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Part Four- Mother Rena's gift
She woke to the sound of a thrush singing as it perched on the
windowsill. She turned her bleary eyes on it as it chirped at her. As
she shifted her body in the bed to get up the startled bird flew quickly
out of the window into the morning light.
She was still so tired. Her old bones ached in the morning chill, but
for the first time in weeks she did not feel the urgency that had driven
her over the long dusty roads from the keep she had lived so many years
in.
When the mistress had fled she was the one who had taken the brunt of
the lord's anger for a time. For the first few days after it became
clear that her mistress was gone she was certain that he would order his
men to kill her since he could not lay his hands on the gypsy who had
bewitched his daughter. Instead she had been banished from her position
and reduced to a scullery maid. She labored in the bowels of the
household for months, enduring the petty schemes of those who now had
the chance to lash out at one who had once been higher than them.
She had been careful through all her years to treat others as kindly as
had been in her power to do so. Most of the servants in the keep knew
that and showed her some kindness when it would not place them in
danger. There were always those who were spiteful though. The
frustrated, angry people who, when given the opportunity for revenge on
any who could stand in for those who had truly wronged them, eagerly
seized their chance.
Most people referred to her now as that old woman as if they did not
wish to draw attention to which old woman and did not want to attract
ill favor to themselves by speaking her name. The others, the ones who
saw her as a vent for their anger had more specific names for her. Those
that still treated her kindly, ignoring the danger of their actions
called her mother Rena.
Mother Rena toiled in her low position with no complaint. She had
endured a great many things over her long life and had long ago
developed a pragmatic, if fatalistic view on her life. She had not
thought that she would ever leave the kitchens again, but she satisfied
herself that she still had life, food and a home no matter how mean its
conditions. She labored, she tired and she rested when she could. She
took the small kindnesses offered her when they arrived and endured the
slights and humiliations that others directed at her.
She did have one desire remaining. The desire to ensure the safety of
the woman she had cared for since she was born, the one she had nurtured
and stood by as she grew into a woman and who had now fled far away. She
kept track of when each man had left to return her mistress to the lord.
Her old ears constantly listened for each scrap of information that
would tell her anything about what her little girl's condition was and
she celebrated in her heart each day that her mistress remained far from
her father's grasp.
She heard of the lord's plan for what he would do once she was returned
to him and resolved to her soul that, no matter the cost to her, she
would not allow him to do it. When the lord and his banner men assembled
to move on the gypsy's stronghold she quietly joined the assembled camp
followers and made the long journey with them to that mystical ruin.
Her old eyes kept watch as they encamped outside the barrier. She
watched one after another as men entered and did not return. Late in the
evening when she was finally ready, she slowly made her way to the privy
just at the edge of the camp and kept walking on into the darkness.
In the moonlight she slowly lurched across the forested border and made
her way through the branches and undergrowth until she reached the
crumbling walls. She found the cold stone looming over her in the
darkness and made her way to the gate using its dark bulk to guide her
through the tangled underbrush. As she stood by the ruined gate to rest
for a few minutes, before passing through into the better lit enclosure,
she heard a rough raspy voice telling her not to move and to explain why
she was here.
She could not see who had spoken, but she had already come so far she
was not going to be halted until she had warned her child of what her
father intended. She spoke in her thready voice to the unseen
challenger. She told that she had come to speak to the mistress, that
she brought her a warning and that she must be taken to her.
She heard a rumbling grinding sound and her gnarled hands clutched her
walking stick tightly as men cast in stone moved from out of the
shadows. They did not speak to her but she understood that she was to be
allowed inside the walls. As she moved with her hobbling arthritic walk
down the path to the temple building she saw that there were four of the
stone men who had detached themselves from the shadows and now escorted
her silently up the path.
They climbed the broad steps, past the ancient altar and entered the
temple building. The shadows cast by the torches in brackets lighting
the room did not dispel the gloom of the upper reaches. She could see
the great platform that stretched across the width of the room, but
other than the shadowy seated figure above there was little her cataract
clouded eyes could make out clearly.
The stone men stopped and she leaned against her staff waiting. One of
the stone men spoke to the figure above. Perhaps it was the same one who
spoke with her at the gate. She could not be sure. It said that she had
come to the gate seeking audience with the mistress.
When she heard the soft voice of her child ask who it was that came,
mother Rena lowered the hood of her traveling cloak from her face and
looked up into the shadows above. She heard a squeal of happiness
followed by quick steps on the stairs above and felt herself nearly
knocked over by her beloved child's embrace.
