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(Asterisks around a section indicate the character's thoughts.)
I was on my way back to the city, alone again to reduce the danger of
attracting attention, yet aware of a guard following discreetly behind. It
was just a few days after I had been told the Prophecy. The intervening
time had been filled with more strategizing. I had sat in with the group,
out of both courtesy and curiosity, on one of their prayer sessions, and I
had been touched by their faith and sincerity. Now it was time to put all
the planning to the test.
I followed the same path I had taken on my mission to help Jakob. It was
familiar; it had worked. Not much else was familiar now, and I had sadly
little confidence this trip would work. Doubts had never been part of my
experience in life, but I was filled with them now. I had to move forward
with the plan; there was no other option. It was clear I was not walking
my own path. But there were so many ways I could fail! The Prophecy itself
might be nothing but a misleading myth. Or I might just slip up and be
caught.
The sentries at the edge of the city had certainly been reinforced; we
were expecting that. A small band of resistance members were taking a path
parallel to mine, armed and ready to fight. They would approach by the
same path I had used earlier, while I would veer off to the right and
enter another way. Each one of them knew they would as likely be met by a
hostile magic user as by an armed guard. They had nevertheless all
volunteered freely and gladly. I did not know whether Marcus was in that
group, or if he was following me, or if he had remained in the village.
As before, it was an overnight trip. Unlike before, a slight rain was
falling, enough to chill me thoroughly. If it kept up, there would likely
be no farm workers for me to join with in entering the city. I found the
group of boulders where I had camped that one previous night. This time,
at least, I was better provisioned, with food and with a tarp for shelter.
There was something comforting about being in that familiar place. It was
where I had first prayed. My prayers were more fervent by far this time.
Whether there was a God or not, I did not know, but I could not stop
myself asking for his help anyway.
The men and women of the resistance made me wonder. I didn't understand
how they could have faith from so long ago, nor how they could remain
positive and optimistic over such a long period. I couldn't understand how
Alwyn had made it through her 70-plus years of widowed exile, and yet be
such a joy to be with. Maybe there was some reality to their God. They had
a depth of character that demanded explanation. Maybe, too, my previous
prayers from this spot had really been answered, when I asked God to get
me in and out of the city safely. I just wished he had enabled me to fully
fix Jakob. Now it would be too late, if all went according to plan. I
prayed anyway: *God, would you get us all through this safely? Would you
please let me get Moranna out of power without causing worse trouble in
the process? And would you please, somehow, let us get Jakob all the way
back to normal?*
The drizzle continued the next morning. Weather predictions were unknown
here, for reasons I guessed had something to do with magical control of it
all. *Damned cold!* I thought. *Wish I could conjure up my own personal
dry space! But I'd better watch out--if I get power back and start using
it just to take care of myself like that, we're all in trouble!*
Down the mountain I climbed. There was no point going to the lookout
promontory this time; the rain prevented me from seeing the city from that
distance. I found the landmark given to me by one of the younger men of
the Council, and took my turn to the right. My heart was beating hard now-
-this would be the first great test of our plan.
Well, not quite the first. The real test had been in my own heart over the
past several days. The plan required me to give up this lovely womanhood I
was enjoying so much. Could I do it? Would I do it? I understood now, of
course, why Marcus knew he could not make a long-term commitment to me. I
wasn't so sure I understood why we couldn't have a little fun together
while there was still a chance. So it wasn't just this body I would be
giving up--it was the hope of a life with him. Curse it, Alwyn really knew
what she was doing when she had me spend time with Jakob. She knew what
she was doing when she waited so long to tell me the whole story. They had
all known. They had intentionally infected me with a disease I'd never
suffered before--the disease of caring for another person. I'd caught it
good. I could never have been trusted with magic without it. And now that
I was fully caught up in it, my decision, hard as it was, was inevitable.
I had also had to decide what to make of that Prophecy, of course. To me
it was just words, cryptic and probably worthless. What did make sense was
that bit about men being kept out of the Orb Chamber. There was enough to
go on there, that I was willing to try their crazy idea. Maybe, though,
once all was taken care of, I could find a way to be Marisa again, and be
with Marcus. There was always hope!--but for now, there was a mission to
carry out.
Thankfully, at this distance from the Orb it was impossible to maintain a
magical shield around the city, or maybe Moranna just hadn't thought of
it, because I saw no yellow aura in the path, or any other color. I was on
the alert for more mundane dangers--a man with a gun, most likely--though
I might also have run into a woman who could have used some stored-up
magical power on me.
I slowed my pace. I stayed upright, not creeping, not wanting to look as
if I was hiding. Someone behind me, a guard from the resistance, surely
was. Then--finally! I saw them in front of me: two guards, both armed and
alert. My previous visit, and Marcus's arrow, had definitely made an
impression on the city. I paused and waited, and listened. I heard the
noise of an axe on a tree, then repeated. That was my first signal. I was
ready. Two more axe chops.The rain intensified. I stepped forward and
called out in my friendliest, most womanly tone, "Hi there, guys!"
That caught them off guard! Their eyes were full on me--but then loud
shouts and sounds of gunfire from my left distracted them completely. They
gave each other a quick look, then one of them ran off to join the fight.
Only one remained to catch an arrow in his chest. I wondered if it had
come from Marcus again.
I stepped out of the woods onto the strawberry patch, not more than 100
yards from where I had done the same previously. No one was there to meld
in with. I realized then, though, what a gift the rain was: it was hiding
me from view! If I stayed low now, no one was likely to see me.
