Author: Erik D
Title: The Path of the Dream Lily
Summary: Wolf and Rainbow set out to destroy a mind-enslaving drug.
Keywords: fantasy MF+ bd ds hair magic Mdom rom







 *** The Path of the Dream Lily ***


 By erik.d.1979 AT gmail.com


 

 --- The Path of the Dream Lily ---


The furious sounds of a chained animal fighting her bindings started
up as soon as I touched the doorknob. I opened the door, the chain
links rattled, and the large wooden board with the three holes in it,
one for her neck and one for each of her wrists, slammed repeatedly
against the brick wall. But her efforts amounted to nothing except
making sparks fly and tiny wood chips and specks of sawdust glue
themselves to her sweat, born of frustration and anger.

Her eyes, her non-human eyes of fiery rage lit the room crimson. But
when they saw me they were unable to suppress the joy she felt at my
entrance, and blue flickers moved across them. Not because she had
been standing upright with her neck and wrists caught in the
unmerciful grip of the board for five hours, unable to sit, unable to
eat or drink, but because she truly missed me. She would always tell
me that I was cruel and hard, and loved me ever more dearly when I
proved her right.

"Wolf!" she snarled, revealing her teeth. Where a human woman will
have twin rows of evenly shaped ivory, she had incisors like needles,
and long, sharp fangs that could easily rip out a jugular vein. "You
evil swine! Release me! Now!"

I went over to my prisoner and looked down at her. I had had something
to tell her, but the sight of her naked, struggling body forced it
from my mind. She was a small, ferocious animal. Less than five feet
tall she was a head and then some shorter than me. Her shoulders were
slim and her neck delicate; she was a slender, petite woman. Her olive
skin was sleek and perfect, and possessed an inner glow that also
added to her strange attractiveness.

But it was not the skin that immediately drew a man's eye. Her breasts
were that of a larger woman's, firm and full, and with tender
nipples. But if a man saw her back instead of a front he would have
seen a pair of hips and buttocks that rivaled her breasts, inviting
him to put his hands on them and feel the soft touch of desire as they
swayed seductively in front of his loins.

I shook my head and sought her lips instead. When she closed her mouth
and hid her teeth they looked like that of a pouting courtesan. As our
faces met I felt as if I was swept up into a raging sea, for so
passionate was she when she kissed. Even when she was furious with me
like now, she would never, could never, deny me her lips.

Her face was one that was hard to describe other than that of a
Goddess of the strongest emotion. Expressive, dark eyebrows and the
longest lashes I had ever seen, framed the fiery pools of flame. Her
snub nose was cute but could, like now, flare dangerously. In the same
fashion her dimples could both charm me utterly as well as redden as
her temper rose marvelously, and it often did so.

I patted her hair lovingly. It was jet black, straight and with a
sheen to it that made it look lustrous no matter its condition. When I
had met her she had slashed it short with her strong and sharp nails,
but now I refused her permission to cut it. And, like her teeth and
claws, it grew far faster than that of a human. In the three months we
had been together it had grown almost five inches, and now it fell
nearly to her shoulders.

She was a hellcat, a vicious creature of the deep forest, and she had
willingly accepted to surrender her body and soul to me. It is said
that it is impossible to tame a hellcat, but I had decided to try. Not
so much as for the challenge, which it was, or the desire for
dominance and mastery, which I felt, but because it was necessary.

"Release me," she repeated, shaking her head and, by virtue of the
wooden board, her entire upper body. "I need to visit the latrine, I
am hungry, and I am beginning to get cramps!"

"It depends," I repeated, my hand once more finding the tresses of her
hair. She could not deny me.

"On what, exactly? On what!?"

"If you have learned your lesson, Rainbow." It was her flickering eyes
that had prompted me to give her that name.

"Damn you! Why do you care about that pig?"

"Ah, good. You remember, at least."

"Yes, yes," she rolled her eyes and gnashed her teeth. "I shall not
take and eat animals that do not belong to me. Yes, yes."

"That is correct," I smiled. "But have you truly learned it?"

"Yes! I have learned that I am not allowed to hunt what I want! I want
to hunt my own meat and I want my meat fresh! I have learned that I
have to be stuck inside this damn tiny room with this useless kitchen
where you burn meat and these idiotic table and chairs or what you
choose to call them, and that repulsing mattress to sleep on, and a
bloody, stinking latrine down the hall! And why? Because of my race!
Because you big, useless humans fear me!"

I stopped and looked down. This was the true heart of the
issue. Rainbow hated the city. She truly detested it. It broke my
heart to have to punish her whenever she just followed her nature. But
as long as we lived in Oganzar, I had to do it for her own
safety. Hellcats were known to eat humans on occasion, and they had
been demonized in all countries bordering the vast forests where they
lived.

"Listen, Rainbow," I sighed, the fun of my little game
vanished. Untying the string that bound the two pieces of wood that
made up the board, I freed her. "I don't want to force you to adapt to
the city. You can go back to the forest again, if you want. You can be
free and wild again, and eat fresh meat. You can sleep under the open
sky, and roam wherever fancy takes you. I would love to come with you,
but I have a mission that forbids me. You know that."

She stared at me for a moment, massaging neck and wrists. Then,
without a word, she put on the hooded, brown robe she had to wear
whenever she went outside the room, and left. Five minutes later she
came back, and threw the robe on the floor.

Her flaming red eyes found mine, and angry tears sizzled into
oblivion. "You filthy scum, Wolf! Don't you even dare suggest such a
thing! Leave? Me? After I have gone through three bloody months of
misery!?"

Her hands clasped and unclasped in unconscious violence, and she
continued: "I will stand by you on this mission! I will steal and
murder for you! I will be trained in every way you choose fit! I will
crawl to hell and back for you! And if you do not think that I will be
true to my choice, that I wish it otherwise..."

She did not finish the sentence, but the light that flared in her eyes
was so intense that I could hardly even see her face. All of the room
was bathed in crimson light, and any who looked through the tiny
window would surely have to wonder.

"I am sorry," I mumbled. "I just... Well... I don't want to keep
happiness away from you."

"I will have to wait and work to find true happiness, it seems," she
said, calming down a little. But her now protruding jaw still quivered
with emotion at a point next to my nipples. "But I will find it with
you. You understand that, you maggot!?"

"One day I will have to do something about your swearing," I smiled,
feeling a small amount of consolation.

She arched one eyebrow.

"But not tonight!" I laughed and extended a hand.

She took it, and we kissed once more. Her dangerous body, wiry
underneath its soft exterior, capable of stealth and athletic
endeavors far beyond me, it melted against me, her lips upturned and
her eyes closed in silent tenderness.

"What do we do tonight then?" she asked me gruffly when we
parted. "Before you use that damn manhood of yours to pierce me into
oblivion, I mean. Being caught in the board sure tickles me inside,
and I have had four hours to work up a frustration that will take you
at least four hours of hard work to release! You owe me!"

"Maybe I do," I smiled. I wouldn't mind releasing some of that
frustration of hers right there and then, and my erect, needy member
strained against my greenskin pants. But I had begun to get to know
Rainbow by now, and knew from experience that she was aching to go
outside, more badly than she would ever admit even to herself. It had
not been foggy in Oganzar for a week, an unprecedented occurrence due
to the dry weather we had experienced recently.

            ===

"Am I repaid," I grinned at her, having just remembered the news I had
returned to tell her in the first place, "if I say that I may just
have picked up a clue, a most interesting piece of information that
can finally get us out of this miserable existence as no-good,
self-righteous thieves?"

"You are not a thief!" she said, sitting down demonstratively on the
floor as I coaxed our small stove into life with some wood chips and
lighter-bark. "You are of the Order of Ulv, and you are fighting a
war!"

"Call it what you like," I smiled at her willingness to come to my
defense even against myself, as I put some logs into the stove. There
was the pan, and there was the raw bacon of the small pig Rainbow had
killed, slaughtered, and carved. She had saved the best parts for
me. I deplored punishing her, but I knew that somewhere here in the
city there was a family that had been feeding this pig, just like
other poor folks would do. "Robbing henchmen of sorcerers that we
suspect are associated with the Black Circle and Iron Hammer is not
what I call fighting a war."

"The Iron Hammer destroyed your Order! You are the only one left!"
Sitting cross-legged she waved the meaty bone she was gnawing
agitatedly in the air. "They took your home town of Maurur and burnt
it! I know, I was part of the invasion. And now we hear news of how
they betrayed my people. I have a grudge against them as well!"

"The Black Circle thrive on treachery, and of course that affects
their military arm." I let the bacon sizzle in the pan while I put
some bread and cheese on my plate and found a small goblet which I
filled with cheap wine from a jar. "Refuse to call it petty theft if
you like, but I want to truly strike against them, hurt them, instead
of us being just a couple of red numbers in their account books."

"Yes!" she exclaimed, giving me a vicious, fanged war grin, the violet
of battle lust in her eyes. "What did you learn, Wolf?"

"I think," I said slowly as I heaped the cooked, fatty meat on my
plate, "that I know the path of the Dream Lily."

            ===

As we stepped out of the low, squat building where we rented our
little room, the night had already fallen on eerie Oganzar. I wore
long, blue pants, a light beige shirt, and dark beige cloak, while
Rainbow wore her brown, hooded robe. Our garments, like most others in
the city, was of the water-repellent, tough greenskin plant.

It was, along with properly waxed leather boots, absolutely required
in Bog City. Oganzar was a flat, fertile land where it rained almost
seven days a week, and where three rivers met in a large delta. The
city was a huge, sprawling place, made from hundreds of islands that
were created and destroyed by the water.

All around these isles there were thousands of streams, pools,
marshes, swamps, fens, filled with a chaos of low trees and tall
reeds, thick bushes and flowers of every shape and size known to man,
all with slimy, watery, tough roots. Here lived, in addition to ten
thousand human souls, tall-legged wading birds, sleek-furred web-pawed
mammals, long, sharp-toothed fish, and snakes, toads, worms,
salamanders, frogs, and lots and lots of flies.

Oganzar was not the place to live for the frail of health. It was said
there lived one kind of people in this city, namely those who survived
all the different sicknesses. Rainbow was feeling well right now, but
had suffered from things I could not even begin to guess at. But, as
was also said, once you got through your first half year in Oganzar
you were only down with the fever one day out of three.

Me? For some reason, after the fall of Maurur, I had never been ill,
never so much as a sneeze. I also healed far faster than should be
possible. A nasty arrow wound in my side had taken me two or three
days to heal completely from. I had not idea why, but I did not
complain.

The island our red-bricked one-story building stood on, as well as
five others, was currently sinking into the bog. Soon one of the other
buildings would have to be knocked down before the dirty water rose up
over the floor. Then either the bricks would be used to build a tall
foundation for a new building, or ferried away on a pram somewhere
else in the city. Stone was scarce in Oganzar.

We sloshed through the bog towards our little boat, an old, gray
slender twelve-footer. Everyone in Oganzar had their own boat, as
walking any great distance was both tiring and potentially
dangerous. If you were unlucky you might suddenly feel the mud
suddenly grip your foot and refuse to let go.

Before we set off I wrapped the remaining meat, both raw and cooked,
in the wide leaves of a plant known to preserve food, and put it in
the boat. Next to it I put a stoppered jug of wine. Oganzar had to be
the one place in the world where the lack of any fresh water made it
more expensive than wine. Then I looked up at the Spire, the pointed,
iron structure with its blazing lamp far away.

            ===

Between the Carosian Highlands in the west and the ocean to the east
the ground's altitude varied no more than, say, ten feet. But there
were so many tiny hills and low trees that getting lost and disappear
in the vast bog was a very real possibility, as the landscape would
often be covered by fog for days upon end. Then the Spire, the only
guideline a traveler had, was completely invisible.

Like a show of defiance from the gods of the bedrock the Cliff emerged
from the ocean some hundred feet from where it was generally agreed
the shore was. It was the only solid stone east of the Highlands, and
was barely large enough to contain the black fortress of Oganzar,
nicknamed the Spire because of its slender top, as well as the harbor
that was so vital to the city's survival. So vital that a channel of
deep water was laboriously maintained from the open sea and in towards
the Cliff.

The Cliff was, in lack of anywhere else, the city center of
Oganzar. Here the merchants worked and lived, and here the warehouses
and inns were. The poorer people who worked in the harbor clustered on
the dreary hillocks on the mainland, walking to and fro on the
causeway that had been built in years past.

            ===

We lived some distance from the Cliff, and had to travel by boat to
get there.  I sat down by the oars, while Rainbow took hold of the
tiller. It was precision work to navigate the narrow channels, but the
hellcat was a natural helmswoman. She sat in the stern and grinned
impishly at me, the blue light shining faintly in the early
night. This was the real Rainbow. The furious, angry beast trapped
inside was gone. As the foul-smelling marsh wind caressed her hood it
brought forth a smile that tickled my own lips.

