Chapter VII The High Master's Challenge

"No, Force Leader. This will not be so."

"My Queen—"

"I have given you My command, Force Leader."

Ann'wn felt the weight of her Queen's stare and command, but knew that she needed to provide more safety to her, “These are the great Masters, Highness."

San'lr'in’ raised her eyebrow and frowned, “You question Me, Force Leader?"

"No, my Queen. I question them."

She sighed, looking well displeased, “Tell Me your option."

"That they remain without weapons."

She suddenly laughed, “You think this will matter to them, Force Leader? But I will accept this as so. You know them not, though."

"And well guarded. And well apart from you and the Elf."

"I have given My vow to meet with the High Master, Force Leader, face-to-face. This must be so as it is the agreement. And it is needed if We are to gain entry into El'fs'nd'lle’ safely. I wish not to fight all of them if such can be avoided."

"Can it be avoided, my Queen?"

The High Queen thought on the question for a moment, “A battle? I believe such can be avoided. I am risking much in this belief."

"But you omit something of importance, my Queen?"

"The Master has challenged Me, Force Leader. If I win, we enter into El'fs'nd'lle safely."

"And if you were to lose, Highness?"

She knew the answer, but couldn't find it within herself to inform Ann'wn of it, “You will yet enter El'fs'nd'lle safely. Make the arrangements, Force Leader. I will be awaiting your notice when all is ready."

Knowing that The High Queen had directly avoided answering her question, but having won their disagreement, Ann'wn bowed her head, “Yes, my Queen."

A messenger, and Apprentice-Master, had arrived to their camp in the early morn, carrying a request. The High Queen knew of its implications, but kept the knowledge of such to herself. The note had been written by the High Master, her long-prior teacher, and had been simply stated:

San'lr'in'thel'ineln':

I formally challenge you for your reign.

The El'fs'nd'lle Gates are secure.

The Elf's entrance will be safely provided.

Ll'strin'll

She had read the note quickly, holding any thoughts well within her. She then looked at the messenger, “Apprentice-Master. Inform the High Master that the terms of the note are accepted. She is welcomed in two turns."

As she left, San'lr'in’ sighed, then went to her lover, “My Elf. The Masters have requested a meeting with Me."

"A threat, you mean."

San'lr'in’ stared into her eyes, ever surprised at her Elf's clarity of mind, “Yes, this is so. I have need to inform you of what now occurs."

"I already have guessed at this."

"You are angry."

"Yes. They seek now to control The Realm. I also will fight them."

"You cannot. You yet have not your Elfin sword. You would lose against them."

"No, I wouldn't. I would lose against the High Master, but this is all."

She remained patient, “You cannot fight this fight, My Desire. You are as yet overly injured."

"Why must you risk yourself? You are like Sam in this regard."

"Why should others be risked when this is the real issue, My Desire? Is this not My duty?"

"You have not all your powers returned to you."

"I will have them returned to Me by their arrival.” She touched Sle'nel's check softly, smiling, “Trust Me, My Elf?"

Sle'nel’ couldn't fight against her Queen's charms, “Of course, my Love, but they have had overly moments to practice their abilities, while you have had to rule The Realm. How fair is this?"

She smiled again, and on this moment her eyes danced, “Trust Me, Elf. All My training has been for this moment. I have always known this moment would arrive, and am prepared for it."

Sle'nel’ looked sadly at her, “Will this fighting ever be over?"

San'lr'in’ nodded, “If I can win this challenge, much will change. But now I must prepare for this challenge. I must tend to My powers."

"Why does your prior teacher challenge you?"

"When I think prior on all the moments of training, I see clearly that there were always tensions between us. Of course, I knew this not, then. I had just thought she was displeased with My lack of ability. From the present, looking prior, I wonder if perhaps she was jealous of My abilities, even then. Most certainly, she hopes to be High Queen, and hopes to be so as the Elves return to The Realm."

"Why has she waited this long?"

The High Queen thought on Sle'nel's question for a moment, “Perhaps the Masters that broke away from her group have remained overly strong for her to yet make such a move. I know not but am certain that we will learn of this."

The meeting was to occur in two turns. During the moments of waiting, The High Queen prepared herself well. Well since the Masters had fought long-prior against each other, and since the High Master had left the ranks, San'lr'in’ knew that at one moment in The Realm, the High Master would challenge her for her reign as High Queen. She had always felt her teacher's jealousy, but had always received the very best of her training, as well.

Nothing is simple. And we seem to ever contradict even our own self.

She had always known this would occur, and had always known one of the reasons—The High Master thought her as weak. San'lr'in’ also guessed that the High Master had wished to be High Queen, thinking herself the better choice.

She now comes. The Highest Master of all to challenge My reign. If I win, we enter into El'fs'nd'lle freely, all the other battles fought and already won by her. If I lose, she becomes High Queen.

For two turns The High Queen called all her powers to her. She entered into her meditations and recalled all her spells and powers. She brought forth all her knowledge and abilities, all her training and efforts, all her wins and losses. Through the two turns, she held onto the First High Queen's sword, feeling it, making it come to her in all its powers. Through the two turns, she held the large red stone to her, allowing its powers to come into her, allowing its powers to enhance her own.

Also during the two turns, Ann'wn prepared by having Fon'elnn’ and Ern'seln’ teach her forces some of the easier of the Master moves, in case they had to fight against them. She participated as well, as did Meera and Sam, ever trying to improve their sword abilities and Master's training. She watched Ern'seln’ practice against Meera, seeing her as a fine warrior.

"No, Warrior Woman. Your moves are yet overly large."

Ann'wn saw that although she was young, Ern'seln's skills were great, almost as good as Fon'elnn's. Ern'seln’ was already as tall as Ann'wn, and very pretty in her youth. Her hair was far longer than most, but she hadn't yet provided it in any particular fashion, so it hung upon her wildly, blowing about during any exertion. But it was Ern'seln's eyes that captured Ann'wn's attention, as they were as silver gray as a sword's blade, and as shiny. She now knew it to be a mark of the St'en'giln, one of their most distinctive features. She saw that Roen sat nearby, watching Ern'seln', her protector. Ann'wn also saw that upon a few occasions, Ern'seln’ would smile over to Roen.

As the two turns were completed, the Masters entered The High Queen's camp. Ann'wn met them, wondering if battle would occur prior to her Queen's readiness.

"You are accepted into our camp. My guards will relieve you of your weapons. High Master, The High Queen has acknowledged that you will keep yours with you."

The High Master examined Ann'wn, “Your guards are no match for us, Force Leader, but we will comply."

Ann'wn wasn't about to allow this Master who now challenged her Queen any leverage, “I have fully trained archers at the ready, High Master. One wrong move and your Masters will never be given the opportunity to display their Master skills. Have them place their weapons upon the ground, then have them move well away from them."

Ann'wn had known better than to risk her forces against such highly trained swords women, so relied on many archers for the turn. She breathed a quiet sigh of relief when she saw the Masters comply. When all was ready, Ann'wn went to San'lr'in'.

"My Queen?"

She exited her meditations, already having sensed the High Master's presence.

"They have arrived, Highness."

"Yes, Force Leader. I am aware of their presence. Many attend with her. Be watchful of them."

"Yes, Highness."

She turned to her, “Force Leader, you must listen to Me for a moment."

Ann'wn could tell that it would not be a report of her liking. She bowed her head, “Yes, my Queen."

"I am being challenged for the reign of High Queen of The Realm at this moment, Force Leader. Do you understand this?"

"For High Queen, Highness? How can this be so?"

"The High Master thinks Me overly soft, Force Leader, and perhaps she is correct from her way of thinking, but the challenge is correct in its presentation, and I must comply. Either way, Force Leader, the Elves will be returned to The Realm."

"But, my Queen, this is not—"

"This is not for you to question, Force Leader. It is for you to comply, as I command it so."

"But, my Queen, this makes her a traitor."

"Yes. This is so. But when a High Master challenges another, the challenge cannot go unaccepted. It is the way of the Masters, Force Leader. If I win, she will be known as a traitor, only. A high cost for her to pay, even in her loss."

Ann'wn didn't like the sounds of it, but couldn't argue against her Queen, “Yes, Highness."

The High Queen smiled at her, knowing that Ann'wn needed some hope, “Look at Me, Force Leader."

Ann'wn looked into her Queen's eyes, “My Queen?"

"Do I look like I plan to lose against the High Master this turn, Ann'wn?"

Ann'wn saw a sparkle in her Queen's eyes, a most welcomed and assured sparkle. She felt improved just by seeing such, “No, my Queen."

The High Queen yet smiled at Ann'wn, her eyes glinting their playfulness, “Trust Me, Force Leader?"

Ann'wn smiled, “To the death, my Queen."

"Then you will be well entertained on this moment, as this has been a moment you have long awaited. For the first moment in all The Realm, you are to see true Masters fighting to their end."

* * * *

The attendants were preparing The High Queen for the meeting with the High Master, “Do you wish your crown, Highness?"

"Yes. But arrange My hair for battle."

"Which garments do you require for this meeting, Highness?"

"My Full Warrior High Queen garments."

The attendants were surprised but did as requested, knowing the meaning of such garments, “What else would you require, Highness? Your rings?"

"Dress Me as the Highest of all Queens, excepting that I will be in My full Warrior garments."

As they tended to her, she held onto the First High Queen's sword while also touching the great red stone. She watched her stones come to life, “Tend Me well this turn, My stone. Focus My powers to Me."

"The necklace, Highness?"

"No need."

"Your short boots, My Queen?"

"No. The tall ones."

"Your markings, High Queen?"

"Yes. All of them."

After many moments of preparation, they finally said, “All is prepared, Highness."

"High Queen of The Realm?"

San'lr'in’ turned to the voice she yet barely recognized, “Young Seer. What may I do for you?” She never would have acknowledged another's presence in such a moment, but knowing this one to be a Seer, she became most interested.

She spoke softly so only The High Queen could hear, “Beware of her sword, Highness. It is with poison."

San'lr'in’ met her eyes, then studied her for a long moment. Accepting the information as given, she bowed her head slowly as she closed her eyes, then met her gaze once again. Very softly, but with indication she had understood and accepted the statement as truth, she merely said, “Thank you, Seer for The High Queen."

She left her tent fully prepared for her meeting with the High Master. As she exited, all her forces saw her, gasping in awe. The camp grew silent as they stared upon her. Never had her present forces seen her prepared in such a fashion. As she stood in front of her tent, surveying the scene now in front of her, she looked every bit the Great Warrior High Queen of The Realm. If one knew her well, they could see a slight grin upon her face.

To a warrior, they all thought that one would have to be absolutely crazy to challenge such an assured warrior as this. Her leather boots reached to her knees, her leather pants tucked into them. She wore the tattoos of the greatest of all warriors, the knee and wrist guards of the most accomplished fighter, and her Warrior High Queen crown upon her head. Her sword was sheathed, her hair pulled slightly to the back in preparation of battle, and a design was inscribed upon her forehead that sent shivers into Ann'wn—the First High Queen's sword with blood dripping down from its tip. Another design drew attention from her own warriors, as they had never prior seen it upon her. It was The High Queen's dagger, fully piercing through the heart of its victim. There was little question as to her stance and expectations.

She stood tall and straight with the bearing of a true warrior. She stood confident in her strength and knowledge, and forbidding in her appearance. Her stance was formidable, frightening to even her own ranks.

She looked sideways to Ann'wn, “Take Me to them."

"Yes, my Queen."

She held out her right arm to Sle'nel', “Attend Me, Elf."

Sle'nel’ had also been prepared into her Elfin pants and shirt, and also wore her sword, as well as carried her bow and arrows. She had waited outside their tent, allowing her Queen to be prepared without interruption.

She came forward to her, yet limping, “You are quite the Warrior Queen."

She smiled a smile that Sle'nel’ seldom saw. At that moment, The High Queen's smile was one of fortitude and absolute authority, “We must give the allusion, My Desire. I hope you will await the determination of this challenge, as I will be most pleased to have you by My side at its conclusion. We yet have much to do in this realm of ours, Elf."

Sle'nel’ was pleased that her Queen had taken-on such a stance, “I will be waiting, but please take not overly long to win this, my Queen. My hunger grows even now."

San'lr'in’ laughed, “I will do My best, My Elf."

Given their prior few turns, The High Queen's guard stood well amazed, as on a turn-to-turn basis, while their Queen was ever commanding, it was in a more gentle fashion. But upon this turn, there was no questioning her authority.

