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Aislin leaned back suppressing a sigh, with a mug of red-leaf tea in her
hand; its warmth slowly seeped into her bones. Only moments before, she
had awoken unhappily to find herself in the Castle's Solar.
Right off the Great Hall, the Solar was the entrance to Lord Kelvin and
his family's private residence; with its warm atmosphere and beautiful
furnishings, it was a living area in which the family could find peace
from the hectic work going on inside the castle. The same space now
allowed Aislin to contemplate what exactly had happened during Sir Miles
odd healing.
Taking another sip of tea, she had to smile. To everyone's surprise,
including her own, the healing turned out better than expected,
especially when Sir Miles actually tried to immediately get out of bed.
Aislin however, didn't fare as well, but she knew the fault was hers.
Not understanding how much strength would be needed, she threw all of
her power into the healing. Thankfully, Sir Nevan caught her before she
collapsed on the floor. To save from further embarrassment, as the group
passed through the Solar, Aislin was awake enough at least to tell him
not to put her in a bedroom.
"You should eat something, Milady." Gillian shook her head in wonder
upon reentering the room. To her surprise, the young healer woke up in
Sir Nevan's arms demanding to be put down. What surprised her even more,
the young healer should have collapsed hours ago, not be sitting in a
chair drinking tea.
"So have you assisted Mistress Olina as well?" From the herbal tea and
food placed before her, Aislin surmised that this was not the first time
the older servant had helped a healer who had pushed herself a little
too far.
The older woman replied, her eyes sharp and assessing as the set down
another platter of dried fruit. "Yes Milady, she knew I had spent a
number of years working for the King's Healers."
"Oh." Aislin gave a half smile, a blush like a shadow running over her
checks; so much for someone not recognizing the dress.
Her eyes now full of mirth, Gillian explained, "I followed my late
husband, may the gods grant him rest, on campaign when the old King
fought against the Troda?."
"During the wars on the Western Coast?"
Although she had never been one to be interested in wars, Aislin enjoyed
reading about Kingdom history and already knew a little about the
warrior race.
For many years, the warriors raided the Kingdom from across the Western
Sea, burning towns and villages up and down the western seacoast. At
times, even the Kings of several coastal Kingdoms would pay the Troda?
not to invade their lands.
Finally, under the strong rule of Giric, the old King marched his
armies' westward making war against the Troda? strongholds. With the
help of the Kingdom Engineers, they also ended up reinforcing all of the
western towns' defenses. With the campaigns being so successful, the
Troda? raiders had almost vanished as a threat from the western coast.
It was also the last time the Kingdom of D?l Riata, another coastal
Kingdom that bordered their lands to the southwest, had allied against
the raiders. With the Troda? no longer a threat, the two counties had
been at a constant state of war, clashing over villages and towns to the
west and south of her village.
"Yes Milady, he fought under King Conall's banner, that is, when he was
still a Count," she said proudly.
"Well, I for one am very glad you here." Giving her new assistant a
grateful smile, Aislin asked. "Oh, do we have any more of that cheese
from lunch?"
After a few more bites of food, feeling better, the young healer tried
to understand what exactly took place when she healed Miles. One thing
for certain, his spirit had been repaired, something as a healer she
should not have been able to do.
As a general rules, the spirit world was the domain of the
Thaumaturgist, who summoned sprites or elementals to do their bidding.
Even the rare Seer, such as the Milady Tiresias, who worked for the
King, used her gift of augury to peek into the spirit world for her
divinations.
But Healers, although they could feel the energies that surrounded their
patients, often using it as a way to direct their own magic, could not
touch it directly. To be able to actually heal the spirit had not seemed
possible until today. Sir Miles' condition just didn't give Aislin much
of a choice.
Odder still, having helped her grandmother for a number of years, she
had come across a number of illnesses. The damage done to Miles seemed
more like a wound.
"It was almost as if he was attacked." Aislin said to herself, her mouth
half filled with bread. If so, where did the attack come from? Suddenly,
the bread tasted like ash.
It all made sense; her grandmother had expected something to happen with
the removal of the monolith but it actually had been damaged during its
discovery. Where was the black stone now? Was it still in the castle?
