Macha realized she had been standing in the middle of the herb garden staring at the road leading into the village for some time. Biting her lip, a habit her mother had unsuccessfully tried to break, she looked around one more time before finally sitting down to do some work.
“You’re nervous.”
Looking up, the young girl smiled, “A little, Aislin seems to be taking her own sweet time coming home.”
Ina put her hand over her eyes, blocking the rays of the setting sun; the carriage that had taken her grandchild away had been gone for most of the day.
“Mistress Ina, this morning, I insisted we call Aislin, a girl, especially after the village elder’s proclamation. Really, it was all just a bit of fun, and I’m ashamed to say to get back at Rowena. But now I feel as if I forced it on her.”
Ina frowned, deciding whether to tell her young apprentice what had transpired early in the morning. The proclamation had been entirely her fault.
Unknown to either Macha or Aislin, before the sun even broke the horizon, she had already confirmed her grandchild’s lineage with the village elders. Thankfully none of the men recognized the coat of arms displayed on the Patent of Nobility. Such recognition would have raised far too many questions.
“What did she say?”
Mach looked thoughtful, “She said it doesn’t matter. I mean, it should, shouldn’t it?”
Ina shook her head, “That child has a habit of not complaining even if it’s painful. However, I believe that right now, it’s in her best interest, especially with the eyes of some very powerful men on her.”
“I know, and that’s what scares me. Still, what do you mean she won’t say anything even if it hurts her?”
“Aislin never complained when the village children picked on her. Usually, they left her alone, mainly because of Rowena, but I knew that it happened."
Taking a seat on a bench next to her apprentice, the Wise Woman kept a close eye on the road waiting for her grandchild’s return.
“When she was, I believe nine years old, Aislin walked into the cottage limping, with bruised ribs, and blood running down the side of her head. She passed me without a word.”
Macha's eyes opened wide.
“Although I knew she had been crying, she simply cleaned herself off. When I asked about it, Aislin refused to tell me what happened. Instead, she said it was nothing.”
“That’s awful,” Macha rubbed her tears from her face. She couldn’t fathom why anyone would want to hurt Aislin, “But why didn’t she say anything?”
“She didn’t want me to worry; after that, I wouldn’t let her leave my side unless it was with someone I trusted. When the village elders explained to me why she received such a beating, I began to understand my grandchild a little better. See, Aislin had been protecting Renn.”
“Renn?”
Ina smiled, “Aislin will ignore her own pain, but she will not tolerate others hurting one of her friends. What I was told later, one of the men had to actually pull her off one of the larger boys.”
Macha looked shocked for a second and then giggled, “Still…”
“I know, that’s why when the notion of being called up in the levy came up, she didn’t complain. Aislin explained to me that if she didn’t go, then someone else would have to take her place.”
Macha frowned, “But that won’t happen now. Even if she insisted on being male, none of the gentry can be forced into the King's service.”
“True, but she won’t be any less happy about it. Macha, now that you know my grandchild’s secret, does it change your feelings for her?”
“No, why, should it?” The young apprenticed look up, confused at the question.
The Wise Woman smiled, reached over and gave her apprentice a kiss on the head, “By the goddess, you are indeed a treasure.”
Macha smiled at the compliment, “I will say, though, since Aislin has started wearing her mother’s clothes, something is different about her.”
“In what way?”
“When I opened the door in the cottage and saw her in the dress, it was like seeing her for the first time. When she walked across the village green, that too seemed so out of place. Have you seen the way your granddaughter holds herself now? You know how she complained at first, fought it even, but the entire time her eyes burned liked the sun,” Macha shivered a little, feeling it all over her body. She had always been drawn to Aislin’s eyes.
“I agree. I told her something similar.”
The young apprentice giggled, “And she denied it.”
“Of course.”
Laughing, the two missed an older woman running across the village green, making her way directly to the healer’s cottage.
Nora, the wife of the village’s Ferrier, stood before the pair in a visible state of panic, said, “Mistress, I need your help.”
