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Alwyn and I were cooking breakfast together the next morning. Alwyn spoke
up, "I'm curious about something, General Winterhorn." I was at the stove
with my back turned when she asked the question. At first the name didn't
register with me; I thought someone else must have walked in to join us
for breakfast. But then I abruptly realized Alwyn was talking to me. I
almost dropped my bacon pan in surprise. Alwyn continued on with a sly
smile. "When you took over your country--why did you do it?"
I was nonplussed. "Alwyn, that was so long ago! I'm a different person
now--obviously! Why would you ask?"
"You've changed greatly, General, but don't let that fool you. It's been
just three weeks." She was leading up to something, though I didn't
realize it yet.
"It seems like a completely different lifetime. You can understand that,
I'm sure."
"Marcus tells me you've been sharing a good number of stories with his
son. Oh, he's also explained why you were doing it; you've been trying to
help make a connection with Jakob. But in all those stories you must have
thought about why you chose to live the life you led."
"I'm not sure I could explain it to you. You were never a man." I could
feel myself almost looking off into an unseen distance, re-capturing a
brief connection to that formerly familiar world of manhood. "There's a
glory in it, Alwyn, that a man craves! It seems foreign now--and yet
still so familiar. To be strong, to conquer! Do you know much of the
world beyond this island? I had the best leaders, the best men. We were
unstoppable. Ah, those were great days!"
"You're right--I've never been a man. I do not think I understand this
glory you speak of. I would be interested to hear what Marcus thinks of
it."
"I think he knows it, Alwyn! I can see it in his eyes when he talks about
standing up against Moranna. For a man, there's nothing quite like
showing his strength, especially among other men."
"You might ask Marcus whether that's the main reason he wants that battle
with Moranna."
"Well, he wants revenge too, that must be part of it. Although, come to
think of it, he never speaks of it that way. He talks more about putting
things right."
Alwyn nodded silently as she took the teakettle off the stove. I was just
starting to think about whether there was some real meaning in what I had
just said (I'm quite sure Alwyn thought so).
"Marisa," said Alwyn, "you have asked me many questions since you came
here. I've been careful not to answer many of them. That is about to
change: I have answers for you, and the time has come to start the next
phase of your training." I caught my breath. At last!
She went on, "Last night we held a meeting of the leaders of the
resistance. We call it simply the Council. They have been watching you.
There are some who have been deathly afraid of you and your magic, and
would have chosen to put you to death or to send you off the island where
you could not endanger us. Marcus and I spoke on your behalf, though, and
held them off. There is a Prophecy that I will tell you in due time that
entered strongly into our discussions. We talked and we prayed until
midnight; in the end, the Council agreed with Marcus and me that we must
trust you. I appreciate your patience with us."
My nose caught the acrid odor of bacon was burning on the stove. Alwyn's
revelation had taken my mind completely off what I was doing, and I had
let the food burn. I quickly rescued it, then sat down at the table,
leaning expectantly toward Alwyn across the table from me. She was the
next to speak.
"You must understand more about our island and its magic. We are truly
one of a kind, as far as we have been able to determine."
"What makes it so, Alwyn? There are other islands not that far away; if
there weren't I never would have stumbled on this one. I would have
thought Moranna to be the type who would stretch out her power as far as
she could, to take rule over other places."
"Like someone you know, General?"
"Like someone I used to know." I saw a hint of a smile of satisfaction on
Alwyn's face.
"You'll understand the answer to that, and much more in due time, Marisa-
-after breakfast, in fact. Marcus and another member of the Council will
be joining us to talk then. For now, let's enjoy this good food--even
your burned bacon!"
I should have been overjoyed at the prospect of answers at last--and I
was. But what really caught my attention was that Marcus was coming over.
This would be different--I didn't need to dress down for the field or for
disguise. For the first time, he would see me the way I was meant to be
seen. I was pretty sure he would like what me that way. I fervently hoped
he would!
