Such a Boy

Khirsha is the main character of all of the books in the Swords of Fire saga. Everything we see and learn we see and learn through his eyes and comprehension. There are occasional respites in which we see things from Shatahar's view (Shatahar is the Warlord seeking to destroy Madatar and take control of The Great Sea), but Khirsha is our point of view character.

We meet him just before he turns nineteen. To my intended reading audience this would make him a young man in our society. In Khirsha's world he is still a boy. Physically, he is a young man, capable of all the physical things young men can do. Socially, however, he is much younger. There is much he doesn't know or understand which boys and girls in our society know as young teenagers. But that's Khirsha's society. It's how they all are, so he fits right in.

I like Khirsha. He has his life before him and everything seems possible. He is about to be confronted by things beyond his wildest nightmares, but he will grow with each encounter.

Both Khirsha and Tavaar represent a lot of how I wished I had been at the same age. Both knew fear, but neither was exactly timid. They took risks. As a result, they grew. They improved. They gained knowledge and understanding. All of the things I failed to garner because I was too afraid to try things which needed to be tried, and go places which needed to be visited. What a waste. Now I live vicariously through the lives of characters who never existed.

I guess that's what fantasy is all about, isn't it? A chance to be someone different. To be better. To be what we always wanted to be, but were too afraid to reach for.

In any case, I like Khirsha. He's a good main character.

Surgery Over

This is just an update on my mother, who had surgery this morning for cancer.

The surgeon said all went very well. Better than she expected. Now it is just a matter of Mother getting rest and healing up. That is the current risk. Mother is 82, diabetic, and she has leukemia. These things put her at especial risk for about 72 hours.

Thank you for any thoughts and prayers your gave, and have time to give over the next few days.

Thanks.

God bless.

A Lot Going On

I keep thinking about all of the background elements I have let slide the past few months. I think I finished with determining where all 7,400+ people lived every year of their life, but I'm not sure. I know I haven't finished with the military. That is critical if I am ever to make Tavaar's life into a real book.

At the same time I have Book I - currently titled, A Traitor in the Midst - to refinish. By the way, I have yet to have anyone tell me how that title grabs them. I've gone through so many titles that others hate I'm kind of shy about believing I've got a good one.

That I have a good book I do not doubt. That the book is interesting and fun to read I do not doubt. That an agent could sell it to a publisher I do not doubt. That a publisher could make good money off it I do not doubt.

So what do I doubt?

My ability to sell it to an agent when I finish it again. Damn query letters. I wish query letters were living things. I just might commit murder.

I can't sell. I just can't. It has nothing to do with how much I believe in the product. As soon as I'm supposed to convince someone else something is good I lose all enthusiasm. My focus leaves the product and turns to, "Who in the h*ll am I to be trying to convince this person/these people of anything?"

In the meantime, I still have to finish Book I. When I do then, perhaps, I will return to background work.

Good Ol' Blogger

FairyHedgeHog posted this. I looked at my Follower list and I'm still listed as "public". However, if you used to see me as a Follower and now don't, please let me know.

Thanks to Jennifer, through Sarah, for this explanation of why we're all apparently losing followers.

If you use Blogger as your platform, I'm sure you've noticed that your follower count is down. Apparently Blogger has changed everybody's followers to "anonymous" and anonymous followers don't show. If everyone can do these simple steps, we can all get our followers back:Go to dashboard, you'll see "Blogs I'm Following"Scroll down to the bottom of that list and click on manage.Then you'll see that all the drop down menus have been changed to anonymous. You just need to change them back to public.Hopefully we can get the word out, so everyone can take these steps. I hope this doesn't happen again!

On-Line Status at Risk

Just a heads up. My computer is sick. Here's the post.

Basic Beliefs

Back in December I posted about the Religious Message intended with Swords of Fire. Basically, none is.

All the same, it is difficult to create a world like The Great Sea without including elements which many would consider religious. Foremost among these elements is the idea of creation, and a Creator.

It turns some people off completely. Others are drawn by exactly those elements. And still others (probably most) don't care one way or the other. It's just part of the story.

I suppose it is difficult for a writer to not impart his/her basic beliefs into their writing, even when writing outside their basic beliefs. My beliefs on good and evil are reflected in what I write, for when characters behave in a certain way they are written as "evil" characters. And when characters behave in another way they are written as "noble".

What is difficult - if not outright impossible - is to write God as a character in a story. I've seen it done on movies and television shows, and read it in various other works. NEVER is God's character believable. God is not petty. God is not stupid. God is not ignorant. God does not make mistakes. And God does not answer to us.

I suppose that is why the High King in Swords of Fire is never a physically present character. He is referenced, and perhaps even spoke to. But he never speaks back. Not audibly to the characters. Determining what God would say is not easy to determine, and so often best left unsaid in fiction. Besides, to make the High King a more present character in Swords of Fire would only increase the presence of religion, I think. And I would just as soon avoid that for now. I'm not qualified to write religion. Not yet.

A Portion of Khirsha's Family Tree

I thought I would post this picture and see how well it shows up. If it works I'll post others.

Looking at it now, though, even in the editor, I'm thinking it won't work.

The top of the Tree is Dezro and Magdah. Dezro was Head-of-Family until his demise in the Window. Magdah is still alive and actually plays a small role in Book I.

Dezro and Magdah's first child was a boy: Abro. Abro would marry Zielmae. The second child would be Abrin, Khirsha's grandfather. Abrin would marry Adeliah. The third child was Mezra. A girl. She would marry Delmin.

Abro and Zielmae's children were Rupahrn, who married Valaya; Zenta, who married Mordan; and Ambloss, who married Niema.

Rupahrn and Valaya's children were: Sayla (a love interest to Khirsha), Raina and Pordahn.

Zenta and Mordan's children were: Arvayn (one of Khirsha's companions), Zinkayla, and Chorda.

Ambloss and Niema's children were: Meekel (one of Khirsha's companions), Hogahn (who died as an infant), Biern and Zeef.

Mezra and Delfin's children were: Drofin, who married Giayna; Korfin, who married Traia (who plays a role in Book I); and Daminda, who married Englo.

Drofin and Giayna's children were: Gydia, who married Whesho; and Drogyn.

Korfin and Traia's children were: Kortra, Krofi, and Fahnrit.

Daminda and Englo's children were: Endahn, Danin, and Dameada.

Abrin and Adeliah's children were: Khaiu (important in Book I), who married Tura (also in Book I); Shello (Khirsha's father), who married Klarissa (Khirsha's mother); and Arlae (also in Book I), who married Holan (minor role in Book I).

Khaiu and Tura's children were: Kelso (major character); Thaia (who died young); and Tursa (also in Book I).

Shello and Klarissa's children were: Khirhsa (main character); Kaschira (who died young); and Shirae (also in Book I).

Arlae and Holan's children were: Arlah (mentioned in Book I); Lorae (mentioned in Book I); Ahrlan (mentioned in Book I).

Even with small families it doesn't take long to have a lot of people.

Something Worth Reading, I Think

I am not going to make one of my regular posts here today. Instead, I am going to refer you to something I posted about on A Voice in the Wind.

For me, it is a very moving story I read just this morning. Maybe it touches me more closely because my own mother has cancer, but I don't think so. I think it is a moving story no matter what.

If you have the time, at least read the link to the story I read. You have a good day.

Remembering the Original Plan

From the beginning there were Humans, Elves, Dwarfs, and Ceres. The Figgits, Pennans, and Nomads came later.

At the start, the entire saga was about Khirsha, and Khirsha alone. Only later, when I began to develop the world did I come to realize the more far-reaching concepts of all that was taking place. By then I realized what I was creating was a place in which literally thousands of stories could be told, each distinctive from the others. The worlds, while having similar characteristics, were all different places, which different people. Most of the worlds would be completely ignorant of Elves in particular, but probably even a good number of the other races, too.

A variety of race/creature combinations could be imagined. Think of it.