"Milady?" Gillian asked her voice filled with concern.
"Where is Sir Nevan?"
"I'm not sure Milady, do you need him?"
"I do but I would like to heal one more person." Aislin looked
thoughtful, as she motioned for the older woman to take a seat.
First things first, Aislin knew that since lunch, Mistress Gillian had
started not to feel well. Perhaps healing her, who just started being
ill, might give a better understanding of what needed to be done. It
should also take less strength compared to Miles, who was on deaths
door. Hopefully then, Aislin would then be able to explain to her
grandmother and Macha how she had healed Sir Miles; right now she had no
clue.
"Is that terribly wise Milady, considering how much work you have done
today?" Her voice drifted to a hushed whisper, it really wasn't her
place to question Milady but she was concerned. Still, most of the
King's Healers gave no thought to working past the point of exhaustion
to the detriment of their own health.
Aislin nodded in understanding. "I cannot do this by myself, I won't
last very long. So I must be able to explain it to the other healers."
"Oh you mean the Wise Women of your village?" A number of times during
the day, the older woman had wanted to inquire why a King's Healer had
been living in a small village.
"Exactly, so Mistress Gillian, I know you haven't been feeling well."
The surprised look on the servant's face only lasted a moment, of course
Milady Aislin had noticed. Holding her hands, Aislin released her
healing senses. Positive that some force disrupted the natural balance,
she slowly repaired the damage done to Gillian's spirit.
As for Sir Miles, he had been fortunate, his body and spirit had almost
separated, which would most assuredly been fatal. The second spirit
healing did not take as long, but the young healer still ended up
swaying in her seat as if drunk.
"Milady!" she reached out to grab her in shock, but pulled her hands
back.
Aislin began to run her temples, feeling suddenly drained. "How do you
feel?"
"Just fine now let's...Oh, I am feeling better."
"Good, as I hoped." Sitting back, Aislin closed her eyes, surprised at
how much the healing sapped her strength. She now had little hope that
this damage would heal on its own; there was no choice but to believe
that her grandmother and Macha could help. Otherwise, the prospect of
healing all those afflicted in both the castle and the village seemed
rather daunting.
"Why are you still awake?" Sir Nevan lounged casually against the
doorframe, his words full of concern.
After quickly filling him in on what happened and how the healing with
Miles went, Sir Nevan looked less than pleased.
"I still don't see why you have to go back to the village tonight,
Aislin." Sir Nevan grumbled unhappily, as they left the Solar. At least
she was wise enough not to get back on a horse. Motioning to one of the
guards, he informed him of the need for an escort and the carriage.
Passing through the Great Hall, she lowered her voice in volume. "Nevan,
I need to speak to my grandmother. There are too many people sick now.
If the two of them can help those in the village, then I'll be able to
spend all of my time in the castle."
"What happens if your grandmother and her apprentice cannot?" The young
Knight kept his voice down as well, if the entire castle discovered how
difficult the task of healing was to be there could be trouble.
The young healer looked down. "I don't know."
Sir Nevan reached over and gently took her by the hand. "Either way it's
not your fault."
"Am I that obvious?" Aislin laughed.
"Yes." The young Knight smiled. "I also think you are correct though,
moving the black stone must be the cause of the illness." Nevan cursed
himself; it had been against his better judgment to move the stone. If
Master Maolmuire wanted to study the obelisk, he should have made the
trip to the forest.
Entering the courtyard, Sir Nevan motioned for the carriage to come
forward. Aislin looked up surprise; a half a dozen men-at-arms were
mounted riding right behind the carriage.
"In the morning, I'll send a detachment to try and catch up with Sargent
Aed. If what you're telling me is true, all of his men might already be
sick. We will also do as you suggest and bring the stone back here and
leave it in the tourney field." The field lay on the other side of the
castle, near the lake and isolated.
Aislin grimaced, worried about the armsmen who had been away from the
castle for two days. Another part of her was concerned that the damaged
black stone might spread the illness to other villages as well.
"The Royal Thaumaturgist, although he insisted that we unearth the stone
would still be the best person to study it. If I'm not mistaken the
village Farrier, who first became ill, also found the obelisk."