Ann'wn and several of her Private Guards escorted her and Sle'nel’ to where the High Master now awaited. The High Queen had intentionally made Ll'strin'll wait, hoping to make her somewhat displeased and impatient, but also knowing that Ll'strin'll would suspect the trick.

When they approached, San'lr'in’ noted that the other Masters were being held well apart from the meeting, and also noted that their weapons had been removed. She halted just prior to her former teacher, examining her carefully.

Ll'strin'll bowed her head, “San'lr'in'thel'ineln'."

"Teacher; High Master."

Ll'strin'll looked at her, somewhat taken aback at The High Queen's stance, somewhat surprised at her great warrior attitude. After all the cycles of watching her from afar, she had never seen her wear such warrior garments as these, except long prior, “I see you have prepared yourself for this challenge."

San'lr'in’ ignored the comment and motioned slightly to her right. She spoke as if slightly bored in the moment, “Ll'strin'll. This is the last of the Elfin-kind, Sle'nel', High Sorcerer of The Realm. Elf, this is Ll'strin'll, My long-prior Teacher, and the Highest Master in all The Realm ... until this moment."

Sle'nel’ was surprised at the comment, but made no indication of it. Ll'strin'll was also surprised, and made a slight gasp when it had been made. Sle'nel’ looked upon the High Master unsmiling. She bowed her head slightly in respect to the Master's position, “Ll'strin'll. I have heard much of you."

Ll'strin'll also bowed her head, “It is my honor, Elf. I am truly pleased that the moment for the return of the Elfin-kind has arrived. Looking upon you brings joy to this old heart of mine. But it is a bit uncomforting to have an Elf displeased with me."

Sle'nel’ just looked at her, not altering her expression, “I hold a disagreement with your teaching ways, High Master. But perhaps the discussion will be resolved as my Queen wins this challenge."

She turned to San'lr'in', “Until a few moments from now, my Queen."

She bowed her head, then left to a short distance away. San'lr'in’ took notice that the Elf drew her bow and arrows, and readied them. The High Queen looked about her, seeing that all her guards were present, but not looking pleased, and that they were all with full weapons readied. An'ther'on and all the Private Guard were in full battle garments, as were her Black Guard. The moment was tense, and all rested now on how San'lr'in’ handled the moment.

"You recall the High Counselor, Master.” She held out her arm toward Mil'der'in, indicating for her to come to her.

Mil'der'in came to her Queen, bowing her head, “High Queen.” She then turned to Ll'strin'll, “It has been many cycles. You look well."

Ll'strin'll bowed her head to her, “And you look stunning as usual, Mil'der'in."

Mil'der'in was displeased with Ll'strin'll's challenge to her own Queen, “It is a pity you have found your way to the side of traitors, Ll'strin'll. The Realm could have used you in its moments."

Ll'strin'll laughed lightly, taking the insult, “It might be as you say, Mil'der'in. I hope you have found usefulness in your role, High Counselor."

"You are wrong to challenge The High Queen, Ll'strin'll. It is as a traitor would do. And you know little of The Realm. In truth, you have hidden yourself well from it your entire lifespan. You couldn't rule even partially as well as our High Queen. None would accept your rule if you were to win, which you will not. You know not this High Queen, Ll'strin'll. You trained her even better than you believe. She is yet young, and you are overly old for this."

"Perhaps you speak truly, Mil'der'in, but I have my reasons. I have well noted that San'lr'in’ has many great and loyal servants about her."

Mil'der'in motioned to her left, “Indeed, and even ones from long prior. As we journeyed toward El'fs'nd'lle', we chanced upon another Master . A Master from The First High Queen's reign. I have found her most intriguing, and her honor is without question."

"Then I wish you well, Mil'der'in.” She remained polite, but was overly surprised to hear that a former Master from The First High Queen's reign was among them. She hadn't yet learned of this, and was confused as to how such could occur, but was also overly proud to ask of such.

San'lr'in’ saw that Ll'strin'll had been surprised by the statement, and made a note to use it later if necessary, during their challenge. As Mil'der'in left, The High Queen spoke, “You requested this meeting, Teacher. Tell Me. What is it you would like from Me, now that our formalities are completed?"

"It would appear you already know the reason for this challenge, San'lr'in'thel'ineln'."

San'lr'in’ smiled a sly smile, providing an intimidating look, “Humor Me, High Master. I try never to assume, as I was taught so long prior by you."

Ll'strin'll laughed lightly, “I know not if this is a reference to my many cycles, or a reference to the ways in which you were taught."

San'lr'in’ raised an eyebrow as she rested her hand slightly on her sword's hilt, “In this teaching regard, perhaps the story has passed to you telling of My recent encounter with Grandmother."

She nodded, no longer smiling, “I have heard the story, and I see that you are yet angered with me for sending you to her."

"You speak truth."

"And yet in all The Realm's cycles, you are the only one to find a way to rid The Realm of her. It helped to make you strong."

"You are mistaken, Teacher. It wasn't I who did this. It was the Future Supreme Sovereign, or perhaps you have forgotten of her? She is to rule The Realm upon one turn."

Ll'strin'll removed her sword, running her hand across the blade as she did so, as if applying something to it, “The High Queens’ line needs to be changed. Your line has ruled overly long. And this young one should never have come into The Realm. I don't suppose you would hand-over your reign to me?"

San'lr'in’ laughed loudly, “Were you always prior this humorous, Teacher? If so, I must have been thinking of otherwise.” She saw Ll'strin'll's hand running quickly across her blade, and recalled Seer Roen's words to her: Her sword is with poison.

She watched Ll'strin'll's movements carefully, but refrained from removing her own sword. She didn't yet wish Ll'strin'll to see she had The First High Queen's sword.

The High Queen sneered at her with an arrogant smile, one meant to startle, “And you are to rule The Realm, Ll'strin'll? I think not, even after all your patience will this come to pass as truth. But tell Me, Master, did you believe that you were passed over as High Queen, even prior to Me? Am I correct in this assumption, Ll'strin'll?"

Ll'strin'll jerked back slightly at the comment, “I have respected your reign all these cycles, but you have ruled overly long. You should have rid The Realm of the Mungardies long prior. You haven't lived up to your vows. Now the humans come and yet you do nothing."

"You must have done something very wrong to be banned from the Deep Mystics’ consideration. What was it, Ll'strin'll? Did you lose your patience and temper and kill someone important?"

Her answer was quick and defensive, “This was long-prior. They shouldn't have banned me for such. They were overly harsh in their rulings. Even after all these long cycles, I have remained as faithful to The Realm."

"Yet, questions could be raised as to why the Masters broke rank. Was it because of you, Ll'strin'll, and your rigid thinking?"

San'lr'in’ was slightly surprised at her Teacher. For all these prior cycles she had thought her stronger, more intelligent, above reproach, and frightening, yet here she stood, far less than San'lr'in’ had held in her own head of her. For the first moment in all her cycles, she now saw her Teacher more truthfully, no more or less frightening than any other.

Seeing that San'lr'in’ almost pitied her, Ll'strin'll raised her sword so as to move the moment forward. It was the opposite of what she had wanted, as for many long cycles she had hoped that The High Queen had remained fearful of her. She grew angry in this knowledge, wanting this long-prior student of hers out of her way, “Enough of this talk. I challenge you, San'lr'in'thel'ineln'. I challenge you to your role as High Queen."

"When I win, Ll'strin'll?"

Ll'strin'll didn't miss the inference, but said nothing of it, “The Masters will lay down their swords to you, directly."

"This is all?"

"You will have the privilege of doing what you will with me."

She waved her hand, as if dismissing the notion, “I am High Queen. I have this privilege already. Motivate Me further, Ll'strin'll. You bore Me."

"You surprise me. I hadn't thought you this strong. If you win, which you will not, what would you have from me?"

She laughed wickedly, “If I win, you will rip out your own heart. This should amuse Me for a short while. After all the tortures you required Me to ... experience, this should be easy for you."

San'lr'in’ wouldn't really allow as such, but wished to make a statement that would surprise and shock her prior teacher.

"Perhaps you did learn after all. Are you going to pull your sword, or are we going to speak of the prior all the turn?"

San'lr'in’ grinned at her as if the entertainment would now begin, “You have waited many moments for such, wondering across them, ‘Is she better than I am now, or am I yet the High Master?’ Is this not so?"

"Pull your sword, or I will cut you down where you stand."

She began to pull her sword, but said, “I know you will not, as there are overly many others about watching. You will have to be fair in this challenge, Teacher, unlike all the prior moments when I was weaker, younger, and afraid. But I am no longer a Young One. I have had many battles with such as you throughout My Reign. I no longer fear the likes of you."

As she pulled out her sword and placed the tip high in the air, Ll'strin'll gasped, “Where did you get this sword?"

San'lr'in’ grinned again, “This sword? You mean Drn'rn'thel'ineln's sword? She gave it to Me, as a gift."

"This is not possible. This is the Sword of Legends. I have once asked for this sword."

She nodded and shrugged, “It is the Sword of Legends, as you say, and it would now seem that The First High Queen didn't wish to give it to you."

In her anger, Ll'strin'll no longer wished to speak. She touched the tip of her sword to San'lr'in's, and the challenge began. In the span of a heartbeat they moved into high action, using all their available powers and strength against each other. Neither had begun with testing movements, knowing that the stakes were overly high and that the other would give no moments for leniency. One mistake would be all it required to lose this challenge, and one's life. One mistake, only.

While the challenge was occurring between The High Queen and the High Master, Ann'wn had ensured that the other Masters would be well-guarded, having placed twenty readied archers aimed directly at the fifteen waiting Masters. Sle'nel’ was also readied, watching them intently as she also watched her Queen.

The duel was unlike anyone had prior seen, including the other Masters. As Ann'wn and Meera had suspected, their Queen had most certainly withheld her Master powers from them. While watching, they noted that they had never prior seen their Queen as focused or intent against another opponent as at this moment. Even the Dark Sorcerer had succumbed quickly in comparison to this challenge.

For every move The High Queen made, the High Master would quickly counter, then provide her own move. Neither gained against the other, but the challenge moved about the land in a large pattern, as they remained oblivious to all that was about them. Sam was startled at the strength of the blows they delivered to each other, blows that no one else could withstand.

The Master was surprised at San'lr'in's strength, She is stronger than I had believed. Yet, when has she had the moments to practice, as High Queen?

San'lr'in’ kept her focus, Watch for her weakness. Where is it?

As they fought, The High Queen tried to keep the Master focused elsewhere, taunting her, “When are you going to show your High Master moves, Teacher? I grow bored."

Never having such a skilled-opponent prior, the Master was struggling, but showed otherwise.

When a brief moment of pause came, she responded by laughing, “I have taught you well, San'lr'in'thel'ineln'. Even as you struggle anxiously against me, you use the tricks I have taught you. You are an able opponent and please me well."

An idea came suddenly into focus for The High Queen, Not as you were taught! Use otherwise. She is expecting all the Master skills and all her teachings. You must surprise her if you are to win.

As they continued their fight, she began to draw all the sword learnings from her Elf Teacher, Sle'nel's mother, as well as those from the Warrior Women of the Sword. Slowly, one-by-one, she incorporated them into her moves, surprising Ll'strin'll. And slowly but most certainly, The High Queen gained on her.

Being forced backward against the forest, Ll'strin'll looked shocked, “These are not Master moves, San'lr'in'thel'ineln'. Do you invent these?"

The High Queen now saw Ll'strin'll's weakness. As she pushed harder and harder against her, she yet taunted her, “You remain overly in your old ways, Teacher. You should have listened to the teachings you gave to me. Your weakness is in your commitment to a single strategy."

But Ll'strin'll was correct—The High Queen was inventing new sword moves even without thinking on it. With each attack, she would combine an Elfin move with a Warrior of the Sword move, combined into a Master sword maneuver. And even The High Queen didn't fully understand how the maneuvers would work, but did realize that her new-found red stone was increasing her strength.

She kept herself well focused, Change your patterns.

The High Master struggled, Where did she learn these moves? Where does her strength come from? I know she is not this strong. I have had her watched for many cycles.

As they fought, San'lr'in’ also kept herself focused into Ll'strin'll's thoughts, softly so as not to allow awareness as such. She heard the High Master's thoughts, then laughed, finally using them against her, “You have had Me watched as I reigned over The Realm, Master? You will not find Me surprised in this, but I have learned well from you. Never have I allowed Myself to show all My abilities. Never prior have I allowed this to occur, until this moment. So Master, you, in truth, are not aware of My abilities, as they have never prior been publicly displayed."