Here and there we met other boats filled with coughing, sneezing
people heading home from work. There were people living everywhere,
though not as close together as they would in any other city, and the
channel was even lined by gardens some places. Soon it would be
completely dark, and we had to find the Double Tree before then. In
the gray light the trees and other vegetation that lined the narrow
channel we followed seemed strangely blurry and indistinct. Thankfully
it was no fog and we could now and then see the light of the Spire far
away on our left.

One of the boats we met was manned by two dirty, unkempt men. One of
them rowed erratically, and the other steered their vessel so badly
that they kept getting it caught in the tussocks on every side of the
channel we followed. They were very angry, shouting at each other, and
threatened the boats that they met. I knew what ailed them: The Dream
Lily.

            ===

Oganzar was a city and land which specialized itself in growing exotic
plants of all kinds, magical and not: From remedies for most of the
diseases the city was home to, and mystical ingredients for the occult
works of sorcerers and priests, to the finest, most sought after,
spices in the world and useful plants like greenskin. This was the
only reason people wanted to live in this hellhole. But the incredibly
varied botany also provided the inhabitants with certain herbs that
gave them alternately sweet dreams and horrible nightmares.

Some of these drugs were more or less benign, if that can be said,
making people mostly drowsy, lazy, and happy. Others turned their
victims into living zombies in the macabre dens located off the Cliff,
their presence not tolerated by the Captain of the Spire.

But the Dream Lily was something else entirely. It was certainly a
drug, and made its addicts confused, withdrawn, and dreamy. In
addition it also caused a smoldering aggression and unnatural cruelty,
an uncommon side effect. The main difference, though, was that the
drug caused a religion.

"Bow before the chosen of Uzar, the Lord of Dreams!" one of them
slurred as we slowly closed in on them. The cult of the dread,
decaying God that promised heavenly ecstasy and drug-induced wild
abandon had gotten a solid foothold in the city from some time before
we had arrived here.

The Lord of Dreams was a deity revered among the secretive Black
Circle, that collection of monstrous sorcerers and other dark beings,
for his powers in causing madness and obsessions. Many a clear-headed
enemy of a Circle member had leaped in insanity from his battlements
after succumbing to the manipulations of Uzar's followers.

In Oganzar he had been known from before, but now as the large, pale
flower called the Dream Lily had come to invade the minds of more and
more people, he was the new terror of the swamps. Someone would take
his boat out one morning to work in some distant field, and then days
later it would be sold cheaply in the harbor by the Cliff, the owner
probably lying face down in the swamp somewhere.

And the raving followers of Uzar only went after the poor, avoiding
the persecution of the Captain, the merchants, and the
scholar-sorcerers that dwelt in Oganzar. They would hold their sermons
far away from the Cliff, where they preached against their earthly
masters, against the now extinct Order of Ulv, and in support of the
Iron Hammer.

That, more than anything else, led me to believe that there was an ill
will somewhere in Oganzar, someone who worked to bring the city under
its rule, or that of the Iron Hammer. The city was a member of the
Merchant Cities of Carosia, which had so far violently opposed the
army that was secretly controlled by the Black Circle. Three years ago
the navy of the Iron Hammer had been repelled after trying to invade
Oganzar, and now I suspected another kind of plot was hatching.

            ===

"Bow before the chosen!" the man with the tiller, pale of skin with a
large beard, yelled again, so agitated that he steered the boat into
the trunk of a tree that overhang the channel.

I did not wish for a fight with these men, and expected to avoid
it. This channel was one of the most-traveled routes from the Cliff to
the west, being deep and almost straight, and so there were other
boats about to witness any attack. All around we could see buildings,
from the large rent-houses such as the one where we lived, to solitary
farms and huts. With a mighty grunt I heaved at the oars so that we
could pass the boat without any further ado.

But that was not to happen. I swore inwardly as I saw Rainbow raise an
brown-robed arm and vigorously wink her little finger at the two men,
the rest of her body still hidden in her clothes. The smallness of the
finger was meant to imply that neither of the two men were
well-endowed, and the winking a suggestion of impotency.

"Boy!" the tiller-man shouted as he managed to straighten their boat
again. "Insolent pigs! I will strangle you and your boy for this!"

            ===

Whether Rainbow showed any signs of being indignant due to being taken
for a young lad, I did not get the chance to see. Instead I had to
turn quickly around, put down one oar and grab the other, ready to
fight as our boat quickly closed in on the other.

"Take this, by Uzar!" the oarsman yelled and swung his oar at me. The
two had chosen to arm themselves in the same manner as me.

My oar rattled at the impact, and then it was my turn to strike. For a
few seconds I fought with them both as our boats lay next to each
other in such a way that I had one on each side of me. Then, suddenly
a flying vine entangled the oarsman's oar, and Rainbow, who must have
thrown it, pulled hard. As the man let go of the oar and tried to
regain equilibrium, she lunged forward and planted her small fist
smack on his nose. She was not strong, but she was fast, and that more
than made up for it.

Three more punches followed. The desperate man once caught hold of her
robes, but screamed and let go when she bent his pinky viciously. Then
he plummeted into the murky waters between the boats. With him gone it
had been easy for me to give the drugged, erratic tillerman a good
whack on the side of the head, and he slumped down into the boat,
giving up the fight.

I shoved off against their boat, and saw the oarsman emerge panting
from beneath our vessel. "The Lord of Dreams will get you, boy!" he
raged, standing with filthy water to his armpits. "I will slaughter
you myself!"

Rainbow had turned her back on him, and the last thing he saw in the
deepening gloom was a waving, little finger illuminated by a strange,
blue light. I shook my head and kept rowing.

            ===

"Are you angry with me?" she laughed, the blue glow of joy still
strong in her eyes.

I grunted.

"It was they who attacked us!"

I made a sound.

"We were just defending ourselves."

"Hmph," I said.

"I didn't even show my true nature. I really think I deserve a reward,
saving your life in such a splendid manner."

I began laughing, relieved. It did feel good to thrash two
troublemakers such as them, but I just happy that Rainbow was glad. To
her the excitement of the wild life was everything, and a brawl with
two willing opponents was exactly what she needed right now.

            ===

"Where did the woman say to turn south?" Rainbow asked after a few more
minutes.

"Double Tree," I replied.

"Funny," she wrinkled her nose prettily beneath the cowls of her
hood. "I didn't know there was a channel down there? Was she reliable,
this woman?"

"As reliable as any Minstrel that is more into drugs than music can
ever be."

"Airheads!" the hellcat barked. "I never met no Minstrel with a
thought in their skulls. Love-making, magic mushrooms, and their damn
racket, that's all they care about."

"You got Minstrel visits deep in your forests? The man-eating
hellcats?"

"Think, you simpleton!" Rainbow laughed. "We are a people of more than
ten women per man! I guess every male Minstrel that ever roamed the
western lands came to our forest eventually."

"Really?"

"Sure! We once had one of these peacocks come visit my tribe. They way
he sung, it was like the moon itself had descended to bewitch us! A
big, wide smile he had, deep brown eyes, and skin as dark as coal. I
remember-"

"Do you?" I interrupted.

She threw back her head and laughed! "Come on, Wolf! How can a mere
mortal resist a Minstrel? You'll see! But I am not sure if I want one
joining your pack, they are damn unreliable!"

"Well, the one I spoke was very charming," I responded evilly. "A big
wide smile she had, deep blue eyes, and skin as white as-"

Rainbow laughed some more. "Go ahead! If you want someone who abandons
you to go on five-year rambles every now and then, then be my guest!"

"Is it true their music is magic? They were banned from entering
Maurur because of that."

"It sure felt like it!" she winked at me

"Can you stop with the bloody stories and the winking?" I grumbled
jealously, while she just chuckled.

            ===

"There's the Double Tree," she said then after a frustratingly long
period of mirth, her face suddenly keen.

I turned around. Indeed, along the channel which was now mostly lined
with thick shrubs that severely limited visibility, there was the dark
shape of a tall tree with a trunk that had been split in two about
five feet above the hillock it grew on. The area was infamous for
being a breeding swamp for various kinds of insects, all of whom could
fly and bite you. As a consequence there were few, if any, who made
their home around here. The channel was almost devoid of other
travelers now, and we could be fairly sure to avoid any prying eyes. I
had no way of knowing how the growers of the Dream Lily defended their
secrets.

"Let's disembark," I said, and Rainbow guided the boat over to the
shore of the hillock. Then she leaped effortlessly onto dry land,
while I followed somewhat more laboriously.

"Bloody thorns!" I shouted as it turned out the hillock was not made
for romantic picnics. I had not seen the sharp pricks in the dim
light.

Rainbow had seen them, and, with the light of her eyes, moved
effortlessly around the tree. "So, there should be a channel of some
sort around here?"

"Yes," I replied, trying to disentangle myself from the thorny bush
without piercing my waterproof clothes. The hellcat meanwhile climbed
the tree effortlessly, looking from side to side.

How could she move around here so easily? When we had first come to
this place we had realized that the way to earn a living was to search
for certain kinds of plants and bring them to the ships lying at the
harbor by the Cliff. Since Rainbow could not show her true nature, and
since she at first had spent a lot of time sick as well, it had been I
who had been out here. I had learned the layout of the sprawling city
the hard way, and knew my way around the Cliff. I had waded, climbed,
struggled, cursed, and, because of my strange blessing of never
getting neither sick nor lasting wounds, managed to earn some
money. But whenever Rainbow could go out, she would run in circles
around me.

"It's a good disguise," she remarked from a point ten feet above me,
"but I think I see a water-trail leading south here."

Hidden channels and paths were common-place in the bog. If there was a
patch where some valuable plants happened to grow, then the discoverer
would go to any lengths to hide the way there. Somewhere, far from the
city and prying eyes, there was a field of Dream Lilies, harvested and
transported fresh to the dens of the Cliff, where they were bathed in
clear water, their scent turning people into vacant-eyed followers of
Uzar, the Lord of Dreams.

Rainbow and I had robbed and questioned, without much threat of
violence, the vendors of the drug, but no-one had known more than that
at certain places within city limits they met the prams that brought
the small, folded greenskin pouches that held the fragile flowers. But
now, due to a change meeting with a Minstrel that was out of her mind
we finally had a way of striking at the source of the drug.

The Minstrel had been high on Dream Lily, but she had thought I was
fiendishly handsome and had told me where to find the white fields
where they grew. For she had been there, though she had been unable to
tell me what she did there, or why she was given the honor of being
allowed to visit, or by whom. Then she had grown sad and cried bitter
tears as she mourned being a slave to the drug, being trapped here in
the foggy hell of Bog City, not allowed to wander like her race is
supposed to do. And I had spoken soothing words, patted her sobbing
back and stroked her blonde hair until she had fallen asleep on the
tavern table.

            ===

In near darkness we pulled the boat across the knots of wiry roots
between two clumps of shrubs that grew adjacent to the main channel. I
stumbled and swore as I tripped, scratched my fingers, and swatted at
the many flies that refused to go to sleep for the night. Rainbow's
eyes flickered light blue laughter at me as she moved gracefully,
climbing over roots and under branches, pulling at the boat.

On the other side we began a difficult, unpleasant, dirty, sweaty, and
ultimately slow journey over a mire that was hardly more easy to
traverse by boat than by foot. I could not row, and would use the oar
to push our vessel along. Rainbow sat in the prow and looked out,
trying to find the best route, but it was hard in total darkness even
with her eyes of light. Now and then we had to get out to lift and
then push the boat over an obstruction of some kind, and we were soon
tired and worn out.

In the end we were so exhausted than we unanimously agreed that we had
come so far as to not been seen or heard from the main
channel. Rainbow was convinced we had being following another channel
south, one of the very worst quality. We pulled the boat about thirty
feet to the left, or east. There was small mound there, and lying down
on the far side would most likely keep us hidden.

Or if it did not, then so bloody what? We were dead tired. Each eating
large helpings of the meat we had brought, and drinking deeply from
the wine jug, we immediately fell asleep. Tomorrow would be better. We
hoped.

            ===

Tomorrow was not better. I woke with Rainbow wrapped in my arms, her
hair tickling my face, but from there the morning just plummeted.

Fog. Of course, just when it had been clear weather for week and we
had gambled that it would continue for one more stinking, lousy
day... But the fog was here. Yellow-white, clingy fog, thick beyond
anything possible elsewhere. It was so substantial that it was more
like foam that fog. You got the disgusting texture in your mouth, and
if you grabbed it, it dissolved lazily in your hand. Even hellcat eyes
could not see far in this weather.

