People from the City always came to Spring Jubilee. Last year seems like yesterday. It was the last time we saw Threse.
“Miguel!” I heard a familiar voice call across the
meadow. She was walking with Priscilla.
“Therese, it’s always good to see you!” I said.
“Aren’t you going to ask ‘when did you get here,
Therese?’”
“How’s the City?” I asked.
“You heard about the Ephor? The World Prime Ephor, who
was also the Ephor of Canadi, was well, met his end?” she asked. “Of course you
have. The under-citizens are speculating
that he was assassinated but, of course, it that doesn’t come across on any of
the IDE-Walls.”
“Newspapers?” Priscilla asked.
“Of course, but only the under-citizens really take them
seriously. To your everyday City folk
it’s just fun gossip.”
There was silence between all three of us.
“I never can get a handle on the real world when I live
in the City, Miguel. Here seems so far
away,” she paused. “Does Ricci have anything to do with it?”
“Ricci,” I sighed.
“Since he was the Lieutenant Ephor he’s in a good position to be Ephor
of Canadi.”
“Ephor of Afriarbe is Prime Ephor now. I hear he’s a friend of the Diofe?”
“Yes,” said Miguel.
“He should be here for Spring Jubiliee.”
“When’s the last time we had a friend of the Diofe as an
Ephor of one of the Pantaganents much less, World Prime Ephor?”
“It’s been a long, long time,” I sighed.
“How old are Arous and Edlawit now?”
“Ten and eleven,” said Priscilla. “And you won’t believe it but they are
putting on a show for the Jubilee.”
“Really?” Therese asked.
“They’ve written it and are performing it themselves.”
“I’ve heard Arous is a pretty good Skin-Dancer,” said
Therese.
“Yes. She’s telling most of the story with the help of a
couple other Skin-Dancers we know.”
“Efavah and Mekko?” Therese asked.
“Yes! Two of the
best in the world.”
“So good they were forced underground,” I said. “They
were so good a telling stories people hated them.”
“I see them about once a week or so. They help support the mission in the City.
Some nights I have them come in and storytell.”
“Be careful, Therese,” said Priscilla.
“I know, I know,” said Therese, then changing the subject. “I’ve seen Arous’ mother. She’s very popular on the IDE-Walls. She was one of the runners up to be the late
Ephor’s Idelle. Instead, she’s Lueitenent
Ephor Ricci’s Idelle.”
“That was no accident, I’m sure,” I said. “Nothing with Ricci is an accident.”
“He’s a slippery one I’ll give you that. And the people of the City love him,” said
Therese. “And Arous, does Ricci know she Skin-Dances?”
“Yes,” I said. “He found out when she was a small child.”
“How long before she and Edlawit -”
“How much do you know?” I asked. I was surprised.
“Enough to know, I’ll see Arous in the City. I don’t know when.”
“It’s a few years yet.
Even I don’t know when.”
“She leaves the path,” Therese sigh. “Is it for sure? I
know with your mind-sight sometimes the future is mutable.”
I put my arm around Priscilla and pulled her close to me.
“There are a few other things that must happen first.”
There was the blast of a ram’s horn.
“It’s time for the show,” Priscilla said jumping up and
clasping her hands together.
“Ladies,” I said. “It would be my pleasure if you would accompany
me to the theatre.”