Stephen Lawhead - Taliesin

“A rib has broken just here,” explained Lile, touching the place on her own back where the injury was.

“A broken rib?”

“Very painful. What is more, a piece of the bone is pressing on the life cord which runs through the spine to the brain. More painful still, and no amount of rest will ever heal it.”

“I rested before and recovered.”

“And here you are, hurt again.”

“What do you propose with your jars and ointments?” asked Charis.

“The ointment is for your swollen cheek. As for the other, I propose to take out the sliver of bone so that you will heal properly.”

“Chirurgia? I will not allow it. I am not that badly hurt.”

“Not now perhaps, though there is the pain. But if you leave it, there is always the chance that the bone sliver will shift and penetrate an organ-the damage will be much worse.”

“The Magi”

“The Magi refuse to accept ideas they themselves do not originate. Besides, I have stone tools as fine as anything made of metal. Stone can be consecrated; its energy for healing is strong and long-lasting.”

Charis gazed at the extraordinary woman. Lile gave the impression of being small and dark, though she was nearly as tall as Charis; her dusky aspect derived from huge dark eyes which dominated her features and from the long dark hair which glistened with a satiny sheen. Although her skin was light as alabaster, there was nevertheless a hint of something darker beneath the delicate surface-as if a richer, swarthier blood flowed in her veins. She was slender and graceful in her movements, but the grace had a studied feel, as if her every movement were consciously contrived.

“Why do you care?” asked Charis. “About me, I mean.”

“I have told you,” Lile answered simply.

“Out of devotion to Mithras?”

“That, yes, and because you are my husband’s daughter and the head of this house while he is indisposed.”

“I see.”

Lile looked at her frankly with her large dark eyes. “We are sisters, Charis. There is no need for us to be enemies. I mean you no harm and whether you Believe it or not, I respect your father very much. I use my art to make him comfortable and” She hesitated and then said, “To help him regain his health.”

Charis was certain she had been about to say something else. She replied, “As you have spoken plainly, I will as well. I do not trust you, Lile. I do not know what you want. Whatever it is, you have achieved it by getting my father to marry you. Until I know more about you and your ambitions I will remain wary of you.”

“You express yourself well, Princess Charis. I understand.” The woman rose slowly and retrieved the medicine tray. She paused at the doorway and said, “Do what you will about the chirurgia. If you change your mind, I stand ready to serve you.”

The next day Annubi came to see her, and Charis told him about her conversation with Lile. The king’s advisor listened and the frown on his face deepened as Charis went on, until he raised his hands in horror and cried, “Enough! I will not hear more!”

The violence of his reaction surprised her; she had expected concern but not outright anger. “Annubi, why? What have I said to disturb you so?”

“Everything- it is lies. All lies!”

“But there must be a grain of truth in what she said. The Magi attending the king would not have summoned her if there was no need. If she did rescue my father from the grave, I can understand his dependence upon her now.”

“Fate favored her with an opportunity, no doubt. But she has made the most of it. She has twisted this whole unfortunate incident to her design. This Phrygian slave- did she tell you his name?”

Charis thought for a moment. “Tothmos… Yes, Toth-mos, that was it.”

“You see? Her father’s name was Tothmos. He was the Phrygian – a sailor no doubt. Her mother was probably gut-terborn and took to her bed the first man who would look at her.”

“She never mentioned her mother,” mused Charis.

“The unhappy harlot opened her veins at first opportunity, I suppose.”

“But her art – the healing, chirurgia, Mithras? She appeared so adept. She explained my injury to me perfectly, yet never laid a finger on me.”

“I am certain she has some minor skill- what with her stone instruments and all. The religion of Mithras and Isis is very old and was at one time very powerful.”

“Was?”

“It died out thousands of years ago.”

“Then how” began Charis.

“It has been revived- as a cult. It is currently much in vogue in some parts of the world, I am told. As her father was a sailor, it is not difficult to imagine that he would have encountered it on some voyage or other.”

“She seemed to know so much about medicine,” Charis countered doubtfully. She too had begun to frown.

“I do not deny she has a gift. But there are many gods who would bestow such a gift, Charis. And not all of them for the benefit of man.”

“Meaning?”

“If her skill is as great as she claims, why does the king not improve? It has been three years!”

“I was almost taken in by her. She nearly convinced me.”

“Ah, yes, that is part of her art as well. Listen long enough and you can no longer recognize the truth.”

“Annubi, what are we going to do?”

The seer sighed and spread his hands. “There is nothing we can do, Charis. It is hopeless. If Kian were here perhaps”

Charis pushed back the bedclothes. “Kian will not come.”

“Here, lie back. What are you doing?”

With difficulty Charis swung her legs to the edge of the bed. “Kian told me that he and Belyn were meeting in a day’s time at a bridge somewhere on the border between our two lands-Herakli, he said. I don’t know where it is, but I must be there. You will help me, Annubi.”

“You cannot ride.”

“Then you must make it so that I can. Bind me tightly and give me something for the pain.”

“Rest, Charis. There is nothing you can do there.”

She pulled herself to the edge of the bed, pain twisting her features. “I will not stay a moment longer in this house of death and deceit,” she said through clenched teeth. “They will listen to me; I will make them listen to me this time. You Believe what Throm has said”

When he made no answer she asked, “Do you deny what you said before?”

“I deny nothing,” Annubi said quietly.

“Then why do you look at me like that?”

“Your mother, the queen, Believed it too. Do you remember the Great Council?” She nodded. “Briseis kept me busy all the time we were in Poseidonis-searching through records, divining star signs, consulting other seers.”

“What were you looking for?”

“Signs, evidence, information-anything that would prove that what Throm predicted was true.”

“And did you find it?”

“No,” Annubi admitted. “I did not-because I spent all my time looking into another matter.”

“Which was?”

“Your mother’s death.”

Charis shook her head. “Why?”

“Briseis Believed-largely because of the starfall-though she had sensed it well before that. She had some small ability of her own. So I consulted the Magi on her behalf. The signs were conclusive: a royal death was imminent. She guessed she did not have long to live, although I think she never saw what form her death would take. That, at least, was spared her. Still, when the High King was killed, we hoped briefly that the betokened royal death had been his and that she was saved.”

Charis reflected for a long moment. The events Annubi described might have happened centuries ago, so much had changed for Charis since her mother was killed. But all at once the grief of those last days came rushing back with an intensity that blinded her. It was some time before Charis could speak. “I never knew,” she said.