"If we continue," I whispered to Rainbow after we had breakfasted and
groaned the cramps out of our backs, "then we can die out here. If we
turn around we will most likely get back to the main channel and
live."

"What?" she said, her face a blur three feet away.

"I cannot see the light of the Spire. We can turn back and save
ourselves." I wavered. To continue would be very dangerous, but my
mission was supposed to be that, if nothing else. But sacrificing both
our lives, Rainbow's in particular, to the scavengers of the bog...

"What?"

"What what?"

"I am sorry," her voice came now stronger, more angry, "I was just
confused. I expected to hear a man's voice, not that of a
chicken. Turning back? To that bloody room!? I will never forgive
you!"

"But you are a forest creature, not a swamp toad," I protested. "You
will get the fever again out here. You are not skilled in-"

"And you are poultry! So what? If your cowardice is because of me,
then you can ram it up your ass. I want to live and die out here in
the wild, and do both with a smile on my lips!"

"Then stop talking and help pull the boat. We are going on!" I grinned
in spite of myself. Rainbow was the kind of person with whom you would
draw your sword and charge recklessly at an enemy army, only so that
you could die gloriously together.

            ===

But even so, there is no glory in getting lost in a swamp, having just
a faint notion of where south is, and cursing and arguing and groaning
and even weeping with the pure insanity and exhaustion of pulling that
damn boat after you. Rainbow was constantly angry, and her tongue
lashed out at everything that hampered our progress, including herself
and me. I grumbled more quietly, but when we shouted angrily at each
other in disagreement I found I had such a short temper that I most
times just burst out that she 'bloody well do what I say!'

She would, and then she growled nastily at me when my decision turned
out to be all wrong. Rainbow was not a strong woman, but she was wiry
and had a marvelous endurance that kept her going alongside me until
we could pull, push, and lift no more.

For two entire days we kept at this, getting further and further away
from the city. Rainbow had lost the channel that we had being
following in the deep fog, and could not blame her as I had never been
able to recognize the faint trail in the first place.

Slowly the landscape changed character, becoming drier. We pulled the
boat along over wet, long grass and stiff straws, and through copses
of bushes. It got stuck there, and it got stuck in the many tiny mires
and sinkholes that not even the fleet footed Rainbow was able to
completely avoid.

"That bloody Minstrel!" I barked the evening of the second day. "
'It's a wide, deep channel,' she said. 'We follow it south and then we
reach the banana lake in less than a day,' she said. There are
no lakes here, no brooks, no nothing!"

"Why did you listen to that damn mandolin-head? Because you felt sorry
for her and she was so pretty, I bet? By the Gods, you men are
pathetic! Never trust a Minstrel! Never! Banana lake? What kind of
drunken monkey-drivel is that!?"

We kept bickering at each other as we lay side by side on the driest
patch of grass we could find. But with the thick, yellowish fog there
was no stopping dirty, warm water from creeping into our garments and
mixing with our sweat. We had eaten the last of our food this morning,
and had been forced to eat a raw fish that Rainbow had caught for
dinner. For supper there was nothing but the scornful words we fed
each other.

In the end I got so tired that I grabbed her head and kissed her
passionately and violently for more than a minute. "No more words," I
said then. "Now we sleep."

Rainbow replied by kissing me fiercely in return, and awarded me with
the only blue light I had seen in her eyes for all of that day. She
opened her mouth as if to say something, then checked herself,
grinned, and crawled into my arms. She had to be dead tired because
she fell asleep before my hands had even clasped in front of her.

            ===

When I awoke the morning after I did not immediately become aware that
something was wrong. I kissed her hair, from which not even the long
trek and the awful fog had managed to remove the luster, and
rose. Working out about one hundred kinks and aching muscles I began
to feel, if not eager, then at least ready to go.

"What's wrong?" I said, when I remembered that Rainbow had not risen.

Then I caught the hot, pink light in her eyes, and heard her rasping
breath. She looked at me, but did not speak.

"You ill again, my sweet?" I asked, putting my hand on her cheek. It
was burning.

"Don't be an idiot," she whispered hoarsely, and got to her feet with
an obvious effort. "Don't stand there dawdling with your mouth open,
Wolf. Let's go!"

She took a few steps, which led her in a circle, and then she collied
with me. "Away! Move! Let's go!"

"You are ill," I said, feeling her brow this time. "You have a strong
fever."

"Be off! We go now!" She tried to push me out of the way.

"Rainbow! Sit down!"

She slumped down on the ground like a sack of apples being
dropped. "You are mean!"

"You need a dry bed, dry clothes, a potion, and rest. And lots of it!"

"You need to be nicer, Wolf!" Her head had fallen between her
knees. "Do this, do that, you need this, you need that! You should
treat me nice, nice, nice, nice! You stole my name! I was called
Wolf. Now I am Rainbow, and I am a slave to Wolf. And I will do
anything for my Wolf! Everyanything! I sit down, but I want to go with
my Wolf!"

As I sat by her side, not knowing what to do, the weather did the only
thing that could have made matters worse. It began to rain. Hard. The
fog was soon washed away in a downpour so fierce that visibility was
hardly improved at all.

Soon this rather dry area would become wet and maybe even feasible to
travel by boat if the rain should last long enough. But right now the
downpour made it impossible for me to move both Rainbow and the
boat. If I made her sit in it and then pulled the boat along with her
in it, then it would soon fill up with water and quickly become too
heavy for me to even move.

There was no other choice but to lift her up, despite her incoherent
protests, and sling her over my shoulder. For Rainbow, burning with
fever, it was now just a matter of time.

Only bringing with me a small bundle of tools I left the boat behind
and began trudging in a direction where I somehow guessed there was
higher ground to be found. High ground might mean somewhere that
wouldn't be flooded, somewhere where there was a chance of me building
some sort of tent. Maybe it was a desperate thought, but it was the
only idea I managed to come up with. Better do something, rather than
sit by and just watch Rainbow burn up.

            ===

I am not a very religious man. My Order is called the Order of Ulv,
and as such I know by whom to swear. I know a few prayers, and can
recite some fragments of the sacred texts. But it was not until now,
in this hour of dire need, that I well and truly believed.

I believed, with a fever of the mind that matched even that of poor
Rainbow, that this, just this!, direction was the right one. Faith was
upon me, and I walked through the bog with surer steps and more speed
than ever before, the rain not bothering me much at all. My sweet
Rainbow should not die, and it was in my power to prevent that!

I kept walking for what I guessed was a little over two hours, never
doubting my path, feeling strong and sure of myself. There were
hillocks here and there, but they were not what I sought. The last
coherent words Rainbow had uttered was when she yelled at me to put
her down, carry on alone, and continue my mission and build my pack
without her. After that it was just senseless ravings. I kept
walking. I kept walking until I reached the hut.

            ===

The small hut was for real, its wooden, red painted boards,
white-framed windows, thatched rood, and low door were all real. So
was the cistern, chicken coop, and vast garden that surrounded it,
where all the colorful herbs grew. So, indeed, was the gray-haired
woman sitting in the midst of the flowers, weeding.

The rain had lessened a little, improving visibility, and when I
passed over a low ridge with Rainbow still across my shoulders I
looked straight at this tiny home. It had burst out of the scenery
like a white knight in the fairy tales who come to rescue the fair
princess.

And there was definitively magic in the air. Ordinary women did not
live far away from everyone else, tending such neat gardens with a
variety of plants like this. When I had first arrived in the city I
had been told there were three Powers in Oganzar. One was the Captain
and his men and his fleet. One was the merchants and their gold. But
the real Lords of Bog City were its many sages, who grew and studied
and experimented with the flora. No-one knew all their names, and
no-one knew where even a fraction of them had made their abodes. This
woman surely had to be one of them.

She looked up at me as I approached, her sharp expression surrounded
by a wild array of soaking wet, gray curls. Her face was lined, giving
the impression that she was at least fifty. Her dress was of brown
greenskin, and she wore rough gloves as well.

"Good day," I said hesitantly.

"And good day to you, young man! Is that a hellcat over your
shoulder?"

"How did you kn-" I began.

"That pink light doesn't come from nowhere else, now does it?"

"Yes, of course. My name is Wo-"

"Do you want to introduce yourself, or bring her inside so that I may
take a look at her? That fever looks nasty. Come on, lad!" She rose
briskly, turned around and walked stiff-legged into her hut, leaving
the door open for me to follow.

            ===

I had never seen so many shelves in such a little space, all filled
with tinted glass jars of various shapes, colors and contents
including live insects, a disarray of potted plants that grew wildly,
small boxes of dark wood where dried leaves peeped out from under the
lids, and even strange rocks and animal hides, in addition to the worn
old books that any sage will have in his study. The shelves covered
every wall, and there even was a central, triangular shelf that took
up most of the space in the hut. The door and small kitchen was on one
side, the cluttered combined desk and workbench on the second, and the
bed on the third.

As the old woman pulled off the bedsheets so that I could put Rainbow
down on the mattress, I noticed that it was clean, spotless. This was
a sharp contrast to the rest of the hut which was, to me, a complete
chaos.

"She your wife?"

"Well, sort of-"

"Yes, I know. Then sort of take those wet clothes off of her and tuck
her in. I go boil up something for that fever."

Rainbow's body was burning and she was sweating profusely. Her sleek,
soft skin was covered with a foul smelling film that must have
accumulated during the last few days. I had no illusion that I was any
better off, but it would do her good to wash off the filth.

"Er, Madam? You got any-"

"Hot water to clean her? Good thinking, son. Just a minute. With the
downpour we have right now the cistern will be so full you could have
given her a proper bath!"

After just a few minutes minute while I listened to the crackling fire
of her little stove and held Rainbow's hand in mine, she came round
the central shelf with a bucket full of warm water and a clean rag.

"Now be thorough, young man! Nothing heals the mind like being clean,
you know."

"I sure will," I smiled at her.

"And then you should wash as well! Hundreds of different stinks in
this hut, and yours is by far the strongest."

I laughed as she winked at me before heading back to the stove. From
the bucket rose a scent almost like that of very sweet orange. The
plant was called oranevendel, and was used by the very richest for
cleaning themselves. The cost of the oranevendel used in the bath of a
noble lady in Maurur was more than her bath maid was paid in a month.

The film washed easily off Rainbow, and in just few minutes she
smelled of oranevendel and that unmistakable scent of wet, beautiful
woman. Turning the mattress I tucked her in, and she fell back into
delirious sleep with a groan. I threw the washing water out, and the
old woman refilled the bucket for me. Then I undressed and washed
myself and both our clothes.

With my clothes now hanging on a creeping vine close to the blazing
hot stove, I sat down on the bed and covered myself nakedness with the
bedsheets. "Thank you for your help and hospitality," I said to the
old woman, whom I guessed was now boiling what smelled like a
bitter-tasting potion.

"Oh, that! It's fine. What are you doing out here anyway, with a
hellcat and all?"

"My name is Wolf, and I-"

"There goes the introduction again!"

"Wolf, and I am a Knight of the Order of Ulv."

"You are, are you?"

"Yes, and I come-"

"Last I heard was that they were, pardon my speech, wiped off the face
of this world by the Iron Hammer."

"Yes, I have lost a lot of brothers lately." I said slowly. "But,
there is still me left. Me and Rainbow. And I intend to fight back at
them."

"You two? Alone? And here? Here in this godforsaken swamp? Pull the
other one, I can hear tinkling!"

I opened my mouth to explain everything in detail, then closed it
again. "We are searching for the path of the Dream Lily."

            ===

Silence. The old woman had stopped stirring. Then her voice came
slowly, evenly, almost threateningly. "Why are you seeking the Dream
Lily?"

"The madness, the violence, the cult of Uzar, the Lord of Dreams. The
Black Circle. We want to put an end to it."

"You are determined to do this? Truly determined?"

"Yes. That is why Rainbow is close to death. I was told of the path
from one of the flower's victims, a Minstrel now stranded in Oganzar,
but we got lost in the fog. We are but recently come to this city from
the west, you see."

"Maybe I do..." the old woman said. Then she came walking around the
triangular shelf, a small cup of thick-flowing violet liquid in her
hand. "Here! Try and make her drink this."

I took the cup, and slowly shook Rainbow's shoulders. I got no
reaction. I tried again, but she slept soundly, and her beautiful face
was twisted in pain. Her brow was hotter than ever.

"I can't wake her," I said, feeling a fist close around my guts. "And
she's burning up."

"She must drink," the old woman said, shaking her head slowly.

"Rainbow," I called, shaking her again. "Rainbow, wake up!"

"No," she mumbled then, after a short pause.

"You must!"

"Please, Wolf, no..." Apart from her voice there was nothing in her behavior
that hinted that she was conscious.