For the first moment since serving her Queen, Ann'wn now understood why she had always been cautious in this regard, She guarded her skills and abilities all these cycles just for such a moment as this. Against her traitors—so as to surprise them.

"You hid your strengths and powers? From The Realm? You always were a most intelligent of students."

San'lr'in’ laughed, “Then why is it I thought My name as ‘Stupid’ for many cycles?"

Sle'nel’ remained watchful over the other Masters. When she saw one make a move to a hidden dagger, she let loose an arrow, having aimed it directly into the Masters arm. She shook her head as her arrow missed its destination once again, having landed firmly into the Master's hand. She also winced from the great pain caused by pulling on the arrow with her well-injured shoulder. Ann'wn's guards were instantly holding their swords to the Master's neck, allowing no movement.

"Well aimed, Elf."

Sle'nel’ looked grumpily at Ann'wn, “I aimed for her arm. My aim is off."

Ann'wn's eyes widened, never knowing if the Elf was jesting or not.

The fight continued far longer than anyone thought possible. Sam came up to Meera and Ann'wn, “I cannot even hold a sword as long as this, yet their moves have not diminished."

Meera responded, “I have seen a slight decrease in our Queen's moves, but know not if this be yet a trick."

Ann'wn watched her Queen for a few moments, then shook her head, “Look at her eyes, Warrior Woman. This will tell you."

San'lr'in’ had in truth backed off from her strength in hopes of wearing down the Master even further, but the glint in her eyes told Ann'wn that the battle was yet far from over.

"You grow tired, San'lr'in'thel'ineln'. Should we rest a moment?"

The Master was trying to taunt The High Queen, truly unaware of who The High Queen had become during her cycles. The High Queen laughed as she moved back into her aggressive moves, “Tired? Be this your wish, that I tire so easily? In truth, Master, it would appear that I am stronger than you had come to believe of Me. What are your plans now, Master? Are you afraid to lose? Should I give you a moment of rest?"

San'lr'in’ continued to laugh wickedly as she moved against the Master, surprising everyone around her. While her forces knew her to be strong and unyielding when necessary, they never knew her to be as fierce or as aggressive as this. The glinting sparkle in her eyes caused fear in every warrior about the camp, as they knew not this Queen. They knew not this wild stance from her.

Ann'wn watched her Queen, finally seeing why her Queen refused this stance upon all other prior moments—it required all her strength to stand as such in The Realm. Upon this moment, Ann'wn suddenly felt pity for the Mungardies should they not desire peace, as she now knew that this Queen would not relent in her efforts, Even now, her stance grows in its fierceness; in its rightfulness.

After many, many moments of fighting each other, The High Queen yet appeared to the Master as unrelentingly fierce and tireless. The Master was gasping for breath, and her arms were aching from wielding her sword, “I have taught you well, San'lr'in'thel'ineln'. And you have become strong."

San'lr'in’ saw that the Master was growing tired. In truth, as was The High Queen, but she kept her powers focused to her, drawing strength from them continually, “Pity you didn't teach yourself as such."

Even after all the moments, no sword tip had touched the other's skin. No blood had been drawn, but suddenly, in her anger at her own growing weakness, Ll'strin'll attacked as if she were half-crazed, drawing her sword fully across San'lr'in's side. San'lr'in’ groaned as she felt the blade open her skin, her blood flowing freely from her. She felt a sudden surprise as her side burned as if a fire had been placed on it.

Roen was correct. Her sword is with poison.

Holding her sword in her left hand, she quickly clasped her right hand to her side and, using her powers, halted the blood's flow and partially closed the wound. Even though she didn't wish to use her powers in this fashion, she knew that she had to provide her healing powers to her, or she would begin to grow weaker from the blood loss as well as from the poison.

Angered that the Master had drawn first blood, San'lr'in’ grew even more focused toward ending the fight, “You draw first blood, Master. Consider yourself as lucky, as now the fight changes. Now the challenge is mine, as you also soon will be."

True to her word, San'lr'in’ finally drew all her remaining powers to herself, becoming even stronger, even more fierce in her stance. The High Master having achieved inflicting the first wound, The High Queen was now fully motivated to end the fight. She began to move quickly, as if the battle had just begun. She became ruthless in her strength, blow after blow, strike after strike, moving solidly and steadily against the exhausted Master. No matter what the Master offered in return, San'lr'in’ countered it with a more aggressive move.

Ll'strin'll was gasping greatly. Try as she might, she knew that she was losing to this overly strong High Queen, “In truth, San'lr'in'thel'ineln', you are stronger than I believed. I have been arrogant. This is my weakness."

San'lr'in’ grew angry, “No, Master. This is not your weakness. Your weakness is that you became a traitor, as did all the other Masters. You are now all as useless. All these skills, Ll'strin'll, as useless."

Ll'strin'll was, in truth, shocked, “A traitor, Student? But I have given my entire lifespan over to The Realm."

San'lr'in’ grew even angrier with Ll'strin'll's words, “As a selfish aim only. In truth, you desire to be High Queen. Only this. All this training, for only this. Long-prior, I held you in esteem. No longer, Ll'strin'll. I see you as a traitor, only. It is not our abilities that make us who we are, Traitor. It is the manner is which we use them that gives us our titles."

The Master was exhausted, and her moves were now as any other warrior to San'lr'in'. Finally well tired of the challenge, she called upon all the powers of The First High Queen's sword.

Great Sword of the Legends. Great Sword of The First High Queen. Bring your powers to Me to help Me rid The Realm of this traitor.

In a move unknown to even her, San'lr'in’ cut off Ll'strin'll's sword arm, then quickly changed direction and pushed the tip of her sword through Ll'strin'll's other hand. For a mere wisp of a moment, she wondered at her own sword's powers. She then watched as her long-prior esteemed teacher fell on her knees to the ground, gasping for breath, greatly pained, and finally defeated. The High Queen knew that Ll'strin'll would soon bleed to death, if no other way was given. After all these cycles, San'lr'in’ was the first to ever defeat her.

Ll'strin'll looked up at her, panting her exhaustion and pain, “I am no traitor, San'lr'in'thel'ineln'. I just wanted the best for The Realm. Surely you must see this as truth."

San'lr'in’ refused to show pity upon her, seeing her teacher as she truly was, “What I see as truth, Ll'strin'll, is that you have always been unrestrained. Never should you have been allowed to achieve the skills of a great Master, as a great Master also has the same greatness of mind. You do not. You are in truth a traitor to The Realm, to Me, to the Deep Mystics, and to all those who live in The Realm. A traitor, Ll'strin'll. Nothing more. I now strip you of your title. You will never be known as the High Master, Ll'strin'll. Your title henceforth will be Traitor Ll'strin'll, and will be set in all the stories in this fashion."

The hatred that showed in San'lr'in's eyes left everyone shaking in fear. Never had they seen or heard as such from their High Queen.

"I am no traitor, Student.” San'lr'in’ ignored what the Master had called her. “I am High Master. I will not be known as traitor."

San'lr'in's eyes grew narrowed. She placed the tip of her sword into Ll'strin'll's neck, then looked up to those in the camp, “From this moment on, I command that this defeated woman kneeling before Me be titled as Ll'strin'll the Traitor."

"Nooooo..."

Ann'wn had begun to come toward her Queen, seeing that the challenge was over and that her Queen had won. She was preparing to take Ll'strin'll under her watch, when suddenly, The High Queen raised her sword and beheaded Ll'strin'll, just as she had been objecting to the new title. Ann'wn's eyes became wide with surprise at her Queen's move, never having seen her Queen behead another. No one moved. The camp was paralyzed at The High Queen's unexpected move.

Ann'wn watched Ll'strin'll's head roll on the ground, just in front of her feet. She looked up to San'lr'in', wondering what would next occur, and saw that San'lr'in’ didn't even look tired.

San'lr'in’ looked at the other Masters through narrowed eyes that yet glinted of their strength and stance. She saw that a few of them had bowed to her. She turned to Ann'wn, “Force Leader. Kill those who yet stand, and quickly so."

"My Queen, could we not—"

Ann'wn had momentarily thought that they might question the remaining Masters, but seeing that her Queen looked upon her as if she now gave thought to beheading her as well, she changed her mind, “Yes, my Queen. To your will."

Ann'wn was shocked at her Queen's stance, but as her Queen had bid, she gave the command to her forces. Within a breath, arrows were released, killing all the Masters who had not deferred to The Realm. Seldom in The Realm had San'lr'in’ commanded such an action without some prior thought to it.

"The others, my Queen?"

Ann'wn decided to take a different stance with her Queen for the moment, allowing her the commands.

"Bring Fon'elnn’ and Ern'seln’ to Me."

Ann'wn nodded, noting that her Queen was now holding her hand to her injured side.

San'lr'in’ spoke briefly and privately to the two, then motioned them to their task. Fon'elnn’ selected one of the remaining Masters and challenged her, handing her a sword. Fon'elnn’ fought the Master for a few moments, then halted the fight and looked at her Queen. The High Queen gave her signal, and Fon'elnn’ turned back to the Master, beheading her with one quick movement of her sword.

Ern'seln selected an Apprentice-Master about her age, then challenged her as Fon'elnn’ had done. The Young Apprentice-Master was struggling not to cry, in her fear of what she had seen, but did as she was told. Ern'seln fought against the Apprentice-Master for a few difficult moments, then halted the challenge and turned to her Queen. The High Queen nodded.

Ern'seln turned back to the Apprentice-Master, “You have been given consideration. Kneel and wait."

Fon'elnn’ and Ern'seln challenged the remaining Masters in this fashion until the task was completed. While the challenges were occurring, San'lr'in’ probed the minds of the remaining Masters, examining them carefully for their loyalty to Ll'strin'll, or their loyalty to The Realm. As she had guessed, the younger ones were bright-eyed and naïve in their loyalty to The Realm, while the older ones remained loyal to Ll'strin'll, having bowed to San'lr'in’ out of fear.

When the task was complete, only five remained, all frightened beyond anything they had prior seen or experienced. San'lr'in’ had noted that to a one, they had all been treated as Ll'strin'll had treated her, but all were somewhat trained, yet now well confused.

"What would you have us do with them, my Queen?"

She turned to Ann'wn, examining her as well, “You are also afraid of Me, Force Leader?"

"If you sense as such, it must be so, my Queen, but if I were to respond I would tell you that I am just stunned at your new stance, Highness. I have never prior seen you as such, my Queen."

San'lr'in’ stared at her for what felt like many long moments to Ann'wn, then suddenly smiled, softly, but with her eyes twinkling, “Did you not say you trusted Me, My Force Leader?"

"I did, my Queen. And I do with all my heart."

"Yes, I sense this as so within you, and am grateful for such.” She placed her hand on Ann'wn's cheek, “If one has done no wrong, there is no reason to fear this stance, Force Leader. It is merely the stance of the High Master and a High Queen."

Fon'elnn’ and Ern'seln returned to their Queen, “My Queen. The remaining five?"

"Bring them to Me."

The remaining five were brought to The High Queen. Ann'wn saw that they were all young, and all well frightened, “Kneel before The High Queen of The Realm, and the First High Master."

The five had been well informed by Ll'strin'll of The High Queen, but what they had seen hadn't matched what they had been told. Instead of a meek and mild queen, they saw before them the most fierce warrior in all The Realm. They knelt so quickly as to almost fall to their knees. And they bowed their heads well to the ground, “High Queen."

San'lr'in’ almost laughed at their fear, “Look at Me."

Shaking, they did so. She almost laughed again, as none of the five had any stance of a Master. She looked at the first one, and in a harsh and cold tone unknown to her forces, she demanded, “Who do you serve, would-be Traitor of The Realm?"

The young girl was trembling, and barely squeaked out the words, “You, Highness."

"What is it you are called by?"

She bowed her head, unable to face The High Queen, “Sren'trn, High Queen."

"Why did you seek to become a Master?"

"I didn't. High Master, I mean, Ll'strin'll the Traitor forced me into her service. My Birth-mother needed food, and I was traded."

"Rise, Sren'trn."

She handed a sword to her, “Fight Me."

She dropped her sword and thought of running away, but stood her ground, “Oh no, High Queen. I could never fight such as you."

"Fight Me, or you will feel what Ll'strin'll did."

Well afraid but not wishing to be beheaded, Sren'trn picked up her sword and raised the tip to San'lr'in's. Then she took a pitiful swing, and although it was with all her effort, San'lr'in’ didn't even have to move her sword to halt it, rolling her eyes in disbelief as she watched the young girl shrink away from the ensuing sword return.

