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Aislin drifted in her normal dreams, neither disturbing nor important
enough for her to remember when unexpectedly she found herself flying
high in the clouds. Below her lay all the great Kingdoms, seemingly rich
and full of life. Truly enjoying the feeling of flight, she shot forward
quickly covering the distance between her own Kingdom of Airthir and the
neighboring Kingdom of D?l Riata. Suddenly below her deep in the Forest
of Wyre, a great rift opened up. From deep beneath the ground, rich red
blood pushed upwards, like molten stone.
The rift did not close, but opened further with more of the red flood
now covering both kingdoms. From there it continued to spread its
destruction into the smaller Kingdoms to the south and the Grand Duchy
of Eilne to the north and the Grand Duchy of Osmond to the east.
The civilized lands, now covered in the red flood, became susceptible to
a strange darkness coming out of the north. Moving slowly south, the
darkness ravished the weakened kingdoms, leaving nothing but a rotting
wasteland.
As the last of them turned to dust, Aislin sat up. Rubbing her face with
her hands, she noticed that the sunrise remained hours away. Shivering
and not from the cold, she wrapped her arms around Macha hoping that
sleep would soon reclaim her after such a troubling dream.
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Macha let out a soft sigh, contented to find Aislin still in her arms
the next morning. With the slight chill in the air, the two sought
warmth with one another's bodies. However pleasurable it might be,
unfortunately Macha couldn't appreciate it fully as the illness had
worsened during the night.
"Sit still," a firm voice commanded her; looking down, Macha found
Aislin wide-awake and staring into her eyes.
"You should eat first." The young apprentice tried to pull back. Aislin
didn't have to do this now, perhaps get some food first but her love
would have none of that.
"Watch what I'm doing." Aislin sat up, ignoring their nudity as she
placed her hands on her friend's chest.
Suddenly feeling better, the young apprentice frowned. "I didn't see
anything, what did you do?"
Aislin sighed; surprisingly the healing didn't take a lot out of her.
Hopefully the rest of the day would go the same. Still, if Macha didn't
see what she was doing. "I was afraid you might say that. I'll try again
with grandmother, hopefully between the two of you..."
Macha's lips smothered her lasts words. "I can't believe how much better
I feel, it's as if I wasn't sick at all."
Breathing lightly, Aislin quivered at the tenderness of the kiss.
"Strange isn't it. Even Sir Miles felt instantly better."
Macha reached for one more kiss, as they reluctantly climbed out of bed.
Walking around the room, Aislin knew that if neither her grandmother nor
Macha could help, healing everyone was going to be impossible. Perhaps
she could find another way.
Macha smiled, thoroughly enjoying the view. She figured that Aislin
didn't even realize that she wasn't wearing any clothing. "Perhaps you
should get dressed, my sweet, before you head up to the castle."
"Oh." Aislin looked down and blushed, reaching to cover herself.
Giggling, Macha went to the other side of the room. "I'll help you
dress. Let's get a clean chemise on you; same outer dress as yesterday?"
Gillian had not been the only one to recognize the outfit as that of a
King's Healer.
Aislin frowned for a moment then nodded.
"Good." Macha started going through the trunk. Traditionally, the
daughter of a King's Healer, with the gift, would automatically become a
King's Healer herself. As the granddaughter of a Court Healer, Macha
understood that Aislin's past had all of the markings of some sort of
political trouble. Why would a King's Healer go into hiding, she didn't
know. Ina unfortunately refused to speak about it.
Why the secrecy?
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"You need to eat more." Ina poured another cup of tea for her
granddaughter.
Aislin made a face at the black liquid. Although it would keep her alert
for most of the day, the tea was never one of her favorites. "Gran, I
won't be able to move if I eat more."
Ignoring the tea, she reached instead for a small slice of cheese.
Popping it into her mouth, she decided she had had enough breakfast.
Aislin did understand the need for the food. Unfortunately, like Macha,
her grandmother had not been able to see how she healed the spirit. At
that moment, Gillian included they all insisted that she eat as much as
possible, as she had a lot to do today.
"Still, I'm surprised how quickly my body recovered; it's as if I wasn't
ill at all."
Aislin gave an amused chuckle, as she reluctantly picked up the cup of
tea and took a sip. The real possibility that she would have to heal all
of those inflicted with Black Stone illness, as they started to call it,
now seemed all too real.