Alwyn cleaned up after the meal, allowing me time to prepare myself. I
brushed my hair out, then pondered what to wear: something serious for
the meeting, yet attractive for the man. I chosed a dark blue knee-length
dress and knee-high boots, modeling for myself at the mirror to make sure
I had achieved the right effect. I had just finished touching up my face
when I heard Alwyn greeting guests and went out to meet them.
Marcus had entered the cottage--his first time there since he left me
with Alwyn three weeks before. I could sense him brightening when he saw
me. I liked the feeling that gave me. The second new arrival was a man of
about sixty years, balding, with a beard and mustache showing more white
than their original dark brown. He smiled a grim but not quite cold
smile, sat down, and got immediately to business.
"Marisa, my name is Roger. You already know Marcus, of course. We're here
to talk with you about our next steps regarding Moranna. Obviously you
figure strongly in those plans."
"Roger," interjected Alwyn, "please take a moment here for Marisa to meet
you. She has hardly talked with anyone since she--since she got here, and
she has a host of questions, too. She's not here just to fill a hole in
our plans." I was grateful to see Roger nod his head, first to Alwyn and
then to me. He relaxed his shoulders and slowed to a more gracious pace.
"I'm sorry, Marisa. I hope you'll understand. We've been so long without
any hope of a way to stand against Moranna, and now you're here, and
we're moving ahead. I got too eager. It's a pleasure to make your
acquaintance, and I hope you'll feel the same about me as you get to know
me."
"Thank you, Roger--you're forgiven. And I understand your eagerness to
get started. I'm not really sure I'm your answer, though. I had some
magic for a short time, but it's gone now."
"Can you still see Moranna's magic? I mean, can you see her yellow glow
on yourself, or on Jakob?"
"Yes, it's still there."
"Then you still have magic. Let's start by explaining that." I was
wondering who Roger really was, and what his role was with the Council,
but I was too interested in his answers to dwell on that for now. He went
on, "We don't know what the magic is or where it came from. It's been
here longer than our recorded history. As you know, only women have
access to it, and only some of those. We don't know how they are chosen,
nor do we know why some of them are more powerful than others. One of
those women was Alwyn, once."
I don't know who was more surprised when he said that--Alwyn or me. We
both started, then looked at each other. I think Alwyn may have almost
been turning red; it was obvious she hadn't meant for that item of
personal history to come up just know. Roger took it in stride--his
business-like demeanor showing itself again. "Alwyn can tell you her
story after we're done here. I just mentioned this so you would know that
we have a real expert among us.
"As I said, the source of the magic is quite a mystery to all of us,
probably including Moranna. What we do know is that it seems to be
centered in a mysterious object that is housed in her palace. It's a
round globe, about this big." He touched his thumbs together and spread
his fingers wide to either side. "It glows a constant fire. We call it
the Orb. The closer a magic user is to the Orb, the greater her access to
its power. You do not need to be close to it to practice magic, but if
you move far enough away, you'll find that your magic power runs out
after a time, and it will not be restored until you draw close to again.
You used up all your magic power after your transition, and then you ran
away from its source. Move in closer to the palace, and your power will
return to you."
"So I can still use magic! Then there is hope after all!"
"Yes, but not without risk, because in order to get there, you must
approach the city, powerless among women who would use their power
against you if they have the chance. You're also vulnerable to normal,
non-magical attacks. Moranna cannot harm you, because of your spell on
her, but her agents can. Your spell does not apply to anyone who was not
in the hall when you spoke it."
"How close do I have to get? How long does it take to restore the power?"
"The closer you get, the more quickly it's restored. You do not need to
enter the palace, but you would need to be within a couple of miles for a
time. Moranna knows this, of course, and she has the city very heavily
guarded in the regions where you could be restored to power. By the way,
she herself was apparently powerless for a while after your encounter
with her. She used a great deal of magic to bring you and your army in,
and more yet to change you, and it seems that your defensive magic
drained her completely. She went into hiding for two or three days."
"Wow--I missed a great opportunity, didn't I?"
"So it would seem, and so did our agents, like Marcus, who were there.
