..................~*~Tangled Webs Tightly Woven~*~....................
"How do you know my name?" Adam asked the lovely creature kneeling in the snow. "Aren't your knees cold?"
Gert smiled. "The snow is not cold. Do you not feel the heat from beneath you?"
Adam paused for a moment and realized the intense warmth in his feet....as though they were... held to a....
"Feet to the fire," he muttered. Gert smiled.
"Now, Adam, what did we learn?"
He looked at her, momentarily puzzled. "You're the...the old bat who nearly dumped me in the bog?" he asked. "What are you doing here?"
"I've told you, many of us watch. Adam, you have undergone many lessons in your time. Yes, Jack the Ripper. Achilles the slaughterer. Numerous
excursions into the world of excessive wealth and greed...and while in those circumstances you were not directly responsible for the deaths of anyone,
it does not change the absolute accountability you had for the perishing of children in sweat shops, workers in factories who suicided, youngsters
tortured outside diamond mines...all of it, the blood from those deaths are on your hands as well."
"Yes, I know," said Adam petulantly. "But I've told you, I was forc---"
Gert suddenly sprang to her feet. "NO!" she bellowed. "You were not forced
." She turned her back to him and crossed her arms, then
uncrossed them, ran her hands through her long black hair, took a step, then turned back and strode up to Adam. Her face was a mere three centimeters
"Adam, you have not always been a tyrant, a merciless killer. You have also been noble and just, revered and lauded. And in that lifetime, when you
were the greatest sovereign to ever rule the mundane environs of Avalon, you were betrayed. By your best friend, your trusted companion, and your
wife. The anger that you suppressed during that lifetime was what led you to the subsequent dastardly acquiescences to the Grim Reaper."
He felt a welling of resistance in his chest, but Adam knew he must now pay the fiddler for the many dances he had done. He looked into Gert's
ancient, immortal eyes...and saw Dag and Brittle. He saw Sslar as well, and the small campfire that was keeping the frigid night at bay.
"I'm not sure how to respond to that," said Dag. "He perplexes me....he seems at once confident, and yet prone to accidents. Impulsive in a
courageous way, but reckless as well. I most certainly was infatuated with him for some time, and saw him as an invincible hero, but now I must admit
that I am disappointed that he has not come for me."
"Rather like how Arthur did not man-up for Guinevere," Brittle muttered.
The two sat shoulder to shoulder, and Dag lowered her face. "Yes," she said in a half sigh, "like that. " She thought back to when she had escorted
Arthur's remains back into the mists after his mortal death. "You know, I could have left him there. As much as the two of you broke my heart; first
you, when you had shown me so much fondness, and then she
showed up and I was tossed aside. And Arthur....he had no way of knowing we were
siblings, when I was made priestess and he was the ....." She broke off.
"The what," Brittle encouraged.
Dag shook her head. "Never mind," she said. "Mordred should never have been taken to his court....my vain aunt is to thank for that."
Brittle reached for a twig and tossed it onto the fire. "Ah, of course. It was all my fault, and Arthur's, and Margause's. Yes."
"I wish I did not have to recall it," she said. "The evil that was born of our sacrificial lust should not have been allowed his first breath."
"And who allowed it?"
Dag sighed deeply. "I did. I should not have carried it to term. I should not have adopted him out of Avalon. I should not have stayed away as long
as I did."
Sslar rose from where she'd been curled up, face to the flames, and yawned as she perked her ears up toward the west.
Dag reached to stroke her big head. "Someone's coming," she said. "And these thoughts trouble me. I regret now having accessed the files. I preferred
Brittle rose and brushed off his clothes. "We've all made choices, Gia. I should not have abducted you from the lakeside."
"You are correct," she said. "And for all his faults....I want to see Arth------ he was
Arthur!" She gasped. "Well, this should be an
interesting little scenario, eh? The two of you face to face? At least thank the Goddess I was not Guinevere."
They both turned to the sound of hooves approaching, and Sslar trotted out of the firelight into the shadows. Dag stood then.
"No, you were not," said Brittle, "but will he know that? All he'll know is I stole his woman once, and now it will look as though I stole his woman
again. Perhaps it is better if I go on my own."
Dag shrugged. She no longer cared what Brittle did. "Up to you," she said, "I'm going with Sslar."
Brittle nodded and said, "Godspeed, then, Gia."
Her mare whinnied then, and Dag heard the answering call of the approaching horse as she watched Brittle face into the shadows toward the East. She
thought to call him back and offer him the provisions, the map and compass. But she did not, and instead shrugged her shoulders. "Okay then," she
said to Brittle's back, and turned back toward the West.
Ben had arrived. He slid down from the saddle and she went to him, glad of the friendly face and embrace.
"Where's your pal, then, li'l lady?" he asked as he gently unwound her lovely arms from his midsection. Wasn't fitting for him to allow the
amplification of the very U-Man response she elicited.
Dag waved toward the path that Brittle had taken. "On his way to his destiny, I guess," she said. "Not my problem."
"Oh, but it is, darlin', it very much is," said Ben. "C'mon, grab your gear and shinny on up there. We'll hang back if you want, but we gotta track
the boy...he don't git ta whar he's a-goin', we're all
in a heap o' horse hockey."
Back in the Naica Cave on Yydryl, Adam watched this scene unfold in Gert's eyes.
"Those are my children," she said to Adam. "You were fathered by Uther Pendragon when I was known as the Queen Igraine. She was fathered by Gorlois."
She was glad he could not read the deception in her eyes. It was imperative for him to believe she had borne Lancelot, just like the other two
"And he is your brother."
Adam drew his hand across his face. "I'm confused," he said.
"Never mind that," said Gert. "You must see to it that he makes amends, which means he must make it to Fairy Stone Mountain. You will escort him from
there, to Avalon. And then there will be a comeuppance the likes of which the Earth has not seen in some time. Now go, back to the gates and through
"And then what?" asked Adam.
Gert smile wryly. "You'll have to figure that out for yourself."
After Adam had taken his leave, Merlin and the Splitter rejoined Gert. Merlin smiled. "Well done, my dear. Very well done indeed."
"You think he bought it?" asked Gert
"Apparently. Now as long as he doesn't disc--- well, as long as all
of them stay deceived and believe Lancelot was your son, we shall have
quite a show for the others."
"The ultimate payback for Viviane," said Gert.
"My dear, you forget the real end we seek. The playing out of this entire ruse is to get the sword back where it belongs, and Avalon free of the
mists. Viviane is dead. It is her son Lancelot who must be put in his place. If only our hero here can do that, all will be well."
The Splitter stood next to the ancient wizard and smiled. "Sorry for the mixup back there at Tall Tower," he said.
Merlin looked at him sternly. "A little late for 'sorry', isn't it?"
The Splitter was unfazed. "So write me up," he shrugged. "But you can't fire me, and you know it." He turned and left Merlin and Gert standing in the
"Oh, I'll write you up, old boy, I'll write you up," said Merlin. "All in good time."
Gert giggled. "Come now, we are late for our appointment with that shrew Pandora."
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