11 Perpatima, 3027
Anatoray Military Academy

Alex Row’s Quarters
0800 Hours

Alex relaxed in the upper-most hot spring at Jiguzagu, his head resting on the grassy edge. Steam rose from the water, and he breathed in the chilly, moist, pine scented air. There were still a few patches of snow on the ground, and they radiated coldness. This place was his sanctuary. Few were willing to hike this far up the mountain, and so he usually had it to himself. Today Yukino accompanied him, and she sat opposite, soaking in the warm water. Her long dark hair floated around her.

“Do you know about making meadows?” she teased, drinking in the luminous morning sky.

“Mmmm...I believe I do…. to make a meadow…” he replied, reaching for her, “…it takes a clover… and …one bee…”

“…one clover and a bee?...” she whispered, swimming to him, “…and?...”

“… And… reverie?…” he sighed, as she straddled him, “…Yuki…”

“… reverie?…” she asked, arching her eyebrow skeptically.

“…yes reverie...” he confirmed after he kissing her.

“…will reverie alone do?…”she sighed, resting her head on his forehead.

“…maybe ….” he answered, running his hands up her back then pulling her closer. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him.

When she broke away, she brushed her lips delicately across his cheek to his ear, murmuring, “…what do you mean…maybe...when?...”

“…when bees are…few…,” he said, his breath rapid, “…Yukinon…”

“… ah…but I’m Clover…,” she said encircling his waist with her legs.

“…but, if you’re Clover…” he groaned, resting his head in the curve of her neck.

“…then Lexi, you’re Bee…” she sighed and then kissed him deeply.

He heard a loud commotion, and frowned. “Will we ever be alone?” He tried to kiss her again, but she was fading, and the noise was so loud.

“Hey Row, wake up!” shouted Junior Lieutenant Wolf, knocking loudly on the door.

Alex awoke, he lay face down on his bed, kissing his pillow. He groaned, holding his aching side. He’d fallen asleep while writing in his personal journal. He was still in his uniform; the one and only presentable uniform he had left. At least he’d taken off the jacket. He got up and opened the door, still holding the pillow.

“What?”

“What’s up with you? Pillow dreams?”

“What do you want, Wolf?”

“The water’s on in the bathing facility.”

“What time is it?”

“Zero eight hundred.”

“That’s curious. How?”

“I don’t know, but Kosta heard it. Her room’s next door. She left one of the shower heads on, so she would hear the water – you know, just in case it came on.”

“And it just came on?”

“Well ten minutes ago. The women got first dibs. They’re going in now. But be ready --who knows how long we’ve got.”

“Thanks, Wolf.”

Alex went back to his room and to begin his morning routine. He looked through his messenger bag and found the analgesic cream, lifted the bandages and smeared it on his side. The pain instantly lessened. He went through the 108 forms and then sat down to meditate. He started counting to twenty-one, but his first thought grabbed him. Yukino. A short while later he remembered he was meditating and brought himself back. He started counting again. He watched his thoughts arise, fly here then there and disappear. He wondered how to discern truth, when thoughts were so fleeting -- a question for Lord Zoi.

“Come on, Row,” shouted Wolf, “it’s our turn!”

Alex took off his uniform and tried to smooth the pants. He searched his closet for a clean shirt and found one if not clean, not too shabby. He wondered what to do about the bandages. He was supposed to keep his wound hidden. But even if he showered with the bandages on, it would be clear he was injured. Throwing caution to the wind he ripped them off. They were itchy and hot. He checked his side. Polli was right; the bruise was shaped like an imperial courier figurehead, but maybe no one would notice.

“Hey, Row, you’re gonna miss out.” shouted Wolf again.

Alex grabbed his bathing habiliments and ran for the shower. There was absolutely no privacy in the bathing room, though this didn’t bother Alex, usually. Today, he tried to keep his arm over his injured side, apparently unsuccessfully.

“What happened to you?” asked Ensign Packard, never one for discretion.

Alex was surrounded by the other cadets, as Wolf walked over. “Ensign Zane is training as a medic; she can help you with that.”

“There’s no need,” Alex replied.

“Don’t worry, no one will say anything. Barracks H keeps its secrets. Right?” said Wolf scanning the group. Everyone nodded.

The water was actually hot and relatively clean. Not only that, it did not automatically shut off within the hour. They had to turn the water off. It was a pleasant break in the normally dreary routine of trying to stay clean. As he walked back to his room, Alex wondered if Polli had anything to do with this. Though he hadn’t expressly mentioned the water problem, she knew his habits and perhaps she guessed. He was grateful. He dressed quickly; he wanted to meet with Kosta before breakfast.

There was a knock at his door. “Ensign Row, are you decent?” asked Ensign Melissa Zane.

“Yes.”

Ensign Zane entered the room carrying a medical bag, “Let me have a look.”

“It’s not necessary.”

“Row, the water was cleaner than usual but still. Wolf says the skin is broken, you could get an infection.”

“I have this,” he said handing her Polli’s cream.

“That’s good for pain, but not for infection. Come on, I won’t bite,” she said.

Alex took off his shirt and she checked his side. “Hmmm… this is certainly odd. How did you manage this? Never mind, I don’t want to know.”

“But I do,” said Junior Lieutenant Kori Kosta, walking into the room. She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, as she watched Zane’s ministrations.

Ensign Zane pulled a ten centimeter square bandage from her bag. “This is the latest in battle zone medical treatment. It’s got both an analgesic and an antibiotic in it. All I have to do is snap it to activate the medications and apply it to the wound. You’re all set for a couple of days, don’t remove it even for showers. I’ll come back then to check you out.”

“Hey Row, this came for you.” said Ensign Packard, elbowing his way through the door carrying a trunk. “A messenger just dropped it off.