Nomads - extinct race (presumed)

Pennans - extinct race (presumed)

Humans - hundreds of cultures

Dwarfs - many cultures

Figgits - several cultures

Gargoyls - several kinds

Gnomes - several kinds

Barbarians - many kinds

Trolls - several kinds

Dragons - twelve breeds, two kinds within each breed

Unicorns - eight breeds

As you can see, a lot of potential stories. And this doesn't even include the Children of Fire, Wizards, Teachers, Mortals, Warlords, Assassins, Overlords, gryphons, manticores, etc., etc., etc.

The Great Sea is a place for artists. Painters, Sculptors, writers, and whoever can come to The Great Sea and find a place to express their craft. There are certain things which must be kept true across creations in order for the work to truly be from The Great Sea. I suppose I should compile a compendium, or guide, of some sort to aide in the work.

For General Questions/Comments

Angelic Beings

That the Children of Fire are "angelic beings" is clear from any description I give them. But how close they are to real angels I cannot say. I doubt very. But there are similarities.

The Children of Fire have the power to assume any physical form they desire. These forms can be of real things, familiar to the mortal Free People who populate The Great Sea. Or they can be something entirely new and confusing. There is no limit.

I expect that is true of real angels, too. As spirit beings they are not bound by the physical. They can look like people, animals, or anything else. In the Book of Ezekiel we read how the prophet saw a vision of angels who's descriptions seem to indicate they appeared as machines. Possibly spaceships. More than a few people have suggested that those U.F.O. sightings which cannot be explained by means of human creations, or natural earth events, could possibly be angels/demons flying through the air. Don't know. Could be, I suppose.

The Children of Fire have divided themselves into two groups: those who support the High King's decision that Madatar be given control of The Great Sea, and those who oppose it.

That's kind of true for angels, too. Most of them have remained true to God and serve him with all their heart. But some have turned away. For whatever reason, they now oppose God. In Revelation, Chapter 12, we read how the dragon's tail, "swept down a third of the stars of heaven".

The thing is, though, Swords of Fire is not about our world, our redemption, or even the angels which come here. Swords of Fire is about a different place, with different people, who follow a different code. So don't get too hung up when even my "good" angels don't behave according to scripture. They're following a different book.

The Reality of Unicorns

What is a Unicorn?

Well, to literal, it's a one-horned creature (the horn originating on the creature's head). End of description.

Using that description, any creature with a single horn could be called a unicorn. Rhino's? Single-tusked elephants? Goats?

Yes. According to the literal description, they would all qualify.

The Unicorn of legend is a horse, however. Generally white. Considered beautiful, magical, and extremely shy.

But did you know that God - our God - actually did create a species Adam named Unicorn?

There are no less than nine (9) references in the bible, according to Strong's Concordance.

Here are the references (using the King James Version Bible).

God brought them out of Egypt; he hath as it were the strength of an unicorn. Numbers 23:22

God brought him forth out of Egypt; he hath as it were the strenght of an unicorn: he shall eat up the nations his enemies, and shall break their bones, and pierce them through with his arrows. Numbers 24:8

His glory is like the firstling of his bullock, and his horns are like the horns of unicorns: with them he shall push the people together to the ends of the earth: and they are the ten thousands of Ephraim, and they are the thousands of Manasseh. Deuteronomy 33:17

Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib? Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee? Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? Or wilt thou leave thy labor to him? Wilt though believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy barn? Job 39:9-12

Save me from the lion's mouth: for thou hast heard me from the horns of the unicorn. Psalms 22:21

He maketh them also to skip like a calf; Lebanon and Sirion like a young unicorn. Psalms 29:6

But my horn shalt thou exalt like the horn of an unicorn: I shall be anointed with fresh oil. Psalms 92:10

And the unicorns shall come down with them, and the bullocks with the bulls; and their land shall be soaked with blood, and their dust made fat with fatness. Isaiah 34:7

The passages I find most interesting are those in Job and in Psalm 22. Clearly, God is describing a real animal to Job. And David seems to be talking of someone having taken the horn of a unicorn and made it into a sounding horn, such as with shells from dead sea-animals.

There is a difference, however, between the unicorns of the Bible and the unicorns of legend. The unicorns of legend are graceful animals, shy of people. The unicorns of the Bible appear to be powerful animals, unafraid of much of anything.

I found this article about Biblical unicorns which used other research to support unicorn existence. From it, I gather that the real unicorns more resembled a large ox-like animal.

“a little below the elephant in size, and of the appearance, color, and shape of a bull. Their strength and speed are extraordinary; they spare neither man nor wild beast which they have espied . . . . Not even when taken very young can they be rendered familiar to men and tamed. The size, shape, and appearance of their horns differ much from the horns of our oxen. These they anxiously seek after, and bind at the tips with silver, and use as cups at their most sumptuous entertainments.”

This description appears to fit with the unicorns described by God to Job. Unicorns were not creatures to trifle with. Not because of any inherant magical qualities, but because they were quite dangerous.

Suffice to say that, while I accept the likely description of real unicorns (extinct since at least the 1600s), the unicorns of my stories tend more toward the legendary type. Writing stories isn't about being accurate to the real world. Writing stories is about having fun.

Tavaar - 34th Edition

This, I believe, is the final scene which includes Kelenbah. I like the scene because it is when Tavaar assumes command of the company. It isn't necessarily written well, but it's backstory. Like the rest of Tavaar's story, it may one day be refined.

Formatting: Text notes; Text narrative; Blog notes.

Tavaar walked to Kelenbah’s hut. Velitz and Mohrtive were with him. As Tavaar walked up they glared at her. Kelenbah said something and they left.

“They do not look happy,” she said.

Kelenbah smiled and grunted. “I think they hate you.”

“I know they do.”

“They may never forgive you for this.”

“Their problem. You have, though? Seems kind of quick.”

Kelenbah stared at her. “I don’t know. You have forced me from my command, but you have brought me back to my wife. I am feeling a lot of different things right now, and depending on where I put my focus I am filled with great anger, relief and love.”

“As long as your love is directed to your wife.”

Kelenbah smiled, grimly. “Still no quarter?”

“No. What did you want me for?”

Kelenbah stooped and picked up a stack of parchments. He presented them to Tavaar, who took them without question.

“That is the order pouch for the company’s mission during the test. There will be two warriors. Their task is to reach West Stop before the next moon. Our – your job is to capture them.”

Tavaar began to rifle through the parchments. She only glanced at the one with the map. She was more interested in who was being tested. It could prove useful.

“I have already made some notes about how to deploy the company. That was, of course, with the assumption we would have a full company. If you would like, we could delay our departure until the mission is over. I would leave you in command.”

“Thank you, but no. I think it best we make this break quick and sharp.”

Kelenbah hesitated, as though tempted to say more. Tavaar continued to study the fact sheets on the two opposing warriors.

“I must say, I am surprised you made Nayvehl your second.” Tavaar looked up. “Why do you think Velitz and Mohrtive came to see me? It’s all over camp. I would not have thought you would trust him. He has been very loyal to me.”

“He has been loyal to the family. You just happened to be in command.”

“Yes, I believe you are right. Mohrtive said he has already put a stop to some of the talk. I wish he could stop it all. I wish I could. I suppose I could confess.”

“It is too late for that. I will survive.”

“I know you will. As I said, you are the best. But I doubt Nayvehl would have returned the favor had I put him in command.”

“That’s why you chose me, isn’t it? You knew what was going to be said, and you knew Nayvehl would not promote me.”

“Yes. And I knew you would turn down my offer of help. But to succeed in this mission, the company is going to need a strong leader. That is you. I think your choice of chief scout is right, too. Beyond that, I have only one more thing to say. Considering all that has happened, you may not accept it. I cannot even promise that I mean it right now. Yet it may be long ere we meet again. We do not intend to remain in Gahrem. Your brothers – your father. It may not be safe. But I want to say I am sorry while I have the chance. That, and thank you for being merciful.”