The High Queen sighed, seeing that Sren'trn was all but crying with fear, “What is it you would like to do, Young One, if given the opportunity?"

Sren'trn broke down, dropped her sword, fell to the ground, and sobbed. San'lr'in’ rolled her eyes in dismay and impatience. She had no way of understanding such weakness. Ignoring the young girl, she did the same to the remaining four. She found that only one of them wished to be a Master, and all but the one had been forced into the ranks. She looked around and saw her sister. She beckoned to her.

"Yes, my Queen?"

"Could Woden use four Mystics of a most gentle nature, Highest of Woden?"

Sam looked upon the four who were indicated, but remained confused, “My Queen?"

"Highest of Woden. These four have been well mistreated in our realm, and would like nothing more than to spend the remainder of their turns in a most quiet of locations. I have two choices. I could send them to keep A'lon'lden and Yyeoiraa company or to send them to Woden under your command. It might provide an interesting solution to Woden remaining overly apart from The Realm. Plus, it might make these four feel somewhat useful and needed in this Realm.” To herself she thought that the four might help bring more of the Mystics’ ways to Woden, yet in a quiet fashion.

Sam considered the moment, then nodded, “Of course, my Queen."

"Thank you.” She looked at the four, “Rise and meet your new Queen. This is the Highest of Woden. You will be under her command. She has agreed to take you to Woden, a most gentle of places. I think you will be pleased at this choice."

She turned to the one remaining, “Tell Me what you are called by."

She bowed her head, “Krl'lnn', High Queen; High First Master."

San'lr'in’ saw that she held her fear well, “And you wish to be a Master?"

"Yes, High Queen."

"From this moment on, Krl'lnn', Apprentice-Master, you are under the command of Master Fon'elnn', and under the care of Apprentice-Master Ern'seln'."

"Thank you, High Queen."

"Hear Me well, Krl'lnn', Apprentice-Master. You have been under the command of Ll'strin'll the Traitor, so have much yet to learn. While your mind remains loyal to The Realm, your future actions will tell us all where your loyalties truly lie. One misstep, Apprentice-Master, and you also will lose your head, as you are now invited into The High Queen's ranks."

Krl'lnn’ looked at The High Queen and bowed her head once again, “I vow my loyalty to you, High Queen, unto my death.” She kneeled, then placed her lips to The High Queen's boots, “You are my Master, Highness."

"We shall see, Apprentice-Master. High Master Fon'elnn', she has My leave."

* * * *

After the long challenge and final moments were completed, San'lr'in’ closed her eyes and let loose her powers. They flowed away from her as if a river, allowing her to feel lighter for the first moment since the beginning of their overly extended journey. She knew that the trip to El'fs'nd'lle would now be quiet and safe, having learned that Ll'strin'll had already defeated whatever enemy had awaited them. And while she also knew that there would be one more group of Masters at the Gates, they were a small group and would be easily turned at the moment of the arrival, if needed.

She breathed in deeply, then recalled her new wound as the pain came rushing to her. She winced, surprised at the burning intensity of it.

Roen has saved My life.

She placed her hand even more tightly on the wound so as to relieve the pain, but found overly weakened healing powers left within her.

"My Queen. Perhaps we should tend to your wound?"

Breathing now being a painful act, she replied, “Healer. You are a most welcomed voice."

The Healer placed her hand on her Queen's head, sensing her deep pain. But she also sensed her Queen's surrender to her even deeper exhaustion

San'lr'in’ closed her eyes again, “I can finally let loose this long-prior weight that I have carried overly long. I feel The Realm beginning to change, Healer. We may win our vows, yet."

The Healer took hold of her Queen's arm and led her away. In all The Realm, only The Healer could touch The High Queen as freely as this, “Come, Leader of All. We must tend to your wound, and you must rest."

Once in the tent, The High Queen remained standing, allowing her attendants and Healer to tend to her, but almost asleep. She had closed her eyes, feeling as if she barely the strength to breathe. She was overly tired and didn't even bother listening to the words of her attendants or Healer, but suddenly feeling a change inside the tent, she opened her eyes and held out her left arm, “My Desire."

Sle'nel’ took her Queen's hand into her own, then examined the wound, “How fares this wound?"

The Healer showed the wound to her, “It is deep enough, but our Queen did well to halt the blood flow as quickly as she did. The poison would have entered into her body much more deeply than she allowed."

The High Queen looked down at her Healer, “Poison?” She didn't wish any yet to know of Roen's abilities.

"Her sword, my Queen. I thought you had seen as such, this being the reason you tended to your wound during the fight."

"I halted the flow of blood so that I wouldn't become weakened as I fought. I couldn't risk any weakness, or I might have lost. Tell Me of this poison to which you refer."

"Did you not see her wipe her sword just prior to the fight, High One? Just as she unsheathed it?"

She nodded, “I recall the moment, but had no thought on it. How are you aware of this poison?"

"I took the authority of my role to examine the sword. The smell of the poison is one I know well, as it is one of the ingredients in your—"

"Hold, Healer. It is enough. Spare Me the details of your potions. And I thank you for your most excellent awareness in this regard. It would appear that you have saved My life."

"No, my Queen. You saved your own life upon that moment when you halted your flow of blood to the wound."

"Will it take the wound long to heal?"

"Better to have a slow-healing wound than a headless neck, High One. I have never seen you do as such, and with such haste as this."

The High Queen thought little of the moment, “The Masters could no longer be trusted, so their purpose was over. I couldn't risk The Realm to their deceit. They were overly strong to leave them to their own creations."

"You being High Master now, my Queen."

The High Queen looked over to the voice. She nodded her head, “Master Fon'elnn'. But perhaps the moment for the Masters is over. Perhaps we begin a new guild. Why is it you come?"

"Your forces asking to your wellness, Highness."

"You see for yourself. Tell them what you will."

"And they would like knowing when we leaving, Highness."

"On the second turn, Master. Now, leave The High Queen or I will give you a long sleeping spell."

San'lr'in’ looked down at her Healer, “Now you command My forces, Healer?"

"If I must, High One. They interrupt overly. I told Ann'wn that if she came in while you were resting, I would personally seek retribution."

The High Queen smiled, “It would appear we leave on the second turn from now, Master. Why do you ask?"

"Your forces would like to prepare a feast."

"A feast would be most welcome. You have My leave."

Fon'elnn’ bowed and left. The Healer looked up to her, “The wound will need stitches, High One. You will need to lie down."

"Do them while I am standing, Healer. It is all the same to Me."

San'lr'in’ entered into her first meditation, removing herself from the pain as The Healer provided the nine stitches.

"Your body begins to look like a practice body for the young healers. Along with these stitches, I have also provided an infection preventative potion, as well as a preventative against the scaring effects. The potions contain a most interesting mixture of sp—"

The High Queen shivered slightly, “Overly many details, Healer. Please spare Me from this knowledge of your potions."

When The Healer was done with the wound, The High Queen was dressed into her lighter garments for the eve, “You must eat, High One, whether this be your desire or no. It will help to soak up any remaining poison. You must not sleep until you have eaten, or the effects may return."

The High Queen looked exhausted, her eyes beginning to close. Sle'nel’ took the food from the attendants, “I will ensure that she eats her food, Healer."

Sle'nel’ looked at her Queen, smiling, “You most certainly won, and left no question of such. But your titles grow once again. What do we call you now, my Love? High Master Queen? Great High Master Queen? Great High Master Warrior Queen? Great High Master High Queen? Or Great High Master High Warrior Queen?"

The Healer laughed, “I rather like the last one, Elf.” She looked back to her Queen, “Make certain to rest for the remainder of the turn, at least until the morn, Highness."

"You are making Me a prisoner, Healer."

She nodded, “Hmmm ... so it would appear, High One. But this is my command of you. I will allow you your freedom at the morn."

Sle'nel’ went up to San'lr'in', “I think you could use the rest. And I will remain with you through the midturn, eve and morn."

San'lr'in’ was feeling tired, but pleased. In truth, she desired nothing more than to rest. To rest in the presence of her lover was an added bonus, “Then My imprisonment has become a paradise."

The Healer left and went to her own tent to rest. Their journey had indeed been an exhausting one, ever on the alert, and all were tired. She sat and re-organized her healing potions and equipment while she waited for her lover.

Now. What did I do with that snake tongue oil?

Ann'wn walked quietly through her force ranks, listening to them speak of the journey. She tried to do this often in order to provide a presence for them. As she walked through her ranks, she noticed that their talk was about their Queen. All were yet amazed as to her warrior stance. She was relieved to note that the talk was admiring rather than condemning. She then walked past all the ranks that were now guarding their camp, motivating them to even greater awareness, keeping the level of alertness high until their return to the Valley.

Ann'wn tended to her forces, then found her lover busily engaged amongst all her potions, “How fares our Queen?"

The Healer looked up as Ann'wn entered their tent, “The wound is deep, but she controlled it well. A good thing she did or the poison would have already entered into her heart."

"I wonder how she knew that Ll'strin'll had placed as such onto her sword."

"She didn't know.” She thought about it for a moment, then wondered, but held her question to herself. “But the matter is resolved and she will recover quickly. As you saw, however, she is beyond exhausted. You must allow her to rest, Ann'wn. And you, as well. You need to rest. This is the moment, as even our Queen has acknowledged that our battles are won, for the moment."

"I know not how to feel about such as we have had overly many battles of late. We have been on continual alert throughout this journey. In truth, at this moment I know no other way to behave."

The Healer rose and began to undo Ann'wn's warrior garments, “Perhaps you would allow me to show you another way, as your own personal Healer."

Ann'wn smiled, “You are the wisest of healers."

* * * *

When San'lr'in’ woke in the morn, she saw that Sle'nel’ was yet sleeping. She placed a soft kiss on her cheek, rose from their bed, tended to herself, then left the tent. She found a quiet spot that appealed to her senses, then turned to her meditations, hoping to remove the pain from her side as well as recall her powers to her. As across all her prior turns for as long as her memory could recall, she entered into her meditations, reflecting on the prior turn's events, examining her stance in The Realm, renewing her powers and spells to her, and finding her peace and solace.

Perhaps now we might entertain peace for a few moments.

She sensed her powers, feeling their strength, and was surprised to find that her powers had grown even stronger than the prior turn. She wondered what had made them so strong.

The red stone?

The Sword of Legends?

After she returned her powers to a readiness level, she entered into a higher meditation, forcing herself to sense The Realm only. She moved slowly through this meditation, observing all that was around her. She became amazed that even her meditations were far easier with the use of her growing powers. Sensing nothing of great concern, she slowly exited her meditations.

My Queen. Allow me to assist you.

San'lr'in’ gave over control of her meditations to her Healer, as often occurred. When they had come to her last meditation, The Healer moved her carefully back into The Realm. She spoke softly, “As you were taught, High One. Breathe. Hear your heartbeat. Breathe."

Breathe.

"Hear your heart, my Queen."

Breathe.

"Open you eyes, my Queen."

San'lr'in’ did so, surprised to see Sle'nel', Ann'wn and Meera, as well as her Healer. She became concerned, “Tell Me."

The Healer smiled, “Highness. When did you enter into your meditations?"

"In the early morn. Why do you ask, Healer?"

"Look at the sun's passage, my Queen."

She looked at the sun's location in the sky, then examined the shadows about her, “This cannot be so. I have been in My meditations for a short while, only.” She looked up Sle'nel', “And how is it that I didn't sense your presence, My Desire?"

The Healer spoke, “Or mine, High One, even though I tried to speak with you."

San'lr'in’ just stared at them in disbelief.

"I have never prior seen you so deeply involved in your meditations, High One, but all seems well. How do you feel?"

San'lr'in’ moved her muscles slightly, then brought some of her sensing powers to her. She searched with her senses for her great raptor, sensing her high overhead. She shook her head, yet wondering, “I know not what has occurred, Healer. But as you say, all seems well enough.” She looked up and gave a soft whistle. She held out her arm and waited for a moment, as her raptor came to her. A few moments passed as the raptor delivered her message, then left.

"Is all well, Highness?"

She smiled, “It would seem so, for a change. We have had overly little of the good reports, of late."

"If this be so, then you might find the eve's entertainment and meal most amusing, Highness."

San'lr'in’ raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked at Sam, “Entertainment?"

Sam nodded, “Your Black Guards have put together a short play, in your honor."

"A play?"

"And your Private Guard have prepared the eve's meal."

"The Private Guard cook?"

