been seen for a very
long time, and her appearance disturbed many people."
Her heartbeat jumped up
with excitement at the mention of a sorceress. Eyes widening, she leaned
forward.
"A real witch?"
What did she look like?"
Kylor chuckled and raised
her eyebrows, probably entertained by her spontaneous reaction.
"I never laid eyes
on her."
A vague disappointment
grazing her stomach, she gestured to her guardian to go on.
"Melisande claimed
the flying rocks were a warning from the creators. She foretold that eighteen
years would pass before endless night plagued the land and killed all source of
life. As it was bound to happen, her prediction struck terror into many
souls."
Kylor took some kind of
object shaped like a V from her haversack, and cracked a few nuts before
continuing.
"The witch also said
that the terrible downfall could be prevented if a human sacrifice was offered
to the mighty gods. The queen and her counselors wouldn’t hear of it, but it was
too late. People already believed they were going to die. To prove them right,
Melisande abducted a newborn."
"Oh, dear spirits."
Throat dry, she dropped
the hand holding nuts and winced at the intensity of her companion's tone.
"The witch marked
the baby girl and cursed her. She was to stay a maiden until the exact day of her
eighteenth spring. In order to stay pure, the girl wouldn't see nor hear—"
At this point of the
story, Kylor reached for her knee, seemingly looking for the right word.
"Nor hear women with
cocks."
She couldn’t imagine
enormous rocks falling from the skies, or baseless predictions. Although this
incredible event had taken place, she didn’t deem it as divine wrath. The
mighty gods had given them life in the first place and they wouldn’t waste
their time eradicating their own creatures. The idea just came across as being
senseless and ridiculous.
On the other hand, the
witch had obviously derived an advantage from a natural disaster. Her personal
profit had led to her blindness and deafness regarding women with cocks between
their legs.
"Does it mean there
are women I can't see?"
Letting go of her knee,
Kylor smiled while she filled the empty goblet with fresh water.
"Yes, a lot of them,
and they can't see you either."
She was instantly
reminded of the invisible weight attacking her back at the farm, trying to
strangle her. Kylor hadn't been pummeling the ground after all but saving her
life.
The assailant probably
had a difficult time locating her. Deprived of the usual means to spy on
someone, that woman with an extra body part in her buckskins must have
established her presence and pinpointed her position thanks to the bucket
beside her. Which explained many things, yet still left unresolved the matter
of Kylor's ability.
"Why can you? You
belong to the other kind of women, so you shouldn't be able to see me."
"True. There is a
reason, but it isn't mine to divulge. I believe you'll know soon enough
though."
She'd have to bide her
time once more before finding out everything about her past and the people
involved in it.
"I don't like your
story much. It's frightening."
"I know, Anya, but
you must hear it."
Her protector was right,
of course. She might have tarried, but something in her kicked, stronger than
her fear. The need to know pushed her, tempted her to ask about everything she
didn’t understand.
"What's a
maiden?"
"To explain it to
you, I need to use words you won't hear, so just listen to me for now. The
witch Melisande took the baby girl to her lair. She intended to raise her until
the day . . . ."
Kylor gripped the hilt of
her sword, her face a mask of coldness as she fought to continue.
"Until the day where
she'd be put to death to appease the gods."
That horrible sorceress
must have been out of her mind. Shaken by the ominous words, she whispered.
"Am I that baby
girl?"
"You are."
"It can't be."
The idea of her dear
mother as an instrument of evil was revolting, causing Anya’s stomach to