"Mistress Gillian, if you would please accompany Milady Aislin for the
evening." Sir Nevan motioned the old servant forward.
"Nevan..."
"Your grandmother has her apprentice, you need the help and it would
make me feel better if someone watched over you." From Sir Nevan's
expression, Aislin could see this wasn't something that he was going to
back down from.
Sir Nevan knew that Aislin, if given the chance, would try to heal some
of the villagers. When he took her by the hand, the young Knight noticed
the very unsteady way in which she walked. Taking the servant aside he
expressed how unhappy he would be if Aislin started healing before the
morning.
Climbing into the carriage, Sir Nevan took Aislin by the hand and kissed
it. "I will send someone for you in the morning. "
Raising her fine arched eyebrows, she started to protest then relented
seeing the determination in his eyes. He completely understood the
situation. If her grandmother and Macha were unable to help, people were
going to die.
Sir Nevan felt terrible about the situation but he had responsibilities
that lay outside the small village in which Aislin lived. For the castle
to run properly and to be able to protect her own village and the other
villages in Lord Kelvin's lands, it was essential that members of the
Keep be healed first.
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Tired from her day's work, Aislin spoke very little as the group made
its way across Lord Kelvin's land with the carriage entering the village
long after nightfall. Looking about, from what Aislin could tell, most
of the households were still awake. For a people that awoke with the
dawn, that meant that a good portion of the village was now ill.
As Gillian watched the carriage and escorts depart, she asked with a
little tremor in her voice. "Do you really believe it to be a curse,
Milady?"
The two had spoken a little about it just as they were leaving the keep
but stopped, it was an uncomfortable discussion. Curses were old magic,
dark magic that most thought were only in stories. Some magics powerful
enough to destroy the mind, body and spirit in turn created creatures
out of nightmares.
Old names best left forgotten such as Athr?, shifters who took the image
of your beloved or the Caoranach, shadowy creatures that kidnapped young
girls to be used as sacrifices by the Black Sorceress.
"I don't know if it's a cure but it's a good as explanation as any. I
really don't know, Gillian. Whatever malady has befallen those in the
castle and village it's no illness. What makes me very concerned, if I
hadn't healed Sir Miles this afternoon most likely he would have not
survived the night."
Looking around the darkened village once last time, she felt conflicted.
Not because they had always treated her poorly, that never entered
Aislin's mind; no, she knew that she was needed here as well. However,
as much the young healer hated to admit it, it was beyond her capacity
tonight. Moreover, with it beyond her capacity there was a good chance
people were going to start dying tonight.
As two women entered the cottage, Aislin started to call out for her
grandmother but upon seeing her walk out the back room, the young woman
ran over to embrace the Wise Woman.
"Why are you here, child?" Ina looked down at her grandchild concerned
the girl was exhausted.
"I was worried about you." She closed her eyes, resting her head on her
grandmother shoulder. Panic gripped her heart. Throwing her healing
senses out, she had to know if the illness had progressed.
"Aislin." The Wise Woman pulled the child back from the embrace, knowing
exactly what was going on. "I'm fine, so I hope that wasn't the only
reason you're here. Sir Nevan shouldn't have let you leave, you're about
to fall over."
"I already did that once today." Standing back, she sniffed. "There are
things I need to tell you. " Swallowing hard, Aislin held back tears as
she introduced her companion. "Gran, this is Mistress Gillian, she has
been helping me all day."
"Thank you for taking care of my granddaughter. I assume she didn't give
you any trouble."
"Gran..." Aislin groaned then frowned. "Where is Macha?"
"She's not feeling very well I'm afraid. You should let..."
Heading towards the backroom, before her grandmother could finish,
Aislin went to look for her friend with any thoughts of her own well-
being falling to the wayside. Macha was sick and she could do something
about it.
"Macha?"
Walking through the bedroom door, Aislin's heart suddenly lurched madly.
Her friend lay on the bed; her eyes suddenly opened as Aislin stepped
into the room. Something clicked deep inside her heart, Aislin just
realized all she wanted to do at that moment was throw herself into
Macha's arms.