Tavaar did not reply. She wasn’t sure how she felt. Kelenbah didn’t appear to expect a reply anyway. He waited a moment and then called into the hut. Gwihnna came out carrying a pack. Kelenbah picked his up and started away.

“I’ll be right there,” said Gwihnna. Then she turned to Tavaar. “Thank you.”

“There is no need.”

“I want to say I’m sorry, too. I wish I had been wise enough to have been your friend. Now it is too late.”

“Where will you take him?”

“I will seek a transfer to Black Ore Village. They always need help. It is dirty work with little glory. I will see what I can do about getting the others transferred, too. At least, Velitz and Mohrtive.”

“Thank you. It will not be safe for them in Gahrem.”

“No, I expect not. Tavaar, there is one more thing.”

“What?”

“It is about my premonition.”

Tavaar smiled. “You wished to tell me you made it up? I already guessed.”

Gwihnna did not smile. “No, Tavaar. That is not what I was going to tell you. You think I was lying? The premonition is real, Tavaar. In fact, it came again. It is much more clear now.”

Tavaar’s heart froze. This had to be a lie. It couldn’t be true.

“Who?” she forced herself to ask.

“That I do not know. He is still a shadow. His features are indistinct. But this I do know: you will have at least two children by someone other than Wheylin. I am sorry, Tavaar. Only you and I know. I told Kelenbah I made it up to trick you. I will tell no one else. Ever. I am sorry.”

She gave Tavaar a farewell kiss and left. Tavaar remained alone in troubled thought for some time before returning to camp. Bolar had suggested Gwihnna might have been lying, but he had not been definitive. Even Sashwa, now that she thought of it, had really evaded the question. Well, not this time. This time she would insist on a clear answer. Bolar was too far away to trouble. But Sashwa was here.

At the campsite Kelenbah and the others were giving farewell kisses. There were some tears, but not many. Although it had become clear the departing warriors were leaving the company permanently, no one, save a few, really knew why. Tavaar took her place in line and kissed each in turn. Neither the kisses she gave, nor the kisses she received, held much feeling. These were kisses of protocol. All save Gwihnna’s. She actually held Tavaar in an embrace.
Last was Kelenbah. As Tavaar was also last, this was before the entire company. The two looked at each other.

“Not even one, Tavaar? You would have me leave in ignorance?”

Tavaar took a breath. She took Kelenbah’s shoulders and kissed him quick. Then she let him go. Kelenbah smiled.

“Hmm. Not quite what I had expected. I had hoped for more. At least now I know. Fare thee well, Tavaar. And good luck. Come!” he said to the others as he turned away. “Let us be gone.”

The ten departing warriors lifted their packs and departed into the forest’s depending shadows. Tavaar watched them leave with mixed feelings. Her ordeal with Kelenbah was now officially over. There would be lingering after effects, such as the gossip, but Kelenbah had done his best to end that, as well. His comments would lead some to rightfully conclude she had never kissed him, much less lay with him. But she knew there would always be those who would refuse to believe anything but the worst. Most of those would be people who didn’t much care for her in the first place. A few might be some she admired. Hopefully, very few. No matter, for she was in command. She was twenty-seven and in command of a flamesword company. Not many could boast that.

She waited until the last of the departing warriors had disappeared before turning to face her command. All eyes were upon her. Some knew she was blameless. Others believed she was guilty. Some were not sure. This would be her first, and best, chance to establish herself. She decided to hit things head on. If it was to fall apart, it may as well do so from the beginning.

“I realize this has been an eventful evening,” she said. “For that reason, I will grant this time to clarify some of your questions – providing you have any. What do you wish to know?”

“How long will Captain Kelenbah and the lieutenants be gone?” asked Sohlvin, a young warrior who had supported Kelenbah.

Tavaar did not miss the reference to rank. The very first question had put her right to command in dispute.

“Kelenbah and the others will not be returning. By leaving the camp, they have left the military.”

There was a rush of talk.

“They can’t just walk away,” said Yahrleen. “What if we all did that?”

“Are they to be detained?” asked Quehlit.

“I do not know what is to happen to them,” said Tavaar. “Yahrleen is quite correct in stating family law forbids abandonment of one’s post. However, special leave is allowed by permission of the commanding officer.”

“So, Kelenbah gave permission to himself?” asked Yahrleen.

“In effect, yes,” said Tavaar, noting Yahrleen’s omission of using the title captain. “He place me in command before leaving, so the company is not leaderless.”

“Why you?” asked Sohlvin. “Why not Lieutenant Nayvehl? He’s the ranking officer.”

Tavaar saw Nayvehl react angrily to Sohlvin. A true warrior.

“He made the decision he thought was best,” she said.

“Best for who?” asked Diyendella. She had never liked Tavaar. “How do we know he wasn’t just repaying some ‘favor’ you gave?”

Sashwa, Wheylin and the others who had witnessed what transpired reacted angrily, but Nayvehl’s voice cut through the air.

“Diyendella, that will be enough!”

Diyendella quailed, but she had some spark remaining. “I think we have a right to know.”

Nayvehl stood. “I said enough!”

Diyendella went quiet and Nayvehl glared at the company. No one spoke. Then he turned to Tavaar and nodded before sitting.

“Thank you, Nayvehl,” she said. “I am aware of what ‘favor’ some of you believe, or wonder if, I gave. Diyendella says you have a right to know. Except you cannot know, unless you were there. You must either accept my statement that I did no wrong with Kelenbah, or you must believe me a liar. Either way, I have no desire, or intention, of trying to defend myself and prove my innocence. To all of you I give my word of honor that I am blameless. If you believe me to be without honor, so be it. I will speak no more about it. Neither will you within this command. That is not why we are here. Believe what you will, but remember why we are here. We are warriors. We will do our duty.”

“What of the command structure?” asked Quehlit. He glanced nervously at Nayvehl. “I mean, we have lost our captain and five lieutenants. That just leaves Nayvehl. Well – I mean – well, you, too.”

“Yes. How do we address you?” asked Yahrleen. “Forgive me, but I do not recall Kelenbah making you an officer.”

“He did not. That was not within his authority, as you know perfectly well, Yahrleen,” said Tavaar. “Promotions of that sort can only be given by Marshalls, Generals or Commanders.”

“So, you are still just a soldier?” asked Sohlvin.

“I am a soldier, yes. However, I am hardly just a soldier. I am the best warrior in this company, and I defy any of you to challenge me on that. I am also in command.”

“Then what do we call you?” asked Yahrleen.

“Lieutenant Nayvehl has suggested Sub-Commander.”

“But that’s a village rank!” sneered Sohlvin. “Out here, it is no better than being a soldier.”

“You have some problem with it?” Tavaar asked.

Sohlvin was about to reply, but a that moment he saw Tavaar’s face and fell quiet. He swallowed and relaxed. “No, Sub-Commander.”

“As ranking officer, Nayvehl will be second in command. He will give you your assignments and handle most day-to-day operations. Sashwa will be Chief Scout. I do not have the authority to actually make her a lieutenant, so you may call her Chief Scout. Beyond those two, I have yet to consider others. I will meet with Nayvehl and Sashwa at my hut after eating to discuss it.”

“How long do you think this will last?” asked Quehlit. “Not that I’m unhappy. I just – how long?”

“It will depend mostly on how long it takes Kelenbah and the others to reach the High Command. There should be some at West Stop even as we speak. If that is their destination then High Command will know in two days. If they avoid West Stop, it could be nearly a week.”

“Wouldn’t they make for West Stop if they know High Command is there?” asked Quehlit.

“I do not know their destination. Kelenbah did not say.”

“In any case, it could be twenty days or more before a new captain arrives,” said Sashwa. “High Command is not likely to have a replacement with them at West Stop.”

“That is true,” said Tavaar.

“Will we wait here for the new captain?” asked Yahrleen.