“What is it? Did you check out the courier’s credentials?” asked Alex.

“It was the usual people,” said Packard.

“You knew them?” asked Alex.

“Yes,” said Packard.

“Jeez Row, what’s wrong with you?” asked Kosta, walking over and throwing open the trunk.

“You don’t just open a trunk from an unknown source!”

Alex searched the trunk. There were four new uniforms and shirts along with sleepwear, socks and underwear, which he quickly covered. He found a note on top. H~ I hope these fit better than the uniform you were wearing last night. The water should be on, check it. Breakfast for twenty is on the way. ~ H

Alex smiled to himself, Polli was the best. Though she was wealthy, she provided for so many people she sometimes had cash flow problems. Last night’s operation must have been lucrative.

“Kosta, Zane, breakfast is on me. Come on.” Alex smiled, walking briskly down the hall with Zane and Kosta trying to catch up with him.

“What are you talking about? Really Row, you are so odd,” said Kosta laughing.

Alex stopped, anger rising, “Don’t call me odd!” He turned back to his room.

“Hey, I’m kidding, Row. I was just teasing you.”

Alex stormed into his room and slammed the door. He sat down on his bed and held his head in his hands; his sorrow was an intense pressure constricting his chest. Tears formed. This had nothing to do with Kosta; he had over-reacted. She wasn’t serious. That word though…odd…was he odd? There was a knock at his door. Apparently, there was no hope of privacy.

“I’m sorry, Row. It was too familiar of me. Please accept my apology,” said Kosta.

Alex hesitated; he wiped his face and went to the door, opening it. “Forget it Kosta, come in.”

“Row?”

“Did you organize the meeting for tonight?” he asked, pushing his grief down.

“Yes.”

“Did you get any sense of how the cadets might vote?

“I think we’re going to have a party.”

“Excellent.”

“Row, I…Please.”

“It’s I who should apologize. Do you accept?”

“Yes, but…”

“Please, can we drop it?”

“Yes, Row, it’s forgotten.

“Come on then, let’s find Wolf; we have plans to make.”

As they walked to the common room, Wolf sprinted toward them, “Row, there are people in the common room asking for you. They have food…lots of it.”

Alex turned to Kosta, “Didn’t I tell you breakfast’s on me?”

“You did, and I scoffed. I believe I stand corrected.”

“Let that be a lesson to you.”

Barracks D through H Cafeteria
1200 Hours

Alex waited outside the Barracks H cafeteria for Euris, who was late as usual. He didn’t care; he wasn’t hungry in the least after the catered breakfast Polli had sent that morning. In fact he might never be hungry again. There were leftovers stored in a refrigerator she had donated to Barracks H with the promise she would keep it stocked. He was now the most popular member of Hades; you really couldn’t beat bribery.

He sat down on the steps in front of the cafeteria entrance and searched his messenger bag for his journal. He opened to the poem he had started that morning.

Proseychi for Lord Orpheus

Though torn asunder
Time and again, even so,
Orpheus returns eternally,
Only to lose his Eurydice.

And grateful are we,
Who benefit from his love.
For his gifts, music and poetry,
Make the unbearable, endurable.

And beholden to him in return we pray:
Let him be restored to his rightful place,
As the consort of the Goddess.

When She retires…

He hummed under his breath as he wrote. On a corner of the page he wrote down the notes of the melody that were inspired by the poem. Maybe tonight he would play his violin. He hadn’t touched it since he came to the academy, six months ago. He nodded to himself; yes, tonight.

“Hey Row, what’s that you’re humming? It’s nice,” said Euris.

“A prayer. You’re late”

“To whom?”

“Lord Orpheus. Let’s go.”

They walked into the cafeteria and got in line. Euris turned to him and looked annoyed, “We have to stand in line?”

Alex smiled condescendingly, “You’ve led such a sheltered life.”

“And you’re so worldly?”

“Compared to you.”

They reached the front of the line where the trays, silverware, and napkins were piled. Alex went first, and Euris imitated him. She remained silent through the food gauntlet, but he could read the horror on her face when the server thrust a small baguette roll stuffed with an unknown fried substance, a few vegetables and a lot of mayonnaise mixed with something red on her plate. This was followed by a scoop of severely overcooked green muck. There was a choice of desserts and drinks. Alex chose an orange and some sort of juice, Euris copied him.

When they sat down, Euris was silent. She pushed the food around on her tray, finally picking up the orange and peeling it.

“Is the food always this bad?” she asked quietly.

“Yes.”

“No wonder you’ve lost weight.”

“Tell me about a typical lunch at Barracks A.”

“Have lunch with me, tomorrow; see for yourself.”

“You know this isn’t right, Bassianus. Barracks A gets the best of everything and the rest of us get leftovers.”

“Well, you were right; this has been enlightening. I’ll mention it to my father. Do I have to eat this?”

“No.”

They dropped their trays at the return area. Alex guided her out through a back door. They walked around to the kitchen entrance, where the door stood open for ventilation. Euris turned to go, but Alex pulled her to the side, and they watched as the servers took the food from the trays and gave it to their children.

“The food we wouldn’t eat means survival to them. This is the world we live in Bassianus. Secluding yourself in Barracks A won’t make it go away.”

“You’ve been here before?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Curiosity.”

“About what? Really, Row, I know of no one else who watches kitchen staff. That’s a bit strange.”

He frowned at her as he turned to leave. They walked silently across the parade ground to chess club.

“I know you’re angry at me, Row, but it’s I who should be furious with you. You’re always tricking me.”

“I apologize, Bassianus.”

“You say that, but you’re not in the least sorry. I believe you’re proud of yourself. However, out of the goodness of my heart, I shall forgive you. But don’t forget our deal.”

“What do you mean?”

“Our deal, you and Yukino --- music from you --- dance from her--- for the contest.”

