, are you not? Come, let me show you your
room. You'll stay here with me."
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