“No. We are breaking camp tomorrow. Whoever comes to take command will have to find us in the wild.”

“Why not wait?” asked Sohlvin, regaining some of his surely attitude.

Tavaar looked at him. She understood the cloaked accusation that she was only breaking camp to keep hold of command that much longer, but she could tell the question was shared by others.

“We cannot wait because we have a mission. As I am sure you are all aware, we are tasked with defending against two warriors in a practice test. They began two days ago. Our job is to capture them in the wild.”

“How are we to do that? We’re short ten!” said Sohlvin.

All fell silent as they saw Tavaar focus on him. Sohlvin seemed to melt like ice under a hot sun. Tavaar felt like the sun. Her anger was burning hot. He really hadn’t meant to, but Sohlvin had just made a direct challenge to her authority.

“Sohlvin. Do you wish to remain in camp to greet the new captain? You can also explain to him why you have been left behind.”

“No, Sub-Commander. I do not wish to be left behind.”

“Then do not question my orders again. We still number roughly twenty.9 If we work well, it should be enough. I will go over the plan with Nayvehl and Sashwa this evening.”

Nayvehl stood respectfully. Tavaar nodded to him.

“Sub-Commander. I believe the outgoing captain made plans for our deployment. He may have left them in his hut. With your permission, I will go look.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant, but there is no need. I have all of the mission data. However, we will not be using that plan.”

Quiet whispers and looks of astonishment swept through the camp. Nayvehl looked uneasy, but he kept his poise and said nothing. Tavaar found herself more and more impressed by him.

“I see you are wondering why,” she said. “This company has used the same strategy since before Kelenbah.”

“Precisely. And it usually works,” said Yahrleen.

“True,” said Tavaar.

“They – why abandon it? Sub-Commander,” said Quehlit.

“For two reasons. First, because, as Sohlvin was alert enough to point out, we are short ten warriors. The plan I was given is based on a company of at least thirty warriors. It will not modify well to our current number. But even more important, I am abandoning the plan because it cannot work – even were we at full strength.”

“How can you say that, Sub-Commander,” said Quehlit.

Tavaar smiled. “Because the starting point these two warriors requested points to a new strategy. We will defeat it.”

Nearly everyone looked uneasy. Yahrleen stood respectfully.10 Tavaar acknowledged her.

“Sub-Commander, forgive me, but you only learned of our mission today. Is that correct?”

“It is.”

“Then – please, forgive me again – how can you have developed an entirely new strategy? There has been no time. Do you have a strategy?”

“Yes.”

“Will…”

“I will go over it with Lieutenant Nayvehl and Chief Scout Sashwa after eating. All will be explained in the morning.11 If that is the end of questions, eat. Lieutenant Nayvehl. Post your guards and prepare your recommendations for two squad leaders. Have your supper and come to my hut.”

“Very good, Sub-Commander.”

Nayvehl immediately issued orders. Tavaar let him be. She started for her hut, but passed by Sashwa. Now she was angry again. She looked down at her friend, who was grinning back.

“You will come with me now,” she ordered, and continued.

Tavaar - 33rd Edition

The gaps in days is due to illness. Couldn't be helped. Sorry.

Thought there would only be one more Kelenbah scene. That's probably true, but I forgot about the scene before it. Don't worry. We're just about done with this difficult phase. After this Tavaar's life becomes interesting again. However, I'm not convinced I'll continue. We'll see.

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Tavaar led them back to camp. Kelenbah called in the sentries. He then announced he was leaving. He gave no explanation. He only indicated that he would not be going alone.

“Who will be in charge? Velitz? Mohrtive?” asked Bushan.

“No. Velitz and Mohrtive are coming with me,” said Kelenbah.

“Then who will command until you return?”

Kelenbah looked around. His eyes passed over his lieutenants and fell upon Tavaar.

“Tavaar will command,” he said.

Everyone was startled, including Tavaar. Velitz got to his feet and hurried to Kelenbah’s side.

“Captain, she is just a soldier. Surely, a lieutenant…”

“I said Tavaar, and Tavaar it is! Now, pack up. You and your wife. You, too, Mohrtive.”

While murmurs and glares filled the camp, Tavaar went to Kelenbah.

“Why did you pick me?” she asked.

Kelenbah looked at her. “Because you are the best. There is no other choice. You see? I am already wiser than I was.”

“Why have you only named Velitz and Mohrtive?”

“The plan was mainly theirs. Bushan and Liyvor merely agreed to it. Besides, you are going to need experienced help until replacements arrive. We are scheduled to defend against a test.”

Kelenbah walked away toward his sleeping area. Tavaar watched him go and then turned to where Bushan and Hohlva, his wife, stood talking with Velitz, Mohrtive, Mesha and Kafliha. They quit speaking when she arrived.

“I suppose you know what this is about?” said Velitz.

“I do,” she said, coldly.

“Then perhaps you would be so kind as to tell us?” said Mohrtive.

“You will hear soon enough, I’m sure,” said Tavaar. She turned to Bushan and Hohlva. “Pack your things. You are leaving with them.”

“Kelenbah gave no such order,” said Hohlva.

“An omission. But you are leaving.”

“Why?” demanded Hohlva.

Tavaar looked her in her eyes. “Ask your husband. You had best begin packing.”

She glanced around the camp, ignoring the looks and quiet whispers which surrounded her. She saw what she was looking for and walked to where Liyvor sat with Fahrmayn, his wife. She stood before them and they looked up.

“Will you excuse us, Fahrmayn? Liyvor and I must speak.”

Fahrmayn looked ready to protest, but Liyvor touched her and told her it was all right. Fahrmayn got up and walked away, but not too far. She looked back nervously as Tavaar sat beside Liyvor. They did not look at each other. Tavaar’s gaze was forward. Liyvor’s head was bowed.

“So, were you to hold an arm or a leg, Liyvor? Where you to go second, or last? Tell me.”

His head came up. His face was ashen. He looked entirely stricken. This, more than anything, told her Kelenbah’s words were true. He had been in her arms. She had courted him once.

“Tavaar – I – I…”

“You will be leaving tonight, Liyvor. Take Fahrmayn with you. I will leave it to you to tell her why.”

She started to rise, but he took hold of her arm with both hands. She looked at her arm and he let go immediately. She remained seated.

Liyvor wept.“Tavaar, I’m sorry. Please, forgive me. Please!”

“I forgave you when I was told, Liyvor. That is not why you are being sent away. I am sending you away because you are not a good warrior, and I need good warriors, Liyvor.”

“I’m a lieutenant, Tavaar. I am good enough. You can count on me.”

“No, Liyvor. I cannot count on you, and you are not a good warrior. A good warrior would not have agreed to do what you agreed to do. You have my forgiveness. I will seek no personal recourse against you. But as commander of this company I cannot keep you here. I am not the only one who knows. There are others who would like nothing better than to kill you for your part in the plan. If you stay, they will. Get you gone, Liyvor. I do not expect to see you again.”

Tears were falling fast and free down Liyvor’s face. He nodded and got up. He walked away without another word.

Tavaar sat quiet. There were no tears on her face. She was surprised by this. Liyvor had once meant much to her. His treachery hurt. But already she was taking on the role of company leader. With so much of its leadership leaving now, the company would be cast into despair. They may not all like her, and many, if not all, were likely to believe they could guess why Kelenbah chose her, but they would all be looking to her for leadership and strength. She would give it to them. Kelenbah was right: she was the best.

Wheylin and Sashwa arrived. Wheylin sat at her left and Sashwa at her right.

“They are all leaving?” asked Wheylin.

“Yes. You, or Sashwa, would only kill them if they stayed.”

“True enough, Darling. They had best hurry or I might anyway,” said Sashwa. "You know what the whisperers are saying?”

“That Kelenbah put me in command because I finally let him lay with me.”

“Yes. Darling, I think you are going to wish you weren’t so benevolent. You should have kept him under detention at least long enough for all to know.”