--0--
Slowly making their way back to the village, after a long day, Aislin decided that she truly loved the birds. Although, in truth, she couldn’t find pleasure in the hunt itself, the birds were magnificent.
Having no problems with controlling the animals, the Lord falconer even praised her himself, Aislin had spent the entire afternoon with an adorable sparrowhawk on her arm. However, not everyone enjoyed the day’s outing.
Aislin sadly noted that Rowena’s lack of enthusiasm and interest had not pleased the castle’s servants. The same [people who someday would work with her as the wife of the Castle’s seneschal. Several times, Aislin wanted to take her aside but felt it would have just made matters worse.
“I’m sorry that your mother insisted that you come out with me today.”
Rowena had been surprised herself. Last night, as soon as her family walked through the door to their cottage, her mother left to speak with the village elders. From what her father said, her mother planned on going to the Constable in the morning.
Although Rowena tried to get her mother to change her mind, someone else obviously did. Before breakfast, Elder Argyle took her outside to talk, coming back inside a few minutes later, visibly shaken.
“Don’t worry; I did have a good time, well watching the birds anyway.”
For the rest of the trip, the two didn’t speak again until Rowena suddenly asked, “I do have a question, why did they bring up their lineage?”
Aislin smiled, “At first I thought Nevan and Miles were trying to decide if we were all related, afterward well I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out. I don’t know why, but I believe they were trying to impress me.”
“Impress you? Why should they impress you...?” The young girl looked away then quickly changed the subject, “It sounded like Sir Nevan, and Sir Miles are both related to King Conall.”
Aislin ignored what Rowena started to say and answered her other question, “Most of the nobility are related through one line or another. Sir Nevan grandmother, the Countess of Moyry, is the King’s sister. Sir Miles’ grandfather, our own Duke Blathmac, is the King’s brother.”
“But they are not directly in the line for the throne, right?”
Aislin nodded, “Correct since Duke Blathmac had no sons. Neither can Sir Nevan’s with his father being the only son of Countess Moyry.”
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Although at times a bit confusing, Aislin could see where this was going. From commoner to noble, this topic was one of great concern.
“So what happens if the Crown Prince does not have an heir?” Rowen still looked a little confused.
Prince Burin, with his second wife, a much younger woman, had been married for almost five years but still without an heir.
Aislin sighed, “Divorce maybe, then marry another. Otherwise, I’m afraid we will see fighting among the noble houses.”
Twenty years ago, when the boy King William the Younger died, leaving an empty throne. Three families, the Ciannacht, Osraige, and the Armhaighe all took to the field. The largest, the Armhaighe, made an alliance through marriage with the Ciannacht. Three years later, with the last male heir of the Osraige family slain at the Battle of Rathlind, the eldest son of the Armhaighe line took the crown.
Rowena shook her head, had her friend always known these things? Again she felt that distance between the two of them growing, “You know, I’m jealous of you.”
Aislin gave a half-smile, “Why?”
For a moment, it looked like Rowena had planned on saying something else but instead pulled on her dress. Giving Aislin the first real smile of the day, she said, “Compared to mine, all of your clothes are all beautiful.”
“Not true, I have seen your clothes, and that outfit is very nice too.”
“But yours are so much nicer,” Turning back around, the young girl leaned against her friend, “I’m sorry, it’s just I wished nothing had changed between us.”
As the carriage rolled into the village, Aislin didn’t reply, not understanding what she didn’t want to be changed, and too afraid to ask.
After releasing the guards and drivers, Aislin found the cottage empty. While deciding that she needed to learn how to undress without help, the young woman stubbed her foot on the corner of her mother’s trunk. Strangely enough, it sounded surprisingly hollow.
--0--
Ina watched as Macha rubbed her temples; the healing had taken a lot more out of her than usual. In bard’s tales, the King’s Healer would wave a hand, and magically all of the hero’s wounds were healed. However, such things only happened in stories.
A healer’s job was to let the body do most of the work, only strengthening its natural healing ability. Poultices, potions, and herbs made their job easier.
Chatting softly, both Ina and her apprentice found Aislin, sitting in the middle of the front room fully dressed. In her hands, a small gold disk attached to a long golden chain.