"Drink this!" I lifted her head and put the cup to her lips.

"Don't want, Wolf."

"Drink!"

"Yes, Wolf." She opened her lips slightly, and the thick liquid flowed
slowly into her mouth. Apart from her swallowing motions, she might
have been fast asleep still.

When the cup was empty, I lowered her head again. "Now, go back to
sleep, my dear Rainbow..."

There was not much change in the hellcat after having drunk the
potion, but her face seemed to be slightly calmer now. I turned back
to the old woman and handed her the cup. "Thank you. Will she be all
right?"

"I think so. But how could you be so stupid as to journey into the
swamp without any elixir? Any antidotes?"

"I, well, I-" I did not know what to answer. I had always been able to
keep Rainbow warm and dry, and buy medicines when she needed them. I
guess I had just not thought of it.

"What if you had become ill as well as her? Could you two have crawled
all the way to my house?"

"I don't get sick," I answered truthfully.

"You do- Come again?"

"I have not sneezed even once since the fall of Maurur."

"And that was when?"

"Three months ago. We have lived in this place for a little more than
two."

"Over two months in Oganzar, and you haven't... Let me look at you!"
She cupped my face in her hands, and stared intently into my eyes. Her
hands were rough and calloused, but gentle. "Do you, Wolf, ever get
drunk?"

"Er..." What kind of question was that? "I don't drink a lot. Anymore,
that is. Rainbow is a hellcat, and they prefer water. Water and raw
meat."

"That's disgusting!"

"Raw meat?"

"No! Raw meat is good for you. What's disgusting is a healthy young
man like yourself not getting drunk! Now, when I was a lass... Anyway,
when you cut yourself, does your wound heal itself quickly?"

"Very," I replied, amazed. "I was once shot by two arrows. Three days
later the wound and pain was gone. How on earth did you know that?"

"I see. Anything else? Does magic affect you in any way? Are your
tougher than before? Stronger?"

"Well, I don't think so. Don't know about magic, at least. Not
stronger, either. Yes, there is one thing. I don't feel hunger so much
anymore. For sure I am hungry when I haven't eaten for a long time,
but I don't feel weak because of it."

She stared suspiciously into my eyes again for a moment, then she
broke our mutual gaze. "Hunger! Where are my manners? You must be
hungry?"  She rose quickly.

"I am. But your manners should also prompt you to introduce yourself."

"What? Of course I have introduced myself. Don't be daft." The old
woman disappeared behind the triangular shelf once more and the sound
of clanging pots told me she had begun cooking.

"No, you must have forgotten in the confusion."

"Ridiculous! It is you that has forgotten my name."

"If you wish, then I have forgotten. What is your name? Again."

"Don't be condescending, young man! My name is Marilla, Baron's
daughter by birth, witch by profession."

"Oh, I am sorry, my Lady." I put my hand on Rainbow's brow once
more. It was hot, but perhaps not as searing as it had been.

"'My Lady' me again and you sleep in the chicken coop tonight!"

"All right," I laughed. "So what kind of witchery are you doing out
here, you old crone?"

"I am looking for ways of turning cheeky young men into toads," she
chuckled. "No, seriously. I am interested in everything, but lately
this Dream Lily has been on my mind. I know it has been the
fashionable drug among the poor of Oganzar for a few years, but never
paid much attention to it until they started showing up around here."

"And they are...?"

"The poor wretches enslaved to the Lily, of course! Like you they got
news of the path to it or maybe the Dream Lily called out to them, and
their need for the flower drove them here."

"And?"

"And, well. I tried to dissuade them, I tried to talk sense into them,
I tried to heal them of their addiction, I tried everything. But in
the end they all left, searching for the fields of the Dream Lily they
fantasized about. I think I got about ten poor souls showing up here,
and the Gods only know how many didn't happen to stumble upon my
little hut."

"What kind of devilry is this damned hell-flower!?" I growled.

"That, at least, can be easily answered."

Soon came the sound of scissors snapping. Then Marilla came over to me
and I held my palm out to her. On it she delicately laid the flower.

The Dream Lily was a large flower, my hand wholly invisible beneath
it. It was a sickly, light yellow, and the long tight pointed buds
brought fourth what can only be described as moist-feeling,
tear-shaped petals that somehow seemed to be alive. The petals
spiraled inwards towards the center of the flower, a center which was
both an empty nothing and also the center of an occult whirlpool. The
scent was awkward, the sweet smell trying and failing to hide some
evil stench. I wrinkled my nose. The whole thing gave me the shivers.

"And thus," the witch said when I handed her the flower back, "I got
my answer as well."

"What answer?"

"Concerning you, of course!" I noticed she was holding the flower at
an arm-length's distance, not looking at it. "It is a plant of power,
my young friend. Yet you found neither the scent enchanting, nor the
flower's eye fascinating."

"And what, pray, does that mean?"

"Think, man! Don't you know nothing of your own Order's history? What
this means, I think, that I should address you as 'o Blessed One'."

I burst out laughing. The witch did not laugh. She wrapped the Dream
Lily away in some leaves and looked at me.

"Are you serious? There hasn't been any Blessed of Ulv for ages. If
they ever existed."

"I am not surprised there hasn't been one for that long! For the last
two hundred years the Order of Ulv has not been much better than a
gentleman's club for the very rich and martially fascinated. No, do
not object! My father was one, and I know what I am talking about.  No
champion of good and truth, no white knight seeking the destruction of
evil, no paladin bringing light into dark places would feel at home at
one of the lavish garden parties my parents would have, with their
many servants, sterling silver plates, and a lawn so finely tended you
could play with marbles on it.

"But all that is gone now. Now there is you. The last of His
Order. You are alone. You are a good man, but also a warrior. You have
power beyond ordinary men, and the power to make ordinary men flock to
your banner. And also, it seems, to make extraordinary women devote
themselves wholly to you." 

"Devote what now?"

"You heard me, son. When you came out of the rain like that, marching
like a true soldier with your back straight, the hellcat over your
shoulder, I suddenly felt like a giddy young maiden again."

"Young maiden? Huh? What on earth does that mean?"

"That means you and your Blessed powers should get the hell away from
me as soon as possible," she laughed, eyes narrowing. "I am far too
old and wise to follow some knight around on a foolish quest."

            ===

"How," I said to Marilla after complimenting her on her cooking
several times. The stew was made of just vegetables, but so thick and
nourishing and wonderful as I had never tasted before. "How come you
grow the Dream Lily? It is an evil flower."

"It's good to know one's enemy," the witch smiled back at me. We were
sitting eating by her desk. Rainbow was still sleeping in the bed, but
the fever had gone down a little. Marilla had told me she was going to
be all right.

"I have been trying to find a remedy for the condition of the Dream
Lily, but in vain. It is hard. You see, the flower seems to destroy
something in its victim's mind and replaces it with something
else. Anything they ever cared about is gone from their thoughts, they
all just want more of the Lily, and find their consolation in the
rituals of the Lord of Dreams. Once I managed to remove all traces of
its influence from someone, but the hapless man was turned into a mere
hull of a human, devoid of feelings and intelligence."

"The Lord of Dreams... I think he is famous for his subversive ways,
for reveling in the insanity of his followers, but even more in the
madness of his foes." I shifted. I was still naked except for the rag
I had used to clean myself with wrapped around my loins. The witch was
careful not to look at me, and her fingers would fidget irritatedly
with her wooden spoon. Twice she had checked if my clothes were dry,
and twice she had been disappointed that they were not.

"I guess so, but I have not studied Uzar to any great degree. They
fill themselves with insanity, and think themselves stronger, while
inside they go brittle. Flitting around while high on the Lily and his
treacherous whisperings, they commit irrational, selfish acts until
they end up as shivering wrecks with minds that will never let them in
peace again."

I grunted while eating the stew. The two men in the boat that we had
thrashed, what would become of them? Would their loved ones who now
probably feared them come to care for them again when they later would
sit in gloom somewhere, choking on tears and lamenting their broken
souls?

"I got the seeds of the Dream Lily from a Minstrel a little more than
a year ago," Marilla continued. "Much like you and everyone else she
got lost on the path but, and mark this!, she was going the other
way. She had been to the fields, somehow.

"The flower had carved deeper into her mind, and replaced more of her
soul with its own dark presence than that of any others I have so far
encountered. There was not much left of her race inside her. She could
not leave Oganzar for the next great adventure. She could not take new
lovers. And worst of all, she could neither sing nor play. Except to
the Dream Lily, she said. She could make music for it, and nothing
else. The shadow of the Lily prevented her from telling me anything
more, even though I pressed her. She left one day, in the night."

"What did she look like? A blonde, with blue eyes? Short, but with a
very, aha, generous body?"

"Yes, I think we have spoken to the same one," the witch said. Our
eyes met, she looked away, rose and touched my garments again. "These
are dry," she said tossing them to me. "Finally! I am sick and tired
of not looking at that half-naked, firm body of yours. Damned your
powers of blessedness! Put those clothes on and follow me, son."

After dressing I checked on Rainbow who was now sleeping peacefully.
The potion the witch had given her must have worked wonders! Planting
a kiss on her closed lips I left the hut, following Marilla.

"I lied about you sleeping in the chicken coop," she told me as we
rounded the west wall. There was a low building there, from which
could be heard the sounds of hens clucking happily. "You see, I
already have a guest there."

The coop was divided into two parts: A noisy, busy one where the brown
and white hens, five in number, were kept, and one that doubled as a
garden shed. There were various tools stacked here, such as spades,
ropes, and gloves.

In addition there was a woman there, tied hands and feet, glaring up
at us. I blinked my eyes and looked open-mouthed at the witch. I had
tied Rainbow up like this before, but what reason could the witch have
for doing it "W-What? This is the Minstrel Ilina? Why-?"

"Oh, this is just what will happen to you if you should go to sleep in
my home," the witch said sardonically. "Can't you guess?"

"Er... No?"

"Beware the Lord of Dreams!" the Minstrel said, her large blue eyes so
full of mad fire that they looked akin to those of a hellcat. "Uzar
will touch your souls! He will send you to a screaming nightmare from
which you will never return."

Invariably I took a step back. There was such vicious hate in her
voice, mingled with utter desperation, that I was shocked. When I had
met her in the tavern at the Cliff she had been sad, yes, but
certainly not like this. Her voice should be sweet and musical, like
that of a true Minstrel!

"That should explain the ropes," Marilla commented lazily. "Though I
find no pleasure in doing so. She came here late last night, and
begged me to help her break free from the Dream Lily. Maybe you
questioning her about the path made her decide to seek me out? As you
can guess, I have not succeeded."

"You promised to help me! You promised!" There was now merely anguish
in the Minstrel Ilina's voice. She thrashed about on the floor,
obviously in great pain.

In the tavern she had merely been a shadow of what a Minstrel should
by rights be. It was not just because of her miserable spirits, so far
from the famed optimism of her race. No, the blonde hair that ought to
have fallen smooth and shiny down below her shoulders had been lank
and greasy. The generous hour-glass shaped body, with breasts and hips
that should have been caressed by a tight dress and made men descend
upon her like ravaged dogs, had given the impression that she was
fat. She had not looked like a musician about to seduce and thrill her
audience, but rather like a drunkard longing to be seduced and
thrilled by the next glass of whatever she truly needed.

That had been in the tavern. Now she had fallen far below even that
state. The eyes were blood-shot. The hair was a mess. She was dirty
and sweaty, and looked more like a sow than a woman.

In terror I looked at the witch. She was biting her lips thoughtfully
while watching the Minstrel. "I promised to do what I could, my dear."

"You have the Lily, Marilla! Give me of the Lily! Please!"

"Are you sure? Really sure? You were determined to keep away from it
last night, even if it meant ropes to keep us both safe."

"Yes!"

"Before I do that," the witch said, "I thought I would show you young
Wolf here. Wolf is a Blessed of Ulv. Do you know what that means?"

"Dunno! Just... Give me... The Lily!"

"Wolf!" the witch said hastily. "Sit down by her and comfort her. Use
your Blessed powers or whatever. I will go and mix up a potion of the
bloody Lily!"

As Marilla swiftly left the coop I, who had no idea how to use my
so-called blessed powers, was left alone with a bound, sobbing
woman. A woman that might be hundreds of years old, who had seen
wonders I would never have, who had played music that had made mortals
weep. And she was lying crying face down in the dirt of a chicken coop
in the middle of a swamp.

Sitting down I carefully patted her hair. The only thing I thought of
saying was "There, there," which was thoroughly inadequate. She wept
and growled, occasionally shouting an expletive or two at nothing in
particular.

Then, after a few minutes, she seemed to calm herself
somewhat. Gasping for air, she looked up at me with her out-of-focus
blue eyes. "Y-You? The guy I met in that dump on the Hill? The
handsome, tall one?"