Aislin knew her Gran spoke with Gillian during the night and now
believed the spread of the strange malady had been the result of either
unearthing or damaging the black obelisk. Still, moving such objects
although not uncommon had happened before, what was so special about
this one?
"I'm not sure if we can really call it an illness, Gran, it acts like
nothing I have seen or read about."
Macha poured a cup of tea, and then took a seat. "How do you feel? You
have seen everyone that has been ill but you yourself haven't come down
with this curse."
"Tired, nothing more, hopefully whatever allows me to remove the
illness, also protects me as well." Aislin gave a nervous smile. She had
indeed been lucky.
"I do not know of such things Milady, but perhaps you also have the
makings of a Thaumaturgist." Gillian stood near the hearth, slowly
stirring a pit of porridge.
"Well obviously you can heal the body and the spirit, so perhaps you do
have the ability to command those types of creatures. With a few more
powers, you'll even have the makings of a Sorceress." Macha giggled.
"Don't say such things even in jest," Ina exclaimed in irritation.
A pounding at the door made everyone jump.
"Miles?" Aislin stood as the Knight entered the cottage.
"Good morning to you all...Aislin." With a warm smile, he took her by the
hand and kissed it. "My dear lady, you have brought me back from the
very gates of the Abyss."
"I take it, Sir Miles, that you are here to take my granddaughter to the
castle?" Ina gave a half glance at her apprentice, who didn't seem
particularly happy with the Knight's affection given to her grandchild.
"Indeed Mistress, there are quite a number of gravely ill persons
desiring her attention."
Aislin nodded. "Let me get my bag."
"I'm coming with you today." Macha returned from the back with her own
bag. Catching Ina's eye, who nodded in agreement, she continued. "I
won't be able to heal but I can lend you my strength."
The Wise Woman and her apprentice had decided earlier that morning,
after their failed attempted to understand Aislin's spirit healing, that
Aislin needed the assistance of another healer. Macha was more than
capable and someone needed to be with her just in case she spent the
night in the Keep.
"Won't you need...?"
"No child." The Wise Woman began. "Gillian and I can easily see to the
sick in the village. Unfortunately, all we can do at this point is to
keep them comfortable until you can heal them."
The painful reality hit Aislin. Although she had to ability to fight the
curse, she could only heal one person at a time, even then only if her
strength allowed it. How many villagers were going to die, because she
didn't have that strength?
As the group left the cottage, she discovered a dozen armsmen and a
single horse at the ready. "No carriage." Not that she minded riding to
the castle but shouldn't here be two horses?
"Well no." Sir Miles looked startled, now understanding Mistress
Gillian's presence.
"Miles, does Nevan even know that you have come to take me back to the
castle?" Obviously, Miles had been unaware that Nevan had commanded
Mistress Gillian to accompany her.
"Sort of, I'm afraid that other matters have detained my cousin this
morning. We had a couple of young servants go missing during the night.
It's not uncommon, as they often run back to their village but one of
the girls was castle born and the daughter to one of our armsmen."
"So why the additional armsmen?" Aislin frowned finding herself angry at
the thought of someone taking advantage, during this time, to harm
another.
The Knight's voice was firm. "Three of my best men will accompany you as
you heal those in the castle. I do not know if we have a problem or not.
Even so, I will not leave you unguarded."
The young healer thanked Sir Miles, but was disappointed to find that a
number of armsmen in her escort were ill. "Some of these men are sick,
Miles; they should have been left in the castle."
The Knight shrugged. "Most of the armsmen in the barracks are ill,
Aislin."
"I see, now at least I know where to start but first I would like to see
to the most grievous ill in the village. Gran, let's start with
Jaralth."
"That will not be necessary." Colcothar, the village headman and
Rowena's father approached, followed by his wife and two elders. "He
dwells in the land of the dead now."
"No." Aislin hand flew to her mouth in distress.
"Master Loran died last night as well." Seara said accusingly, which was
news to the others in her group. "I just left Matilda with Rowena. With
her mother dying last winter, perhaps someone in the village will be
able to take her in as it now appears she is an orphan."
Macha stepped forward to hold Aislin's hand. She knew, although none of
it was her love's fault, that she would take each death personally.
