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I was aiming for that horrifying place where I had met Moranna, where I
had been so greatly changed. Of course I hadn't told anyone I was going,
they never would have allowed it; but I had to go--I was on a mission.
I was pretty sure I would recognize and remember the terrain from my trip
out to the village. I knew I had to head southeast, and even though
nothing looked familiar, I still had my old instincts for finding my way
around in the field. The capital city, like the island, was named Alduvia,
but everyone just called it "the city." It was really the only one on the
island. I thought back to the last time I had wanted to get to this
capital city--that time, just off the ship, with all my men and with high
hopes of taking charge with hardly any resistance. Boy, was I wrong! And
my current condition was a constant reminder of it.
The capital was my goal again now, but for new and unique reasons. I
wanted to heal Jakob. His misery had cut through my soul from the
beginning, and though everyone seemed pleased at how much better he seemed
to be doing, with me as a new friend, I knew he could never live a normal
life. I didn't consider my life ruined as Jakob's was; changed, certainly,
but not destroyed. His was just tragic. So I needed to recover my magic. I
would have to be re-empowered by drawing close to the mysterious Orb.
I was convinced the risks were worth it for Jakob. Getting out of the
city, once my power was restored, would be easy. On my way in, though, I
would be vulnerable to any woman's magic. I could be caught before I
reached the zone of empowerment, and I would surely never be freed again.
Moranna's original plan for me could yet be realized. The queen might
never be able to harm me directly, but she was under no compulsion to
permit me to regain my full magical strength, and any other magic woman
might be able to make the most horrifying change in me that Moranna had
intended as her coup de gr?ce. Did other women have that much power? I
didn't know, so I had to assume the answer was yes.
It was a risk I had to take. It was not the only one. I was an attractive
yet inexperienced woman, walking alone, the kind who would easily draw the
unwelcome attention of men. I wondered if I could become pregnant. It
couldn't happen this week, of course; that was one good thing about my
current time of month. I was fully woman, though, so pregnancy was
possible--maybe. If Moranna had intended me to be always available to the
men of my army, then she might not have created me to be fertile. But
Moranna's work had been interrupted. I had not been made into the sex
slave Moranna had intended, and it was possible that protection from
pregnancy was to be part of the final spell on me. I shuddered at the
thought of what I might yet face someday. Being a woman was fine with me
in many ways, but not the prospect of forced intimacy. Not the possibility
of bearing a child, either; I hadn't come that far into the idea of
womanhood yet.
These dark thoughts and others were my unwelcome companions until I
stopped for a midday break. I sat and ate some cheese and bread, had a
drink of water, and forced my thoughts off the dangers and onto the plan
for my sortie. I knew too little at this point; I would have to do my own
scouting as I went. In former days, I certainly would have sent someone
else ahead to take care of that chore. It was often the riskiest
assignment in my fighting force, yet I had never thought twice about
sending a man into that kind of danger. It was something that had to be
done. Or had it? Was any of that fighting necessary at all? After my
recent talks with Marcus and Alwyn, I wondered whether all my life before
now had been wasted, or worse.
"Enough of this!" I commanded myself. "I can't dwell on the past; I have a
mission to accomplish now. I have to think of a future--for Jakob."
I cleaned up my lunch and set off up the hill again, disciplining my mind
to focus on more positive images. I jumped forward to visions of a
successful completion of my mission. Two scenes dominated my dreams: the
laughing of a healed Jakob, and myself being wrapped in the grateful
embrace of his father. I wanted Marcus more and more every day, and I
fervently hoped what I was doing would open his heart up to me. I would
show him I could care for another person! With this hope carrying me, I
continued strong until dusk. I had just crested the hill, and I could see
dim lights in the city distant below me. I had a bite of dinner, then tied
my food bag to a limb out of the reach of animals. I found a round of
boulders into which I could nestle myself and rest for the night.
As it turned dark, I felt something that was as new to me as anything I
had experienced so far: I had an impulse to pray. I wanted to be able to
believe that Someone was watching over me, my mission, my new friends, my
army in captivity in the capital. I didn't know who I was saying it to,
but I spoke aloud, "If there's anybody out there who can help me, would
you be with me, please?" I didn't say the rest of it aloud, but I thought
it: "Otherwise, I don't think I stand a chance."
My sleep was sound, and I woke refreshed at first light. Being young again
was wonderful--I could wake up without stiffness after a night on the hard
ground. The sky bragged a glorious blend of rose, violet, and blue as the
sun came up. The colors brightened my mood. It felt good to be doing
something positive, instead of all the sitting and waiting of the past
weeks. I still preferred action.