“You still want to participate in that silly contest?”

“It’s not silly. It’s….fun. Just because there’s suffering in the world, am I not allowed to have fun? Do I always have to be serious and gloomy like you?”

“Thanks, Bassianus for that insightful description of my melancholic personality.”

“Come on, Row, it’s alright to have a good time.”

“But I won’t see Yukino until Ostara.”

“Ah, but you will.”

“I will?”

“Yes, I have arranged for her to visit.”

“How?”

“The laws have changed. Courtesans are no longer confined to the Enclave until their debt is paid.”

“Have the rules of the academy changed?”

“No, but she’ll be disguised as a lieutenant from the Officer’s College.”

The thought of Yukino in a lieutenant’s uniform was definitely intriguing. “What about the tattoo?”

“We’ll cover it with makeup.”

“When?”

“The day before Ostara vacation, there should be enough confusion that her presence will go unnoticed.”

“Will she be staying overnight?”

“Yes, but in my quarters. So get that lecherous look out of your eyes.”

“Will you bring her to the party?”

“Maybe.”

“But we can plan the music and dance steps in the afternoon and test them as a line dance at the Barracks H party.”

“Hmm…that’s a good idea,” said Euris. However, after a moment she looked at him suspiciously. “You’re playing me again aren’t you?”

“I’m hurt, Bassianus.”

They walked up the steps of the humanities building. Alex held the door for Euris.

“I’ll be celebrating Ostara at Jiguzigu,” said Euris.

“Really.”

“Lady Hippolyte sent me the invitation today. My father will be away on government business so I’m on my own.”

“Tia will be delighted.”

“What about you?”

“I always enjoy your company.”

“This will give us more time to work on the routine.”

“I can hardly wait.”

They entered the small humanities library’s conference room and sat down next to each other. They were so deep in conversation that they barely noticed the other cadets filing into the room.

“Euris?”

Euris looked up to see Vincent Alzy towering over her.

“That’s Junior Lieutenant Bassianus to you, Alzy.”

“I need to speak with you privately,” he said staring meaningfully at Alex.

“Bassianus?” said Alex.

“Don’t leave, Ensign Row; I have no desire to speak to this lech…privately or otherwise.”

“Don’tcha just love it when she goes all commandy, Row? It makes for such interesting intimacy.”

“Get lost, Alzy!” said Euris loud enough to attract the attention of the other cadets.

Vincent leaned down, “I said, I need to speak with you, Junior Lieutenant.” Vincent tried to reach for her arm, but Alex stood and blocked his hand.

“The Junior Lieutenant has made her wishes known, Alzy. Leave her alone.”

“Mind your own business, Row,” growled Vincent.

“I don’t need your help, Row. I can take care of myself,” said Euris, standing.

“Fine,” said Alex and sitting down, he folded his arms and smirked at Vincent.

“If you try to touch me again, Alzy, I’ll hurt you,” said Euris.

“Come on, Euris…er… Junior Lieutenant, it’s important.”

“No.”

“You’re so stubborn, I just love that, but you’ll see it my way, eventually,” said Vincent, however, he walked away.

“You’re dreaming, Alzy,” said Euris.

“And, Row, I told you to stay a way from her. You’d better watch your back.”

With that, Commander Moody entered the library accompanied by the Mathematics teacher Sub-Commander Bashir.

“Ensign Alzy, did I just hear you threatening Ensign Row, again? That’s detention for another week, and you’d better hope nothing happens to him because if it does you will suffer the consequences.”

“Yes, Commander Moody,” sighed Vincent.

Several cadets from the Anatoray Officer’s College entered carrying boxes of chess paraphernalia. They put the boxes down and stood at attention. The younger cadets were not subject to such strict formality, but impressed, they followed suit.

“At ease, everyone. We’ve a great deal to get through today. First, we have several new members, I see. I was only expecting Ensign Row. Stand up if this is your first meeting.”

Four cadets stood, including Alex. He knew them all; they were from Barracks H.

“I assume you all know the rudiments. We have the annual tournament for military academy teams in six weeks. Last year’s champions from Norkia Military Academy are still a formidable team. We’re going to take them down. With that in mind let’s get started. Today’s lesson will cover three openings: the Queen’s gambit, the Reti and the Catalan, a combination of the first two. After the lesson we’ll split into teams and play a quad style tournament with the help of the lieutenants from the Officer’s College.”

Alex listened to Sub-Commander Bashir drone on about white opening with the queen’s pawn to d4, and the likelihood that black would mirror this move. This was followed by the white c pawn to c4. She explained that a less experienced opponent would take the c4 pawn, however this was a mistake...

“Ow,” Alex whispered as he awoke to the pain of Euris pinching his arm. He had dozed off. He turned to her, and she glared at him. He had forgotten what a serious competitor she was. He’d have to remember not to sit beside her at the next meeting.

When the lesson was over, Commander Moody summoned him. “Were we boring you, Ensign Row?”

“I apologize, Commander Moody.”

“I suppose you know all this. Lady Hippolyte is a grandmaster.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Well, let’s see what you’ve got.”

Commander Moody was a formidable opponent, and their game went into the dinner hour. Though the chess club meeting had ended, no one left. The other players surrounded them and watched. Kibitzing was kept to a minimum, by Sub-Commander Bashir. In the end Alex barely managed a draw. He reached across the board and shook Commander Moody’s hand, thanking him for the game.

“Well done, Ensign Row,” said Commander Moody with a great deal of enthusiasm.

“Thank you, Sir.” Alex was confused by the commander’s response; it was just a draw.

“We’ll be meeting twice a week until the tournament. I’ll see you Wednesday, nineteen hundred. Don’t be late; we’re playing the Officer’s College team,” said Moody. “Now help the Lieutenants with clean up.”

