Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Part Sixteen
Part Seventeen
Part Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen:
After
the refreshing breakfast, the party continued traveling toward the distant
forest in which the Swamp Queen’s kingdom lay. The girls were hoping to avoid
another meeting with the queen’s rough guards, but Raynold assured them that
they had little to fear.
“I
really, really don’t want to kiss her
hand again,” Diana said with a shudder.
“It
was clean,” Alyssa pointed out.
Diana
made a face. “Maybe so, but it gave me the jitters anyways.”
Raynold
smiled at the girls. “We won’t be bothered again,” he promised. “The swamp
warriors will still have their queen’s previous order fresh in their minds. One
thing those people have in their favor is this: their undying love and loyalty
to their queen. I know it seems impossible that creatures so ugly could love, but
they do, and fiercely.”
They
continued riding. Now that they knew how long the prairie was, it took a lot
less time for them to cross, much to Alice’s relief. Even so, when they reached
the woods, the shade of the forest was welcome indeed, for the sun had become
uncomfortably hot on the backs of horses. Raynold’s promise turned out to be
true, and though they saw glimpses of swamp creatures through the foliage, they
were not detained a second time.
The
party of adventurers came to the other side of the Swamp Queen’s land quite
safely, with no more wounds than a few scratches from low hanging branches on
the trail. Next Raynold led them over a stretch of hills and valleys. Alice
began to feel her backside getting sore again. She fidgeted in the saddle of Troy,
trying to get more comfortable. It didn’t work.
“When
can we rest?” She finally asked after a failed attempt to stretch her cramped
leg muscles while riding her horse.
“Soon,”
Raynold answered.
“How
soon?” Alice pleaded. “’Cause I’m getting awfully sore back here.”
Raynold
chuckled. “Very soon, I promise.”
An
hour later, Raynold announced that they would take a break, make camp, and
spend the night.
“Is
it safe?” Diana asked. “I mean, do you think the gliefs will have found that
we’re not in their mountain yet?”
Eliana
nodded her head. “I’m sure we’re safe. If they have searched their mountain
already and found us gone, it will take them at least a day to reach where
we’re camped.”
“In
other words, it’s ok to take a break and stay here for the night,” Alyssa said.
Alice
slipped from her horse onto the ground. Her knees buckled and she sank into the
grass with a moan.
During
the short pause which followed her collapse, Alyssa grinned and whispered to
Diana, “wait for it…”
Then
Alice gave another moan before saying the long expected, “I’m gonna die!”
Alyssa,
Diana, and Raynold looked at each other and burst into laughter. Eliana smiled,
but instead of joining their mirth, took pity on the hurting Alice and offered
to help her move closer to where they would make the fire. Alice accepted her
gentle help gratefully and soon dinner was being made on a roaring fire.
After
their stomachs were full, and everyone--even Alice--was feeling as if all was
right in the world, the twins got back to work on their story. Diana looked
over their shoulder curiously, but Alice insisted that she shouldn’t.
“You
can’t see how it ends!” She explained. “You’re a character after all.”
Diana
humphed, but obeyed the authors and
stayed away from their book. “How close are you to being done now?” She asked.
“Almost,
almost, almost there,” Alyssa said.
“We’re now in middle of chapter nineteen, and wrapping up the story as fast as
we can.”
“As
fast as my poor wrist allows us to go,” Alice added, rubbing the wrist in
question and grimacing. “I think Bettina’s salve finally stopped working.”
Raynold
raised an eyebrow in doubt. “I didn’t think that was possible!”
Eliana
walked over. “Let me see your wrist,” she ordered gently. Alice held it out.
“Where does it hurt exactly?”
Alice
put her finger on the middle of her wrist where one might feel someone’s pulse.
“Right there,” she said, “it’s been weak ever since I was a baby. This isn’t a
new problem, but with all the pressure we’ve had to finish our book, I’ve been
doing more writing than usual and that makes it start hurting.”
Eliana
pulled a container from the recesses of her long dress and opened it. A sweet,
flowery odor reached Alice’s nostrils. “This might help,” she offered. “May I?”
Alice
shrugged. “It can’t possibly hurt worse than Bettina’s salve.”
Eliana
took Alice’s wrist and began massaging the salve onto it. Alice gritted her
teeth and scrunched her eyes tightly closed. Alyssa came over and stood next to
her twin.
“Is
it helping?” She asked.
“I
can’t tell,” Alice answered through clenched teeth. “It hurts. That’s all I
know.”
Eliana
looked up at her patient sympathetically. “I’m sorry to cause you pain. It will
help in the long run though, which is what you want I’m sure.”
Alice
nodded shortly, but kept her eyes shut tightly until Eliana sighed and said she
was done. Then she opened them warily and looked down at her wrist. “I-it’s
pink!” She gasped in surprise.
“That’s
a small side-effect,” Eliana explained. “The salve is made from the nectar of a
Pinkdee, a rare, light pink flower found in the Swamp Queen’s lands. When you
rub it on your skin it leaves a light pink residue. Harmless, but can be
shocking if you don’t expect it.”
“Is
it permanent?” Alice asked in dismay.
“Oh
no!” Eliana replied, smiling. “It’ll last as long as it’s healing your wrist.
Once it has done its work it will gradually fade into your regular skin tone.”
Alice
sighed in relief. “Well I’m glad I won’t be living with a permanently light
pink wrist for the rest of my life!”
Alyssa
giggled. “I don’t know, it’s kinda cute.”
“Stop
it.” Alice glared at her sister. “You know how much I hate that color.”
Raynold
cleared his throat. “Let’s all get some sleep. We’ve got a lot of travelling to
do tomorrow.”
They
all unpacked their blankets and prepared to lie down. Diana and Alice fell
asleep almost immediately, but Alyssa’s mind was still alive with her story.
Raynold was staring into the fire absentmindedly, and Eliana was laying on her
back, looking into the star-filled sky.
The
author watched her characters as a spider might watch its prey. Finally, to
Alyssa’s delight, Eliana slipped from her blanket restlessly and walked out
into the night. Not long after, Raynold seemed to come to himself with a start
and noticed Eliana was no longer there. He looked around the camp wildly, and
then set out after her disappearing form. Alyssa waited until both had vanished
from her view, then crept around her sleeping sister and friend to follow the
unsuspecting others.
She
found them, sitting together on the grass only a little ways from the campsite,
but around a small hill so that they couldn’t be seen from those at the
campsite. Alyssa shivered in anticipation and sneaked closer to them so she
would be able to hear what passed between them.
“…have
admired you ever since I met you in the glief cave,” Raynold was saying. “And I
want to know if you return my affection.”
Alyssa
could see Eliana’s blush in the moonlight and admitted to herself that the
picture was quite pretty. “I-I really don’t know what to say,” she stuttered. “I
hardly know you!”
“But
will you give me a chance?” Raynold pleaded. “A chance to show you my love for
you?”
Eliana
dropped her head, her cheeks reddening even more. There was a short silence,
then Eliana smiled shyly and nodded. Raynold broke into a huge grin and they
embraced.
Alyssa,
thoroughly ashamed of herself for eavesdropping on such a private conversation,
crept back to the camp. But she was grinning widely on the outside, and was
secretly thrilled to know that everything was working out exactly as she and
her sister had planned.
Without
another thought on the matter, she dropped off to sleep, only vaguely aware
that sometime later Raynold and Eliana arrived back at camp together, arm in
arm.
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