“Oh, Aislin,” The Wise Woman sighed before turning to her, apprentice, “Can you leave us alone?”
Macha nodded, and with a worried look at her best friend, left the room, closing the door behind her.
“Gran?”
“First of all, I cannot tell you everything; it’s for your own safety,” Pulling up a chair, she took a seat by her grandchild’s side.
Reaching down, Ina took the medallion into her hands. About the size of her fist, the disk bore an image of golden sun. Surrounding the sun, in ancient script, it read. “In these hands shall she heal a kingdom.”
“Where did you find it?”
“In a hidden compartment inside the clothing chest,” It took a little effort to pull back the false side, but what she discovered surprised her even more, “Was my mother really the daughter of a merchant?”
Ina smiled, “Yes, however, when her family discovered that she had the gift, they sent her away. Still, a daughter of a rich and influential family does not simply become a Wise Woman.”
“No, they become one of the King’s Healers,” Aislin took the medallion back, studying the inscription once more.
“Yes, that is how I met her.”
“Like Macha’s grandmother, you were a Court Healer?” Aislin already surmised this information, as her grandmother had stood on the Wise Woman Council for some time.
Ina just nodded, unable to speak, afraid of what her grandchild might ask next.
“My father...you were never going to allow me to join the levy, were you?”
Caught unawares by the sudden change in questions, she answered truthfully, “No.”
“I understand,” Slowly rising from her chair, Aislin headed towards the back of the cottage.
“Are you angry at me?”
The young woman turned around and smiled, “No, why should I be. I know you and my mother were just trying to protect me. Oh, why were you out so late?”
“Master Jaralth came down with the Summer Fever.”
“So early, and didn’t he have it last year?”
The summer fever came out of the Oáche Foraoise, the swampy forest region that lay for miles south of the town, every year. Hardly ever fatal, most only caught it once or twice in a lifetime.
“Perhaps it’s because all of the men worked deep in the woods the last few days. Macha did the healing; she is coming along quite well thanks to your teaching.”
Aislin smiled, “She’s your apprentice.”
“Others might disagree.”
Clutching the medallion to her chest, she asked, “Will you ever tell me the whole truth?”
The Wise Woman flinched; they had been lying to her the whole time, but it was for her own good, “Aislin...”
Reaching over, she kissed her grandmother on the cheek, “Good night.”
--0--
Standing in the small bedroom, which smelled more like a stable than a cottage, the three women regarded the sick man’s illness. Master Jaralth, who had been feeling better the night before after the healing, once again took to the bed ill.
“Did I do something wrong?”
The Wise Woman shook her head, “No, Macha, even Master Jaralth said he felt better last night."
What the three of them didn’t understand, why did his wife Catlin and both of their boys fall ill? The Summer Fever never reacted this fast. It usually started slowly peaking sometime in the middle of the summer and disappearing totally before harvest.
“By all of its symptoms, it does sound like the Summer Fever?” Aislin said worriedly while mixing another poultice.
All three women looked up when Mistress Clar stuck her head through the doorway, “Ina, I’m afraid to say this, but there are two more whole households sick.”
The Wise Woman sighed, “I will get to them once I am finished with the Ferrier and his family,” Turning to Aislin, her grandmother asked, “I need you to go into the forest. We are not ready for this.”
The young woman nodded. Unfortunately, she knew the medicinal plants needed to help with the symptoms had not bloomed. Perhaps, she could find some of the lesser-known alternatives deeper in the Oáche Foraoise, she thought to herself.
Ina knowing what her granddaughter planned to do quickly said, “Also, keep out of the marsh. It’s not safe.”
“Then, I’ll escort her,” A male voice spoke from the front of the cottage.
“Miles?” Aislin walked into the other room, surprised to find the Knight standing at the cottage entrance.
“I was told that there was an illness running through the village,” Sir Miles said, behind him stood a half a dozen armsmen.
“You shouldn’t be here, Miles.”
“Neither should you; I came to take you back to the castle.”