Alex began counting and matching pieces. Euris joined him placing the sets of chess pieces in bags. “You realize Moody’s rated an expert.”

“Why would I know Moody’s chess rating, Bassianis?”

“Row, we could really kick chess butt this year. You’re friends from Barracks H are really good too.”

Alex yawned.

“Am I boring you, Row?”

“I apologize, Bassianus. But if you recall, I didn’t get much sleep last night,” Alex said gathering up the bags of chess pieces.

“Sorry, Row, you’re right, we were pretty busy,” said Euris with an inappropriate giggle.

They turned around to find Vincent Alzy eavesdropping on their conversation, “So, he was in your room last night.”

“Are you stalking me, Alzy?”

“What were you doing that kept you so busy?”

Alex and Euris glanced at each other. This could be a problem.

“We went out,” said Euris.

“Where?”

“None of your business,” said Euris.

“I’ll find out.”

“Alzy, this is bordering on obsession. You should see one of the psych docs,” said Euris.

“Row is a complete weirdo. He writes poetry for Gods’ sake. Why are you slumming around with him?” said Vincent, his voice rising. Several people turned to watch them.

“You are so conceited, thinking you’re better than Row. I happen to admire his poetry even if I don’t always understand it. If you bother us again, I will have to talk to my father.…”

“It’s all right Bassianus. I can take care of myself,” interrupted Alex.

“Ensigns Row and Alzy, Junior Lieutenant Basianus come with me.” Commander Moody led them out to the empty library.

“Ensign Alzy, I guess I have not made myself clear. Either that or Junior Lieutenant Bassianus is correct and you do need to see a psychiatrist.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tomorrow I‘ll register a formal complaint regarding your behavior. I’ll request that you be sent home early for Ostara vacation. The chess club will have to get along without your considerable skills.”

“Sir, I apologize. I apologize to Ensign Row and Junior Lieutenant Bassianus, but they left the academy grounds last night. I was inquiring whether they had permission.”

“Ensign Alzy, everyone heard what you said. Now you’re just lying.”

“Commander Moody, we did leave the grounds last night, but we did have permission. I can show you proof. And Ensign Alzy did ask,” said Alex, wondering why he was helping Vincent.

“That’s not necessary. Ensign Row. I believe you. I’m more concerned about Ensign Alzy’s obsession with Junior Lieutenant Bassianus.”

“I just don’t want to see Junior Lieutenant Bassianus ruin her reputation. Everyone knows the status of House Row. And Ensign Row is well…odd.”

“I’m not odd,” said Alex.

“You’re the odd one, Alzy,” said Euris.

“Everyone, quiet! Ensign Alzy, I believe Ensign Row just tried to help you, and you insulted him. I’ve told you about the chivalric protocols for settling grievances between officers. Do you wish to make a formal request for resolution of this dispute?”

Vincent looked trapped. “No Sir.”

“Then you will desist with this behavior and apologize to both Ensign Row and Junior Lieutenant Bassianus.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Well.”

Ensign Row, I apologize,” he said bowing. Alex stared at him frowning.

“I accept, but this is the last time. If Ensign Alzy attacks me again I will seek a formal resolution.”

“Duly noted. Go on, Ensign Alzy.”

“I apologize, Junior Lieutenant Bassianus.”

“I accept, and what Ensign Row said goes double for me.”

“Sir, I wish to request a second chance. I’ll not bother Ensign Row or Junior Lieutenant Bassianus. Please reconsider sending me home.”

“Hmmm…I don’t know. What do you think, Ensign Row, Junior Lieutenant Bassianus?”

Alex and Euris looked at each other. Yesterday Alex hated Vincent and yet now he felt sorry for him. He did not want to see anyone sent home. It was a euphemism for suspension, since Barracks A cadets could not be suspended. Alex had been “sent home” enough times to appreciate how humiliating it was. However, they needed to stop Vincent from asking anymore questions regarding their whereabouts the previous evening. Somehow he knew Euris was thinking the same thing. When she raised an eyebrow quizzically, he nodded.

“Sir, Ensign Row and I are in agreement. He can stay, but we request that you make a formal complaint regarding his behavior, just in case he forgets.”

“Well done. I wholeheartedly concur.”

“Thank you, Sir,” said Vincent, “Junior Lieutenant Bassianus; Ensign Row.” He seemed genuinely grateful and relieved. But Alex was sure he could not be trusted.

When they went back to the conference room for their things, only the crew from Hades remained. They surrounded Alex.

“Hey, Row, everything ok?” asked Kori Kosta.

“Yes, Kosta. Let’s go.”

Euris stood alone watching them as they walked out the door.

“Come on, Bassianus, we’ll walk you home,” said Alex, who knew what it was to be left out.

It was dark when they got outside. The night was windy, cold, and cloudless. The dry leaves that had survived winter rustled like voices whispering in the trees. Alex breathed deeply, it felt liberating to be in the open air. He stretched as he looked up at the lustrous stars, and wished he could leap into the air and fly to them. He ignored the chatter of his comrades, letting his mind relax.

“Row, are you going to meet me for lunch, tomorrow?” asked Euris, when they arrived at Barracks A.

“It’s not a good idea, Bassianus. We don’t need Alzy showing anymore interest in our business.”

“Of course, you’re right,” she agreed, but she looked disappointed.

“Have you done the problems for calculus seminar?”

“I’ve worked on them all week, and I’ve only been able to do one.”

“I haven’t started. Why don’t you have lunch at Barrack’s H? My great-grandmother sent lots of food. We can eat and then work on calculus.”

“When?”

“Thirteen hundred.”

“See you then, Row.”