"I hope that's me," I smiled, stroking her brow. She looked as if she
had just woken from a nightmare.

"Yes, it is you! Remember we talked about lots of stuff? You made me
think of old times, before the Lily gave me my strange dreams... I
like you. Your smile looks nice."

"Thank you. You are very charming!" Be polite now, while not too
intimate.

"I want to be charming again... I want to drink wine and chatter away
with the girls and flirt with all the men! I want to sing! I want to
play! But I cannot, nice man, I cannot! I can only make music for that
evil, vile flower! I must play for the damn flower!"

"Marilla will find a cure for you, I know it!"

"I want to sing for you, my dear nice man! I want to, but I cannot. We
should go anywhere together! To Portasol, to the Faire Islands, to the
steppes of Vambol, to Andomin! But I cannot leave the flower! I
cannot! No! I cannot!"

And with that she worked herself into hysterics again, sobbing and
screaming. I resumed my hair-patting, and eventually she settled into
a state of quiet weeping.

            ===

"Why don't you kiss her?" Those words, from any other women who caught
her man caressing another, would have been so heavy with sarcasm they
could have sunk ships. But from Rainbow, of a race where a man's wives
could number more than ten, they were merely inquisitive and helpful.

"Huh?" I turned around. There she stood in the doorway, looking a bit
woozy, but otherwise fine. Here eyes were light blue, and she peered
curiously at the Minstrel. "Rainbow! How are you? You should be in
bed, resting!"

"I bloody well shouldn't!" she snarled, showing fangs.

"Really? Does the old woman know you are up? If not, then you are
going back inside!"

"Marilla? Of course. I helped her cook the potion. Can you kiss her
now? I am getting restless."

"Why should I do that?"

"Because you have the power to influence her," Marilla said, appearing
beside the hellcat in the doorway. She carried a cup full of a
steaming brew, carefully avoiding smelling it. "But let's see if you
can make her drink this first."

I took the cup from the witch's hand, and as soon as the Minstrel got
a whiff of it her whole body jerked, she opened her eyes and mouth,
struggling against the ropes in order to get at the brew. I put it to
her lips, and she swallowed it in one gulp.

"For some reason this brew is far less potent than what comes down the
path of the Dream Lily," Marilla said as Ilina fell back onto the
ground with a desperate and satisfied sob. "So she will not become
aggressive or too affected, but she will not be at ease either."

When the Minstrel came to again she opened her big blue eyes
again. "Hello, Marilla! And you, nice man. And... A hellcat?"

"My name is Rainbow. Pleased to meet you," the black-haired woman
said.

"I am Ilina. Is this nice man yours, by any chance? Do you mind if I
kiss him? I think I heard that being mentioned." The blonde seemed now
positively cheeky, but there was still a haunted look to her eyes.

"Not at all," Rainbow grinned. "Just leave something for me."

"Do I get a say in all this?" I asked pointedly.

The two young women, or at least young-looking women, as Ilina might
be the oldest of them by far, burst out laughing. But Marilla looked
intently at me.

"You get a say, Wolf," she said slowly. "But this is not just about
kissing another woman. This is about your destiny."

I was about to ask her what she meant, but then I saw it all before my
inner eye. On one hand there was me and Rainbow, living in a cottage
somewhere by a forest lake, or forever wandering trying to make small
chips in the armor of the Iron Hammer. On the other hand there was
vision of a band women, all powerful, all special, all dedicated to
me. Their naked bodies yearning for my touch, their clothed bodies
aching to serve me on my mission.

It appealed to me. There was that damn, intense need again: I wanted
those naked, eager bodies to be crawling on the floor for my
favors. Wanted it bad! Without further ado I bent down and placed a
hungry kiss on Ilina's soft lips.

            ===

I don't know what I had expected. That she would instantly stand up,
smiling, and be free of all enchantment like some sleeping princess?
In my dreams, perhaps. That she would be hungry for more kisses, that
they made her forget her plight? I hoped so. Then you can imagine my
disappointment when she began weeping bitterly, turning her head away.

"What- What is it?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said quietly. Then, after a pause when we all held our
breaths, she continued bitterly. "There was no enjoyment! Such a nice,
handsome man, and I could not! I could not enjoy it!"

"You didn't feel anything?" The witch asked.

"Yes..." the Minstrel replied. "Yes, I liked the taste of his breath,
the force of his lips, the warmth, you know. But the tingle was not
there. The, you know, spark. It was missing."

"Then I guess your theory was wrong," I said to Marilla, beginning to
rise. I could not help feeling slightly stupid. "My so-called
Blessedness does not really matter one way or the other."

"No!" the Minstrel shrieked as soon as I had risen. "Stay! Please!
Don't leave me. Don't..."

She pleaded and wriggled around on the floor. I wondered why I had not
free her from her bonds. Maybe I was too used to seeing Rainbow like
that?

I shrugged and sat down, patting her hair yet again. She sobbed in
relief. "Thank you, nice man, thank you..."

And so it was that the chicken coop became our residence for the
remainder of the day. The Minstrel was freed from the ropes that had
bound her, seeing as she had calmed down. However she did not move,
she just curled up on the ground, clutching my hand feverishly. Only
when I was eating did I let go, and then she turned to look fearfully
at me, as if I should vanish into thin air.

Rainbow sat on the other side of me, still a bit weak from her attack
of fever, her slim shoulder occupying my other arm. We discussed our
plans with Marilla who went to and fro between us and her chores.

"The banana lake?" the witch said. "Silly name, but I think I know the
place, unless there are a myriad of bent, longish lakes around
here. It's in the west, not far from here, which would explain why so
many victims of the Dream Lily have ended up with me."

When I tried to get the Minstrel to verify this, or to supply more
information about the path to the Dream Lily, she refused to answer me
and buried her face in the dirt of the hut.

"At least she is not spouting the idioms of the Lord of Dreams, while
threatening to kill us," Marilla said lazily. "So I believe you do
have an influence on her, your Blessedness. Too bad for her that you
ought to leave tomorrow morning. If my weather sense is any judge,
then it will be clear, with only a drizzle. I also wish you could
stay, so that I might study you."

I raised my eyebrows.

"Study your ability to shrug off the effects of the Lily, you nitwit,
not your holy cucumber."

"Watch your tongue, old hag," Rainbow said suddenly, her eyes burning
red. "Do not treat my master disrespectfully."

"Well, let me just remind you, girl," the witch said tersely, "that I
have saved your life, that you are in my house, tha-"

"Let's be reminded that we are all friends here, shall we?" I said
hastily. The hellcat had a frightful temper, and the witch did not
look like one that would back down easily. "Er, Marilla? I am getting
second thoughts about destroying the fields of the Dream Lily. When I
now have seen what has happened to Ilina when she has been deprived
the true drug... Wouldn't there be hundreds people suffering such
miseries if we destroyed it?"

"Wouldn't there-" the witch spluttered. Then she faced Rainbow. "Shut
your ears for a moment please, dear. Wolf, are you out of your blessed
mind? Wouldn't there be hundreds more of those people if nothing is
done about it? And nothing will be done, if not for you two. Whoever
is behind this is careful not to awaken the wrath of the powers of
Oganzar. No, you get rid of this devilry once and for all, and I will
do the best I can to cure the unfortunate souls who are enslaved to
the Lily. Remember that the Minstrel here is further gone that any
others I have seen, and those who are so desperate as to heed the call
to go out into the swamp in search of the fields must be worse off
than most. But for Ilina, alas, I fear her mind is irrevocably
damaged, too damaged..."

We all looked at the Minstrel, but she made no sign as if she had
heard. She had not moved for over an hour, her eyes still facing the
ground. When, later in the evening she began breathing heavily like
sleeping, I went inside with the hellcat and the witch.

Rainbow and I were determined to leave when we fell asleep on the
floor of the hut. Marilla had said she could handle the Minstrel, and
we would depart at first light. The fields of the Dream Lily had to be
destroyed.

            ===

In the morning the weather was a steady, light drizzle like Marilla
had promised. The witch told us Ilina was still sleeping, handed us a
sack of useful items, including food, and we said farewell.

I followed Rainbow's lead, and walking westward across some nasty,
fly-infested mires we came in a short while to what could only be the
banana lake: a longish, narrow, and bent body of some of the clearest
waters I had seen in Oganzar. Which still meant I would never drink
it.

Going was difficult. What looked like a grassy, level field was
instead a treacherous mire, clutching at our boots at every
opportunity. We had a short, thin, strong rope that we each tied
around our left wrist, in case we should plummet into the wet ground.

"I wish we still had the boat," I grumbled as we reached the
lake. "The Minstrel said to follow the stream flowing into the lake
until we reached the harbor."

"Damn it!" Rainbow swore. "Stream? More like a proper river, it
is. Deep and wide. Rowing would be as easy as that! Bloody hell, why
did I ever lose the path in the first place."

"Well, I never saw the path in the first place," I smiled. "If we have
to walk, walk we must. Never fear, if you fall I will be there to pick
you up."

I fell, fell, and fell. I cut my hands, twisted my leg, got my face
full of mud, and each time Rainbow was there to pick me up. But by
night fall we were still walking, and still were as the moon rose
above the horizon, and as the morning fog seeped in over the
landscape, and we did not stop for anything but food and water until
late afternoon, when the fog was thick as soup once more.

The featureless plain we have traveled had seemed dreary at first, but
Rainbow pointed out the different flowers, the little worms, the
birds, and every creature that made this place their home. In the end
I relented: The landscape had a certain melancholy charm to it, and
the sad river flowed like a slow, stately funeral through it. We
became more used to living in the Bog, we learned how to stay on
course, how to choose our camping sites, how to find fish, and how to
light fires in the damp.

One thing we, that is to say I, did not learned, was to use my
faculties, though. I could have guessed that Ilina might have been
hysterical when she woke up alone, that she might run off towards the
fields where she could get the true Dream Lily. When I, on the second
night of travel, seemed to hear the sound of soft, slow music in the
distance I put it down to being weary. The fact that Rainbow, on whom
magic would have an effect, was sleeping extremely deep just then did
not bother me. And since she, who was the one with the acute sense of
hearing, was sleeping, I did not hear anyone who might be sneaking
past us in the dark.

"What is that?" Rainbow said on morning of the fifth day, pointing at
a pole out in the river which now, after passing a lot of smaller
streams that flowed into it, had almost too little water to float a
boat.

We came around a small clump of low trees, and saw a wide bend in the
river, or maybe even a small lake. At any rate, it was clear we had
reached some sort of harbor. On the lake shore were lots of long
furrows in the soft mud and grassy earth, marking where boats had been
pulled up on land. Only one boat lay there now, a typical low-keeled
boat that was used in Oganzar. The lone pole was probably used when
loading a boat heavily.

All around were several pines, the mighty and for the swap unusual
trees standing spaced several feet apart, graciously letting the sun
seep through and lesser trees living under their branches. From the
mooring site went a trail into the trees on the southern side of the
lake.

We didn't really care about the lake, the boat, or the trail. Because
to the mightiest pine tree that lined the lake there was pinned the
body of a man. Walking slowly closer, drawing short, agitated breaths,
we saw that a longish nail had been hammered through the belly of a
this young man and into the tree trunk so that he had burst open and
the guts had spilled out. By his clothes he was most likely a poor man
from Oganzar, but anything was hard to make out because the carrion
eaters had been at his face.

"What is this evil?" Rainbow growled. She did not flinch or retch, she
did not break into hysteria or clamp her nose shut. A hellcat was a
true child of the wild, used to seeing and facing death.

I pondered this. We had stopped about twenty feet away from the sad
remains of the man. "It's a warning, I guess. A warning not to follow
this trail."

"A warning? By the Gods!" she snarled. "Who are these people? Who has
done this? Who can possibly... Damn it!"

"No-one knows. And those who know, like Ilina, cannot tell."

"Are we put off by this warning?" she asked, eyes blazing.

"On the contrary," I replied.

            ===

Even so we walked in a wide circle around the dead man. The path ran
in what can only be described as a ditch. A tiny stream ran beside it,
and all around the ground rose slightly and was lined with bushes, so
that we could not see anything but a wet, muddy trail leading off into
the distance. My bravery trickled out of me for every trudging step we
took.

This whole thing unnerved me. The corpse had told me in no uncertain
terms the evil of the enemy we were facing, of course. But also the
path in itself, its mere presence as a continual proof that there
indeed existed that enemy, scared me even more. I cut myself a stout
cudgel from a bush, and my eyes went constantly to the slopes lining
the path, looking for an ambush.

But when the ambush finally happened it was of a kind I had never
anticipated. Suddenly, without warning, I saw Rainbow duck, then turn
to look at me with anxiety in her eyes. The she turned forward again,
and with a scream of rage set off up a slope as if in hot pursuit of
something.