Aislin sighed, funny just a week ago, she had dreams of rescuing Rowena, and now it seemed a Knight came to save her, “I’m needed here.”
“Not right now,” Ina came out of the backroom, “Sir Knight, if you wish to help, then please escort my granddaughter into the marsh.”
“Gran.”
“If you insist on going Aislin, I would feel better if you take your Knight along.”
Miles smiled at that, giving the women a courtly bow, “It would be my pleasure.”
“Alright, you need to get out of the village anyway. You haven’t had this illness, have you?”
The young man shrugged, “No, but I never get sick.”
“I’m sure,” Aislin smiled, “I’m going to borrow a few of your armsmen.”
The young Knight looked confused for a moment, “If you wish, but why?”
“We need to see if the illness has spread to the other villages. If not, then perhaps they have some of the medicines that we need.”
Sir Miles nodded, “Perhaps the castle might as well.”
“Thank you, Miles, if you can send a rider up to the Castle and the other villages I will tell them what my grandmother needs.”
--0--
Just as the sun began to set on the horizon, five exhausted riders entered the village Aislin, Miles, and three armsmen. Two armsmen seemed to be injured, one with a bandage on his arm and the other on his leg.
“Your skill at riding has improved,” Sir Miles said gently as he helped Aislin off her horse. He could sympathize as she made faces, obviously sore in unusual places. At least having a knack with animals, she learned quickly, but it didn’t make her any less painful.
Squeezing Miles's arm, she walked over and checked the two wounded men.
“I’m sorry you were hurt on my behalf?”
“Not true, Milady; it was Hamish here that fell into the nest,” The armsmen with the bandaged leg pointed to his partner.
“Biggest damn lizard I’ve ever seen, I never thought I would ever see a real basilisk. Of course, it was almost my last time as well,” The large red-headed man banged his bandaged arm on the pommel of his saddle as he laughed.
The half-sleeping lizard had struck out at the two men, poisoning both. Thankfully, the Basilisk, being nocturnal, had been asleep, allowing the rest of the armed men to dispatch it with ease. If it had been at night, the day’s events could have turned out much worse.
“And if you had not been there, we should have died from the poison.”
“Strange logic Ross, since the only reason why you were in the marsh was because of me,” Aislin smiled, “You both need to take it easy for the next three days.”
“Yes, Milady,” They both nodded their heads.
“I will see to it, Aislin,” Sir Miles said, coming up to stand next to her, “Perhaps you should come to the castle tonight, you haven’t even had dinner.”
“No, my grandmother will need me. I also need to make medicine with the plants we gathered today.”
“Then, tomorrow, I will come by after lunch.”
“Miles, I told you. You have to stay out of the village. Getting the Summer Fever for the first time as an adult can be very serious.”
“Then, I’ll send a carriage for you.”
“Miles.”
“She will be happy to accept your invitation to lunch tomorrow Sir Knight,” Ina stood at the cottage doorway.
“Grandmother.”
“Macha and I are more than capable. Plus, we were able to get more of the Solas leaf from two of the villages and the castle. Thankfully, the illness has not spread. If you would please thank Sir Nevan for us, Sir Miles, the medicine will be of much use.”
“Then I shall send a carriage, tomorrow then, my lady,” Reaching for Aislin’s hand, he gently kissed it.
Thanking the armsmen again, the young woman retreated inside the cottage.
“Were you able to help everyone,” She held her hand to her chest.
Ina smiled at her granddaughter’s reaction to the kiss, “Yes, I ended up healing while Macha administered the medicines. The illness seems to be acting a little different than usual, perhaps because it’s so early. Hopefully, we will have good news tomorrow.”
Aislin nodded, but not really paying attention anymore. She could still feel Mile’s lips on her hand. She knew she had feelings for Macha, but did she also have the same feelings for Miles? With what happened with Rowena two summers ago, she stopped thinking about it entirely.
Pushing the thoughts away, Aislin walked into the kitchen. First food, then a long night making medicine and after everyone in the village was feeling better, she decided that perhaps she would sort through her feelings.