"I thought you were going to spend the night at the castle." Her
friend's eyes sparkled with pleasure, though so exhausted she could
hardly make herself sit up in the bed.
Reaching out for each other's hands, Aislin gulped hard; touching Macha
with her healing senses required too much effort. Even without them, she
could tell like her grandmother, Macha's illness would soon pose a
problem.
As the two soaked up each other's presence, Macha said. "I'm more tired
than sick." Pulling Aislin's hand to her cheek, she smiled contentedly.
"But I'm happy to see you."
"You need to take better care of yourself." Aislin chided her, her own
steel blue eyes filled with fatigue.
"So should you." Ina walked into the room with Gillian right behind her.
"What the good Mistress here has been telling me, you were able to heal
Sir Miles."
"Did you really, Aislin?" Macha sat up, but still not letting go of her
friend's hand.
Aislin sighed. "I did but it's a little more complicated than a simple
healing." Taking a deep breath, she started to bring them up to date.
The Wise Woman and her apprentice stared at one another in shock. What
Aislin just explained didn't seem possible.
"How did you?" Macha looked at her friend in wonder.
"I don't know, hopefully I can show you..."
"Tomorrow." Mistress Gillian looked at Ina who nodded.
Sir Nevan had been emphatic about his desires that Aislin healed no more
today. The older woman could tell that the young healer wanted to heal
both her grandmother and her apprentice.
"Mistress Gillian will share a bed with me tonight; I suggest that the
two of you get some sleep."
Waiting for the door to close, Macha turned with a seductive smile on
her lips. "Let me help you undress."
Before Aislin could say anything, the young apprentice pressed her lips
against hers. The kiss was warm, inviting sending a shock wave of
pleasure through her body. Aislin gasped, as her clothes started to fall
gently to the floor. Slowly, methodically she could feel gentle touches
as ties and belts from her dress were removed.
When the last article of clothing hit the floor, Macha took Aislin by
the hand gently easing her down into bed. Any thoughts of objecting were
covered up by soft delicate kisses.
Now lost in the sweet taste of Macha's lips, she moaned as she felt warm
hands moving across her body once more. The kisses became more urgent,
their touches hungrier but Aislin fought a losing battle. Closing her
eyes, she dropped her chin on Macha's chest and sighed with pleasure.
Macha silently giggled, although feeling Aislin's growing passion, her
love had fallen asleep. Closing her own eyes, she snuggled up, wrapping
their legs together. Her love and her desire for Aislin seemed
overwhelming sometimes. Suddenly, a sense of protectiveness washed over
her. The days ahead were going to be difficult for Aislin but no matter
what, she would always be by her side.
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"So you and the Sergeant seem close."
Two servants made their way from one of the towers, empty platters and
cups in hands.
The younger of the two women smiled to herself as she spoke. "Promise
you won't say anything but me mum spoke with Alaric."
"So, it's Alaric, now. Well then, I expect you be wearing yellow ribbons
in your hair soon."
Nodding, she was disappointed at her friend lack of excitement. "Marla,
what's the matter?"
"Nothing, it's just you getting married and all and I almost twenty with
no hopes of marriage."
"Don't say that."
"Tis true, Selene you have a good dowry. My mum has very little with all
of my brothers and sisters to feed." Like many, Marla arrived at the
Keep looking for work to help out her family back at her village. If
nothing else, it was one less mouth to feed at home.
"You should do what my own mother did; she too didn't have a decent
dowry being an orphan and all. Follow the drum."
"What?"
"Listen, when the King calls up levies march out with the men. They
always need someone to wash their clothes and cook their meals."
"I'm no camp follower," Marla said angrily.
"No, don't be daft. Me mum, don't you see, walked through the camp and
found the most handsome of men. He was what you call a file leader. He
has men under him, making him important. For a bit of coin, agree to
cook for his men, wash their clothes and the like."
"And what then?"
"You know." Selene smiled. "Be nice, pay particular close attention to
him. Men always likes when a woman is willing to take care of them."
"I'll think about it." Suddenly the two of them looked at one another
and started to giggle.
Crossing the courtyard on their way back to the kitchens, the two women
missed a catlike shadow lurking just out of the torch light.
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