A Queen's Tale

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by Justine Dee


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  Myrddin sighed sadly as he heard the water in the bathroom turn on.

  “She is going to be devastated if she finds out the rest of my prophecy.”

  A figure moved out of the dark corner, coming through the doorway that lead to the library.

  “She cannot know one of us is to die. It would colour her judgement in all things, and we would risk her not being where she needs to be. I do not want her to know about it and we do not know which of us will die. Let her live in blissful ignorance and let us three guard the secret from her. We all wish to spare her pain.”

  “Spare her pain?” Myrddin turned on the man. “Did you not see the pain in her eyes? Your foolish pride and boyish games cause her nothing but pain and it is time you both realised that and learned your lessons. If you both truly love this woman then it is time to put all else aside and find peace within your trinity. For this may be your last chance.”

  “What does that mean, old man?”

  “It means what I say it does. Gwyn may not be the one to send the soul on when it falls to the Hunt. There are others who will walk and work and with them, souls may not always return.” Myrddin leaned on the chair and suddenly felt the weight of the old man he had been. “The fates do not give infinite chances to learn your karmic lessons and better yourselves, and you three have been stubborn enough thus far. It is time to heal this wound before you all bleed out. I, for one, cannot bear to be part of this story again.”

  “What am I meant to do then? How do I make this right?”

  “If I knew that I would have told you lives ago. I wish I knew. You do not know how many hours of every life I have wasted trying to find out that answer from the first time onward but this is not my mess to clean up, it is you three and you can only do as you are guided by the voice inside you to do. Listen to it.”

  “Head or heart?”

  “You ask foolish questions boy, you always have, you know the answer.” Myrddin started to collect up the dishes. “You best go back to your room and hide before she comes back out and sees you. I don’t think she could take that right now. None of us had realised the hurt she was carrying inside her; we should have realised sooner.”

  Myrddin worried for his sister; he had not seen her much in recent times and thus did not see how far the sadness in her went, how deep the wounds these two men had left in her ran. He had not realised how much she was hurting each day. It pained him to know she had been suffering alone. It pained him more that he could not take it from her. He looked up when his guest stopped in the doorway and spoke.

  “I had forgotten how she lights up a room when she smiles.”

  Myrddin watched the man leave. He shook his head.

  “Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive,” he said, his voice low so only he would hear.

 

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