Silk and Steel
Happy Friday folks! I made it in after all – I hope you have had an absolutely fabulous week and that the weekend brings treasures and joys un-looked for! 😀
We’re leaving Spyro to have his bath and sober up now and following Ros to The Groves…
“I brought a present for you.” Ros held her hands behind her back and her eyes danced with almost child-like excitement as she entered the little solarium at 16 Holles Street, The Groves.
Betithna threw down the poetry book she was reading and ran to her at once, “Oh what is it? Don’t tease me, let me have it at once!”
“Close your eyes then and hold out your hands.”
“Hands? Both of them? So it is something big…” Betithna did as instructed, bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet as she did so, her enthusiastic grin lighting her face like the sun which streamed through the tall glass windows.
Ros smiled and gently pressed the cool orb of the large, red skinned fruit into her hands, closing her fingers over its smooth dome.
Betithna opened her eyes and looked at it in awe, “is… is this a fruit? Fruit doesn’t grow here in Ryzym…”
“This didn’t come from Ryzym!”
Ros’s grin was as wide as Betithna’s “it’s a pomegranate, all the way from Pav’shmah Beti! And not only these but they can grow figs there as well! Imagine liqueur made with fig and not mu’lai sap!”
Betithna caressed the tender rise of the pomegranate’s curvaceous form, cradled reverently in her palms. “How?” she whispered, her voice suddenly softening with repressed emotion, “How, when everything else is dead?”
“Not everything is dead,” Ros’s voice was the rich fire of tzujka as their eyes met and she took the fruit, penetrating its blushing flesh with her thumb nail, letting its myriad of seeds bloom scarlet between her fingers as it opened. “When we have completed the trade deals, when Beufort and Mendicci are nothing more than a bad memory, you and I and Elaina and Ziga will board one of your beautiful skyships and we’ll remember what it was to live again.”
She pressed half the fruit into Beti’s palm. “Things will be different in Pav’shma, and we will have the money and the freedom, the independence to be who we truly want to be, not what circumstance and survival dictate.”
“Together.” Betithna nodded and tried to brush away the tears that slipped silently down her cheeks. “It is becoming so I can barely stand another day of it. I know it is for the best, but the effects of the drug are so powerful on him… I’m scared Ros, I am scared that if we have to wait much longer we may push him too far…”
“I understand, I truly do, but this is the only way for us to achieve what we’ve dreamed of for so long. The drug only exacerbates what was already there both in his mind and his behaviour- the paranoia, the violence…” She clasped Beti’s arm, “you deserve so much better than this. We both do, our children do. It is only for a few more days, a week perhaps at the most, then the contracts will be signed and you can give him the final dose.”
“But I am terrified, the effect it has on him is already so extreme, I am afraid for Elaina… for myself…he becomes like an animal, deranged…”
“Then give it to him and get out. Get straight out of here do not wait to see the effects, Beti, go straight to Agathri and she will have the Colonel call the asylum as we planned. Suggest to Elaina that she go out with Arden, she will not even be in the house then and you will have nothing to worry about.”
Beti smiled and blinked away her tears, still cradling the precious fruit in her hand. “You make it sound so simple, I wish I had your courage and resolve,”
“It is simple. And soon we won’t need either of those things anymore. Once Beufort is locked up and out of the way the shipping company will automatically revert to your ownership. I will take care of Mendicci once everything is in place and then all we need do is delegate the business side of things to trustworthy employees here in Ryzym, and the world will be at our feet!”
“Pav’shma!” Beti’s eyes shone once more with excitement.
“If we like! Or Lycandrus or Khallimbadd or anywhere the wind will take us!” she laughed.
Beti laughed too. “And we’ll eat pomegranates all day long!” She poked at the profusion of seeds – each an uncut jewel promising the unknown. “How do you eat it? Do you take the seeds out first?”
Ros stared at her for a second and then laughed out loud and shook her head, “I have absolutely no idea!” she confessed, “I suppose that is part of the adventure!”