But we believe, in spite of all the evil she has done, it would have been
wrong just to kill her, even if we'd recognized the opportunity. I don't
know how she could ever get a fair hearing in a court of justice, but it
would be barbaric to kill her outright, which is the only way we've ever
thought she could ever be stopped. It's a puzzle we've discussed many
times in the Council, with no answer so far."
"Well, I don't know what's so wrong about just killing her. She's so
evil! Look at what she tried to do to me--a woman herself, trying to make
me into a complete sex slave."
"I don't know how she came to be the way she is, but she still deserves
justice."
"Perhaps by my power I could bind her for a trial."
"You may be right. I hesitate to suggest that you meet her in direct
magical combat, though, in spite of your superior power. Her training and
experience could still give her the upper hand."
Alwyn spoke up. "We do have the Prophecy to guide us, Roger."
"You told her about that?" He looked sharply at Alwyn, concern in his
eyes.
"I told her there is one; I did not tell her what it says."
Roger relaxed somewhat. "She will find out soon enough, but the time is
not yet. Yes, Alwyn, if the Prophecy is true, then we do have an answer."
Watching their exchange, I wondered if Roger had been one of the ones who
needed the most convincing that I could be trusted. I cast a glance at
Marcus, who, I was pleased to note, was looking back at me quite
intently. I spoke up. "Well, it would seem the next step is for me to get
close in to the city, get my power back, and-- and-- and do what it takes
to fulfill this prophecy, whatever it is!" I looked around, hoping for
one of them to enlighten me further, but not even Marcus gave me an
encouraging look in reply. There was an awkward silence for a moment.
"We are still several steps away from that, Marisa," said Alwyn gently.
"Your training must continue."
"I wasn't aware it had started yet."
Alwyn ducked this comment, as she had so many of my questions. "You will
need some physical training--how to fight in that body. We do not have
any trained fighting women, so Marcus has volunteered to help you with
that." That made my heart quicken; I felt my face warming. "And we need
to be able to trust you more before we can take additional steps, Marisa.
You have a great power. It could be very dangerous--especially to you! I
urge you not to rush us on this. We've been waiting for generations for
this opportunity. We can be patient a while longer yet. I hope you can,
too. The whole country knows about you, and many are afraid of what you
might do with your magic. Moranna isn't the only reason we've been
keeping you hidden."
I felt a new, dark feeling arise within. "They're all afraid of me?"
"Wouldn't you be afraid, too, if all you had grown up knowing that the
most powerful magic user was also the most evil?"
I started to answer, then stopped and looked at all three of them more
closely than ever. On Alwyn's face I saw acceptance and grace; on Marcus
I saw trust and (I hoped) another kind of interest; Roger showed a more
cautious face. "I think maybe I've been naive," I said slowly. "I can see
I must thank you for trusting me as much as you are. But how many friends
do I really have?"
"The Council is inclined to trust you, for now at least," said Roger.
"Among our people, the word is getting out that we're to give you a
chance. I can't tell you yet how many we are or who we are. I will tell
you this much, though: when you're out and about, there will always be
one of us keeping an eye on you, to protect you."
I pondered what I had heard. I was either the only answer for their
greatest need, or else I was their greatest nightmare. They weren't yet
sure which. They were willing to let me in on a little information, but
they were protecting much of it, especially this mysterious Prophecy. Was
I simply being used? No, I had a strong common interest with them in
ending Moranna's reign; we were comrades in this fight. As allies, this
Resistance group was an enigma. I understood now why Roger had not been
introduced more fully to me; I wondered if it was even his real name. The
streets were probably far more dangerous for me than I had thought: every
person I met could either be my enemy or my protector. And I would need
to go into the city, into far greater danger, to recover my magic. I was
the only hope for those who suffered under Moranna's wickedness, and the
only hope for my own army, but none of today's new information assured me
that hope was anything but a thin thread.
If only I could just enjoy being the beautiful woman I had become,
without all the responsibility and pain that came with it! I sought
Marcus's eyes for encouragement, and he gave me a smile. There was hope
in his help, I thought. "Okay, Marcus," I said resolutely, "when do we
start training?"
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