Sle'nel’ took her Queen's arm into hers, wrapping her arms around it, “Come. Let us prepare you for the festivities. Your garments look as tired as you must be."

As they walked away, Sle'nel’ called back to them, “We will arrive soon.

Sle'nel’ was yet limping because of her knee, so San'lr'in’ walked slowly beside her, enjoying the feeling of her arm linked within her lover's. She breathed in deeply, taking pleasure in the still and calm of the moment.

"How long has our journey been, My Desire"

"Overly long."

"Indeed. It will seem as strange to return to the every-turn affairs of the Valley and The Realm. I have almost forgotten what it is like to not live upon the dirt at every moment. But El'fs'nd'lle will be worth this tortured journey."

"There seems to be much resistance to the Elfin-kind return."

"They were intensely intelligent, and this created much envy. Envy is most harsh at even the best of moments. Do the memories given to you contain moments in El'fs'nd'lle'?

"I know not. My memories seem returned to me only as the event or the need arises. Most peculiar."

San'lr'in’ noticed that Sle'nel’ was fully present, but providing little in way of communication, “Are you with much pain?"

"No. The Healer tends well to me. In truth, the pain subsides greatly from where it once stood."

"Do you worry over El'fs'nd'lle?"

"No. Some, perhaps, but to no great concern."

The High Queen sensed into Sle'nel's thoughts for a brief moment, finding that she yet had remaining anguish from what the Dark Sorcerer had done to her. She knew that Sle'nel’ would find her way out of these eventually, but decided to distract her for the moment.

"Did I ever tell you about the moment when Mor'inl’ was upset with Me?"

She saw that Sle'nel’ was surprised and interested, “Mor'inl’ was upset with you? I thought she did nothing but love you."

The High Queen laughed, “She did, but didn't always approve of My actions. Just prior to Me becoming Queen of the Valley, I ran from My teachers in a rage, riding Mor'inl’ hard. After a turn, I finally allowed her to rest, but she decided not to forgive Me as easily as this. I had dismounted to allow her to rest and get a drink, but when I tried to re-mount her, she moved away. For the entire return, as I tried to go to her, she would move just slightly ahead of Me. We walked the entire path back to the Valley. It took Me two full turns. By the moment we had almost achieved the return, I began to laugh at her stubbornness and My foolishness, and she finally saw that I had learned My lesson. She was perhaps one of My better teachers."

Sle'nel’ laughed at the story, imagining it fully, “She knows you well."

"Certainly better than My prior teachers, and My present counselors. My Desire, have I ever prior cooked for you?"

"You know how to cook?"

She pretended to frown, “I am deeply offended. I cook many fine meals, Elf."

Sle'nel’ wasn't certain if her Queen was in truth, or jesting, “And what is an example of these great meals you are able to prepare, oh Queen of Many Talents?"

"I can give you many examples. I can prepare fried bugs. Very tasty. I can boil the pan of water. I can make a cup of tea. I can even burn a piece of bread over the fire. But My specialty is buttered bread."

"I am most certain that if you prepared a meal for me, I would be most pleased to eat it."

San'lr'in’ studied her, as if assessing her. She looked most serious, “Perhaps you are the one that should be High Queen, My most diplomatic one."

Sle'nel’ laughed, “Oh yes. That is certainly me. The Diplomat."

* * * *

The High Queen and Sle'nel’ were seated at yet another makeshift table, then treated to a most wonderful meal, “I wonder how they have managed such a meal as this."

"And I am most grateful for it. I have grown overly tired of our camp food."

Sle'nel’ nodded, looking around, “It would seem that all have, as it seems that all have become quite thin on our journey."

"I feel mostly to blame, as this journey has extended itself beyond imagination."

"How long will El'fs'nd'lle hold us?"

"I know not. That is up to you, but once there, I will release most our guards back to their duties."

"Many new unions were begun on this journey, so this will be an interesting moment."

"They have?"

Sle'nel’ laughed and nodded, “Many. Ask Ann'wn. She was commenting on how many of her guards have finally placed themselves into a union."

The High Queen laughed quietly, “The journey has made us all closer, it would seem."

After The High Queen had completed her meal, Sam approached the table, “With your leave, my Queen, we would like to begin our play for you."

Interested, the High Queen's eyebrows raised, “Of course, Highest of Woden. What is the story of this play?"

"You will see, my Queen."

A small stage was drawn upon the ground. Sam began the introduction, “Our happy little play contains two guards, one narrator, a host of unseen characters, and one musician. We hope you enjoy our play."

The whistle player began playing some light and airy music.

Narrator: “Long prior in a far-off land, there lived a most dedicated group of Mystics and humans. They lived together amiably ... perhaps a little overly amiably ... as they fought and rode together to rid their land of evil and to restore peace to The Realm. As our play opens, our amiable band is traveling across their great lands in search for the Great-Unknown Mystery. One guard has just received a message from a passing small group of Deep Mystics who would like to meet with someone in-charge, and approaches the second guard."

"Where is The High Queen?"

"She is with the Elf."

"With the Elf? How do you mean? Is she busy?"

"You know. With the Elf."

"Ah.” She pauses, “Then where is our Force Leader?"

"She is with The Healer."

"Ah.” She pauses again, “Then where is our High Counselor? Perhaps she could help us."

"She is with the High Master."

"Ah.” Another, longer pause, “The Warrior Woman?"

"With her Caitha."

"Hmmm...” Yet another pause, “The Highest?"

"With Uthrn."

"So, we should do this thing ourselves?"

"Well, there is An'ther'on."

"No. She is with ... well, you know. She is detained."

"Ah.” The second guard pauses, “But we need to supply an answer."

"Have them wait. Feed them."

The Narrator had been watching the two characters, then returned her glance back to the audience as the musician continued her happy tune, “They feed the visiting Deep Mystics while they await their Queen. The eve passes, then the morn comes upon them. The Deep Mystics rise, and the guards feed them once again. At last, The High Queen rises while the guards speak to each other."

"Did you find Ann'wn?"

"I did. But we must leave. The High Queen has issued it as so."

"Leave? Now?"

"We are in a hurry."

"Ah."

The Narrator once again returned her look to the audience, as the musician began her music, “The happy and amiable band of travelers leave, now taking the visiting Deep Mystics with them. They travel for two turns, then halt. The guards attempt once again to tell one of their leaders of the Deep Mystics, but also of the new visitors, five Counselors from the Valley."

"Did you find our Force Leader?"

"I did."

"And?"

"She is with The Healer."

"Again?"

She nods.

"Ah.” She pauses, then tries again, “The High Queen?

"She is resting after having used her powers."

"Ah.” Yet another pause, “The Elf?

"With The High Queen."

"The Warrior Woman?"

"With the Storyteller."

"High Counselor?"

"High Master."

"An'ther'on?"

"Detained."

"Of course.” She pauses, “We could try asking one of Deep Mystics to speak to the Counselors from the Valley."

"We could, but they are with our not-on-duty guards."

"Ah."

"Have them wait. Feed them."

The Narrator and Musician continue, “They feed the visiting Deep Mystics along with the new visiting Counselors from the Valley. The eve passes, then the morn comes upon them. The Deep Mystics and the Counselors rise, and the guards feed them once again. At last, The High Queen rises."

"Did you find our Force Leader? Has she yet spoken to our Queen?"

"She did. But we must leave. The High Queen has an urgent concern."

"Leave? Now?"

"We are in a hurry."

"Ah."

Narrator, “The happy, amiable and well-fed band of travelers leave, now taking the visiting Deep Mystics as well as the Counselors with them. They travel for two turns, then halt. The guards attempt once again to tell one of their leaders of the visiting Deep Mystics and Counselors, but now, Queen Erthrn and a small group of guards arrive, wishing to visit with The High Queen. In the meanwhile, the Deep Mystics and Counselors are fed once again."

"Did you find Ann'wn?"

"I did."

"She is with The Healer?"

"Yes."

"Ah.” She pauses, “And The High Queen is with The Elf?"

"She is."

"Ah.” Another pause, then she sighs, “And I suppose the Warrior Woman is with Caitha?"

"How did you know?"

"The Highest is with Uthrn?"

She nods.

"And the High Counselor is with the High Master?"

"Yes. And An'ther'on is detained."

"Of course she is. But there is yet another set of visitors. Queen Erthrn and group arrive and wish to see our Queen."

"There is no one to greet them."

"Perhaps the Deep Mystics?"

"They are yet again with the guards not-on-duty."

"Perhaps the Counselors from the Valley might agree to greet Queen Erthrn?"

"They are with the remainder of the Deep Mystics."

"Ah."

"Feed them. Have them wait."

Narrator, “They feed the visiting Deep Mystics, the Counselors, along with Queen Erthrn and her group. The eve passes, then the morn comes upon them. The Deep Mystics, the Counselors, and Queen Erthrn and group rise, and the guards feed them all. At last, The High Queen rises."

"Has our Force Leader yet spoken to our Queen?"

"She did. And she is aware, but we must leave. A battle awaits us."

"A battle? But what of our visitors?"

"We are in a hurry. Bring them along."

"Ah."

Narrator, “The happy, well-fed, amiable and growing little group of travelers leave, now taking the visiting Deep Mystics, the Counselors, and Queen Erthrn and her group with them. They travel for two turns, then halt. A small group of six scholars come to visit with The High Queen. In the meanwhile, the Deep Mystics, Counselors, and Queen Erthrn and her group are fed yet again."

Frustrated, she begins, “You found Ann'wn, but she is in her tent with The Healer."

"This is so."

Resigned to what she knows is truth, she adds, “And The High Queen is with the Elf."

"This is truth."

She then shrugs, “And the Warrior Woman is with Caitha."

"Yes."

And she shrugs again, “The Highest is with Uthrn, and the High Counselor is with the High Master."

"Yes."

She then raises her hands as if in dismay, “And An'ther'on is detained with yet another Private Guard. And the Deep Mystics are with our guards not-on-duty, and the Counselors are with the Deep Mystics not taken by our guards."

"Yes. This is so, but how did you know?"

"But there is yet another set of visitors. Six scholars come to visit with The High Queen."

"There is no one to greet them."

"Perhaps Queen Erthrn or one of her group would greet them?"

"She and her group are all ... busy with The High Queen's attendants."

"Ah."

The guard shrugs, “Feed them. Have them wait."

Narrator, “They feed the visiting Deep Mystics, the Counselors, Queen Erthrn and her group, and the six scholars while they await for their Queen. The eve passes, then the morn comes upon them. The Deep Mystics, the Counselors, Queen Erthrn and her group, and the six scholars all rise, and the guards feed them once again. At last, The High Queen rises."

"Did you find Ann'wn?"

"I did. But we must leave. The High Queen has issued it as so."

"Leave? Now?"

"We are in a hurry. We are late for a meeting somewhere."

"Bring all of them along?"

"Yes."

"Ah."

Narrator, “The happy, amiable, well-fed, growing and lusty band of travelers leave, now taking the visiting Deep Mystics, the Counselors, Queen Erthrn and her group, and the six scholars with them. They travel for two turns, then halt. The guards attempt once again to tell one of their leaders of the Deep Mystics, the five Counselors, Queen Erthrn and her group, the six scholars, but also of the new visitors, seven sorcerers.

"You found our Force Leader, but she is with The Healer. And you have found The High Queen, but she is with the Elf, and you have found the Warrior Woman, but she is with Caitha, and The Highest is with Uthrn, and the High Counselor is with the High Master, and An'ther'on is detained."

"But how did you know this?"

"There is yet another set of visitors. Seven sorcerers arrive and wish to see our Queen."

"There is no one to greet them."

"Perhaps the six scholars?"

"They are with each other."

"Ah."

"Feed them. Have them wait."

Narrator, “They feed the visiting Deep Mystics, the Counselors, Queen Erthrn and her group, the six scholars, and now the seven sorcerers while they await for their Queen. The eve passes, then the morn comes upon them. The Deep Mystics, the Counselors, Queen Erthrn and her group, the six scholars, and the seven sorcerers all rise, and the guards feed them again. At last, The High Queen rises."

"You found Ann'wn, but we must leave, as The High Queen has issued it as so."

"Yes. You must read my mind."

"And I suppose we are in a hurry. We are rushing off to somewhere."

"We have to pass through the tunnel of No-where."

"Bring all of them along?"

"Yes."

"Ah."

