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Date Posted: 22:47:15 11/30/99 Tue
Author: Lady D
Subject: Janora and Arelle

Papa took me home, undressed me and tucked me into bed. My mother called to him from the next room. He propped up my pillow, put his hand on my face and left to see what she wanted.

Soon after there was a faint knock on my door as it began to open. Papa stuck his head in and said, “Arelle, you have a visitor. ‘Tis Janora, we had put word out to have her come bring her bag of herbs and oils to help make you well. She has said that it is not the reason she comes. Will you have her?” I pulled my covers up to my neck, shifted my body to sit upright and motioned that I would receive her.

The door opened wide and Janora stepped out of the shadows. She was looking more haggard than usual and appeared weary. She walked in and looked about my room. Her eyes resting on the wooden chest at the foot of my bed. She took a seat at my dressing table and said, “There be rumors in the village that the bairn ye carried was Morticane’s heir.” She looked about the room, then locked upon my gaze.

“Janora” I began, “Unwise is the soul who seeks to tell an untruth to thee. These words I speak mustn’t leave these walls” I searched her eyes. “ ‘Twas Autumn when Belamore first come here. I knew him to be a dreadfully wounded soldier of the king’s army. My father took my room to care for him. He told me to stay out of my wooden chest, for it held all Belamore’s personal belongings. I heard my papa say he would not live to see the spring. I felt such agony for this broken man. My father ask me to help dress his wounds, we tried to make him comfortable. I was just a woman-child and did not know of such horrors, but stayed at Balamore’s side praying. The months went by, spring came and with it the awakening of Belamore. I would read to him till he fell asleep while my father was in his workshop making a leg for Belamore. One day I looked into my wooden chest when Belamore had fallen asleep after on of my stories. I found his royal rings and his king’s cloak. You see Janora, I have known for many years about Belamore’s true identity. I have not spoken of this to anyone till now.”

Janora leaned towards me, “Does Belamore know of this?” she said warily.

“He knows not Janora” I said flatly. “One night I came to the stable to get Pax and saw Belamore lying on the haystack. He was sobbing and drunk. I could not stand to see him suffering, I saw it equaled mine. I could not bring myself to tell him of my true feelings. But felt compelled to ease his pain in some way. I walked over to him and called his name. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down onto the hay. He said my name over and over again confessing his love for me. That was the night I conceived his child. The next day I looked for him and could not find him. It was weeks later that I came upon him in the stable. He had his back to me as I called out to him. His greeting was a casual one, as if he didn’t know we had been intimate. I knew then he had not memory of our night together. It pained me. My belly grew with the child, as did my love for the bairn”.

Janora got up from the chair and walked to my bed. She took out her bag and took herbs and oils from it. She administered to my wounds and wiped the tears that grew large from my eyes.

“Woman” Janora said in a low tone, “I have come here in need of your help”……

Continued……

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