CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and SEVENTY
“What’s next?” Valerie asked.
“Are we ready to look at what’s next?” Delphie asked.
“I really need to know,” Jill said. “The unknowing is killing me.”
“Then read the next bit,” Delphie said.
“Okay, it goes: ‘The greatest blade will guide the smallest hand,’” Jill said. “That’s the Sword of Truth, right?”
“We should ask Nelson or his father,” Valerie said, but her concerned look seemed to say that she agreed with Jill. “They are sword experts.”
“It seems to me that there are lots of ‘great swords,’” Tanesha said. “I mean, doesn’t Evie had a blade that chops off heads? Nelson now has the sword of Jacques de Molay. Sandy has a bunch of swords at O’Malley’s house from the Polish salt mine. How can the Sword of Truth be the ‘greatest blade?’”
For all of her scoffing words, Tanesha looked as frightened as Jill. She looked at Heather.
“Tell us,” Tanesha said.
“I’m not an expert at swords,” Heather said. “Should we get one here?”
“No,” the women said in near unison.
“Not right now,” Delphie said. “This is a meeting of the women of the Castle. If your grandfather comes or even Pierre, they will alter our conversation.”
“I think it’s best for us to know what we want before we include others,” Honey said.
“I agree,” Sandy said at the same time Tanesha said, “Absolutely.”
“Why don’t you tell us what you know, Heather?” Honey asked. “You always defer to other people or other gods and goddesses. You’ve lived a long time. You have some experience with all of this.”
“Every time I hear a story about you, Hedone, it’s always about how you played some integral role in saving someone or something or a difficult situation,” Delphie said.
Cleo the cat hopped up onto the table.
“Case in point,” Delphie said.
Heather scowled and looked around. Cleo went to Heather and she put the cat onto her lap. Cleo circled once, and settled into Heather’s lap. The women turned to look at Heather.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Heather said. “Fine. What’s the question?”
“Is the ‘greatest blade’ the Sword of Truth?” Valerie asked.
“You forget the Vanquisher,” Heather said.
“What do you mean?” Jill asked. “Dad said that it was called the ‘Baby sitter’ before it got this name.”
“So were pit bulls,” Tanesha said.
Jill shot her a worried look.
“Uh,” Heather looked from Tanesha to Jill. “The Sword of Truth is a very special blade. It’s really a one of a kind. Very special.”
“What about . . .?” Jill anxiously jumped in.
“Give her a minute,” Delphie chided.
“Sorry, I’m just . . .” Jill shook her head.
“I know,” Heather said.
“We all understand,” Honey said.
“100%,” Sandy said.
“I wanted to say the prophecy in ancient Greek so that you could hear what it sounds like,” Heather said.
“Go ahead,” Delphie said.
Heather repeated the prophecy in ancient Greek. The women were silent for a long moment when she finished.
“It sounds . . .” Jill said.
“Better,” Sandy said.
“It feels like truth to me,” Valerie said.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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