"Mother Rena." She said in barely concealed joy. "How can you be here? I
thought I would never see you again." Mother Rena felt tears well in her
eyes and embraced her tightly in return. Her young mistress took her by
the hand and began to lead her away, she glanced to the stone men.
"Leave us, this is Mother Rena. She would sooner harm herself than me.
She is to be as precious to you as I am." she said.
The stone men bowed their heads and turned toward the door. "As you say
Master Nalice." echoed the one who had spoken before. They began walking
heavily out of the building back to the gate with only the grinding
sound of stone on stone to mark their passing.
"Nalice? Why do they use this name for you?" Mother Rena asked puzzled
as the stone men walked away.
"It is the name I have taken here, mother Rena" she said embracing her
again. "I broke with my past when I fled and in this place I have been
reborn. I took this name as a token of how I would be the one to forge
myself each day forward and not be chained to what others chose for me.
But that is a talk we can have later. How have you come here, I thought
you still in my father's keep?" The young woman stopped, raised one hand
between her eyes and shook her head. "I'm so foolish. Seeing you brings
me such happiness, yet here you are after enduring so much and I speak
to you as if you have come from no further than across the hall. Of
course we will speak but, first we must get you a place to rest and then
you can tell me everything."
She led mother Rena from the cavernous room and walked with her slowly
in the moonlight to the dark bulk of the long insula near the temple. As
they walked Nalice told her of what she had done since she fled to
follow her lover. How they had together restored this place to the haven
it was meant to be. Mother Rena wanted to tell her right away of the
danger from Nalice's father, of what his intentions were once he had her
firmly in his hands again, but hearing about the happiness her child had
found was more important to her at the moment and she held her tongue.
Nalice led her to a small room at the end of the building and helped her
ease her weary bones onto the small bed. Nalice filled a small cup with
wine from a nearby table and pressed it into her hand. Mother Rena
thankfully drank some of it and looked at the young woman she had cared
for first as governess and later as her matron.
She reached for Nalice's hand feeling the soft young flesh against her
paper thin skin. "I had to come to you child." She said. "You had to
know what it is that your father plans for you."
Mother Rena breathed deeply and began telling her everything that had
passed since her disappearance. She told her of how enraged the lord was
when it was clear that she was not merely lost but had fled. She told
her at first he suspected that she had been taken but when it became
clear that her choice had been made to defy his plans he became frantic.
Her flight nearly caused a breach between her father and the man who she
was to be betrothed to. Only the substitution of her younger sister had
avoided that outcome, and only then because the Duke preferred the flesh
of younger women.
But healing that breach had wrecked his other plans. She told him how
she had listened to the gossip winging its way from mouth to mouth until
she had been certain of what was true and what was exaggeration. Nalice
asked her what she heard of his plans. Mother Rena spoke of how
horrified many were when what the lord had decided became confirmed by
an emissary of the Church. She looked to her child and her head bent
with sadness.
"He means to send you to the convent at St. Seline child, to join those
who are given over to Monsignor Ducatel." Mother Rena watched Nalice's
brow furrow darkly as she told her.
"So he means to make me one of that creatures whores then." She said
coldly. "I knew him to be without redemption, but I thought even he
might balk at such a despicable action." Mother Rena looked down at her
upturned hands resting on her thighs. Some of the tears she had already
shed glistened wetly on her palms.
"He sees it as a chance to curry favor with Ducatel's family and with
the Church." Mother Rena said softly. "He plans on sending a missive
with you when you are delivered to Ducatel to further gain favor by
making it clear that there are no consequences after you are his."
Nalice knew of Ducatel and his 'convent', even the common folk had some
notion of the rumors that passed out of those high walls. It had long
been a dumping ground for inconvenient females that their families
wanted quietly out of the way. The church had not wanted to offend his
family when it became obvious that he had no talent for his vocation.
They solved the problem by giving him mastery over that place. He was
the jailer and hand to punish those deemed unworthy. And the Church was
pleased that by finding his vocation their action served to keep them in
his family's good graces. The remote convent soon became notorious and
was frequently invoked as a warning to young girls.
Usually those women who were sent there were those who preferred the
touch of other women but there were also many who had defied their
families will for them in some way as well. Most turned a blind eye, but
there were some in the church that more or less openly approved of
Ducatel debauching them as his personal harem. They rationalized it as
bringing those disobedient women from sin to some form of salvation by
their submission to the rule of this man as God had decreed that they
should. More important to them than what Ducatel did to the women, was
their insistence that by forcing those with unnatural appetites to
accept their natural use as women, rather than remain enslaved to their
own sinful desires, their souls were then rescued as well. They much
preferred that when Ducatel's nuns entered the confessional that they
ask forgiveness for being whores they were.