I followed her, even though I had seen no enemy or attack of any
kind. When I had managed to climb the slope despite its muddy surface,
I saw the hellcat running head over heels into the mire that
surrounded the sunken path. For the moment it seemed as if her feet
managed to find a tussock each time they impacted with the ground, but
it was clear she would soon get lost.

"Stop!" I bellowed with all my might. "Rainbow! Stop!"

With a fall and a tumble she halted, rose, and looked at me with fiery
red eyes. "What, you fool!? I almost had him! Almost!"

"No! There was no-one there!"

"Yes, and he shot at you!"

"No, there was no ambush! I didn't see any arrow!"

"Are you blind!?"

"No! Now come here!"

With a choice selection of oaths that do not bear repeating she
trudged back across the mire towards me. In the end she stood facing
me, her finger shaking. "If he returns... Then.... Told you so!"

"If who returns?"

Her jaw dropped. "Er..." Her eyes calmed down and looked at
nothing. "I... I don't know. Can't remember."

"Did he shoot a dart or an arrow at us?"

"Can't remember. But," and she ground her teeth together, "I remember
that the Lord of Dreams can put a madness on people and give them
waking nightmares."

"So instead of firing arrows at us to kill us, they wanted us to get
lost in the swamp instead..."

"But you are blessedly immune," the hellcat smiled wryly. "I was so
angry I would have followed this dream-assassin to the ends of the
world. I guess you have saved my life again, and that we are now
even."

After she had given me thanks with her sweet, soft lips, we continued
along the sunken path. Once more, ten minutes later, she dropped to
the ground as a dream-arrow was shot at her. But this time she waited
and looked at me before taking off. It was another false alarm.

"I hope we do not have far to go," she grumbled. "Because I do not
want to go to sleep in a place like this. What if they make me bite
your jugular in the middle of a dream?"

"I may have to tie you up to prevent that," I winked at her. "But I do
not think we are far from the fields of the Dream Lily. I was taught
that, to a layman, magic is like a weapon. The closer you are to your
victim, the stronger it is."

"Good, because my teeth would like collect damages from my wounded
pride."

It now became a matter of urgency to reach our goal: We had no idea
what whoever was behind the Dream Lily could strike at us with. Arrows
and spears we could relate to, but magic and strange dreams was
something else entirely. Nothing more seemed to happen to Rainbow, and
I assumed that our enemy had realized that his strategy had failed. It
meant he had also realized that we were coming.

It was in the early afternoon when we finally saw what could only be
the end of our journey. Some miles ahead in the south, visible through
the now almost transparent mist, there came an eerie blue-green glow
up the path, looking more like witch-light that the bright flames of a
fire. Not, of course, the light a witch-sage like Marilla would
employ, but the damned burnings of sinister rituals or offerings to
some evil God.

"Can you see the light?" Rainbow asked me, still suspicious about
everything she saw.

I nodded. "I do not much like it."

"Can you see those two men?" She said.

"Can I-? Huh? No. Wait, yes I see them!" From out of the witch-light
and down the path, came two men shuffling towards us. They were still
far away, but I could see that they were moving slowly and
awkwardly. The men were clearly under the influence of the Dream Lily.

Rainbow slipped instantly into the bushes on one side of the path, and
I followed her rather more clumsily. There we sat, side by side, as
the men staggered closer, uncertain foot by uncertain foot. There was
no indication that they had seen us, and if they had not wielded clubs
then I could never have guessed they were searching for us.

During the long wait I got time to be properly amazed by the way they
were dressed. They wore finery, far too good for wretches such as
they! One, the biggest, was dressed in sensible wool and leather
clothes, such as a well-to-do farmer might wear. The other wore the
sharp, black linen of a manservant or butler. He, in particular, looked
so out-of-place in the swamp that I wondered if not I, too, was caught
in a strange dream of Uzar's.

I had never ambushed anyone before, and it showed. When the men were
passing us, I jumped out and took a step towards the big man. Lifting
my club I was about to hit him hard on the head, but my foot slipped
on the muddy slope. With an oath I stumbled towards him.

If he had been anything but a wretched slave to the Dream Lily I might
have been struck down right there and then, but he reacted too late
and too sluggishly. Even so I had to hit him thrice with the cudgel
before he slumped down on the ground.

Turning to Rainbow, however, I saw blood on her lips. She had killed
the other man, and his corpse lay at her feet.

"What did you do that for?" I growled. "It was not necessary to kill
him!"

She just snarled, and showed me his neck. The hellcat had merely
bitten him on his shoulder. "Strangled," she said slowly. "But alive."

"I apologize," I mumbled.

"All right."

"I am an idiot."

"Maybe."

"I am. I keep thinking your race is cruel, but you are not. I
apologize again."

"Never mind," she said gruffly. "If he had offered me more resistance
I just might have had to really kill him."

I smiled and took at closer look at the two men. The manservant was
clean shaved, the big man had the typical farmer's beard, albeit
somewhat scraggly. They smelled of scents, in that way one does when
one is sweaty and merely dabbles perfume one oneself. My conclusion
was clear: They were two unlucky wretches that had tried to disguise
themselves as men of a higher station. But for what purpose did they
do so out here in the Bog?

Rainbow laughed harshly. "Is this the best show our enemy can put on
when it comes to fighting? Really? Two Lily-seduced bozos like these?"

I did not know the answer. Instead we dragged the unconscious men up
the slope and laid them in the driest spot we could find. Then we
continued onwards. The distance to where the light had come from was
not great, it had just seemed like that the way the two men had
stumbled slowly towards us.

With the hellcat in front we sneaked up the now sloping mud-path as
the flickering witch-light became stronger and stronger. When she had
almost reached the top of the slope Rainbow stopped and took cover in
the bushes again. Inch by inch she crawled over the top, until she was
almost gone from my sight. Then she motioned me to follow.

I took a few cautious, slow steps up the slope and into the bushes,
and she motioned again, her meaning clear. I stopped, blushed, and
began moving once more, but now even slower and even more cautiously.

            ===

When In reached her I found myself looking down upon the fields of the
Dream Lily, a circular, shallow mire some five hundred yards across,
sunk thirty feet into the terrain. It was an unholy witch's cauldron
filled with the flickering, pulsating, hypnotizing light of thousands
upon thousands of Lilies, all lifting their pale yellow petals towards
the darkening sky.

The fields were watered by streams running into the mire at the border
of the great circle. But no water ran out of the fields: The
hell-flowers must be consuming it all. The whole field stank, an awful
stench of sweet seduction and vile decay that assailed my nostrils.

I turned quickly to Rainbow. I might be immune, but who knew what she
might be feeling. If the sight of the witch-light or the scent of the
Lilies should capture her mind, then I might have to make truth of my
threat to tie her up.

"How do you feel?" I whispered.

She mouthed a few words, eyes reflecting the ghastly light. Then she
shook her head and smiled bitterly at me. "I belong to you. Not to
this... thing. By the Gods how they call!" Then she growled
quietly. "But I am your slave, Wolf, not that of this flower! Yours!
Yours!"

With a fierce passion she grabbed me and kissed me intensely. For a
long time she held her lips to mine. When she finally let go, her eyes
looked fondly at me. "Yes, I am yours. Yes."

"You are," I smiled back. "And don't you forget it."

With that we both relaxed slightly. But not too much. There was still
the heart of the circle to consider, the maddest part of it all. Not
in its appearance, but just the fact that it was here. Here, of all
places.

On an island in the middle of the mire was a mansion. It was a
white-walled, many-windowed, marble-pillared, two-winged,
croquet-lawned, rose-gardened, weather-waned, gravel-pathed mansion,
and it was beautiful and well maintained. It was the kind of mansion
that would be the envy in the rich countryside of every city in the
civilized world. But here it merely looked absurd, like a king holding
court in a sty.

There were people on the neat lawns. Women in long dresses and men in
frilly suits, such as the richest merchants in Oganzar might wear. And
they were sitting on chairs, sipping at their afternoon tea.

There were men and women serving them sweets and cakes, cleared away
dirty plates and used cups, and raked and cut the lawn, and they all
moved with that slow clumsiness that we knew so well by now. Here, far
into the darkest corner of a foul-smelling bog, had someone decided to
create a mockery of upper-class country life.

I looked at the men and women having their tea, about five of them
altogether. From this distance I could discern nothing about their
expressions and behavior, except for two things. One was that they did
not seem like close friends, more like a family of tyrants and shrews
forced together for the funeral of the most hated member of that
family, and finding out his will had left them nothing. The other was
that they would all now and then look in our direction, which was not
so strange considering that they had sent two of their 'servants' to
investigate our approach.

But the most unnerving thing about the whole scene was the boat that
slowly came into view. It was a small boat, and it seemed to be
circling the mansion and the lawns in a narrow channel in the fields
of the Dream Lily, but no visible means of propulsion could be seen.

In the boat sat Ilina. She sat there playing and singing, but she
looked now more like a goddess of pain than a Minstrel. She looked
clean, and she looked well. Her blonde hair was reflecting the
witch-light, hanging down over her shoulders like a golden, silken
sheen. Her generous body was clad in a black, tight dress, and that
and her posture gave her back the divine allure that her race by
rights possesses.

In her hand was an instrument that looked kind of like a lute, or a
small guitar, and she played a tune on it while she sang the
melody. It was an foul song, a song of power, utterly alien, yet one
that made me shiver. But the Lilies, they all turned to face the music
as her boat glided past them.

As the Minstrel came closer I saw there was an evil, satisfied smile
on her lips. It made me sad to see. Her mind was being eaten by the
Dream Lily, and all of the Minstrel's charm, friendliness, seduction,
and wanderlust, all other emotions were replaced by the pure
malevolence of that cursed flower.

It made me sad to see. But it also made me understand several
things. I understood why Marilla's Dream Lilies had been false images
of the true flower. The tea-drinking actors playing rich on the lawn,
if indeed they were the masters of the Dream Lily, had abused the
powers of a Minstrel's music. Because it contains great power. Strange
are the ways of such music, and it causes rapture and delight for the
listeners, but never will the Minstrels use it for worse purposes than
to get a few coins, a passage by ship, a warm bed, or a lover.

Ilina was the one who had created the Dream Lily, and she was the one
furthest in its grip. Of course she had been here before! Had she
tried to escape many times? Had she tried to when I met her on the
Hill, but found herself unable to tell the truth, unable to leave
Oganzar? Had it been the servants of the tea-drinkers that had brought
her back to sit in this boat play, or had it been the terrible
yearning for the flower?

Somehow she must have passed us on the way here. Yes, that night when
had I heard music. She must had known where we were lying, and put
Rainbow to sleep. And when she came here she must have told her
masters about us, told them we were coming.

            ===

"What do we do now?" Rainbow asked me softly.

"We wait until nightfall."

"And then?"

"We try to capture the Minstrel. Her music is what feeds the malice of
the Dream Lily."

"But the fields will remain."

"What do you suggest, then? Chop them all down? They are
thousands. Burn them? In this wet hell?"

She looked thoughtful for a moment. The flames in her eyes were
dim. When a hellcat was hunting, she did not alert its prey with her
light. "We should not stay here long. I do not trust the arts of
those... Those... What can I call them, the tea-drinkers?"

            ===

Soon night was creeping in on all sides. The fog gathered, thick and
yellow, but the witch-light persevered. Through hazy air we could see
the Minstrel in her boat gliding softly around and around the manor
and the island. The tea-party ended with, absurdly yet logically
enough, cigars and drinks and small talk.

But then it all changed. Instead of retreating into the mansion for
bed, the tea-drinkers were joined by five others men and women dressed
in finery, who came out onto the lawn. They all seemed to gather round
in a wide circle on the wet grass, with one of the late arrivals
standing in solitude in the middle.

The nine that made up the circle sat down on the grass, folded their
legs, and bent forwards. Then the figure in the middle, a woman
judging by her stance and dress, slowly paced the circle and put her
left hand on the heads of each of them. I could not be sure because of
the distance and the haze, but it seemed as if they fell asleep one by
one as she touched them.

In the end the walking woman sat down at the exact center of the
circle. Like the others she crossed her legs and bowed her head. Then
all hell broke loose. 

The men starting howling and roaring while waving their arms, and the
women started shrieking and wailing as they clawed at the air. The
words were that of the insane, incoherent snatches of curses and
imploring words, fragments of sentences, all full of either hate,
jealousy, greed, or other evil emotions.

And the woman in the middle, she sat all quiet. And I got a nasty
feeling that she was listening. Listening to the nastiest, most
innermost secrets and desires of the other nine.