Master Muir one of the village elders bowed. "Excuse me if we are
disturbing you, Sir Miles, but we heard that you were gravely ill. It
seems that perhaps it was nothing more than a rumor."
"Oh it was true, Goodman. It was a pleasure to discover yesterday that
Milady Aislin's beauty matches her healing ability." Sir Miles spoke to
all but his warm gaze was only for Aislin.
The young healer turned away embarrassed.
Seara had an exasperated look on her face as she walked past her husband
to confront Aislin. "If you're such an accomplished healer, why didn't
you attend those two men yesterday?"
Ina quickly stepped in the way, keeping Aislin behind her. "She was in
no condition to heal anyone when she returned from the Keep last night,
Seara."
Macha looked around, noticing that the argument had started to attract
others from the village. Macha lowered her voice to almost a whisper.
"Perhaps you should mount your horse, Aislin."
"How is it that after appearing so sick yesterday, you are now quite
fit, Ina? So, tell me did your grandchild heal the two of you last
night, leaving those poor men to die." A second woman, her voice filled
with scorn, approached the healer's cottage.
From behind her, more angry voices could be heard as the square slowly
filled with villagers.
"You know that's not true Una, she healed the two of us this morning"
Ina shook her head sadly. "Aislin would have healed Jaralth and Loran if
she had the strength but she was at the castle all day yesterday. In
fact, Sir Nevan has commanded her to return this morning."
"They're sick people in this village, why is she going to the castle at
all?" Master Tearlach, one of the elders shouted.
"My husband can't get out of bed."
"My daughter is sick; she can barely open her eyes," another woman cried
out, soon others were shouting at Aislin.
"Quiet." Sir Miles barked, his voice ringing with command. Mounting his
horse, he turned to the mob. "Milady Aislin has agreed to visit a few of
your homes today, be thankful for that. Afterwards she will be at the
Keep. Your own Wise Woman will take care of those ill until Milady
Aislin can find the time to return."
That small concession didn't seem to appease the villagers. Sir Miles
had enough, standing on his stirrups he shouted, "Disburse; back to your
homes. Sergeant, help these people along."
"You should visit Master Ian and Master Ronan before you head up to the
castle." The Wise Woman leaning forward whispered. "There was nothing
you could have done last night child."
Shocked at how quickly things seemed to get out of hand, Aislin just
nodded. Mounting she looked down at Macha with concern. Seeing her
troubled, the Knight smiled. "Don't worry; I will carry your friend."
Reaching down, he grabbed the young apprentice's hand and lifted her
onto the horse. Noticing that the armsmen had forced the villagers into
their homes, Sir Miles turned in the saddle. "You still wish to help
these...people."
Aislin sighed. "Yes."
Ina stepped forward to hold her grandchild's hand. "Take care and don't
push yourself. Allow Macha to help you; don't use all of your strength."
"I will, love you." She said with tears in her eyes.
"I love you too; Mistress Gillian and I will be fine. Now be off, you
have a busy day ahead of you."
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Aislin reflected that in the last few days she had almost drunk a river
of the red berry tea. Her grandmother had, as usual, been correct about
eating a large breakfast, as she had just spent the entire morning in
the barracks.
Not at all surprised to learn all of those seriously ill had been part
of the group that unearthed the obelisk, or had been standing guard over
it, she now rested in the west tower, in a room given to her for the
night, lunching with Constable Sinclair.
Macha smiled as one of the servants set down a platter of meats.
Although she couldn't see how her love healed the armsmen, the results
were astounding. Men who seemed on the verge of dying instead got ready
to stand watch for those who were still ill.
"It's simply amazing how much better I feel, Aislin."
The Constable returned from speaking to Aislin's escort, a wide smile on
his face. Motioning for one of the servants for a plate of food, he sat
down ready to enjoy lunch with his lovely guest.
Taking a bit of meat and cheese in hand, he said. "I'm sure you have
heard this all before, but you have your mother's eyes, although I can
see a bit of your father in you as well."
"You knew my parents." Aislin sat back surprised.
Constable Sinclair nodded, taking a large mouthful of ale before
answering. "Aye lass, they were fine people. In fact, that lift that the
food was brought up on is one of your father's designs."