Nalice listened to Mother Rena as she told her other details that she
had heard and when the old woman has said everything she reached for one
of her hand and took it in both of hers.
"Mother Rena," she said, "you have endured so much to bring this to me.
I want you to know that you need not ever fear for me. I will never be
brought to Ducatel to be his plaything. The golems that met you at the
gate are but a few of many and they are the least of the protectors that
guard these walls."
She leaned over and embraced Mother Rena. "I am safe here. I am happy
and I have greater strength than my enemies suspect. My father will
never have power over me again." Mother Rena leaned against her child.
Nalice helped ease her down to lie on the bed. "Rest now, Mother Rena"
She said tenderly, "We are both safe now." Mother Rena heard her rise,
blow out the candles and take her leave. She felt her body sag with
relief against the mattress beneath her and slipped into exhausted
sleep.
Nalice felt the old woman sink into sleep. She stood outside the small
room and listened to her ragged breathing deepen. Only when she was
satisfied that she was cradled by Morpheus did she reached through the
nether to further deepen the old woman's sleep. It was important that
she be completely sealed in her slumber. Nalice moved quietly back into
the room and moved a stool to the head of the bed. She sat down and
cradled the sleeping woman's head between her hands.
She entered the depths of the sleeping mind and sensed the disparate
minds crowding together in the same space. It was time to bring them
together as one. She passed her hands through each of the tapestries she
had woven in turn and began to choose strands from the best of each of
them. Strands that would bind and shape. Each creating a design that
would serve her when the pattern that clothed this one was complete.
From the thief she chose the twin foundations of his hatred of the worst
of men. Those that strutted like proud peacocks and used their strength
not as protectors but to serve themselves and to destroy. To that she
joined his burgeoning addiction to the pleasure of serving in submission
to another. She reached deeper and now joined that pleasure to the
contrast of the whore's last night with all the nights before. The
similar experiences of both were welded together and flowed into each
other. Their shared hatred stood as a bridge to the whore's deep loyalty
and love. Into that devotion based on gratitude and kindness shown to
one broken was melded and tempered by the old woman's deep devotion to
fiercely protect one that would always be her child no matter the cost.
She smoothed the rough edges of the blended souls and locked this
amalgamation away to rest waiting to be released. There still remained
the final piece; a piece that still needed further shaping but it would
come in time. She sealed her work away waiting for the time she would
release it and allowed the old woman to enter a deeper healing rest. She
eased her hands away rose and left the room.
Mother Rena wished the thrush had not departed so hastily. Her old bones
were no threat but she understood that better than the bird. As she sat
upright her frail shoulders convulsed for several minutes in coughs that
wracked her body. As she removed the cloth from her mouth she could see
smears of blood mixed in with the phlegm. She took as deep a breath as
she dared against the aftermath of her morning coughing fit and moved to
rise and leave the room.
As she made her slow halting path down the veranda she appreciated the
peace and the beauty of the place. She shifted her aching legs down the
stairs while clutching the rail. She reflected how she would have
hurtled down even this short stairway at a breakneck pace years ago but
now she could barely hobble her way down them. She had seen Nalice in
the atrium below as she made her way down the long veranda. Nalice's
countenance brightened at seeing her moving about and she had beaconed
Mother Rena to join her.
After she had reached one of the stone benches and sat gratefully down,
Nalice had made a great fuss over her. She pressed food from the tray
nearby into her Mother Rena's hands and insisted that she eat. As the
old woman slowly did she listened to Nalice as she spoke more of the
work that had transformed this place from a ruin to a shelter. When she
could eat no more, Nalice took her by the hand and led her from the
atrium into the garden beside the temple. They walked between the
flowerbeds and sculpted shrubbery. A morning breeze blew gently over
them as the sun slowly climbed and warmed them.
Near the wide pool of water marked with the cardinal directions they
stopped. Nalice helped Mother Rena as she sat on the cool stone to rest.
She was so tired still. Even a nights rest had done little to restore
her strength and she was grateful to sit amid the beauty of the garden.
"I have something to ask of you, Mother Rena." Nalice said as she slowly
lowered herself to the stone beside Mother Rena. Mother Rena turned her
rheumy eyes toward the young woman and waited quietly.
"I want you to stay here and continue to serve me. I need you if I am to
face what is to come."
Mother Rena slowly lowered her head, a few strands of grey hair slid
from beneath her wimple. "I don't see how I can do that child," she
answered. "I'm too old, too worn out now. Coming to warn you took all I
had in me. There's nothing left of me anymore."
