12.
Gareth shook his head when
asked by Clare as he then called her. She had been insistence on knowing what
happened to him but he could not recall much. It was like waking up from a
dream and then has no recollection of it.
"There were glimpses of
my village, and then....nothing." Gareth told her. "I could not
remember much."
Clare looked at him. She knew
he was confused and whatever happened in there had affected him. She had him
brought to the house and left there to rest. Unknown to her, Michael had run
off to fetch the old wolf in the forest. The old wolf arrived not in the form
of the creature but of Man. The figure that appeared at the doorway of the
house was a young man dressed in the leather of the forest creatures and had a
head piece with the wolf emblem.
"Master of the
Wolf." Clare addressed the master who had stepped in. He did not
acknowledge her, but approached Gareth.
"You been bewitched. You
were cursed by her, who is her kins." The master told Gareth.
"You meant Lady Morgana.
My own grandmother. The witch." Clare could not hold herself back. "I
would have her hunted and ....removed."
"No, my child." The
master replied. "Your fate and hers are interlinked. Your existence is an
extension of hers'."
Clare looked at the Master.
He then continued on.
"When she dies, her evil
passed to you." That was all the Master said and then he looked back at
Gareth. He leaned over and whispered to his ears.
"So are yours." The
Master told Gareth. "You are her anchor to the goodness in her. If you are
removed, she would be her other self. Keep this to yourself."
With that the Master walked
out of the house and disappeared into the forest. Clare approached Gareth and
asked him.
"What did the Master
told you?"
"He told me to protect
you. At all times."
"That's it?" Clare
asked back. "He must have spoken more."
"Nay, he did not."
Gareth replied back. "I am asked to protect you. With my life if need be.
I would taste and walked before you."
Clare to him and smiled.
"Walk with me, never in
front or behind me." Clare leaned over and kissed him. "I think I
love you."
Gareth smiled. He never told
her of love, and wondered how she knew what love was but she was ecstatic in
her moves. Soon he pulled himself from her arms and got up from the bedding. He
felt every ache in his body; scratches from her nails, and the intense grips
from her hands. He reached for his clothes and hastily put them on. He walked
to the table to get a drink and passed by the window. He looked out and saw the
wolf hunched outside on the porch. He opened the door and walked out. The wolf
raised it head and then growled.
"Michael, for whatever
it means to you, I do love her. Well, I think I do. And she does of me."
Gareth told the wolf. The wolf growled back at Gareth.
It was then; Clare appeared
at the doorway, naked and springing on her toes.
"Well, he isn’t going to
tell Michael." Clare told him while holding her arms out. "I am also
feeling cold. Come on back, Gareth of Steinheim."
Gareth looked back at the
wolf. Damned, they all looked alike.
The
sacrifice
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