Barracks H
Alex Row’s Quarters
2000 Hours

Alex played his violin. A songbook lay open on his desk, and he made notations in it, as he worked out the melody for the prayer to Orpheus. He sang the words to the first three stanzas while accompanying himself on the violin. Frowning, he crossed out the fourth measure, rewrote it, and tired again. It was better; he played and sang it again.

He walked to the window and opened it. Standing with his back to the door, he gazed at the stars. He decided to take a break and play something he’d memorized.* It was a piece he loved. It sounded like a summer meadow high in the mountains of Jiguzigu. Bees and butterflies flitted in a lively melody from cornflower to cornflower. Then it suddenly changed to a deep longing for things past: things that could never be again. Children who had grown up and could never return to the wonder of such a place. This sorrow turned upside down and resolved into playful, hopeful renewal. Only to become deeply melancholy again, but as before this was temporary because it was followed by joyful hope.

The second section made him think of the freedom of the lustrous summer nights of his childhood at Jiguzigu. Sleeping on the garden porch during hot nights as fireflies put on a show of light that turned the flat darkness into a miraculous three dimensional space: a space full of trees and bushes laden with leaves, flowers and fruit. Halfway through there was a heavy mysterious theme that was the night itself with its revelation of stars and the vast deepness of space. But it always came back to the childhood garden: its comforts and its mysteries.

He began the third section; it repeated the playful melody of the first section but without the pull of the sorrowful theme. It was unrepentantly joyous. Oh, it nodded its head to sorrow, but only for a moment. It had comes to terms with loss and cast its lot with renewal. It made him think of the eternal boy Peter Pan, flying free of earthly concerns. In the joy of the music he spun. Wolf, Kosta and several other cadets stood in the doorway. He stopped playing, bringing his bow down to his side.

“Why did stop you, Row? We want to hear the end,” said Kosta.

Alex smiled and positioned his bow to finish the final section. It was the same playful melody from the beginning repeated faster and faster. Then it abruptly slowed followed by a patently mischievous plucking of the strings as if someone tiptoed across the garden to scare his sister and her friend. Then the playful theme reprised as these children dissolved into laughter. As the piece resolved itself this playful theme echoed. It began slowly and quietly, but with each iteration, it accelerated, gradually growing louder, climbing to fortissimo. The repetition suddenly ended and the final notes, played forte, reminded him of the children’s game “and we all fall down”.

When he finished; the cadets applauded and Alex laughed and bowed with a flourish. Alex wondered why he had stopped playing, it gave him such happiness.

“Hey Row, why haven’t we heard you before?” asked Wolf.

“I haven’t been playing.”

“You’re very good.”

“Thanks, Wolf.”

“You should go out for the orchestra.”

Alex deflected; he didn’t need anymore activities. “What do you play?”

“Drums, in both the band and the orchestra.”

“Good, we need to put a band together for the party.”

“You mean our own band?”

“Yes.”

“Awesome.”

Barracks H
Common Room
Meeting
Re: Party, Ostara
2100 Hours

“Sorry Row, but you’re not dressed right. I can’t let you into the common room. Junior Lieutenant Kosta’s orders,” said Ensign Roland Packard.

Alex stood at the entrance to the common room. Only Packard’s head could be seen between the double doors so Alex had no idea how he was dressed. Alex had forgotten to ask Kosta for the pass code, apparently she had chosen attire.

“May I speak with Kosta?”

“She said she’s busy, and I should stop bothering her.”

“But I called the meeting.”

“I can’t. You know her; she’ll kick my butt if I screw up.”

“I’m sure she would appreciate it if you showed initiative.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I’m quite positive.”

“How can I do that?”

“Do you know what initiative is?

“No.”

“It’s when you make a decision on your own.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea… you know, after the incident with the mice during the women’s showers.”

“What incident?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Who else was involved?”

“I’m sworn to secrecy.”

“Was it really your idea?”

Packard thought for awhile then smiled in relief. “No.”

“I thought not. Whose idea was it?”

“Whelan’s.”

“That makes sense.”

“Kosta says to close the door, the meeting’s about to begin. See ya, Row.”

“Wait, Packard…” But it was too late Packard closed the doors. Alex sat down on the floor shaking his head. It was only a matter time before Kosta started looking for him. In the meantime he thought about what must have happened when Ensign Whelan got Packard to set mice free in the bathing room while the women were showering. He was really sorry he missed that. As he pondered the results of Packard’s exploits, with and without towels, the door to the common room flew open. Kosta stood in it, a clipboard under her arm.

“Where in Hades is Row?”

“Right here.”

“Why are you sitting there?”

“Packard wouldn’t let me in…improper dress.”

“Gods, he’s thick.”

“Maybe not as thick as the officer who put him on the door and then wouldn’t let him ask questions.”

“Point taken.”

“Well, how do I get in?”

Kosta pointed to her feet. On them were exact replicas of the bunny slippers Yukino had given Alex.

“You’re not serious…everyone?”

“I am. There quite the fashion statement, especially for the military. Now go, soldier, you are inappropriately attired.”

Alex ran down to his room and looked under his bed. There they were, cute and fuzzy. He tore off his boots and slipped his feet into the comfy slippers. Then he sprinted back to the meeting. Packard was at the door.

“What’s the password?”

“Packard, let Row in!” shouted Wolf.

Alex joined the rest of Barracks H in the common room. He glanced around; everyone was wearing bunny slippers. He put his head down and smiled -- this was all the result of Yukino’s whimsy.

“The meeting tonight was requested by Ensign Row. So I will turn it over to him,” said Wolf. Everyone turned to Alex.

“As you know parties are forbidden in the barracks. However, apparently there are exceptions; I found this flyer on a Barracks A bulletin board,” said Alex pulling a folded sheet of paper from his pocket.

“Hey Row, what were you doing at Barracks A?” shouted Ensign Julian Whelan, to general sniggering.

