CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and SEVENTY
“Uh.” Jill looked to her phone again. She said, “It does say something about ‘the smallest blade.’”
“That could be anything,” Delphie said. She held her hand up with her fingers together. “This is called a blade sometimes.”
“It also fits the Vanquisher,” Honey said.
“There are lots of smaller blades,” Delphie said. “I’m sure Nelson would have a lot to say about blades, knives, small swords, and everything in between.”
“I don’t think we can think that it fits the Vanquisher,” Delphie said. “That said, I agree with Heather. I think the prophecy is referring to the Vanquisher.”
“There’s more,” Jill said.
“Go ahead,” Delphie said.
“The finest cut will change the fate of those strive for powerful and greatness,” Jill read from her phone.
“No idea,” Heather said.
The other women just shrugged.
“Do we think that’s the Templars?” Delphie asked.
“It seems to me that they only care about riches,” Valerie said.
“And raping people,” Sandy said.
“Power and greatness?” Delphie asked. She thought for a moment and shook her head. “Could be anything, honestly.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
“Hey,” Sandy said. “I have to go.”
She leaned to the side to show Holmes Olivas, U.S. Army Captain Troy Olivas’ eldest son, was standing just behind her.
“He’s early,” Sandy said.
“I can wait,” Holmes said.
“We’re done, basically,” Sandy said.
“Hi everybody,” Holmes said with a wave.
“Hi Holmes!” Everyone waved to the young man.
“We’ll talk more,” Sandy said. She waved and was gone.
“So what do we think?” Delphie asked the women at the table.
“I think we’re talking about Katy and her knife,” Jill said.
No one said anything for a long moment. Finally, Delphie sighed.
“Yes, I think we have to assume that it’s about Katy,” Delphie said.
“But we can’t rule out that it’s not about both Katy and Paddie,” Heather said.
“For some reason, that feels right to me as well,” Honey said. “I think we have to talk to both children.”
“If both children, then both swords,” Valerie said.
“We need to keep a watch over both children,” Heather said with a nod.
“More than they already have?” Jill asked. “Hecate is watching their ‘energy’ — whatever that is. Cleo’s sister. . .”
“Leto,” Heather said.
“Her,” Jill said. “She’s the principal at the school. Because of Covid, they only go to school and home again. They are watched all the time.”
“And still they manage to have ‘adventures,’” Delphie said.
“What am I going to do?” Jill asked.
“I wondered. . .” Delphie looked up at Jill. “I don’t mean to put you on the spot, but I think there’s a question here.”
“Anything,” Jill said.
“Why are you so insistent that Katy is just a child?” Delphie asked. “That she is not special, heroic, or even mythological?”
“Because she’s a child!” Jill said.
No one said anything for a long moment. Tanesha gave Jill a soft look and then turned to Delphie.
“When Katy was a baby, she showed signs of being extraordinary,” Tanesha said. “We talked about what do to about it. Should we send her somewhere to be tested? Was there something medically wrong with her?”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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