I moved as quickly as I dared. Alwyn had told me that the Orb's recharging
effects might reach even to the fields on the edge of the city, but at
that distance, it would take days for me to get a useful charge from it. I
had to get closer, and I had to do it as a hunted woman--the commotion at
the woods' edge would surely raise the guard throughout the city. I aimed
for a storage shed on the inner edge of the field. It was empty, save for
racks of tools. A safe hiding place, or an obvious place for them to
search? No, it was not part of the plan, so I paused just long enough to
catch my breath, and left.
I proceeded through the buildings of the farm, trying to act as if I did
it every day. A man and woman appeared from around the corner of a barn in
front of me. Their path appeared to be heading just across mine. *Surely
they can hear my heart pounding!* They drew nearer. They seemed to be
looking at me intently. I resisted the strong urge to run. The man nudged
the woman, and they headed straight at me. *Don't panic now!* I thought
desperately.
He walked straight up to me, and I had to acknowledge him. "Marisa?" he
asked. My heart sank. I'd been found. This was it.
"Roger and Marcus have asked us to take you to our house." I nearly
fainted with relief, as I had done when Marcus rescued me on my last
visit.
"How far is it?" I asked.
"Just a few hundred yards."
What a long "few hundred yards" that was! There would be more men here
with guns at any moment. There would be women wielding magic. I wished the
woman escorting me had had magic--but no, then I couldn't have trusted
her. Moranna would certainly know all the magic users and have them under
her control. A siren sounded--it couldn't have been more than half a mile
away. People everywhere were rushing into their homes and barns, all
except a few who were heading toward us. The man said, "It's okay to
hurry, just like everyone else is. We're almost there. That's it--nothing
to fear. There you go, in the door."
I wish I had thought it was safe in there. I stayed low, and far inside
The first searchers to arrive on the scene were men, and they stayed on
the street, guns drawn and ready. That was fine for now. The couple--I
didn't know there names yet--kept an eye out the window, telling me what
they were seeing. When they weren't praying out loud, that is. There was
little for them to tell me for the first half hour or so, but then their
report turned very, very chilling.
"There's a woman just arrived. She's walking up to the house across the
street. She's saying something to the people there. They've just come out
on the street. They're just standing there, stiff, like they're stuck in
that position. They're going to the next house now. God, please spare us
and Marisa!"
What could I do but echo their prayer! I stole a peek out the window. "She
has a kind of light orange aura on her. What level of magic is that?" I
asked.
"We don't know, we don't do magic," was their answer.
She went on from house to house. "Which way is the Orb?" I queried. "The
closer I get, the better."
They directed me to a room on the far side of the house. Out the window
there we could see more of the same, this time under the direction of a
blue-aura magic user. More would soon be coming, without a doubt. Somehow,
though, they seemed to be working all around the house I was in, as if
leaving it for last. I had to wonder if there really might be something to
this praying business after all.
Then came the dreaded knock on the door. If I had thought I could help my
the couple I would have, but I knew what the visitor was after. Me. I
rushed to the farthest corner of the house and hid. My hosts were probably
out on the street by now. Some woman was forcing their story out of them.
Someone would soon be in here searching for me. I waited, more frightened
by far than I had been even when Marcus first found me under a boulder.
And I waited. Nothing! What could be happening?
I had no clock to tell the time by, but it seemed like an hour before I
heard a door opening, and footsteps coming my way. I crouched, ready to
make a physical attack--maybe I could surprise a woman before she could
spring a spell on me. The footsteps paused just outside my room, and the
door opened--and it was my host couple! That despicable magic user had
sent them in to get me--just the same way Moranna had used my own men to
march me to her weeks ago! I sprang at the man.
"Stop, Marisa!" his wife cried. I didn't dare slow down. "Stop!" she
shrieked again. "It's okay, we're still on your side." I glanced at her,
and something in her face seemed believable. It dawned on me that the man
wasn't hitting back.
"What do you mean, you're still on my side? Didn't they make you expose
me?"
"They tried!" the woman answered. "But somehow it didn't work! I could
feel pressure to speak, but something was protecting us from it! Do you
remember our prayers? I think God answered!"
If I hadn't been crying so hard from relief I would have argued that point
with her.
***
Night had fallen, the rain had stopped, and while Moranna's men still
guarded the street corners, the magic-wielding women seemed to have gone,
and the house felt relatively safe. We had finally had time to trade
introductions so I could put names to my hosts: Richard and Alise. I asked
them if they knew whether I could get a recharge from the Orb this far out
from the city center.
"We don't know. It wouldn't be quick." *Maybe that's what really happened
a couple of hours ago,* I thought, *the woman who was grilling them just
lost her magic charge. I don't have to go for this prayer stuff yet.*
"But Alwyn sent instructions," they went on. "She said it would be wise
for you to lay low here a few days. If your magic comes back, fine; if
not, at least Moranna may relax her guard."
The next morning there were magic women back again in large numbers, and
wherever they went, a layer of color remained on the street behind them.
There was no telling what sorcery they were leaving there behind them.
Most people seemed to be going about their business in the ordinary way
once again, but of course the magic wasn't intended for them. Richard and
Alise and I knew we were better off staying put, waiting to see what would
happen to me. Once again I was trapped in a house in the city with nothing
to do. At least this time I was not alone. And I knew so much more than I
had the last time.
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