Aislin twisted in her seat to watch one of the castle servants open a
small wooden door revealing a hole in the wall. Placing several empty
platters on a small wooden platform, the servant reached up pulling a
small lever, releasing the platform to slowly move down inside the cast
walls to the bottom of the keep.
"I knew he worked around our cottage."
"Yes, your mother was very pleased your father built a garderobes
(medieval bathroom) outside. I'm sure you're also aware, that the
irrigation system the farms use in the area was also built by your
father."
"No, I thought my father was a Sergeant in the King's army."
The Constable laughed, almost spilling his ale. "Who told you that
nonsense?"
"My grandmother."
"That woman." He shook his head in disgust. Looking at Aislin for a
moment, his left eyebrow rose a little. "Aislin, your father, if you
asked him, would tell you that he was one of the King's Engineers. He
was most proud of that accomplishment."
As casually as she could manage, Aislin asked. "My mother said he died
in battle, although she wouldn't talk much about it."
"No, Regan, your mother, took it rather hard." Looking down at his mug
the Constable said." She died more of a broken heart than anything else.
She also never forgave Duke Blathmac knowing her husband couldn't say no
to him, as the Duke came to your cottage personally to ask for your
father's assistance."
"I thought my father was an engineer?"
"Aye, he was the best, lass but..." The Constable looked up at Aislin
but not seeing her, his vision fixed on something in the past. "I never
saw a man who could command infantry the way he did. Your father could
even get untrained troops to perform well. He was a lot like his
father."
"My grandfather?"
"Yes, although I told you that you have your mother's eyes, you're a
mirror image of your grandmother when she was young. I understand now
why your father dressed you as a boy, he was always smart that one."
Aislin looked towards Macha who shrugged. The past few weeks had been
terribly confusing for the young healer. For her whole life, she had
been treated as a boy of no consequence, someone to be ridiculed and
scored. To the same people now, she appeared as a gentlewoman a member
of the nobility and a Kings Healer.
When Sir Miles invited her to dinner, it would have been easier to
appear dressed as a boy. From what Aislin gathered, she would not have
been harmed. Had this been her grandmother's plan the whole time?
"I see you're wearing your mother's medallion, although with your
ability it's rightfully yours. Keep it on you...it should offer you..." The
older man stopped talking, taking a long sip of ale before setting it
down.
Aislin lifted the golden disk into her hand running her fingers over the
runes. "Can you tell me more about my parents?"
"What has your grandmother told you?"
The young healer shrugged. "Not a lot."
"By the gods of battle, that woman and her secrets. Unfortunately,
Aislin, they are not mine to tell either. I suggest that you speak to
Lord Kelvin upon his return."
"Lord Kelvin?"
"Aye, now, don't be surprised lass if he isn't happy with you dressed as
you are, and he will not be pleased to discover that you have gained Sir
Nevan's interest."
Aislin blushed. "That had never been my intention."
The Constable roared in laughter. Rising from the table, he knelt in
front of Aislin. Taking a small gold and silver ring with a deep blue
stone set in its center ring from his finger, he presenting it to
Aislin.
"Milady, please take this symbol of my household. If you are ever in
need, send a messenger to me with this ring and I will come to your aid
with all possible speed. I owe your father a great deal, including my
life."
Satisfied, the Constable stood up rubbing his hands together. "Now come,
we have still have work to do. I haven't made my rounds in days, and
you, Milady, still have the ill to attend to."
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Even before the sunset, with the long shadows of the afternoon hiding
its approach, the shadow cat came across a pair of unsuspecting young
girls taking down the wash. Later in the evening, the creature found
another girl, this time alone, returning from the creek with a bucket of
water for an ill relative.
Now long past midnight, it sat on top of the village's mill. For some
reason, it could feel a pull to this particular village. Finally
understanding why, it dropped to the ground before silently moving
through the streets peering every so often into windows. If anyone had
been near the shadow creature, they would have heard what sounded like
an amused chuckle. The amusement faded however when it reached the
healer's cottage.
Circling the structure several times, the creature tried to get closer
but found that something barred its entrance. Knowing that it could
force an entrance if necessary, the cat sat in the center of the road
annoyed.
Staring at the cottage, it suddenly took flight, finding a comfortable
spot high in the trees. At least it could tell that someone with power
resided inside, but not enough to be of real use. Hopefully whoever had
created the powerful wards that protected the inhabitants would return
home soon.
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