But this was no mere confession. It was a magic spell, it had to be a
ritual of the Lord of Dreams. Because the light of the Dream Lilies
grew stronger as the howling and wailing went on, the mansion seemed
to grow clearer, and Rainbow beside put her fingers in her ears,
closed her eyes, and ground her teeth together.

It cannot say how long this lasted, but when the woman in the middle
finally rose, the macabre sounds stopped, and when the others stood up
as well, wiping the water and grass from their fine clothes, then
darkness fell. I could still see because of the Dream Lilies, but the
change was substantial.

The ten filed into the mansion, followed by their hapless servants
after the tables had been cleared. Inside the building some of the
windows were lit, and after a while most of those lights went out. I
looked away from the manor and my eyes found Ilina. She continued her
solitary journey, but what was that? Something seemed to be moving
towards her between us.

Rainbow! The hellcat had left my side while I focused on the
tea-drinkers, or maybe dreamers is a better word, and now she was
gingerly leaping from tussock to tussock down in the midst of the
fields. As she passed by, the Dream Lilies seemed to emit a more
malevolent light, and my heart leaped in my chest.

I rose and followed her as quickly as I dared, but the hellcat was
headed straight for that spot where she would intercept the path of
the Minstrel's boat. As the boat glided up in front of the hellcat,
Ilina looked astonished, but Rainbow merely raised her fist.

A hellcat does not weigh very much, but she put all her mass and
considerable speed behind the punch, and the Minstrel fell like a
sack. The music stopped, the boat lost its velocity, and the light
from the nearby Dream Lilies wavered. Rainbow grabbed hold of the
boat, and began pulling it towards us.

I slipped and slid down into the field of Dream Lilies, their green,
slimy stems and tangled, tough roots made me pray they would not
suddenly grab at me. When I reached Rainbow I saw that she was
squinting and muttering words under her breath. She was terrified of
looking at the flowers! What on earth had possessed her to go after
the Minstrel alone I could not tell.

Together we pulled the boat to the shore, and then we dragged both it
and Ilina up into a thick cluster of bushes a small distance from the
path leading back towards Oganzar. Turning around, I could not see
anything that would imply our capture of the Minstrel had been
noticed.

As I used our rope to tie Ilina up I could not, despite the severity
of the situation, fail to admire her curvy body, big blue eyes, and
long blonde hair. Oh, and I also felt sorry for her. I truly did.

"You should find a woman like her," Rainbow whispered in my ear. And
again there was that strange interest of hers. "I would not mind her
joining your pack at all!"

"Yes," I agreed. I also wouldn't mind at all. Then we stood and looked
at the bound and gagged woman, neither saying, but both thinking, what
a tragedy it was that it would not be her. What would become of her,
poor thing, should we succeed? But we could not do any more for her
right now.

            ===

I held Rainbow's hand as we waded across the fields of the Dream
Lily. We had decided that it would not be enough just to bring Ilina
back home with us. The fields would remain, and so would the
tea-drinking dreamers. And if we could not destroy the fields, then we
could at least try to capture the woman who evidently something of a
high priestess of the Lord of Dreams.

They were many, how many I could not guess, but I had my cudgel, and
Rainbow had her claws and teeth. And from what I had seen all of their
servants were slaves to the Lily, and the dreamers themselves did not
seem to be of the warrior cast. Still, we could only hope to catch
them unawares.

As we walked onto the lawn the hellcat drew a sigh of relief. I had no
way of knowing the extent of the attraction she must feel to that
awful flower. The lawn grass was as short and neatly tended as I had
expected, but we did not linger there. The main double doors of the
mansion loomed before us between the two wings. The one on our right
had larger, barred windows and seemed to be the masters' wing. This
was where we were heading.

            ===

The double doors creaked as we pulled them open, releasing warm, dry
air into the damp night. Inside was a large hall with a corridor
leading off into both wings, and a flight of red, velvet stairs going
up.

This hall was lit by candles, of which some had gone out. As it
happened a man came shuffling into view, carrying fresh candles and a
fire pot in his hands. Despite his livery he was just a drugged swamp
rat from Oganzar, and was merely able to utter a curse before we were
on him.

Rainbow kicked him in the stomach, and I knocked him out cold with my
cudgel as he invariably bent forward in pain, dropping his
possessions. Thankfully, the floor was covered in a deep, soft, brown
carpet which muffled all sounds. Smiling briefly at each other we took
off down the right hand corridor.

The carpeted corridor had eerie, greenish stone walls, and red painted
doors at long intervals. Each room here must, based on its size, be a
fabulous suite. In the walls between the doors, and lit by white
candles, were bronze and stone sculptures and paintings, all depicting
people in trances, their dreams causing havoc all around them. A man
made another man kill his wife. A woman dreaming while her mother
jumped off a cliff into the raging sea.

There were doors on each side and, as we turned the corner into the
wing proper, we came face to face with a maid carrying bed lines. At
least she was dressed like a maid, but her unfocused eyes made it easy
for us to knock her down in the same way we done with the man who
replaced candles. We continued on down the corridor.

There! At the very end there seemed to be a door that was more
ornately carved than the others. That had to be her room! I turned to
Rainbow to grin at her, but she was facing one of the other doors.

With a sudden snarl she tore it open and leaped inside! The doors
instantly slammed shut. I grabbed the handle and twisted and
pulled. Locked. I banged on the door. From afar, it seemed, I heard
the hellcat reply with her own fists. I banged some more.

Tricked! The mind-trick that they had attempted in the bog had finally
worked. What Rainbow had seen, or thought, that had made her act so
rashly I did not know. But she was trapped, and we were separated.

            ===

"Who is she?" a voice behind me said. "Your woman?"

I spun around. It was her. The high priestess. She looked about forty
years old, tall, with long pale, almost white hair. Her eyes were
brown, and skin almost as dark as Rainbow's olive hue. She looked and
spoke like a native of Oganzar, but her long, red dress was of an
eastern cut with its bare shoulders and arms.

"Yes," I said, almost absentmindedly. Then I raised my cudgel.

"Do you want to see her again?" she smiled.

I lowered the weapon. The sound of the beating of Rainbow's enraged
fists was so faint that I guessed the hellcat was trapped by some sort
of magic. I could not risk anything.

"What do you want to do now?" Her arrogant smile stayed put. "Bang at
the door for some hours? Pick a fight with all of the Dreamers and the
staff as well? Or come with me and have a drink and a chat?"

"What's the fourth option?" I said gruffly.

"You tell me. Come!" She turned around, the long dress trailing after
her as she walked.

In frustration I slammed the door with the cudgel as hard as I could,
then followed the woman down the last stretch of the corridor. The
carved wood of her door depicted a scene I had already witnessed, that
of a woman surrounded by a circle of nine Dreamers.

She opened the door and, with her infuriating smile, let me enter
first. Her quarters were more like a small apartment than a sleeping
chamber. I was in a combined library, complete with bookshelves,
comfortable reading chairs, and table, and a meeting room with a round
table and tall-backed chairs. Everywhere there was gold and silver,
lace and gems, statues and flowers, paintings and candlesticks. It was
the room of a woman who wanted to live like a princess, albeit a
princess that could both read and think. Two doors led off to other
rooms.

As she showed me to one of the comfortable chairs in the library, I
got a sudden sensation. It was as if the voice of Ulv himself had
spoken to me, here in the stronghold of the evil Uzar.

"Lie," the voice seemed to say. "Lie!"

The woman poured me a drink of an almost black liquid. It was probably
Agon. Agon was a strong tasting, almost foul, liquor that was produced
in Oganzar and exported widely at exuberant prices. It was regarded as
a drink for real men, and she was probably trying to flatter me.

For herself she had a glass with a long stem and a very pale, amber
drink. She sat down in a chair opposite me, one foot daintily dangling
over the other, sipped, and smiled at me.

"So! We get many visitors to this place, but they are all servants of
Uzar. Who are you two?" 

"I am Parag," I said, choosing a name common in my homeland. "I come
from Andomin," naming the capital of the ancient realm that was now
taken by the Iron Hammer. "My woman's name is Ellja, from Oganzar."

"And why are you here?"

"What?"

"Why are you here?"

"I am sorry," I said as insolently as I could, "I though you was going
to introduce yourself."

She smiled and laughed. "Indeed! Priestess of the Lord of Dreams, that
is me. Uzara, you may call me."

"Nice place you have here." I looked around at the room. Far too
garish for my taste, as far as I had a taste when it came to women's
private quarters.

"Thank you, Parag. Now, why are you here?"

"I was curious about the Dream Lily."

"Why?"

"It is a powerful drug. There is a lot of people down on the Cliff and
in the Bog that are under the influence. A lot of money is involved."
I was out on thin ice, and I knew it. If Ilina had told the Dreamers
about who Rainbow and I truly were, or the purpose of our mission,
then the game was up before it had even begun. Indeed, if it not been
the sign from Ulv to lie, then I would never have dared answer her
this boldly.

"And you want in on the money and the power?"

"Yeah, I hate plodding around in the swamp. I want up."

"How did you find this place?"

"Someone spoke."

"Who?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, but it can wait."

We both sipped at our drinks. The Agon tasted as awful as I had
feared, but I knew I would not get drunk at least. There was a kind of
challenge in her eyes when we looked at each other, but I had a
feeling that I was interviewed for a job rather than interrogated or
even seduced.

"Are you much attached to your woman?"

"I like her."

"But?"

"I do not plan to marry her."

"Good. Because you know what will happen to her?"

"No?"

"We cannot let her go back to Oganzar, not after she has seen this
place. And, well, after some time here most people tend to get
influenced by the song. You have seen the Children of Uzar?"

"The ones who shuffle around?"

"Yes..." she smiled wickedly. "Their minds are with him. It is a noble
sacrifice they are making. And we, the Dreamers, are their shepherds."

I did not tell her what I thought of that viewpoint.

"Some of us have a greater affinity with Uzar," Uzara went on. "We do
not get overwhelmed like his Children. Instead we work with him to
make his dreams come true. A society without inhibitions and
regulations, but one of love, and of life. And it seems to me that
you, my dear Parag, do no get overwhelmed by the presence of Uzar."

"Can I speak bluntly?"

"Yes..." she purred.

"You want me to join you, as a Dreamer?"

"Maybe," she saluted me with her glass.

"Grow Dream Lilies and ferry it down to Oganzar?"

"No, no!" She laughed. "No, the Children are so eager to do that. So
very eager. We, the Dreamers, we live out our dreams right here. The
Children take good care of us. They bring us only the very best of
food and drink, clothes and shoes, jewelry and trinkets. You have seen
this glorious mansion? Here we live in joy and peace. We lack
nothing. And the drudgery of maintaining the song is the task of a
devoted Minstrel."

"The music of the strange woman in the boat? What about it? I thought
you grew the Dream Lily?" I managed to keep my voice calm, but
something inside me urged me to ask that question, to know the answer!

"Ah!" she smiled. "Here is a little secret. You see, the Dream Lily is
not the influence itself. It is, well, almost like an acid. It removes
the excess thoughts of the Children's minds. Makes them ready to
received the true influence: The mind of Uzar. His mind is a blessing,
and that blessing is contained in the music the Minstrel makes."

"Huh?" I pretend to be more foolish than I was. "Pardon me for a
stupid example, but might it be possible to mix this most excellent
Agon with the essence of Dream Lily, and so create many, how shall I
put it, devoted drinkers of the liquor?"

She laughed loudly, tossing her long, pale hair. "Not a stupid example
at all! And it has been tried, and many similar things. But, you see,
the potency of Agon would have to increase thousandfold if that were
to happen. No, only the might of a Lord such as Uzar has the power to
fill up what has been removed."

"The Lord of Dreams is mighty indeed," I said solemnly.

"He is. Now, Parag, about you. I will be blunt. You have two choices.
You can stay with us, as a Dreamer, or you will have to face us all."

"But if so, then I will face you first," I smiled.

"Oh..." she purred. "Even someone as weak as me would not have any
trouble facing you right now. Not after what you have been
drinking. Try standing up, my dear Parag. Is there any strength in
your limbs?"

"No," I lied. There was nothing wrong with me, but Marilla had ensured
me I could not be poisoned.

"Good..." She rose from her chair and went over to me, stroking my
hair lightly.

I wanted to reach out and push her away, but I had to think about
Rainbow. If I did not play along she might die in that room of
entrapment.

"Now listen, my dear Parag. I will," and here I felt her hands fasten
some kind of metal restraints around my wrists, "let you stay here
tonight and think things over. Tomorrow, when your woman has become a
child of Uzar, we can speak again. But I like you, Parag. You are rude
and arrogant, and you have a strong will. You may help me create the
feelings that we need to grow mightier. For we Dreamers are ambitious,
my dear. We do not wish to restrict ourselves to this little
house. Eventually we want to make Oganzar our little paradise."