Narrator, “The happy, amiable, well-fed, growing, lusty and intimate band of travelers leave, now taking the Deep Mystics, the Counselors, Queen Erthrn and her group, the six scholars, and the seven sorcerers with them. They travel for two turns, then halt. The guards attempt once again to tell one of their leaders of the Deep Mystics, the five Counselors, Queen Erthrn and her group, the six scholars, the seven sorcerers, but also of the new visitors, fourteen of the Mystics of the Winds."

More frustrated than prior, she said, “You found everyone, but everyone is detained with everyone else?"

"Yes. This is so."

Now well tired of trying, she gives the report, “There is yet another set of visitors. Fourteen Mystics of the Winds arrive and wish to see our Queen."

"There is no one to greet them."

She sighs, “As prior."

"Feed them. Have them wait."

"There is no more food."

"The cooks are detained with each other, anyway."

"Who are you with this eve?"

"No one. There is no one left that is available. All are with another."

"Are there no guards about?"

She shrugs, “They all seem to be with each other. There must be a spell of lust upon us."

She winked at her, “Would you care to be with me?"

She smiles and nods. They walk off-stage.

Narrator, “Thus ends our tale of the happy, amiable, well-fed, growing, lusty, extremely intimate, but now hungry band of travelers. But who would notice?"

San'lr'in’ laughed lightly, finding the play humorous, “They created quite the social observation."

Sle'nel’ also thought it humorous, “I am grateful they halted the play there. I guessed not as to where they might have ended this."

"While it doesn't match the high plays of the Valley or of Rns'deln', this was a most excellent diversion, and quite witty of them."

The High Queen rose, smiling, “Highest of Woden, I hope this doesn't mean we now run short on food."

Sam smiled and bowed her head, “No, my Queen."

She turned to Ann'wn, yet smiling, “And Force Leader, I hope this doesn't mean we now run short of guards."

Ann'wn bowed her head and smiled, “No, my Queen. All is well."

"And it would appear we run not short on humor. Thank you for the wonderful diversion, My Forces. I am well entertained and well fed this eve. At long last, we leave in the morn for El'fs'nd'lle."

* * * *

They traveled for two turns, arriving just prior to the Gates of El'fs'nd'lle in the just-after-midturn. They decided that they would spend the eve slightly distant from the gates so as to prepare their arrival in the morn, and to give the Black Guard the moments necessary to fully assess who might already be at the gates.

They camped in a quiet spot near a lake so that all could refresh themselves from their long journey. The High Queen and Sle'nel’ found a smaller lake just off from the main one, and were there allowing Sle'nel’ to prepare herself for El'fs'nd'lle and allowing for some much needed moments of peace. They spent the late-after-midturn together near the lake, each in their in own reflections of what now awaited them, San'lr'in’ thinking on how it might change The Realm and her life with Sle'nel', and Sle'nel’ wondering how she had gotten to this spot so far from Woden.

"My Queen?"

San'lr'in’ had sensed Ann'wn coming up behind her. She continued to look out onto the lake as she responded to Ann'wn's request for an audience, “Tell Me."

"The Gates of El'fs'nd'lle are lined by many. They appear to await our arrival, Highness."

She sighed, yet looking upon the lake, “Many, Force Leader?"

"Beyond counting, Highness. The Women of the Waters are present, as are the Mystics of the Winds, the Women of the Trees, all the Valley's and Realm's sorcerers, the Skr'kinges, the Warriors of the Sword, the Women of the Soul, the Spirit Mothers, the Women of the Waters, the—"

She held up her hand, “Enough, Ann'wn. I have obtained the idea."

"Yes, my Queen, but you may wish to know that the High Priestess is present, and has asked for you."

She sighed again and turned to Ann'wn, “Are there perhaps any good reports that you might share with Me?"

"One, Highness. There will be no battles."

To no one in particular, she said, “There are battles, and then there are battles."

"My Queen?"

She turned back to the lake, sighing again, “At moments, Force Leader, it is easier to draw the sword than to engage in the social formalities. But I suppose it is a show of support."

"Yes, my Queen."

"Is there anything else, Force Leader?"

"Yes, Highness. The path to El'fs'nd'lle is also lined with many others. Many from The Realm, from many villages. And there were the sixteen remaining disloyal Masters, but Queen Erthrn has dealt with them."

"A shining light amongst an overly dark sky."

"My Queen?"

Yet sighing, she waved her hand as if dismissing her statement, “It would appear that we will be required to pass through this awaiting vanguard."

"Yes, Highness. They await the usual pageantry of which you are so fond."

She turned as she raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly at Ann'wn, with some interest, “A jest, Ann'wn? From you?"

"I apologize, my Queen."

"No need. Give Me a guess as to the length of the pageantry we must provide, Force Leader."

"Perhaps nine-thousand from The Realm are present, my Queen. It is much like a grand party."

"Indeed. So it must be. Inform the camp. We leave in the morn."

Ann'wn bowed slightly, “Yes, my Queen. Highness?"

"Tell Me."

"Your meal awaits."

"You have My leave, Force Leader."

"My Queen?"

She sighed once again, “Perhaps you could tell Me all that awaits in your mind without all this formality, Force Leader?"

"Yes, my Queen. First, my Queen, Mil'der'in wishes an audience."

"I grant the request."

"And The Highest of Woden would like an audience, if you don't plan to attend the eve's meal."

"Another bright star. She truly understands. Tell her I will attend the meal."

"Yes, Highness. Fon'elnn’ would like to know what you wish of her, upon your return."

"Ann'wn. Might I attend to all these requests at the eve's meal?"

"Yes, my Queen. I was uncertain if you would attend."

"We will attend, and I will answer everyone's needs at that moment. Might this suffice?"

"Yes, my Queen. Thank you."

As Ann'wn left, Mil'der'in approached. She bowed her head, “High Queen."

San'lr'in’ bowed her head slightly in return, as was custom in a display of respect, “High Counselor. Must we attend to such formalities this turn, Mil'der'in, or might you allow Me a reprieve from them?"

"To your desire, Highness."

"Good. Come. Let us sit by the lakeshore."

They both sat on a grassy knoll that overlooked the lake, “It is a most beautiful lake, Highness."

San'lr'in’ nodded, “It is peaceful. There is a lake that is often mentioned in the Elfin memories. I wonder if this is the lake of reference.” She looked at Mil'der'in for a moment, then back at the lake, “I owe you an apology, Mil'der'in."

"Me, Highness? This cannot be so."

She laughed, “Most assuredly I do. I thought our journey would be a short one with little distraction, but it turned into a most difficult of adventures. I know you not to enjoy such moments, so I give you My apology. If I had known, Mil'der'in, I wouldn't have—"

Mil'der'in touched her Queen's arm, “No, San'lr'in'thel'ineln'. This is one of the reasons why I have requested an audience with you, to thank you for allowing me on this journey. I was a little overly settled into the life of the Valley, and this has allowed me to open my mind in many ways."

San'lr'in’ looped her arm through Mil'der'in's, feeling close to her friend. She laughed lightly once again, “How fares your ... hmmm ... passions with Fon'elnn?"

Mil'der'in leaned her shoulder against her Queen's, making them to come closer together, a practice they had done long-prior as young girls, “Most wonderful.” She giggled a little, “I feel like it is my first love. And thank you for asking me to provide her company that eve. You have a most devious of minds, Highness."

"And you, My friend, have needed such as her for many long moments. I am pleased to see you so content in this relationship. And she has great need for such as you, as she lost her great love, a love that was never attained. A most sad story, really."

"But one that has ended most happily, my Queen. But perhaps I may alter the subject and give you the reports from The Realm?"

"Of course. But allow Me the first guess. First, the Counselors are upset with Me, yet again. Second, a celebration awaits our return. Third, the Mungardies are making overly many noises again. Fourth, it is long past due for the Queen's Audience as well as The High Queen's Court. Fifth—"

Mil'der'in laughed, once again touching her hand to her Queen's arm, “Halt, Highness, or you will give me nothing to report."

They chatted and laughed together for many long moments, The High Queen letting down her guard for the first moments since the beginning of their journey. Mil'der'in had been the only friend she had prior to Sle'nel', and they shared many memories of their past together, having both been trained to fill the positions of The Realm. Sle'nel’ sat well apart from them, also looking out on the lake, hearing them, and pleased that San'lr'in’ could enjoy the moment.

But since her moment with the Dark Sorcerer, little in her life made sense. She faced the Gates of El'fs'nd'lle with nothing of the great anticipation she knew was expected from her, but couldn't find the motivation to rise to the moment. She was angry, but knew not at what.

San'lr'in’ had completed her moment with Mil'der'in and came to sit next to Sle'nel', “Your thoughts are heavy these turns. Is there something I might do to ease them, My Desire?"

At first Sle'nel’ didn't respond, then finally, “I asked not to be an Elf."

"This is truth."

"I knew not that you were High Queen."

"Again, you speak truly."

"I knew not even what a High Queen was."

"Not many do, in truth. I often think I know not."

"And I certainly wish not to be responsible for bringing back to The Realm an entire race."

"No. As nor would I. The burden is great."

"I know not even what it means to be an Elf."

"It must be difficult."

"And I am angry."

"This I can understand, but may I ask at who?"

"At the Dark Sorcerer. At The Realm. At Sam. At Sele'. At you."

"Me?"

"Yes."

"Why is this so? If you tell Me, perhaps I can alter the moment—"

"No. I am just angry, and you are here. For no other reason. Just because you are here."

"Ah."

"At Woden. And The Realm."

She nodded, “I think I understand. You are angry for all the confusion that you now hold."

"Yes. And I am angry for the anger."

"At Me?"

"No. The Dark Sorcerer. At what he did."

"To you?"

"And to The Healer. And to Caitha. But, yes, to me. I feel ashamed, and I shouldn't."

"This is natural to feel as such. But you need to fight against this so tha—"

"I know this well. I need you not to inform me of such.” She was fully angry.

San'lr'in’ knew to remain patient, “My apologies. I didn't—"

Sle'nel’ looked at her, feeling frustrated, “No. You have no need to apologize. I shouldn't even be burdening you with these most illogic feelings. I just know not what to do with them. These feelings don't leave me, and yet upon the next turn, I must face half The Realm and all my prior ancestors, and perform some mystical moment I know not how, and find some long-prior Elves and return them to The Realm, I know not how, and feel at home in a place far from my imaginings. I want to be with you in the Valley, but I feel as if my only home were Woden, and yet that is no longer home, and in truth never was, and I no longer wish to be there, and I wish I could injure, no kill, the Dark Sorcerer, upon many moments, but he is gone, but I hate him so, but—"

The High Queen placed her arm across Sle'nel's shoulders, “And you are no longer Jandra of Woden, but Sle'nel', the Elfin Faerie Princess. A most confusing and dramatic of changes. And your past is linked in ways only imagined in the eve visions, but never in the real life. And you have come to see many new things that have been long-prior removed from your memories, and only now returned. I know, My Elf. The Realm is a most difficult place. And I vowed you only happiness."

"I wish not to be here at some moments, San'lr'in', yet I want to be with you. And you have given me everything there is to be had."

"Did I tell you that when I was asked to be High Queen, I became sick?"

Sle'nel’ looked at her, fully surprised, “You? You were nervous?"

She rolled her eyes and nodded, “Overly. Embarrassingly so. I had been Queen for only a short while and was yet overwhelmed by this role. When I learned I was to be High Queen, I felt like jumping over a high cliff. I could eat not for two turns."

"No. Surely not you."

"Most certain. I speak truth.” She nodded. “Transitions such as these are most difficult. The unknown bewilders our mind and makes us as weak. I yet can fully recall the chills that went through My body as I took My vows."

The High Queen carefully sensed into Sle'nel's mind for a moment, then said, “And I yet vividly recall the moments of feeling completely powerless as I hung in My Grandmother's shackles. I thought I was strong enough to overcome anything, but I couldn't release Myself from them. I felt weak and helpless, and I was ashamed of Myself for being as such."

"You felt as such? But there was nothing that you could do."

"Even now I am embarrassed to say that I cried in My fear."

"You?"

She nodded, “I hated her, and I hated Myself for being so weak, and for crying, and for being afraid. But then My anger took over. Such as yours, now."

Sle'nel’ nodded, but said nothing.

"I hated her for what she did for many, many turns. I had no other option. I barely escaped from her, but as I did, My anger grew until I could see nothing but the hate and rage."

After a long moment, Sle'nel’ softly asked, “What did you do with your hate?"

"At first, it grew. I hated many, and I seemed to want to hate them, so I protected it. I cradled My hate to Me. But later, a most wise teacher taught Me to let it go, at least in the ways that I could."

Sle'nel’ thought about it for a moment, then asked, “How?"