“Ensign Whelan, shut it!” shouted Kosta.

Alex ignored the remark and continued. “I’ll read the flyer to you and then I’ll pass it around. ‘Ostara Celebration, 18 Perpatima, twenty-one thirty until Whenever. Reception Hall, second floor. Join us for our Spring-New Year’s Bacchanal. Drink, Food, and Music. Let’s party until our parents drag us home for those dull Ostara rituals. Party partners are recommended so no one gets left behind, like last year,’” said Alex, handing the flyer to Melissa Zane.

“It seems that Barracks A has been having parties while we languish. Upon further investigation, I found that Barracks A’s Cadet’s Handbook of Chivalrous Conduct is different from ours. There is a provision under which they can legally organize a celebration. Their parties are held in rooms designated as the reception areas, which are considered non-barracks zones.”

Alex remarks were interrupted as the cadets talked loudly among themselves. A few even booed.

“So what are you suggesting, Ensign Row?” called out Ensign Nell Armstrong.

Alex held his hands up for silence. “I propose we make an amendment to our handbook as follows. Whereas we, the denizens of Hades, are required to meet the same requirements as the cadets of Barracks A, and in some cases are forced to meet even higher standards, we, therefore, deserve the same benefits under the law. In the spirit of fairness then, I do, hereby, name the common room a reception area and therefore a non-barracks zone.”

“I second,” said Kori Kosta.

“The floor is open to discussion,” said Wolf

“Can we really change the handbook?” asked Junior Lieutenant Nomiki Yarrow.

“No, only Barracks A through C can amend their handbooks themselves. The rest of us must submit a request for a change to the Board of Governors for approval. There is a minimum six month waiting period,” said Wolf.

“What is the likelihood of the board approving such an amendment?” asked Ensign Baltazar Zelasko.

“Zero to none,” said Wolf.

“So why bother?” asked Ensign Zane.

“Does anyone doubt that we work just as hard if not harder then the cadets of Barracks A?” asked Alex.

“We work harder,” shouted a group of cadets known as the wolf pack.

“We do all the vanship maintenance. None of the other barracks pilots and navis ever helps,” said wolf pack leader, Junior Lieutenant Eduard Pelletier. This was followed by the howling of the rest of the wolf pack.

“We keep their lazy butts in the air,” shouted Ensign Packard. Ensign Whelan dissolved in hysterics. For a few moments the rest of the cadets thought about the visual this statement inspired, and then everyone joined Whelan.

“What’s so funny?” asked Packard which only sent the cadets into another wave of laughter.

It took awhile to get everyone calmed down, because as soon as the room was quiet someone would make a comment regarding the peculiarities of a particular Barrack’s A pilot’s butt and the whole thing would start again. After twenty minutes everyone quieted and the meeting resumed.

“Ensign Row, you must have some reason for asking us to agree to this amendment,” said Junior Lieutenant Jin Takeda.

“I do.”

“Well, please, state it,” said Takeda.

“If we proclaim the common room a reception area and thus a non-barracks zone, we can have an Ostara party too.”

This was met with general cheering and, of course, howling.

“Wolf, are you in favor of this?” asked Takeda.

“I am.”

“Do you think we can pull it off without getting caught?” asked Takeda.

“I do,” said Wolf.

“What would happen if we were found out?” asked Takeda, who was a model student.

“I don’t believe they would suspend an entire barracks. We’d be confined to quarters for a few days, maybe a week. After that each of us would receive a month of extra duty as punishment,” replied Wolf.

“Would it go on our permanent records?” continued Takeda.

“Oh Gods, Takeda, is that all you care about?” asked Pelletier. “What a loser.”

“We are not here to call each other names,” said Alex. “Takeda’s concerns are no more or less important than yours, Pelletier. Wolf, is there such a thing as a permanent record?”

“I don’t know, but if there is, an illegal party would probably go on it.”

“Can we invite people from other barracks?” asked Takeda.

“Maybe,” said Alex, “but first we have make a decision about the amendment.”

“Why do we even need it?” asked Zelasko.

“We should have the appearance of having followed procedures. Then we can fain ignorance. Saying we acted in the same way as Barracks A through C.”

“Ah, clever,” said Takeda, “I like it. But I want to invite my girlfriend from Barracks G.”

“I’m sure we can work that out,” said Alex.

The cadets began to talk among themselves. Alex walked over to Wolf and Kosta.

“I think it’s time we put it to a vote,” said Wolf.

“I agree,” said Alex, “but it has to be unanimous.”

“Maybe we should give them a day to think about it,” said Kosta.

Wolf called the cadets to attention. “Ensign Row has made a proposal. It will only pass by a unanimous vote.”

“Why does it have to be unanimous?” asked Zelasko.

Wolf turned to Alex. “Since it puts all of us at risk, we must all be in agreement,” explained Alex.

“Does anyone have anything else to say?” asked Wolf.

The room was silent.

“We can vote now or if you prefer to think about it, we can meet tomorrow night and vote then. You’re choice,” said Wolf.

Several cadets shouted now.

“Does anyone want to wait?” asked Wolf.

No one replied.

“Kosta will hand out ballots. Yes means you are in favor of the amendment. No means you are against.”

When the ballots were marked and returned, Kosta counted them and brought the results to Wolf.

“The vote is unanimous. The amendment has passed.”

There was loud cheering. Cadets surrounded Alex and slapped him on the back.

“The next order of business is the Ostara party,” shouted Wolf. “All in favor say aye.

“Aye,” shouted the cadets.

“All against say nay.”

Silence

“We have only seven days until the 18th. We had better start now. First order of business is a chairman. Does anyone have any suggestions?”

“I nominate Kosta.” said Alex.

“Oh no you don’t! I nominate Row,” said Kosta.

