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Chapter Six Hundred and Seventy - The women of Castle meet (part four)

CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and SEVENTY

(part four)

“I thought it might help to hear what it would have sounded like,” Heather said. “It’s not a threat or a worry. It’s just something that is true and something that will resolve itself without anyone remembering it happened.”

“Is she right?” Jill asked.

“That’s a way to think about it,” Delphie said with a nod. “I’d agree. There’s nothing to worry over here.”

“It’s my daughter,” Jill said. “My little girl! How can you . . .?”

Heather put her hand over Jill’s hand. Jill looked up into her face.

“We all love Katy, and you,” Heather said. “We’re here to figure out what this means, but more than that — we want to know how we can help.”

“Help?” Jill asked.

“Of course,” Honey said.

Jill looked from face to face to see these amazing woman nodding. Her eyes lingered on Tanesha.

“I’ll kill the person who hurts my Katy,” Tanesha said with her characteristic fierceness.

“Thanks,” Jill said meekly.

“Heather?” Delphie asked.

“Right,” Heather said. “It’s hard to explain. First, of course, you’re right. There are a lot of great swords. Some hold special powers. We’ve seen some of those from the Polish mine. You remember that sword that Blane took that absolved everyone of responsibility? That’s certainly special.”

Everyone nodded.

“Some blade are made out of special things,” Heather said. “Nelson found amber at the core of Jacques de Molay’s blade. There are even a few that have divine purposes.”

“Archangel Michael is supposed to have swords,” Honey said. When the women looked at her, she shrugged, “Catholic school.”

“We went to Catholic school,” Sandy said. “I don’t think any of us remember that.”

Tanesha, Jill, and Heather shook their heads.

“Did we learn about swords?” Heather asked.

“Did we care?” Tanesha said.

They laughed. After a few minutes, the women turned to look at Heather.

“So, yes, Michael is said to have his own special blades,” Heather said. “As does Lucifer.”

“You seem to be avoiding saying something,” Delphie said.

“I’m trying to give context,” Heather said. “I think it’s hard to see that the Sword of Truth and the Vanquisher are special blades when they are the first special blades that you’ve seen or know about.”

“You think this prophecy is referring to the Sword of Truth,” Jill said.

“Actually . . .” Heather sighed. “The Vanquisher is technically a knife for someone your Dad’s size. You’ll notice that the prophecy actually doesn’t refer to a ‘sword’ but rather a ‘blade.’”

“You think that it’s the Vanquisher?” Delphie asked.

“I think it’s referring to the Vanquisher,” Heather said. “If not the Vanquisher, then, and only then, is it about the Sword of Truth. It’s hard to understand because we all know your father as, well, your father. He says that the Vanquisher isn’t what it’s thought to be. But it’s thought to be a threat to survival on the entire planet! I asked him about this very thing and he told me that the sword is only as dangerous as her owner.”

“Infuriating man,” Delphie said.

“Mmm.” Heather nodded. “Can you say the last of it?”

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...

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