Tavaar shook her head. “I could never have let him go, then.”

“Well, why did you? We had him, Darling. We still do, if you will just change your mind. We could have made him pay for what he has done; to you and to others.”

“Sashwa’s right,” said Wheylin. “You shouldn’t have let him go, Tavaar. This was our chance for revenge.”

Tavaar smiled sadly and patted their legs.

“Thank you both. I know your hard and unforgiving words stem from your love for me and what has been tried. But, my dearest loves, it is not about revenge. Nothing can make up for what has been done. To cling to our anger will only lead to hate, and that will kill us in the end. No. To make him pay is to make everyone suffer. Everything becomes known. To punish Kelenbah is to bring shame upon all. I will not allow it. No. I can let him go without a thought.”

Sashwa and Wheylin grunted their acknowledgment. Tavaar gave Sashwa’s knee a squeeze.

“I have put it behind me. You let it go, too. Okay? And you.”

“Very well. If you are happy, I am happy,” said Wheylin.

“Seems a shame to let him off so easy,” said Sashwa.

“He will not go unpunished. Not now,” said Tavaar. “His own conscience is going to punish him for a very long time.”

Wheylin sneered. “Conscience? Do you really think he has one?”

“He didn’t. But he does now.”

“Oh? And just where and when did this miracle take place?” asked Sashwa.

“When he watched Gwihnna stand ready to give her life for him. Did you not see his face? I don’t think he ever understood how much she loves him. Now that he does, he must live not only with the grief of what he has done, and tried to do. He must also live with the knowledge of the pain he has caused the only woman who loves him more than life itself. He can never amend for that. I am glad I am not him.”

“Or Gwihnna,” added Sashwa. They all laughed.

“But what of your reputation?” asked Wheylin. “They all believe you lay with him. When that reaches the villages, you may find yourself an outcast.”

“No. That will not happen, my love. Too many people have too many reasons for keeping all that Kelenbah did a secret.”

“But you said it wasn’t a secret. You said Bolar told you everyone knows.”

“Everyone guesses,” said Tavaar. “Officially, no one knows. That is how this will play out. There will be no official action. There is too much to gain by doing nothing, and too much to lose by doing what is right.”

“There may not be any official response, but people won’t pretend they don’t know what they think they know.”

“Wheylin’s right, Darling. This is going to hurt you. The whole family is going to believe you lay with Kelenbah to buy his command. And conscience or not, I seriously doubt he will do much to correct them.”

“Not everyone will believe it. I know the truth. You both know what really happened. There were others with us. They know what happened. Both tales will ultimately spread through the family. Some will believe the truth; some will believe the lie. Some may dismiss both as wicked gossip. I believe that those who know me – who love me – will stand with me.”

“Well, you know you can count on us,” said Wheylin.

Tavaar gave him a kiss. “I do. Now, it looks like we are down to two lieutenants: Aersha and Nayvehl. I believe Nayvehl is senior.”

“He is,” said Sashwa. “He also likes Kelenbah. Aersha doesn’t. She has resisted all of Kelenbah’s advances.”

“Well, we are going to have to reset our watch. Wheylin, go hunt down Nayvehl and tell him I wish to see him.”

“Nayvehl? Are you sure?” Wheylin asked.

Tavaar smiled at him. “That is an order, dear.”

Wheylin smiled back. “Very good. I hear and obey.”

They watched him walk away.

“Go ahead. Say it,” said Tavaar.

“Okay. Are you sure you can trust Nayvehl? How do you know he wasn’t part of the plot? Or perhaps he’s part of another?”

“Perhaps, perhaps. We know nothing except he is loyal to Kelenbah.”

“Well?”

“Sashwa, I can’t send warriors away just because they like Kelenbah. Without proof of misdeed, I must keep them. For one thing, we are going to need them. Kelenbah told me we are scheduled to defend against a test.”

Sashwa sighed. “Well, I guess I see your point. They deserve the right to prove themselves one way or the other. I just hope we don’t find they are disloyal at an inopportune time.”

“All times are inopportune for disloyalty.”

“As I said. But, I am loyal. What would you have me do?”

Tavaar looked at her. “Stay with me.”

Sashwa smiled and touched Tavaar’s cheek. “Always, Darling. I am always there for you.”

They kissed. Tavaar turned and saw Nayvehl walking toward them. He looked surly. Upon arriving, he made no acknowledgement. He just began to speak.

“Captain Kelenbah wants you at his hut.”

He turned to leave.

“Lieutenant! I sent for you. Did not Wheylin find you?”

“He did. But I didn’t come because I was called. I came because I was sent.”

Once again her turned to leave. Tavaar didn’t hesitate. She jumped to her feet. Sashwa got up with her.

“Lieutenant! Get back here.”

Nayvehl stopped and turned back. Clearly, he didn’t want to, but the power of Tavaar’s voice held him.

“Lieutenant, you will walk away when I have dismissed you, and not before. Is that clear?”

“You aren’t in command yet. The captain is still in camp.”

“I am in command, Lieutenant. The captain has given it to me.”

“Yes. It’s easy to guess why, too. Everyone is saying it: you lay with him to get command.”

“Are you merely informing me of what you have heard, or are you telling me what you believe?”

Nayvehl hesitated. His courage and resolve were faltering. “It is what they are saying.”

“I see. And what about you, Lieutenant? Do you believe it?”

Nayvehl didn’t answer. He appeared to not want to at all, but Tavaar held him in the strength of her will.

“Whether I do or not, I will not say so.”

“Excellent, Lieutenant. I realize this has been an evening of shock, but it appears your wits are returning to you at last. Regarding what I did, or did not do, you are free to believe what you will. However, I will not tolerate any undermining of my position. If you wish to believe me guilty, fine. But be careful how you speak and act. Is that clear?”

“Yes… Forgive me, but how do I address you?”

Tavaar paused and thought. “You may call me Lady Tavaar.”

“That is hardly a title of distinction. She at your side is granted the same title, yet she does not command.”

“A valid point. However, despite my being in command, I am neither captain or lieutenant.”

“Were you not a sub-commander in the village defense?”

She gave Nayvehl an appreciative smile. “Very well, Lieutenant. You may call me Sub-Commander.”

“Then, Sub-Commander, let me answer your question by stating it is clear.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant. Now, to my second point. When you address me, or speak of me to the others, you will do so with respect. It is not befitting for a second in command to do otherwise. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sub-Commander. But…”

“But what?”

Nayvehl looked at Sashwa. “You called me second in command. I thought…”

“A natural misunderstanding. Lady Sashwa will be our chief scout. I do rely on her much, but you are ranking officer. Kelenbah should have turned command over to you. As he did not, you will be next after me until such time that new captain arrives. Does that meet with your approval?”

Nayvehl’s expression was one of surprise, suspicion and delight. “Very good, Sub-Commander.”

“Finally, as to why I summoned you. As soon as Kelenbah leaves with the others, choose six for guard duty. Keep the watches close to camp. Have the watches rotate every two turns. I doubt Kelenbah assigned any of the departing to cooking duty.”

“He did not.”

“Then keep the current choice for today. Wheylin and Sashwa will cook tomorrow. Figure that into your watch rotation. Alternate the cooking duty daily hereafter. Everyone will have their turn. This will include both you and I. No one is to repeat the duty until all have had their turn. Clear, Lieutenant?”

“Clear, Sub-Commander.”

“Very good. You have your orders, Lieutenant.”

“Very good, Sub-Commander.”

Nayvehl marched away toward where most of the company sat waiting for supper.8

“So, chief scout, huh?”

Tavaar smiled. “You also thought I would make you second?”

“No. Not really. But you are a better woodsman than I.”

“I can’t command and scout both.”

“As to that, I’m surprised you didn’t turn command over to Nayvehl.”

Tavaar turned. “I did not ask for command. However, I am not giving it up.”

“Just teasing. I know you won’t. But are you sure you did well in making him second? Why not choose someone who you know to be loyal, such as Wheylin or Ahzbah?”