Everyone shouted, “Row! Row! Row!”

“I must decline, I have no experience with parties,” said Alex, but they continued to shout his name.

“Alright, I’ll do my best. I appoint Kosta and Wolf co-chairs. If any of you have expertise in this area, we need your advice. There will be plenty for everyone to do.”

“Hey Row, how are we going to pay for a party?” asked Whelan.

“We have the money,” said Alex.

“Row’s paying for it,” said Kosta. More shouts greeted this revelation. Alex frowned at her; he would have preferred to keep that confidential.

“We need to resolve the issue of outside guests. Does anyone have any objections?” asked Alex.

There were none.

“Alright, everyone can invite two guests. In order to maximize security each Barracks H cadet will receive a discrete pass code. It can only be used twice. If a guest does not have a pass code they will not gain entry. No exceptions! You will obtain your codes from Kosta after seventeen hundred on the day of the party. Does anyone have any other suggestions for screening guests?”

“No one gets in without bunny slippers!” said Packard. This was greeted with laughter, but the wolf pack picked it up and started chanting, “Bun-ny! Bun-ny! Bun-ny!”

Alex liked the idea; it was bizarre enough to work, especially if they put Packard on the door. Then, again, Yukino would be delighted. However, there was one problem.

“Where are we going to get forty pairs of bunny slippers?” asked Alex.

“No problem,” said Whelan, “my father’s factory makes them.”

“Anyone opposed to bunny slippers?” asked Alex.

“How are we going to pass out bunny slippers to forty people?” asked Takeda.

“That’s merely a logistical problem. First let’s decide if we’re going to proceed with mandatory bunny slippers. Wolf?” said Alex.

“All in favor of mandatory bunny slippers say aye,” said Wolf.

The fives members of the wolf pack let lose with a howl so loud every other sound was drowned out.

“Let’s try this again and confine ourselves to aye,” said Wolf.

“Aye,” shouted the cadets.

“All against.”

No one was against wearing bunny slippers to the Ostara party.

“I know how to make it work,” said Zelasko.

“Zelasko is in charge of Operation Bunny Slippers. Whelan is co-chair,” said Alex.

“Bring your ideas to Kosta or Wolf over the next twenty-four hours. I will take charge of the music. Anyone who would like to participate in a band, see me. All instruments accepted. We’ll meet tomorrow night, same time, to discuss the party agenda and hand out assignments. Remember, this cannot become common knowledge or we’ll get caught. Keep it to yourselves and advice your guests to do the same. Anyone caught revealing our plans will be dealt with harshly. This includes guests. Are there any other comments?”

“I think we should know the bunny slipper protocol as soon as possible,” said Takeda.

“Zelasko?” asked Alex.

“I’ll have it tomorrow night.”

“Anymore concerns?” asked Alex.

There were none; Alex turned to Wolf, who dismissed everyone.

Alex walked over to Ensign Pelletier. “Pelletier, do you have a minute?”

“What’s up?”

“I’m concerned about Packard. I know he would never reveal anything on purpose, but he’s easily deceived. Will you and the other wolf pack members keep an eye on him?”

“ ‘Nough said, Row.”

“One more thing, Pelletier.”

“Yeah?”

“We need a piano.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks, Pelletier.”

“Hey Row, there’s a few things I need to go over with you,” said Kosta, holding up her clipboard.

“Can it wait, Kosta. I have something more important to discuss with you,” said Alex.

“I guess it can wait. What’s wrong?” asked Kosta, concerned.

“What is the military protocol for mice in the showers?”

Kosta looked at him puzzled. Alex smiled as he watched her face redden like a bright autumn apple. “That would be none of your business, Row.”

“I don’t remember the incident. When was it?”

“It happened when you were suspended.”

“Which time?”

“It was at the beginning of the school year. I think it was the time you stepped in for Packard and Zane against those Barracks A thugs.”

“I’m sorry I missed that. It’s so unfair. It’s like a double penalty.”

“Well, they say no good deed goes unpunished.”

“I suppose it was an important test. Military officers can’t be retreating at the sight of an innocent little mouse.”

“Then perhaps the men need to be tested as well.”

“Maybe… I had a pet tarantula, and conducted a great many experiments on the interactions between spiders and humans.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve seen grown men bolt at the sight of a tarantula. Sometimes there’s even screaming and crying.”

Really?”

“Yes, tarantulas are quite fearsome. But jumping spiders, like the ones in the field beyond the parade ground are even more effective.”

“You’re evil, Row. Thanks.”

“I only ask that I be informed of the test date.”

“You’ll be advised.”

“Goodnight, Kosta.”

“Hey, Row, how many times have you been suspended?”

“Too many.”

Alex went to his quarters; he was dead tired. He picked up his gear and dragged himself to the washroom. Though he knew it was hopeless he tried the hot water faucet. Out poured piping hot fairly clean water. Delighted he filled the sink. Wolf walked in as Alex brushed his teeth. Alex rinsed his mouth and turned to Wolf.

“There’s hot water, Wolf.”

“Gods what next, real food at the cafeteria?” asked Wolf, turning on the hot water, and soaping up.

“I suppose there’s always the possibility of divine intervention,” commented Alex.

“It would take divine intervention.”

“What are your plans for Ostara, Wolf?

“The usual, stick around the barracks. Maybe go into town for Ostara dinner.”

“I see. Would you care to join my family’s Ostara celebration? Bassianus is coming.”

“Thanks Row, but I couldn’t impose.”

“I’ve gotten permission from my great-grandmother.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’d be a cad to refuse Lady Hippolyte after all she’s done for us.”

“We leave right after the party. Early morning on the 19th.”

“Thanks, Row.”

“Goodnight, Wolf.”