I looked down. The armrests each had a solid-looking steel band
attached to it, and they now locked my arms to the chair by some
mechanism. There was nothing to do but to play along. If I kept cool,
maybe!, I could escape somehow. Maybe!

"One of the perks of being the Uzara," she smiled evilly, "is that I
get to poke in every corner of my Dreamers' minds in peace and
quiet. And they all sit quiet where you sit, whether they want to or
not. I will go and look to you woman now, and then, when you are
asleep, I will see what kind of person you really are." With a finally
ruffling of my hair she rose and went over to the door.

            ===

But before she could put her hands on the doorknob, it burst
open. There she stood. Rainbow. Bleeding from many wounds, her
slender, graceful body now limping, her snarl showing several missing
teeth.

"Filth!" she spat. "Filth!" With a swipe of her right hand she clawed
the face of Uzara.

The priestess took a step back.

"Wooden bars in the window!" the hellcat growled. "No matter how
thick, I knew I could gnaw through them in the end! My Master! What
did you do to him? Poison? Is he dying?"

And with that she shook the wailing priestess. Uzara tried fighting
back, but with a scream of rage the hellcat struck at her with the
teeth that remained to her. Blood pumping from her throat, the Uzara
fell whimpering to the ground.

"Are you all right?" Rainbow limped over to me and stroked my hair. I
enjoyed it far more than when Uzara had done it.

"Of course," I grinned. "I am immune to her potions, you know. And
you? You look awful!"

"The hole in the barred window I made was barely large enough," she
shrugged.

"Ouch," I winced. "Now get me loose from this damn chair!"

The hellcat's expressive eyebrows arched themselves as she looked at
my restrained hands. She soon located the catches that released them,
however.

"Yes, this was also a nifty little trap," I smiled. "Be nice and I
will have one made to fit you."

She laughed despite her pains. "Why not! Seem more comfortable that
the board. But... what do we do now?"

"Now," I said, straightening up and fetching my cudgel. "Now, like two
brave knights, we flee!"

Outside in the corridor stood two agitated Dreamers dressed in
sleeping clothes, alerted by the racket made by Uzara's death. I swung
the cudgel at them, an old man and a short, fat woman, and they
retreated fearfully into a room.

We ran out, or I ran and Rainbow hobbled, pushing aside one of the
Children of Uzar who tried to stop us in the great hall. The mansion
was slowly entering a state of panic and, carrying the hellcat over
the fields in my arms, I had a feeling we might escape in the
confusion.

Their leader, the Uzara, was dead, and whether they would merely
choose a new on, or fall apart, I did not know or care. Right now I
just had to get Rainbow to safety.

            ===

Ilina lay where we had left here, still tied up, but now awake and
glaring at us. I loosened the ropes, and she sat up, rubbing her
wrists and ankles.

"You again?" she said sardonically, the evil leer of the Dream Lily in
her eyes. Or rather, it was the evil leer of the song, the mind of
Uzar. "I guess I will never get rid of you, Wolf."

"So you remember my name?"

"Yeah, that's about it. Nice ass and a silly name." That was the
Minstrel quipping, what was left of her anyway.

Rainbow laughed raucously, then said: "They are swarming like flies
down there."

"What?" That was Ilina.

"Oh, we just killed the Uzara."

"Way to go! That bloody bitch! I hated her guts. Treated me like
filth, treated us all like filth."

"Listen," I said and bent down beside her. "We are taking you with
us. The Uzara is dead, and the fields of the Dream Lily are doomed
without your music."

"W-What?"

"No more Dream Lily," I said slowly. "Ever."

A flash of fear touched her cruel face. Then she breathed
heavily. "I... I need to get well. To get away from it. Bloody
slave-flower! Damn it! Kiss me, Wolf! Kiss me! Make me feel it!"

I did, and she kissed me back with such ferocity as I had never felt
before.

When she released me she snarled. "No! I can't feel it! Not really!"

"Can you feel something, at least?" that was Rainbow.

"Yes! Something! I must... Must! No more of the damn flower!" And then
she rose, grabbing her instrument as she did so. "Wolf, please, hold
me!"

I was behind her and so let my arms encircle her waist, resting my
head on her blonde hair. I had barely time to notice that it smelled
far better now than it had in the chicken coop, but that the smell was
heavy with Dream Lily.

With a silent roar, and with tears streaming down her face, Ilina
began to play. The melody was harsh and warm, almost like a soldier's
tune, and quite different from the alien music of Uzar.

Over her head I saw the people milling about on the lawn, nine
Dreamers and about thrice as many Children of Uzar. They had seen us,
of course, but it seemed no-one wanted to charge over the fields to
attack us. I understood why when I heard the word "hellcat" being
shouted.

And so Ilina was allowed to play her music in peace. And as she did so
the early morning sun appeared, and the fog vanished. It felt dry. And
warm. Very dry, and very warm. Still Ilina played and sang with an
almost religious fervor.

The fields dried up. They did, despite that not being possible. The
water seemed to be sucked down into the ground or up into the hot, dry
air. And Ilina played. With tears in her eyes she played a music that
turned the mires of the Dream Lily into a land afflicted by
drought. It was music like she had never made before, and such as she
maybe never would make again.

Then the smoke came, and the flames. As the malicious flowers burst
into fire all around them the Dreamers and the Children fled into the
mansion. But the lawn they stood on was as damp as ever, and so was
the grass and straws encircling the fields. Only the flowers perished.

When the Dream Lilies were burnt to cinders, every last one of them,
then Ilina dropped her instrument and fell to her knees,
weeping. "Nevermore! Never! Wolf... Hold me? Forever?"

I looked at Rainbow, and she at me. We had completed our mission. But
when the influence of the Dream Lily disappeared, then the Minstrel
would enter a nightmare beyond any other. There was nothing to do but
to return to Marilla's hut as soon as may be.

            ===

The witch was tending her garden just like the previous time we had
come to her hut. And similarly I was also carrying a senseless
woman. But this time it was the Minstrel Ilina, a far heavier burden.

During our passage along the path to the harbor, and subsequent
journey down the river by boat, she had passed through stages of
despair, violence, hysteria, and now complete apathy. Her mind was,
for all purposes except existing, gone.

We brought her inside and lay her down on the bed, Marilla shaking her
head as she looked down at her. "Poor thing," she said. "You tell me
she got her revenge in the end, but what good does it do her?"

We then told the witch all about what had happened to us. She was
particularly grateful for my information of how the song of Uzar was
the key to the curse of the Dream Lily.

"I must find a way," she mused, "of capturing the essence of all that
is good in life. Love, friendship, laughter, kindness, you
know. Somehow. If it works then I think I can help some of the poor
bastards, at least."

"But not Ilina?" Rainbow and I asked simultaneously.

"No," she shook her head. "I cannot replace the mind of a God. Even if
I manage to help others, then they will never be as they were. Not
really cured. Like using a rag to plug up holes in the bottom of a
boat. But Ilina... Her ship is sunk. I think it will be better for her
if... If... Well."

            ===

And with that gloomy thought in our heads we all went to sleep.
Marilla in her bed, Ilina by the stove, and Rainbow and I in the
chicken coop.

It was still dark when I was wakened by the witch shaking my
shoulders. "Wolf! Get up! You idiot, get up!"

I rose as in a daze, and in the light of Rainbow's curious light blue
eyes I saw that Marilla was beyond excited. Her eyes were wide, and
her nostrils flared.

"What?"

"I think. No, I hope, that I can heal Ilina!"

"You can!?" the light in the hellcat's eyes intensified by an order of
magnitude, bringing an eerie blue dawn to the coop.

"Maybe!"

"How?"

"Wolf? What did you say her last words were, after she had burned the
Dream Lilies?"

"Er. Hold me forever?" I was not sure what she meant.

"Exactly!"

"What?"

"You, Wolf! You blessed little boy! You have an effect on her, and you
sure are potent!"

"I don't understand..."

"Of course you don't. You are not a sage, you are not even very
wise. But I am. And I say that we can brew a potion made from the
Lily, if that Lily has drunk your blood. A Blood Lily. That, my dear
young man, will fill up her the lost parts of her mind with yours."

"My mind?"

"Yes! If it works, then she will live again. But then she will be
completely devoted to you, instead of the song of Uzar. She will live
again: If you smile, she will feel joy, if you talk to her, she will
listen, if you are with her, she will not be alone."

"What you are saying is th-"

"What I am saying, is that you will have to carry a heavy burden. She
will be able to make music again, but only for you. She may go on
adventures, but only with you. And she will want to be loved again,
but only by you. But if you should lose her, or leave her, then she
will lose her mind."

"R-Really?" I said, my heart hammering.

"Maybe," the witch insisted. "Maybe!"

"But she is immortal. What happens when I should die?"

"Who knows? But that may be far off. Now. Will you do it?"

I looked about me. The hens in the coop were watching us
mistrustfully. Rainbow was looking intently at me, but the blue-green
glow in her eyes betrayed her.

"Oh, save her!" she exclaimed. "Being yours has never given me cause
for regret. Not often, anyway."

"But, this is deeper. This is about her soul. My mind invading her
soul."

"In order to save it," Marilla said. "You are Blessed, Wolf. That
means you are special. You may be her only chance."

I sighed, and then I nodded.


            ===

The Blood Lily was red, of course. Apart from that I could not see
much difference between it and the Dream Lily, but it did not fill me
with revulsion.

"And now I will make the potion from this," Marilla said after showing
it to us, and carried the flower into her kitchen on an arm-length's
distance. "This flower smells of you, young man. A more wholesome
smell, I admit, but I have told you before that I am not interested!"

I did not reply to her banter. With Rainbow I sat at the witch's desk,
the empty shell that was Ilina immovable at our feet. Marilla had
drained about a pint of blood from my arm to water the flower, and I
was feeling slightly woozy.

The sound of boiling water, ingredients being added, and the witch's
out-of-tune whistling made both of us fidget. The brewing seemed to go
on and on, and the Minstrel was slowly wasting away.

"I have to go out!" I said finally, when I could take it no more. I
rose, a bit unsteadily, and made my way into the pouring rain. Pacing
up and down between Marilla's herbs I tried to make time pass more
swiftly.

The rain flattened my hair, and soon all my clothes were soaked. I
looked out over the Bog of Oganzar. I did not care about that it was
one of the richest cities in the world, about its spices and perfumes
and drugs that were exported all over the world, about the wealthy
merchants down by the Cliff, and the sage-farmers up here in the Bog.

Right now, I just cared for Ilina to get well. And if she did, then I
would take her and Rainbow away from this place. We would travel the
world together! We would take on the Black Circle and the Iron Hammer
together!

The rain continued to pour down, and I watched the water flowing in
hungry streams down out of the little garden. The streams would gather
together in larger streams, and then in even larger ones, until they
flowed into the river we should have been following when we
arrived. And that river would eventually reach the sea, its waters
mixing and getting drowned in the enormity of the great big, ocean.

With my inner eye I could see the hot, angry sun that shone down on
the ever moving, salty Ocean, the myriad of steep and rocky and
fertile islands, and the great, white cities where people lived almost
on top of each other. I would go there, and so should Rainbow and
Ilina!

            ===

"Yeah, that sure is a fine piece of ass, all right!" I heard a voice
behind me say.

Turning around I saw Ilina stand there in the doorway of the hut,
leaning casually against the frame. She looked beautiful. Her dress
was crumpled, her hair was disheveled, and she had dark rings under
her eyes, but she looked beautiful all the same. The madness of her
flower-need was gone, and so was the evil I had seen up at the fields
of the Dream Lily.

Instead there was that smile, the Minstrel smile. That cheeky, ironic,
happy-go-lucky, flirting, cheery, and pure happy smile that so
naturally belonged on her face. But as she took a few bare-footed
steps towards me, I saw that her eyes were somewhat restless.

She stopped in front of me, and for a long time she just scrutinized
me with a passionate, almost frightened, intensity. Then she threw
back her head and laughed out loud.

"By the Gods! I do believe they told the truth!"

"Who?"

"Marilla and Rainbow of course. That my mind now belongs to you."

"Er. And how do you, well, feel about it?"

"Vulnerable," she smiled. "Imprisoned. Scared. Enslaved."

"Yes, but this was the only option we could se-"

"No, I am only joking," she laughed, throwing her long, blonde, wet
hair back. "I feel.. Strange. I feel... Like I want to be no other
place than right here in the rain and mud with you. Like I want to
sing and play for you every silly, soppy love song I ever knew. But
most of all I want a kiss. Finally a kiss I can feel."

            ===

When our lips finally parted she looked up at me, an impish smile on
her lips.

"This I felt. At the very bottom of my soul and being."