"She took Me to visit with the Ancients. They saved Me from My hate and helped Me to remove it, at least so that it wasn't an all-consuming of hates. They helped Me to place My hate in the perspective across all The Realm and across all the moments."

"This could not have been Ll'strin'll."

"Indeed not. It was U'Aine, of the Masters."

She looked back out onto the lake, “I know not how this is supposed to help me with my anger. The Ancients are far distant from here, and words mean but little to me at these moments. I feel like I want to kill someone. Like I want to beat them to death. Like I want to strangle the Dark Sorcerer with my hands over and over again."

San'lr'in’ thought about it for a moment, then asked, “How fare your wounds?"

"They heal. They ache.” She waved her hand, dismissing the thought, “I care not. I seldom think on them. The pain is there, but I desire it as so. I want to recall the Dark Sorcerer and what he did. I will never forget what he did to me."

San'lr'in’ rose and went to a nearby but relatively unseen guard. Within a few moments, the guard had returned with her Queen's request. San'lr'in’ walked back to her Elf, handing her a sword, “Then fight Me. With all your might and strength and anger. Fight Me."

Sle'nel’ looked up at her, then looked back to the lake, “I have no desire to do so."

"You do. You said as such. You are angry with Me."

"That is not my meaning."

"We shall see."

San'lr'in’ placed one sword upon the sand, then using her own, she pointed the sword at one of Sle'nel's buttons. With little effort, she cut it off.

"Halt this."

"You will have to make Me do as such, Elf.” She laughed and smiled mischievously.

She moved the sword to the garment's lacings, cutting through them.

"Halt this."

"You will have to force Me to do so. And besides, I rather like the view more this way. The lacings hide you overly."

Sle'nel’ had no patience for such playfulness, so became irritated, “Halt, San'lr'in'. You are acting as a child."

"Perhaps you should as well. Get up. Fight Me. Or are you afraid I will win? Again?"

"You taunt me just to make me fight against you. I know this trick. It is the same I provided to you."

"I have excess energy this turn and could use a good fight. If not you, then I will have to find another, but you are more skilled from your Elfin background.” She smiled a smile that few could refuse, “Come, My Elf. Allow Me the challenge. Just for a short moment, Elf. Come. Please."

Sle'nel’ rose, giving in, somewhat pleased by the challenge, but yet irritated at being forced to do yet another thing. She examined San'lr'in’ for a moment, then picked up the sword, “This is of no purpose, San'lr'in'."

"Then do it just to please Me, My Elf. Or do you have a matter more pressing than this to which you should tend?"

"No.” She raised her sword and touched the tip of it to her Queen's. Instantly, The High Queen began to fight against her. Being an Elf, Sle'nel’ couldn't give in easily, so she met her Queen's moves quickly, beginning to force herself into quickness of action and thought.

"You are angry, yes?"

Sle'nel’ swung with much force against her Queen's sword, “YES!"

The High Queen taunted her with strong and quick moves, “At who?"

"You! The Dark Sorcerer."

The High Queen began an aggressive series of moves, forcing Sle'nel’ backwards into the forest, where Sle'nel’ didn't wish to go. San'lr'in’ knew it would make her bring her anger even more forward, “You think you know what anger is, but you know not, Elf. You have no notion of true anger. You are just mildly so."

"NO! This is not truth, and you know it!"

Sle'nel’ became blinded in her anger, striking out as forcefully as her anger would allow. She no longer thought of who she was fighting, just that she was fighting against all that she hated. She felt the pain in her shoulder and knee, but cared nothing of it, lashing out at her hate.

As Sle'nel’ became more angry, she became more uncontrolled and unfocused in her moves. San'lr'in’ kept her focus steady upon her Elf, knowing that Sle'nel’ was paying little attention to who she now fought. And San'lr'in’ well knew that Sle'nel’ was now fighting against her own demons. Slashing out her hate, Sle'nel’ used all her strength in every move, caring neither to win nor to lose, but just to strike out at the Dark Sorcerer. Just to kill her anger. To kill him.

San'lr'in’ wanted Sle'nel’ to rid herself of her anger, so kept Sle'nel's anger high until she was overly exhausted. She taunted her unmercifully, not wishing to re-instill the memories, but wishing for Sle'nel’ to have the opportunity to finally fight against that which allowed her no recourse.

"Is this the best you can do, Elf? The Dark Sorcerer surely would have killed you even if he had let you loose from your shackles."

Sle'nel's eyes became wild in their hate, fearing the statement to be truth, “NO! This is not so!” She pushed her strength even harder, bringing her sword down upon her Queen's with a force that she had never prior used. Even The High Queen was amazed at Sle'nel's force against her struggles.

"You were afraid."

The High Queen brought her sword mightily down against Sle'nel's. Sle'nel’ halted it with great effort, then returned the blow, but wildly so, “NO!"

"Yes. In truth, you were afraid."

Sle'nel’ moved more forcefully against San'lr'in', raging against her, raging against the truth.

"You were afraid of the pain. Afraid of having to endure more."

"NO!

"You hated him for what he did."

She brought her sword down with all her force, with all her body, “I hate him."

"And you are angry with Me for not arriving more quickly."

"NO!” Once again, Sle'nel’ moved into a blinding rage, fighting against the truth.

"Yes. The pain was unbearable, and I provided no halt to it. You were angry at Me for allowing as such to occur."

Sle'nel’ brought her sword down upon San'lr'in's over and over again.

"I hate him for what he did."

"I was afraid. I was afraid of more pain. Of more torture."

"I could survive no more."

"I was afraid, and I wanted to die."

Upon each statement, she brought her sword against San'lr'in's with all her force. San'lr'in’ held onto her sword tightly, offering little opposition, but allowing Sle'nel's rage to fully emerge, “He hurt you."

Again, her sword came down, over and over, like a hammer, “YES!"

San'lr'in’ fought against her lightly, seeing that Sle'nel’ was now in full rage, so cared little about the fight. She received the blows, moving quickly to counter the next one.

"He hurt you in places of your greatest weakness."

"YES!"

Blow after blow, Sle'nel’ fought her demons. She was tiring, but had no notice of it. San'lr'in’ could see she was tiring, but also knew it would take many more moments to allow Sle'nel's rage its full release. She moved quickly about, forcing Sle'nel’ to keep up with her, tiring her even further.

Ann'wn had been called, and The Healer, Caitha and Meera also came, having heard the noise of the fight. They waited, seeing that their Queen had the fight well under control, but worried and concerned over their Elf. They could hear their Queen and Sle'nel's words, so knew the anguish Sle'nel’ was raging against.

"I HATE HIM!"

"You were afraid."

"HE TORTURED ME!"

"You wanted to kill him."

"I wanted to hurt him as he hurt me."

"You rage against yourself."

"NO!"

"YES. You hate yourself. You hate yourself for being weak."

Finally, San'lr'in’ had discovered Sle'nel's most painful truth. Sle'nel’ began to cry, giving it no attention, but now enraged beyond all limits. She lashed out blow after blow, with strength that didn't exist within her slender body, with strength that belonged only to her well-hidden demons.

"NO!"

"YES! You saw yourself as weak."

"NO!"

"You have always thought yourself as strong in this regard, but found yourself as weak, like any other. Like any other, Elf. This is the characteristic of torture. No one can endure torture. All give in. You are no exception."

"NO!"

"More than any hate within you, you now fight against the hatred you hold of yourself. What did you do Elf, plead for mercy? Plead for a quick death?"

"NO!"

"You did! As all do. Like he did as well."

"NO!"

"Yes. You did. I can see this well and there is no shame to this. I did as well."

San'lr'in’ saw that Sle'nel’ was freely crying as well as weakening. Sle'nel's demons were finally forced to show themselves. San'lr'in’ carefully began countering Sle'nel's moves, making her to now fight against her. Making her to think and draw herself back into The Realm. Sword move after sword move, San'lr'in’ slowly made Sle'nel’ see her; made Sle'nel’ watch her moves.

"Say it, Elf. You saw yourself as weak, and you hate yourself for it."

"NO!"

"Yes. It is so. You were weak and afraid."

Sle'nel’ tried to lash out against her rage, against her Queen, but San'lr'in’ began to move Sle'nel's rage aside. She forced Sle'nel’ back, shocking blow after even more shocking blow. Sle'nel’ was tiring quickly, having spent all her energies fighting against herself and her own demons. After many long moments of fighting, San'lr'in’ moved Sle'nel’ against a tree, then forced her sword from her hands. Sle'nel’ hung her head and cried.

"You were afraid, My Desire."

Sle'nel’ nodded her head, desperate in her emotions.

"You pleaded for mercy, and it is this memory that now haunts you."

Sle'nel’ placed her arm up to her eyes, trying to hide from The Realm. She nodded, softly replying, “Yes."

The High Queen dropped her own sword, moving slowly up to her love, “You hate Me for not arriving prior to this."

Again, she nodded, “Yes."

"And you hate him for making you arrive to this moment."

"YES! I hate him for this. I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM!"

Sle'nel’ yet had her head bowed and her arm to her eyes, shielding herself away from The Realm. But she was crying, sobbing, overly tired to face her demons and truths, overly tired to halt herself from crying. The High Queen went to her and placed her in her arms, holding her tightly. Sle'nel’ cried for many moments into her Queen's shoulder, finally letting lose her demons she had held so fiercely to her.

"I hate him."

The High Queen just allowed Sle'nel’ her own moments. The High Queen said nothing, but held Sle'nel’ tightly to her, allowing her to feel protected and safe. She rocked her lightly while they stood, and held her head gently.

"I hate myself."

After many more moments, San'lr'in’ responded to her, “And I am most proud of you, My Desire. I know what occurred in that cave, and I know full well how you responded. While you cannot be proud of yourself, I can be for you. Both Caitha and My Healer saw your bravery and have commented on nothing else. Even through the pleading, you held strong and didn't allow him to torture them. You beat him, My Desire, even though you were fully shackled. You used your wits against him, and it is you who won. Do you not see this as truth, Elf, as it is so?

"While I can remove Myself from pain, there will come a moment, even for Me, if the torture lasted long enough when I also would plead for mercy. No one in all The Realm can endure this sort of pain for any length of moments. This is truth, My Desire. I speak only truth. I am truly sorry I arrived not sooner, but I am truly proud of your bravery. Only you could have acted so selflessly. You saved The Healer and Caitha from such, and I most proud of you."

In almost a whisper, Sle'nel’ replied, “I am ashamed of myself."

San'lr'in’ felt sorry for her Elf, but knew Sle'nel’ would move away from this most terrible of moments now that she recognized her demons. She continued to tell Sle'nel’ stories of others and how they fared, and slowly, Sle'nel’ let go her personal demon and re-entered The Realm.

Yet in her Queen's embrace, Sle'nel’ finally looked up at her, “I knew not that I felt as such.” Then laid her head once again on her lover's shoulders, “I am not, in truth, angry at you, San'lr'in'."

San'lr'in’ laughed lightly, “A wise scholar once told Me that if I must hate, that I should focus My hate rather than attempt to hate overly many at one moment, or I might dilute it."

Sle'nel’ smiled a little at the comment, looking up at her Queen, “You just attempt to remove yourself from my hate list."

San'lr'in’ moved close to her lover's ear and whispered, “Have I yet succeeded in doing as such, My Desire?"

"I know not, but think you will have to try more than this."

"Perhaps this, then?” She kissed Sle'nel’ gently, but fully.

Sle'nel’ looked as if she were thinking it over, “Hmmm ... not bad."

"Not bad? This is all I rate? I have been told by many lovers prior to you that a kiss from Me would provide—"

"At moments, my Queen, you speak overly."

Sle'nel’ made a move to kiss San'lr'in', and for a few moments, they enjoyed their quiet but grateful togetherness.

San'lr'in’ motioned her head slightly to the ones that now waited, “They are concerned about you, My Desire. Would you be willing and ready to attend our last eve's meal prior to the great Gates?"

She looked at her friends for a brief moment, then back to San'lr'in', “Must I?” She let her eyes plead for her, trying not to smile, and trying to look pitiful.

The High Queen laughed, “Such looks will not convince Me, My Elf. I need you by My side at this eve's meal."

Sle'nel’ nodded. They began walking arm-in-arm to Ann'wn and the others. Sle'nel’ held out her free hand to Caitha as they passed, and together, they allowed Meera to guide them to the eve's meal.

