Kim Harrison - Hotter Than Hell

The atmosphere grew even more tense. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Soon a large band of Saxon warriors appeared on the crest of the hill. They saw the Britons waiting for them and drew to a halt. More of the invaders came up behind them, and more, until there was an army of several hundred fierce barbarians looking down upon the several dozen not-quite-so-fierce barbarians below. The Saxons formed into a long line that stretched out along the top of the hill, but since they held the high ground they didn’t seem to be in any hurry to rush the people below.

Which was what Bern had counted on.

A line of claymore mines had been set right where the Saxons were now standing. When the mines went off there was indeed fire bursting up toward the sky. And screaming, and blood, and flying body parts.

What was left of the Saxon invaders turned to flee, but that could not be allowed. Bern’s team and the other half of the British force came out of hiding in the woods on the far side of the hill and drove the remainder of the Saxons down the hill onto the swords of those waiting for them.

The reality was so much worse than her vision, but she never doubted the necessity of this battle. Ginger watched the carnage long enough to be assured that everything was going to turn out as planned. There would be a victory here today at Camlan Hill. Legend would speak of magic making the very soil of Britain gape wide to send the enemy to the fires of hell.

Only witnessing it upset her more than she realized, because she got lost in the thick woods making her way back to the spring. By the time she found her way to the rendezvous point it had started to rain. Bern and the team were waiting for her. They’d brought horses with them.

“You scared me half mad, woman!” Bern stopped pacing and pulled her roughly to him by the elbows. “Where have you been?”

She was so happy to see him that she kissed him. She began to cry with relief, and was glad to have the rain to cover this excess of emotion.

Except she knew it didn’t work when he kissed her cheeks and said, “You taste salty.”

“And you smell sweaty,” she said. “Let’s get out of here.”

He kept his arms around her when she would have gone for her pack. “But where do we go from here?” He glanced toward Percy.

The subject had been under discussion for days. The problem with this area was an overabundance of sites where energy concentrated. Ginger had stayed out of it, because she didn’t want to be dismissed out of hand as a total loon. Now she had to speak up. She had the answer they needed.

“We need to go to the Isle of Apples,” she told them.

“Where’s that?” Bern asked.

Gareth laughed. “So, I’m not the only one who’s seen the parallels.”

Kaye nodded thoughtfully.

Maybe she should have spoken up sooner.

Percy pulled a handheld computer out of a leather pouch on his belt. He checked a map screen and then frowned at her. “I’ve worked out the search grid very carefully. There’s no reason to deviate from—”

“Where is this Apple Island?” Bern asked.

“Isle of Apples,” Ginger corrected. She cleared her throat, took a deep breath, and made herself publicly say, “Avalon.”

“Oh, for crying out loud!” Percy yelled in disgust.

She didn’t blame him. “I admit it might seem a little farfetched.”

“A little?” He sneered “Living among these people has made you as superstitious as they are. You’ve come to accept their mythology as—”

“It’s not one of the local myths,” Gareth spoke. “Not yet, anyway. It is one of our myths. Following it might lead us home.”

“Gambling on what might happen is not a scientific or logical basis for finding the correct nexus,” Percy argued.

Bern rubbed his jaw and chuckled. “Might doesn’t always make right. I just remembered where that came from. But where is Avalon? Hasn’t that always been a mystery?”

“It doesn’t exist. You’re not going along with this, are you, Colonel?” Percy demanded. He pointed accusingly at Ginger. “Why? Because she’s good in bed?”

Ginger was rather pleased that several team members stepped forward, but Bern got to Percy first, and punched him in the jaw. Percy hit the wet ground, and was wise enough to stay down. He sat in the mud, rubbed his jaw, and kept his mouth shut.

“So, where do we go?” Bern asked her.

“Tradition points to Glastonbury,” she answered.

“There’s a nexus on top of that big hill that’s there?” he asked.

She shook her head, and glanced at Percy. “Not on top of the tor, right?” He grimaced, but nodded. “There’s a sacred spring called Chalice Well at the foot of Glastonbury Tor. I think that’s where we have to go.”

“Let’s do it. Mount up,” Bern ordered the team. “We need to get out of here before the locals come looking for us so they can throw a feast in our honor.”

As the men moved to mount their animals, he snatched Ginger around the waist and put her up on the horse in front of him. She snuggled back against him, and he wrapped his cape around both of them. In this warm, intimate position he leaned forward to whisper, “Being like this with you almost makes me like riding a horse.”

She tilted her head against his shoulder, determined to draw every bit of nearness to him she could in the time they had left. “Then let’s enjoy the ride.”

“I don’t believe it,” Percy said. He double-checked his equipment as the water of the Glastonbury spring bubbled up at his feet. Then he gave Ginger a sour look. “She’s right.”

“The energy reading is right?” Kaye asked.

“It’s off the scale,” Percy answered.

“Enough to take all of us home?” Owen asked.

“Jump in and find out,” Percy invited. He glanced around the green and lovely glade. “Before the priestesses we chased off come back.”

“With an angry mob,” Kaye added.

If at all possible, TTP operatives were supposed to appear and vanish without any witnesses around. Scaring the locals with the sound and light show that accompanied time travel was considered not only impolite, but possibly dangerous to the primary timeline TTP visits wove in and out of. And the problem with places like sacred springs as nexus points was that they tended to be occupied with priests and pilgrims and such like. So, Bern had had his people approach this one with swords drawn and chase everyone away. Percy was right about their not having much time for goodbyes.

“Form up into teams,” he said. He took Ginger’s hand before she could join the people she’d traveled with into the past. He drew her away from the spring and tilted her chin up with his fingers. “You are so beautiful,” he told her.

“In a pale, freckled sort of way,” she answered. She tried to sound light, but her voice came out tight and strained.

“I’ll miss you, Dr. Virginia White.” Words couldn’t begin to describe what having to separate was doing to him.

“Have I thanked you for rescuing me yet?” she asked. She gave him a brief, hard embrace. “It’s been a pleasure knowing you, Colonel Andrew Bern.”

He kissed her then. It was fierce and quick, and not enough. He ran the back of his hand across her cheek. “Hey, we made history.”

“Or something like it.”

He nodded, and his throat was too tight for him to manage to say more than, “Go.”

She gave him a sad smile, and went over to join Kaye and Owen who were already standing in the spring’s shallow pool. They each placed their left thumbs over the inside of their right wrists. Ginger’s gaze didn’t leave his.

“On my mark,” Kaye said. “Activate.”

Everyone pressed down hard on the retrieval implant.