“It will not do for me to promote my friends when they are not the correct choice. Neither Wheylin or Ahzbah is ready to be second.”

“You made me chief scout.”

“You are fit for that. With me in command, there is none better suited.”

“There are still others who are loyal to you.”

Tavaar shook her head. “This is not about loyalty to me, Sashwa. It is about loyalty to the family. Nayvehl may not like me, or even respect me, but I believe he is loyal. He will do his duty.”

“You may be right. Look! If I am not mistaken, he is putting an end to the gossip.”

Tavaar couldn’t suppress her smile. Sashwa was right. Nayvehl was giving a small group of warriors a full dressing down. It seemed her instincts regarding him were correct. Very good. One problem solved.

“He will not put an end to it. No one can do that now. But he will force it back to the shadows where it belongs. Well, I guess I had best go find out what Captain Kelenbah wants.”

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“No. All danger in this matter has passed. Find some place to relax.”

Sashwa grinned. “Very good. I hear and obey.”

Tavaar - 32nd Edition

I skip ahead in Tavaar's backstory to the time when the plan Bolar gave her reaches its zenith. It has been a full year since Tavaar joined the company. The previous few passages, and this one, are not well-written, and in my notes I mention that they all need rewriting. Don't know if it will ever happen. But with the conclusion of the Kelenbah business Tavaar enters a new era.

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Tavaar sat and waited. It was time to bring the plan to its inevitable conclusion. She was certain it would work. Kelenbah was primed and ready. When he walked past to refill his plate, she stood.

“Captain. May I speak with you?”

Kelenbah stopped and appraised. As always, there was the ever present look of hope in his eyes. “What do you want, soldier?”

Tavaar smiled, softly. “Tonight, you may call me Tavaar.”

Kelenbah’s hope began to transform into expectation. “Tavaar? Really? But only tonight?”

“Well, we’ll see about later. That will depend, of course, on how our talk goes.”

“Then let us begin it. What do you wish to talk about?”

“I would rather not talk here. Could we find some place private?”

She could almost hear his heart rate increase.

“I think that can be arranged. Have you any place in mind?”

“Actually, I do. Will you come?”

“Most certainly.”

He tossed his plate aside and fell into step at her side as she led him away from camp. She led him past the ring of guards to a quiet place. It was a small hollow surrounded by thick hedges. Kelenbah looked around and smiled.

“This is certainly private,” he said. “It is practically a room with a door. Why so far from camp?”

“I thought you might become loud. I didn’t want the whole camp to hear.”

Kelenbah’s grin widened. “I can get loud. When I’m angry, and when I feel extreme – satisfaction. But somehow I don’t think you brought me here to make me angry. Did you, Tavaar?”

She smiled at him, coyly. “It would be a shame if you did.”

“Don’t worry. I think this is going to be the most wonderful night of my life. You’ve finally accepted the inevitable then?”

“I have. It has been a full year now. I have resisted, but no more. There is only one thing left to do. So I have brought you here to do it.”

“Wonderful! Shall we get started then?”

“Yes. Let’s.” He started to move toward her.

“I am officially renouncing my military membership.”

She had not touched him, but he pulled up like he had been slapped. “What?”

“I am resigning,” she said.

“But you can’t,” he said.

“Yes, I can. I am married and I can quit anytime after one year’s service. I have completed that year.”

“Normally, yes. But not in your case.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you are too good a warrior to simply ‘let go’. You first need my permission. I then forward that to a Commander who brings it to a General. In your case, I think it will require a Marshall to decide.”

“But other strong warriors have left early. I checked.”

“Oh, that is true, Tavaar! But you see, they were beginning families. They, or their wife, were with child. Are you with child, Tavaar?”

She hung her head. “No.”

“And are you and Wheylin expecting you to be within the year?”

She hesitated, then lowered her voice. “No.”

Kelenbah chuckled. “I thought not. I can’t figure why you even chose him. You could have had anyone, Tavaar.”

She looked up. “Not anyone.”

“Oh. Well, I guess some of us were chosen already, weren’t we? I tell you what, Tavaar. I think I can help you.”

“You will send a letter of approval then?”

“Of course. After you are with child.”

“With child? But that means – Wheylin.”

“No, no, no. It does not have to be Wheylin, Tavaar. Remember Gwihnna’s premonition? This is clearly how and why it comes to pass. Lay with me now. You may get your child tonight. If not, well, there is always tomorrow. We can try until it happens.”

“I can’t do that, Kelenbah. I made a promise to Wheylin.”

He began to get angry. “Wheylin! Don’t pretend to me you’re going to lay with Wheylin.1 I’m the one you will lay with, and you will have my child. You know this is true. In fact –“ he stopped pacing and looked at her as if suddenly realizing something. “Of course. You did know, didn’t you? You brought me out here to tell me you want to leave the military, knowing I would say no – unless you were with child. But you refuse to consent.”2

“Kelenbah…”

“Hush! It’s all becoming clear now. Your marriage to Wheylin. Your refusal to submit. Your bringing me here. It all makes sense now.”

“What makes sense?”

“You are afraid.”

“Of what?”

“Me. Males in general, I would say.”

“I am not afraid of males, Kelenbah. I had…”

“Yes, yes! You have had lots of males in your arms, but always under control. Always supervised.”

“I got married.”

“To a man you will not lay with. That is why you chose him. He lets you get away with it. You’re afraid of real men. Men like me.”

“Why am I afraid?”

He came closer. His manner was consoling.

“Look. I heard the rumors of what happened with Mehngen. I guess that left a mark none but you can see. But listen, Tavaar. I am not like that. I do not force. You know that now. That is why your manner changed toward me, right? At first you feared I was like Mehngen. You feared all strong men are. But now you see I am different. I am not rough and cruel. I am gentle and pleasing. I will give you pleasure you have never dreamed, Tavaar. Let me show you.”

He took hold of her shoulders and began to pull her close. Her hands came up against his chest.

“Kelenbah, don’t.”

“It’s okay,” he cooed. “I’m going to be gentle, and we’re going to go slow. Okay?”

He gently, but firmly, pulled on her shoulders, forcing her elbows back so that their bodies came together.

“Kelenbah, I haven’t given you permission to do this.”

“I know you haven’t. But that is what you want, isn’t it? You want me to take the initiative and break down your resistance. You want to be helpless in my arms. Thus, your innocence will remain. Very good, Tavaar. Now, let me show you how to make a baby.”

With a final pull, he brought her hard against himself, his arms wrapped tightly around her. He bent his head and kissed her on there mouth. Tavaar responded instantly. There was no hesitation. There was no doubt. She knew what was going to happen and acted quickly to bring it about. Her hand slid up the side of Kelenbah’s body to a place below his arms. Her thumbs hooked into the bend where shoulder met arm. Her fingers were on top of his shoulders. She brought her fingers and thumbs together in a vice like pinch.

Kelenbah fell away with a scream, clutching his under arms in pain. He stood hunched over, gasping and moaning. Finally, he bent his head up to look at her. “What did you do that for?” he asked.

Tavaar stood commandingly before him. She spoke loudly and with authority.

“Kelenbah, son of Wachdo3, you have broken family law.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“You have taken a woman, not your wife, into your arms for the purpose of laying with her. You have kissed her without permission.”

“Yes, but you wanted me to.”

“Did you, or did you not, hear me tell you to stop?”

“I did. But you weren’t serious. You want to lay with me.”

“If that were true, you would not have needed to wait until now. Kelenbah, son of Wachdo, I hereby place you under detention. You will be brought before the Council to account for your crime.”

“What crime?” Kelenbah mocked.

“It is against family law for any male to kiss a woman such as you have done without her express permission. That you are married to another makes it worse. That I am married to another makes it worse again. That you confessed intent was to lay with me makes it even worse yet.”