Nalice reached for the old woman's age knotted hands and held them
between her own. "Say yes and none of that will matter. I will give you
what you need to be the strong right hand to continue protecting me as
you always have."
Mother Rena raised her eyes to Nalice. "If you can do that then I will.
I will." Nalice stood. "Close your eyes Mother Rena," she said. Mother
Rena closed her eyes and felt a wave of power radiating toward her. It
moved toward her, enveloping and caressing her. Through her eyelids she
could feel the waves throbbing around her. It sank deep into her and
settled in her bones. She gave a short gasp as she felt her heart steady
and began to thump with renewed strength. "Keep your eyes closed
Mother," Nalice said softly. "You are still too weak to do more." Mother
Rena nodded and remained silent. Old bones ceased to ache. She felt a
warm heat on her eyes beneath the closed lids. Her breathing came with
greater ease. The trembling palsy in her hands faded and vanished. She
felt stronger with each breath she took.
The pulsing began to retreat. It washed away from her as a receding
tide. "Open your eyes, Mother Rena" she heard Nalice say to her. As her
eyes slowly parted the first thing that struck her was the brightness of
the colors around her. She inhaled deeply and felt for the first time in
years the pleasure of a painless breath. She looked down at her hands
and saw the firm flesh and clear skin of a much younger woman. She
looked up at Nalice. "Domina, how can you do this?" Nalice reached down
and caressed the smooth skin of her face. "The same way I restored this
sanctuary, I gave you back to a time when you were strong." She reached
down and took Rena by the hand and lifted her up to her feet. Rena felt
her muscles moving easily beneath her supple skin. Nalice led her away
from the fountain. "You will need to rest, Rena. The power will need you
to sleep while it does as I bid it. When you are recovered come to me in
the temple." She leaned forward and kissed Rena, then turned and walked
gracefully away.
Rena felt so much stronger when she awoke. She stretched luxuriantly
relishing the lack of the pains she had lived so long with. She marveled
at her feeling of health. She had not been able to move so freely in so
many years. She pulled her matron's wimple from her head. Her hair
tumbled down from its restraint long, thick and a lustrous black.
Whatever the magic had done as it worked its transformation had caused
her clothes to stink of invalids sweat. She pulled the sodden clothing
from her body and stood naked in the small chamber for a moment. She ran
her hands down the smooth skin she had not known in so long. She felt
the heft of her breasts as they hung unwithered from her. The vibrancy
of the colors she had only seen dimly for years made her catch her
breath again.
She poured water into a basin and washed herself before dressing again.
The matrons clothing she had worn she left in a pile against the wall.
Some of the clothing in the basket fit well enough so she slowly draped
herself in it, relishing the feel of it against her flesh. When she felt
presentable she left the room and walked easily down the veranda to the
stairs. She nearly skipped in glee down them. If she had not been needed
by Domina she would have indulged herself by running up and down them a
few times. Later then, she promised herself.
Nalice was sitting again on the stone bench in the insula's courtyard.
Rena had no idea how long she had lain unconscious as the magic had
worked its will with her flesh. As she came close Nalice rose and
gathered her into an embrace.
"It pleases me to see you restored," she said to Rena.
"It pleases me that you are pleased Domina," she answered. Nalice
motioned for her to walk with her and they slowly made their way to the
temple just beyond the arched entrance. There was no sense of urgency as
they walked, just a languid pace that paused and resumed when the mood
struck them. As they walked they spoke of unimportant matters and past
memories. After they reached the towering portal that led to the
temple's interior she watched Nalice pause and weave a ball of fire with
her hands before releasing it to disappear into the sky above them. Rena
felt the sensation of familiarity brush past her memories as she watched
it fade from sight.
Nalice watched her as well and then bid her look past the rough stone of
the altar toward the open gate piercing the wall. Rena looked through
the triple gate into the woods and brush beyond. She did not know just
what it was that she was meant to see. Even from this distance she could
make out the individual leaves on the nearer bushes and the sight made
her marvel at the difference it drew in contrast to the murky fog she
had struggled through for so many years. She was almost ready to give up
and ask what she should be looking for when her eyes latched on the
still form of a man just moving past the leaves of a far bush.
Nalice saw her eyes widen and spoke before Rena could. "He entered a
short time ago," she said softly as if trying to keep the whisper of
their words out of notice of the far away man's ears.
"He will enter soon and try to take me if he can." She met Rena's eyes.
"I will need you to make sure that he fails." She drew Rena in to her
and began detailing what she planned to do. Rena startled for a moment
after hearing what Domina intended and then nodded her head in
agreement. The two women turned toward the open temple door and stepped
into the shadows.
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