The city in the valley below me was still in the shadow of the hill; I
could make out its general shape, but no details. It would be in sunshine
before long, though. Where would be the best place to view it from? An
outcropping of rock, perhaps a mile away, below me and to my left, seemed
like a good vantage point. That looked good to me, and I felt great. I
gathered my food and set off fairly skipping down the hill, saving
breakfast for later, to be eaten while I sat and studied my destination.
The bright new day had erased some of yesterday's fears. I felt almost
foolish about resorting to prayer the night before, but, I reasoned, it
hadn't hurt anything, had it? I even added another request to the first
one. I looked up and said quietly, "You care about Jakob, don't you? Would
you please make sure I get to help him?"
I reached the promontory and found it both comfortable and strategic as a
viewing perch. The morning was still good! Sunlight was just reaching the
city below as I sat and enjoyed breakfast. This was a good time to take
things slow; everything else depended on my next decisions, so I had to
prepare wisely. I peered down the hill, into the streets and across the
city, noting where there might be hiding places, and where my adversary
might have a guard posted. (*Only a city guarded by magic could have grown
up at the bottom of a hill like this!* I thought. *It would be a sitting
duck for any ordinary attack.*) I looked especially for markets and other
gathering places. I did not expect I could remain unseen by skulking
around buildings; I would have to find a group to meld in with, and hope
that no one would see through my disguise. It depended on the flow of
traffic, too: ideally, I would join a crowd heading for the center of the
city.
There appeared to be two contrasting streams of people. Some were heading
out to fields on the edge of the city, and others were walking or riding
to the center, where the markets seemed to be concentrated and where--
there it was!--the palace sat, on a low hill. The first group were the
farm workers, of course, while the others would be merchants and those who
worked at court. My current clothing was most like that of the farmers,
who were heading the wrong direction--but, I reasoned, they would have to
go back late in the day. I studied the fields, seeking out the one busiest
field. There were over a dozen people in one, crouching low and apparently
harvesting. It was early summer; I guessed they were picking strawberries.
Maybe they would be taking the crop to a market before the end of day--
that would give me someone to travel alongside; but no, it would be just
one or two people going to market, and I would easily be marked as a
stranger. I would have to wait.
I used my time to memorize the city. I counted streets and identified
landmarks. I built a map in my head, scratched it out on the sand at my
feet, and then re-checked to see if I had recalled it correctly.
It was mid-afternoon when the thought struck me that I had spent the
entire day without thinking of my changed sex, except when my bodily needs
had demanded attention. I was really becoming well accustomed to who I was
now. On the other hand, this had been the kind of day I had spent my whole
life on: studying terrain, planning attacks. I still loved that part of my
life, too, I realized. What had Marcus and Alwyn said about fighting? Not
that it was necessarily wrong, but that I had been doing it for the wrong
purpose all these years. Maybe I could experience some of the "glory" of
the fight again, with the added beauty of doing it for a good cause. But
were these simply male thoughts re-intruding on me? Could a woman also
find glory as a warrior? Somehow it didn't seem to fit. But no matter; I
had a job to do and I would do it.
The day drew toward a close. All day long my path southward, down to the
city, was bathed in clear sunlight, but as the sun moved west I saw enough
shadow on the hill to give me confidence I could make it to the bottom
unnoticed--as long as I did not run into someone right there on the hill.
*This is it!* I thought. I couldn't prevent myself from breathing another
prayer for help. The next hour would tell if I would make it in safely, or
if my life would be completely destroyed. *It's a good thing this isn't
the first danger I've faced in my life. Otherwise I'm sure I'd be
paralyzed with fear right now.*
I scrambled from one rock-sheltered area to another shaded by trees. The
lower I came, the more I encountered loose rock around the trees, and I
worried about setting off a small slide that would betray my presence. I
had even heard rocks falling from above me, as if knocked loose by another
climber, but I dismissed the thought that one of the townspeople was
following me down. If I had been discovered, they would be meeting me
directly; and if one of them had just chanced to climb there that day, I
would have certainly seen him.
Near the bottom I saw a clear path between the areas of scrabble. I wasn't
sure I could trust the path--it was the most likely location for a guard
to be posted--but I felt forced to it, because walking on the loose rock
was becoming even more certain to reveal my approach. Finally, I saw where
the path opened out onto the strawberry field. The solitary, hidden part
of my journey was ended; now I needed to be one of the women of the town,
heading as if back home to the city center. None of the workers was
looking my direction; now was the time! I paused to take a deep breath
before stepping out.
That was when I heard the voice that robbed me of all hope: "Stop!
Identify yourself!"
Slowly I turned toward the voice, and my heart fell. The path had been
guarded, just as I had feared. I regarded the gun aimed at my chest with
cold resignation. *I hope he kills me,* I thought. *It would be better
than what Moranna would do to me.*
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