“I think not. You fail to realize is your charges will not stand without witnesses. Furthermore, you do not get out without my permission. And like I said, you don’t get it until you are with my child. My child. You are going to lay with me, Tavaar.”

“Do you think you can make me? Did you not stay to listen to the end of Mehngen’s story? I think not, little man.”

“I will have you if I have to get four to hold you down while I do it! And don’t think I can’t have that done. Now, I would rather it be gentle and wonderful. We can still lay together now. I am willing to forget what just happened. It will be wonderful. I promise. No one will ever know. I won’t even tell Gwihnna. Just say yes and I will give you your child. We can lay as often as you want. What do you say?”4

“If I say no?”

Kelenbah sighed. “Tavaar, I am through waiting. We are going to lay together. Tonight. To enjoy it, you have but to say yes. But I warn you: I already have my four. They suggested it to me, but I turned them down. I wanted it to be beautiful for both of us. But you leave me no choice. Say no again, and you will be held down. Then I will fulfill our destiny. Of course, the others will want their turns. I believe that was their thinking. We will repeat the process until you are with child – with, or without, your consent. Don’t say no, Tavaar. Say yes, and it will be just you and me. What do you say?”5

“That you are very picturesque in your options. However, you forget, Kelenbah, that I have placed you under detention. You are in no position to threaten anything.”

“Weren’t you listening?” Kelenbah snarled. “You need witness to prove them. Where are you going to find witnesses out here?”

“I will be a witness.”

Kelenbah started as Wheylin broke through the shrubbery to stand at Tavaar’s left. She took his hand and kissed him.

“Thank you, dear,” she said.

Kelenbah pointed an accusing finger. “Married couple! That won’t work. I’ll deny everything. I’ll say you’ve had it in for me. They will never believe you.”

“Oh, I think they will,” said Sashwa, coming and taking a place at Tavaar’s right. “And just in case you don’t think they will believe me either, there are others.”

Suddenly, nearly a dozen warriors entered the clearing, surrounding Kelenbah and cutting off his escape. Kelenbah looked like a cornered animal, wringing his hands.

“Take hold of him,” said Tavaar, and two grabbed Kelenbah’s arms. She started for him, but Wheylin stopped her.

“Let me,” he said.

She nodded.

Wheylin’s face was set with an anger Tavaar had never in her life seen upon it before. He walked to Kelenbah and undid his belt, removing his weapons. He drew out the knife.

“Do you know what I am thinking of doing with this?” Wheylin asked, waving the knife before him. Kelenbah’s eyes were wide with fear.

“Wheylin!” said Tavaar.

“Leave him be!” said Sashwa, moving forward to stand beside her brother. “He has the right idea.”6

“He is our prisoner now. That means we have duty to him.”

“We certainly do,” said Wheylin.

“Wheylin!”

Sashwa turned to Tavaar in anger. “We heard his threat, Darling. Do you think we’re just going to stand here and let him get away with that?”

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

“Why? Tell me! Why should we?”

“Because you love me. Because it is what I want.”

All went quiet, save for the wind. All eyes were on Tavaar. Wheylin had turned his back to Kelenbah. He nodded his head and put Kelenbah’s knife back into its sheath. Then he turned back to the prisoner.

“You are lucky, Kelenbah. I do love my wife, and so I will do as she says. However, in return, you will do something for us.”

“Wh – What do you want?”

“Who are the four who approached you with the plan to hold Tavaar down so you could have your way with her?”

“I – I can’t tell you that.”

Sashwa, who hadn’t taken her eyes of Tavaar, now turned to Kelenbah. She had new resolve. “Oh, yes you can, Kelenbah. Those beasts are not going to remain in hiding to threaten her again. I love her, too. And because I love her, I am going to do whatever it takes to find out who they are. Now, tell us who they are!”

“Tavaar! I am your prisoner. You can’t let them hurt me.”

Tavaar stood calmly. Her manner was gentle, but stern.

“I do not know that I can stop them, Kelenbah. Before, it was a simple matter of revenge. Now it has become the elimination of a threat. You would probably do well to tell us now. You will have to tell the Presider anyway.”

Kelenbah hesitated. He looked from face to face, but Sashwa was impatient. She reached for the weapons belt Wheylin held

“Give me that knife! Wheylin, take down his britches.”

“No! I’ll tell! I’ll tell!”

“Then get on with it,” said Sashwa.

Kelenbah took a quick breath. “Velitz. Bushan. Mohrtive. Liyvor.”

Tavaar listened to the revelation without visible reaction. But inside, she felt sick to her stomach. Velitz and Mohrtive she knew to have always been close to both Gwihnna and Kelenbah. They were deeply involved, as were their wives. But Bushan was a surprise. She knew he had been part of this, but she had thought he still liked her. And Liyvor had been in her arms only three years ago. His involvement was like treason.

“What do we do now?” asked Ahzbah.

“We take him back to camp and tell everyone he is under detention,” said Tavaar.

“Do we tell them why?” asked Wheylin.

A pause. “Yes. It is the only way they will accept it.”

“What do we do about the others?” asked Sashwa.

Tavaar hesitated. This part was unexpected. What should they do? What could they do? Technically, the evidence against them was weak. All they had was Kelenbah’s word to confirm their threat. The Council might not accept that as enough. This had become complicated.

“Tavaar, we have to do something,” said Wheylin.

“Wheylin’s right, Darling. Kelenbah said they came to him with the plan. That makes them dangerous, even if Kelenbah is gone. They want to hurt you, Darling. I’m not going to let that happen. If I have to, I’ll kill them.”

Tavaar’s eyes went wide. “Sashwa, our evidence is weak. You would be committing murder. You could be put to death for that.”

“It would be worth it to know you are safe.”

“Sashwa’s right,” said Wheylin. “I will kill them.”

“And me,” added Ahzbah.

Several others made the same vow. Tavaar didn’t know what to do. They were all committing themselves to a path of self-destruction in order to protect her. But she needed them all with her, not put to death for loving her. How could she make them understand?

She was again interrupted from her thoughts. This time it was from the sound of someone running heedlessly through the forest. They were drawing nearer. Tavaar thought she could guess who it was. Her guess was confirmed when Gwihnna burst through the surrounding hedge. Seeing Kelenbah held by two warriors and deprived of his weapons, she ran forward and forced him from the hands of his captors. She pushed him behind her and stood defiantly between him and the others. She drew her sword.

“If you want him in detention, you must kill me first,” she said.

Sashwa and Wheylin drew swords. Several others did, too. Tavaar walked forward to position herself between Gwihnna and the others. She did not draw her weapon.

“You are ready to die for him?” she asked.

“I am, if that is what it takes to save him.”

“Dying will not save him.”

“Then the trick is to not die then.”

“If you fight, you will die.”

“Who will kill me? You?”

“Yes.”

Something made Gwihnna hesitate. Perhaps it was Tavaar’s matter-of-fact manner. Perhaps there was an earnest coldness in her voice. In any case, Gwihnna did not attack.

“Why die? What do you hope to gain?” Tavaar asked.

“I will keep him free,” said Gwihnna. “I will take him away. We will begin our family. He will not be imprisoned.”

“He has already been placed under detention,” said Tavaar. “And your plan assumes you can escape. You cannot. Look at the warriors before you. This is not the way to save him, Gwihnna.”

Gwihnna started to speak, but caught herself. She had apparently intended to address them all, but now she focused on Tavaar.

“You have something in mind,” she said.

“I do.”

“Tell me. What is it you are planning now? Or is it a continuation of the other?”

“You believe this was a plan?”

“I do. I knew you were up to something. That is why I have tried to stay close to Kelenbah: to keep him out of your trap. But tonight we were apart. When I came into camp and found you and him gone, I knew you were going to trap him. I ran as fast as I could, but I was too late. What did you do?”

“I did nothing, Gwihnna. He trapped himself.”

“You led him on! You encouraged him.”