* * * *

They were seated at another makeshift long table, enjoying their last meal prior to El'fs'nd'lle. Sle'nel’ had insisted that Caitha and Meera sit near her. Also at the table were Mil'der'in and Fon'elnn', Sam and Uthrn, Shr'dler'in and Ann'wn. Ern'seln’ was also at the table, along with her charges—Sele', Krl'lnn', and Roen.

As was her usual, The High Queen was sitting back into one corner of her chair, partially away from the table. She was enjoying the moment, knowing that Sle'nel’ was now recovering from her moments with the Dark Sorcerer. She watched quietly as Sle'nel’ and Caitha spoke together throughout the entire meal, catching up on the journey, and was pleased. She saw that Sele’ was beginning to form a bond with Ern'seln', as well as Roen, also pleased at such. She examined Mil'der'in and Fon'elnn', and while she knew little of this long-prior Master, she was also pleased at this pairing, seeing them quite involved with the other. She watched Sam and Uthrn for a brief moment, but then quickly moved away from their overly tense moments, knowing that they would work through the relationship in one fashion or another. She also saw that Roen and Ern'seln’ were becoming quite close, seeing that they made continual eye contact with the other, then blushing at the moment.

"Highness, is all well with you?"

She turned to the voice, “Yes, High Counselor. I am just enjoying the company at this table. I find it most amusing and pleasant."

"The High Counselors would like to know who you might suggest to replace you as Queen of the Valley, Highness, if this yet be your desire."

"You, of course. Is this even a question?"

"But, my Queen, I would then be unable to attend with you while you are at Rns'deln'. Is this such as you desire, Highness?"

"I can think of no better than you for Queen."

"In truth, I agree with the High Counselors. You are the best possible choice for such, Highness. My preference is that you remain as both."

"I cannot continue to do both, High Counselor. It is in truth, inappropriate. I suspect that if we searched through the laws of the Valley, we would find as such not allowed. I think the Counselors have chosen to ignore this law."

Mil'der'in blushed, as if embarrassed, “How did you come to suspect as such, my Queen?"

She smiled at Mil'der'in, knowing now that her suspicions had been correct, “For many cycles, I have searched in the records for this law. Curiously, whenever I go to find this particular section of our laws, this book is ever missing. Perhaps you can explain as such?"

"I cannot comment, Highness. But I can tell you that the Counselors are considering a replacement only for the moments you are gone to Rns'deln'. This is how much they wish to keep you as both Queen and High Queen."

"A temporary Queen? Once every half-cycle? What foolishness is this?"

"Think on this, Highness. It may be the best solution. It may make them see the need for a real Queen, and such would allow them to come to this decision on their own rather than you forcing them to it."

The High Queen raised an eyebrow, examining Mil'der'in more carefully, “In truth, Mil'der'in. I think that it is you who wishes Me not to step down as Queen. Is this so?"

"There is no one who would serve the Valley as well. But there is another reason, Highness. If one is chosen as Queen, and you find that this selection becomes an irritant to you, you will leave the Valley permanently. Your Counselors and I wish this not such to occur. We want you with us, my Queen. It is as simple as this. Whatever way must be taken to keep you, it shall be done."

"This is not the most sensible solution, High Counselor. You would make an excellent Queen, and would not cause Me to leave the Valley permanently. We have worked together across many, many cycles, and never has this yet occurred."

"In truth, my Queen, even the Counselors considered me as perhaps an acceptable Queen, but only in the moments you were gone from the Valley. But I know not if I wish as such. I wish to serve you, and to be by your side at the audiences, and as such. If I were Queen, this could not occur."

"We seem to have a dilemma, then. I hadn't thought that you may not wish to be as such. I will give your solution some thought."

"My Queen?"

"What may I provide to you, Master?"

"What is it you wishing for me, at journey's end?"

"Master. Did Drn'rn'thel'ineln’ also live as High Queen in the Valley?"

"Liking you, Highness, First One was Queen prior to being High Queen. But she was being Queen of Rns'deln'. Is Rns'deln’ yet being in The Realm, High Queen?"

"Indeed. They have long prior carved their dwelling out from the rocks. I understand that prior, they began their large in-stone dwellings from the small caves that had been there."

"Just prior to First One, they beginning their cave enlargements then. But there being much fighting across The Realm. Finally, the Deep Mystics asking her to becoming a new role. The First High Queen. She, liking what you doing in the Valley, was both Queen and High Queen. She quitting her role as Queen in Rns'deln', and moving to the Valley. She choosing it for its well-protected location, but it needing overly much building then. We being the ones to building the great melting gates, Highness."

"Who was Queen of the Valley?"

"Lor'ger'thel'ineln'."

"The second High Queen?"

"I know this not, my Queen."

"Oh. Of course not.” She thought it about it a moment, then to no one, she said, “So as to train her, then, prior to becoming High Queen. Hmmm ... a good consideration."

She looked to Mil'der'in, “We will have to think much more on such as this.” She looked back to the Master, “To answer you question, Master, I would like you to consider two roles. I would be most pleased if you would begin teaching others to become Masters of the Sword. And I would be most pleased if you would consider joining My forces, in one regard or the other. Do you have any particular desires that you would like to occur?"

"I was one of First One's personal guards, my Queen."

"Force Leader."

"My Queen?"

"Perhaps you and the Master might work out a role that is most appropriate for her high rank and most agreeable to her desires."

"Of course, my Queen."

"Oh, and Force Leader."

"My Queen?"

"I have need to speak with My Private Guard at the conclusion of this eve's moments."

"It will be done, my Queen."

The High Queen then looked at Sam, “Sam'r'in'thel'ineln'."

"Yes, Highness?"

The High Queen rose, “I understand that you requested an audience, but first I have a presentation for you, knowing that you will soon be leaving our company."

The High Queen gave a nod to Ann'wn. As by prior arrangement, Ann'wn nodded to a guard, and the guard brought up ten horses. Sam looked at them, fully surprised.

"I present you with these Mystic horses so that you can travel with greater speed between our towns. Each of these horses will bear a foal within two moons, each from a different background. Woden will soon have enough Mystic horses for all to travel throughout The Realm in such a fashion as this."

Sam was fully amazed.

"Oh, and My Sister. The light tan horse with the beautiful white mane is yours. I have hand-selected her for you, and she is from the same background as My and Sle'nel's horses. I think you will find her eagerly awaiting you as her new companion. She is fully trained and has been attached to no other. She will now remain with you throughout your life, if you find this arrangement as acceptable."

"But how ... when did you but manage the moments to get these?"

She laughed lightly, “Ann'wn arranged it for Me. She had the messenger guards return with them from the Valley. We are never without contact with the Valley. The messenger guards change every other turn, so it wasn't a great difficulty."

Sam rose and went to her sister, giving her a hug, “I know not what to say, Highness. I am fully shocked and pleased. I am fully surprised."

Mil'der'in laughed, “Be not so, Highest. The High Queen just does as such so as to keep a better watch over you. You now have no reason to ignore her request of your presence."

Everyone laughed.

"Thank you, San'lr'in'."

San'lr'in’ put her hand on Sam's shoulder, “I am grateful that you have come fully to The Realm. This will become crucial as we proceed, but your willingness to commit to such has given Me much relief. But enough. You requested an audience of Me. What is it you need from Me, Highest of Woden?"

Sam was slightly hesitant in her request. San'lr'in’ sensed her thoughts as Sam struggled for the correct words. She looked at Ann'wn, now frowning, “Force Leader. Have one of the guards bring the sorcerers to Me, as well as the scholars."

Sam began to speak, “I am having some difficulty—"

The High Queen raised her hand, “I will make this correct in only a moment, Highest of Woden."

One of the guards brought the sorcerers and the scholars forward. They knelt and bowed their heads to San'lr'in', “High Queen."

"Rise, Sorcerers of the Mountain. The Highest of Woden must return to her reign as Highest of Woden. I have great need of her to learn her powers quickly, so require her to be trained at all the moments by you, in Woden. She will ensure your needs are well tended while you are there, and you will be fully received by Woden for the moments she yet requires training."

The Sorcerers looked at each other, then at Sam, then back to their High Queen. The High Queen had sensed Sam's thoughts and learned that they had resisted her needs. So, The High Queen intervened, allowing them no alternative.

"The Highest of Woden will be leaving in one or two turns after we reach El'fs'nd'lle. You will be journeying with her to Woden. Your stay will be as long as it takes for The Highest to learn her powers. When you believe her training complete, all of you will return to display her powers to Me so that I can share in the celebrated moment."

She had allowed them no movement on the issue. They bowed their heads slightly, “To your will, High Queen."

"Good. Thank you, Sorcerers. I know I will be well-pleased with your training of The Highest.” She turned to the Scholars, “Scholars. When you are completed with your examination of El'fs'nd'lle, I would like you to consider spending some moments in Woden examining their culture as well as to teach. Might this be acceptable to you?"

Sam hadn't considered as such, but thought it as a good idea, as did the Scholars, “Oh yes, my Queen. This would be most desirable, and we would be most pleased to go to Woden. Thank you for offering this to us."

"Good. A few guards will remain with you until you complete your examinations of El'fs'nd'lle, and will then escort you directly to Woden."

They were quickly dismissed, and The High Queen returned to the table. Ann'wn rose, bowing to her Queen, “The forces would like one last eve of dancing and merriment, my Queen. Might this be acceptable to you?"

"Of course. The forces are certainly due this release from their overly many duties forced onto them during this journey. You have My leave."

"Would you honor us in presenting the first dance, Highness?"

She turned to Mil'der'in, “High Counselor. Would you be willing to fulfill My duties for Me this eve?"

Mil'der'in rose, nodding her head, “It is my honor, High Queen.” She turned to Fon'elnn', holding out her hand, “Would you honor me in the first dance, Master?"

Fon'elnn’ gently took her hand into her own, smiling, bowing politely to Mil'der'in, “It being my pleasure in such, High Counselor."

Everyone watched as the High Counselor and the Master danced the First Dance. The High Queen was pleased to see that Mil'der'in held herself so well, showing her elegance as well as her ability to ignore all those around her.

To herself, The High Queen thought, She is a Queen, most definitely.

As the First Dance ended, all the others began to select a partner and go to the smoothed-out dance floor. San'lr'in’ was fully relaxed, enjoying the moment of peace, watching the movements of the dancers, sitting back in her seat. She saw that Ern'seln’ and Roen took Sele’ to the side of the dance floor, teaching her the dances. After four dances, Sele’ returned to the table, leaving Roen and Ern'seln’ to themselves.

The High Queen watched with amusement as Ern'seln’ became overly self-conscious, tripping over herself as they danced. She noted that Roen didn't seem to mind, gazing at Ern'seln’ as if she could do nothing wrong. San'lr'in’ smiled to herself as Roen pulled Ern'seln’ tightly to her, placing her cheek against Ern'seln's. Ern'seln’ looked surprised, then moved her head slightly, causing their lips to brush against each other's as if by accident. The High Queen could tell that this was the first kiss between them. Roen blushed, then kissed Ern'seln’ lightly and quickly, but clearly without accident.

"They are young."

The High Queen nodded, “Indeed. It is so. Do you recall your first moments, such as these?"

Sle'nel’ laughed quietly, “I was most awkward and unsure of myself, such as Ern'seln'. You?"

San'lr'in’ laughed, “I was forever interrupted. When I finally arrived to the first full moment, I kept looking over My shoulder, thinking I would yet again be interrupted. My lover was most displeased."

"How many cycles were you?"

"Fifteen, I think. Perhaps sixteen. You?"

"Around the same. Who was your first lover?"

"One of the sorcerer women. She died in battle a few cycles later. You?"

"One of the women of Woden, of course. She also died in battle a few cycles later.” Sle'nel’ moved a little, wincing from the pain.

"Your knee and shoulder hurt."

"I used them overly during our fight."

San'lr'in’ looked at Sle'nel', admiring her. Sle'nel’ saw her do as such, “What are you staring at so intently, San'lr'in'?"

"You, My Desire. You are so beautiful."

"You cannot yet think as such, truly?"

San'lr'in’ rose and placed her hand out in invitation, “You are the most beautiful one in all The Realm. How could I ever tire of this? Your hair shines like the dark velvet eve. You eyes hold Me as if I were in a trance. Would you honor Me in this dance? It is a slow one, and I will be gentle."

Sle'nel’ saw that her Queen's eyes were sparkling in their delight of the eve, and of everything that seemed to now be going right in The Realm. She placed her hand into her Queen's, rising, as she looked at her lover with great interest, “You seem most pleased with The Realm, at this moment."

San'lr'in’ smiled lovingly at her, “With you in it, how could I not?"

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