“As did you. And others. But encouragement does not relieve him of the responsibility of choice. I have been encouraged to behave the same way, Gwihnna. So have others. Kelenbah is caught because he was eager to behave wrongly. Let me tell you what has happened here. Kelenbah can confirm or deny my words.”

Gwihnna nodded and Tavaar began. She omitted no detail. When she spoke of Kelenbah’s threats, Gwihnna looked as though she had been struck. She turned to Kelenbah, as if willing him to deny the charge, but his guilt covered him like an odious slime. Finally, Tavaar finished.

“So. You had these others waiting? You knew what would happen?”

“I suspected.”

“You made it happen, you know?”

“No, Gwihnna. I accept responsibility for arranging this, but he made his choice. He could have stopped at any time. He should have stopped when I told him to.”

Gwihnna was silent. Then she lowered her weapon. “So, what are you proposing?” she asked.

“First, tell me: do you still want him?”

Gwihnna turned and looked at Kelenbah. He made an unattractive and pitiful sight. His face was tearstained, and he shook with fear. Then, he started to smile, but instead bowed his head and wept. Gwihnna turned back. She was crying.

“I love him,” she said. “I have always loved him. I know what he’s done, but I’m to blame as much as he. Punish me, not him! I love him. You can’t understand.” She bowed her head and wept.

“Of course I understand,” said Tavaar. “You love him. I accept that. Very well. Take him and go.”

Gwihnna’s head snapped up. Kelenbah continued to weep as if he had not heard. The others began complaining. Tavaar held her hand up for silence.

“You will just – let us go?” Gwihnna asked.

“Conditionally.”

“What condition?”

“First, you and Kelenbah will leave the military – tonight. You will take your accomplices with you.”

“Then who will command?” Gwihnna asked, suspiciously.

“Kelenbah can appoint someone before you leave.”

Gwihnna seemed surprised by this response. “Very well. What else?”

“I am releasing Kelenbah to your authority. You had it before and you gave it to him. I hope you see now that that did not work. You must see to it he behaves henceforth. Should he make any action toward anyone, he will be brought before the Council. His life will rest in your ability to keep him under control. Can you do it this time?”

“I can. I will. I promise.”

“Very good. Kelenbah! Stand forth.”

Kelenbah came forward slowly. As he did, Gwihnna covered him with her arms and stood at his side, protectively.

“Kelenbah, your very life may hang on a thread now. You know there are several here who would like nothing better than to kill you outright? Considering your plan for me, the Council just might choose to punish them lightly, or not at all. You deserve the worst of punishments, and I shall no doubt be severely criticized for not ensuring it. But this woman loves you. She came here to die for you. She has always lived for you, albeit foolishly, up to now. Are you willing to live under her care? Will you live with a woman who loves you? Or must you still look to the horizon?”

Kelenbah made to speak, but was not able. He nodded his head.

“He will,” said Gwihnna.

“That is not good enough. He must say it so I can hear it.”

Kelenbah worked his mouth, but he was not able to properly speak. In the end, he had to shout. “I will!” he cried. He fell against Gwihnna and she held him tight, cooing soft words of love and comfort.

I'm not happy with this passage. In fact, the entire Kelenbah thing failed to go well, and by this time I was glad to be rid of it. And Kelenbah. He remains for one more passage, and then he is gone.

Tavaar - 31st Edition

Took a bit of a sabbatical. Hope no one minds. Since no one posts comments I expect not.

We return to Tavaar in the forest. She has been keeping her intimacy with Wheylin a secret from all but Sashwa and Ahzbah. Meanwhile, she has been unabashedly flirting with Kelenbah, to Kelenbah's delight. But she has yet to give him anything physical. Gwihnna now decides to challenge Tavaar on her behavior. Using the ruse of an unusual sound, Gwihnna takes Tavaar alone to investigate.

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“I think this is far enough,” said Tavaar. “I doubt they can hear us now.”

Gwihnna stopped and turned, smiling appreciatively. “So, you have guessed my real intent, have you?”

Tavaar made a sound of disgust. “You insult me, Gwihnna. There is not a sound this forest can make that you could possibly hear before me when I am standing near. I heard no sound to investigate.”

“You are still a young soldier. I am a lieutenant. My experience…”

“Hardly compares to mine. I’ve been a hunter far longer than you have been a soldier. You wanted another private talk. Well, you got me out here. What did you want to discuss that couldn’t be said in camp?”

“I suppose you think you are being clever with Kelenbah, and that you have found a way to keep him at bay? But just how long can you keep up the charade, Tavaar?”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, girl! Now you insult me. Did you really think I am so stupid I cannot see through your game?”

“I thought it possible.”

“Do not think to disarm me with your coy remarks. Unlike that idiot friend of yours, I find no allure in your coquettish attitude. She’s drawn to you well enough. I venture she gets more from you than her brother. Perhaps I should have Kelenbah take lessons from her. We might end this quietly.”25

“Watch what you say about Sashwa.”

“Did I offend? Or just touch a nerve? Either way, I am sorry, dear. No, I just thought I should let you know I am not fooled.”

“Why do you think I’m trying to fool you? I thought it was Kelenbah, not you, I’m supposed to lay with.”

“Watch your mouth, girl. How you talk (and behave) with your friend is your business. But I won’t tolerate it. But think. If I am not fooled, how can you hope to fool Kelenbah?”

“I seem to be doing well enough.”

“At the present, yes. However, you are only delaying the inevitable.”

“You still think it’s going to happen?”

“Oh, girl! Your behavior is making that certain. Why do you think we have not separated you and your loving friend? A short time of teasing and pretending and you are both excited. Now Sashwa, of course, can take pretty much anyone she wants to satisfy her desire. But what about you? Not only do you refuse to touch Kelenbah, but you refuse yourself the pleasure of any male – including your husband. Do not deny it. I know. Just last moon you humiliated him in front of the entire camp. Sooner or later, even he will end your sham marriage. A real man would have already. But, perhaps, a real man is what you are after. You surprise me, Tavaar, with your stupidity. You think to confuse with your flirting, and so keep control. But you are digging your own trap. Between your friend’s attentions and your temptations of Kelenbah, all you are doing is creating a pressure which must eventually break.”

“I’m doing okay.”

“Okay? Girl, you are already beginning to give in.”

“You see pretending as giving in?”

“I do when I realize the person you are really trying to fool is yourself. You tell yourself you are just doing this to keep Kelenbah at bay. He is going to become your master.”

“Like he has yours? Gwihnna, you started this. You can end it. Take Kelenbah and leave the military. You have both served you time. Start your family and forget about this.”

“I can’t. Not until he gets it out of his system. And he won’t until he completes the act. Then all will be well. It is you. I have seen it. And now that I’ve told him, he thinks of you always. You are going to have his child, Tavaar. Once that happens, he will again be mine.”

“Gwihnna, that is just insane.”

“I can wait. Did I not tell you I did not expect it in the first year, or even the second? But you are already slipping, girl. It is going to happen. You are going to bear a child, and it will not be Wheylin’s. I have seen it.”

Gwihnna’s insistence on pushing the premonition made Tavaar uneasy. She found herself doubting Bolar and Sashwa’s reassurances and believing Gwihnna’s correction. She snapped in anger.

“How do you know it’ll be Kelenbah’s? Maybe it’ll be someone else’s.”

“Who’s? That little friend of yours? She would if she could. I believe that. You, too. No, Tavaar. It will be Kelenbah. There is no other. Come on. Let’s go back.”

Tavaar hesitated. Her plan was working. Gwihnna had convinced her of that. But she was unsettled because Gwihnna had also succeeded in making her doubt herself. Was she destined to have a baby which wasn’t Wheylin’s? It wouldn’t be Kelenbah’s. That she knew. But there was another who’s image entered her thoughts often, especially when she lay with Wheylin. But he wouldn’t. There was no way it could happen. Was there? She shook herself free of her concerns. She had to rid herself of this image. That was all. And the best way to do that was to focus all the more on Wheylin. He would get better. He would.