Alex went back to his quarters and got ready for bed. He turned out the lights and lay down, thinking he would have no trouble sleeping after the last forty-eight hours. Closing his eyes, he waited for sleep, but his mind roiled. He decided to meditate. He sat up, crossed his legs and began to count. Losing track of the count, he observed himself falling asleep. As he slid under the covers, he believed sleep was upon him; however, fifteen minutes later he was staring at the ceiling. He turned on his side, closed his eyes again, but his mind flooded with memories. He gave up. Lights out had already sounded; so he retrieved his signal light and turned it on. He got his personal journal from the bottom drawer of his desk and began to write.

From the Journals of Alex Row
11 Perpitima 3027

Jiguzagu Estate
Tsukiyaburenai Mountain
Kuramasu Island
30 Pyanepsion 3017

The boy Pieter practiced violin, in preparation for his afternoon music lesson. He stood in front of his spider’s cage and played for her. She was such a lovely, huge brown hairy tarantula. When he sang her name, Elphaba, she always turned and stared at him with her eight opaque black eyes. He felt they were in communion, and he knew she enjoyed the music because she would sway on her eight chubby legs.

As he played, he thought of the day he found her at the desert rest stop on his way home to Jiguzigu. He had been happy in spite of the fact he had just been expelled from the Grimsley Royal Primary Academy in the capital. It was a prestigious boarding school that the members of House Row had attended for several generations. However, the headmaster was a brutal, uncompromising man, and Pieter had called him a damn bloody bastard in front of the student body more than once.

Though the headmaster had punished Pieter severely, it had made no difference. Pieter continued to stand up to him. The result was that Pieter became a rallying point for a student movement demanding fair treatment. When Pieter’s great-grandmother, Lady Hippolyte, arrived to pick him up the school was in lockdown.

She had been ushered into the headmaster’s office where Pieter sat waiting for her. The headmaster had lectured her on the probability of Pieter’s dark, future career as a criminal mastermind unless something was done. The headmaster finished with the dire prediction that it would all end tragically, possibly at the gallows.

Lady Hippolyte stood up and walked to the headmaster’s desk, informing him that Pieter was merely exhibiting precocious leadership skills in the face of a cruel tyrant. She added that any pedagogue worth his salt would recognize this and cultivate it. She stated further that she was cancelling her library endowment. Turning on her heals she called Pieter to her and taking his hand, she left the office. They had walked silently to her heavy transport as Pieter rejoiced inwardly that she understood.

On this day, as was often the case when they flew back from the capital, they had landed in the far eastern desert at Tuktum Basin. The rest station located there was a favorite of Lady Hippolyte. She used it to meet with her associates among the desert clans. After lunch she had insisted that Pieter and Tia nap in the heavy transport while she conducted business with the local clan leader. Tia had begged their new nanny to tell her a story, but the minute the children dozed, Nanny Anne had left.

With one eye open Pieter had watched the nanny walk to the edge of the landing area and meet a man. Together they walked to a large rock formation and disappeared behind it. When she was out of sight he crept quietly to the open door and jumped to the ground. It was a bright hot day and he ran to the most complex of the many stone outcrops that dotted this spectacular desert. He climbed to the top and as he explored the terrain he found a foot path that lead deep into a stony maze.

As Pieter’s mind drifted through these memories he got lost in the music. He began to make up melodies. Words came to him and he sang to Elphaba of the day they met.

“Oh, Elphie, Elpha, Elphaba,
Sandy desert Queen.

It was you who saved this silly,
sleepy boy who dreamed
Among your burnished stones.

For as I flew with Mystikos
To the fabled oaken tree,
Night came, in rapid pitch totality,
And now this child was lost.

Elphie, Elpha, Elphaba

I woke and there you perched
Upon my chest, gazing deeply at my face
With your dark and various eyes.”

Pieter stopped singing and opened the cage. He held his hand out and Elphaba climbed on. She continued up his arm, and neck to the top of his head, where she perched like a living crown. She tapped his head which he believed was a command to continue singing about her. He danced around the room and took up the song again.

“Elphie, Elpha, Elphaba,

You smiled with your chelicerae,
Raised high your pedipalps.
I smiled back with arms up held,
Our spinnen greeting rightly done.

Thus with niceties observed, you spoke,
‘I hold Mystikos in high regard,
As likewise he does you.’

‘So thus and therefore, little one,
And because I owe him much
I’ll lead you through this labyrinth
But first a question I must ask.’

‘Tell me, what is my true name?’
And I replied, ‘It’s always the same.
They always want to know their name.’

‘Your name is easy, my dear Queen,
You are the mighty, all seeing,
Elphie, Elpha, Elphaba
Ruler of this high desert plain.’

‘Ah, but you’re the clever one,’
Was your answer with the addition,
‘Follow this glowing silken thread,
And do not stray from where it leads
For there are those who cry for your return.’

‘But what of you my dear Queen,
Have you never wished to wander?
Come with me to my mountain home.
I your bounded knight am at your service.
I yield, your strength’s superior.’

I knelt, you climbed upon my head.
And I, tracing the threaded path
Upward through your rocky palace,
Found my way back home.

But Elphie, Elpha, Elphaba
Why have you not spoken since?”

“Master Pieter,” called his governess, “are you dressed? Your music teacher will be here in thirty minutes.”

Pieter had completely forgotten. He was supposed to practice, bathe, and dress. Instead he had gotten carried away with his composition. Maybe he could skip the bath. He checked himself in the dressing room mirror. He and Tia had spent the morning in the upper meadow catching jumping spiders to see it they could talk, and he looked it. His nanny appeared in the doorway.

“Master Pieter, look at you, what have you been doing?”

“Playing my violin, Nanny Anne.”

“Get out of those cloths, and bathe. Now!”

Pieter despised her; she was impatient and mean. Worst of all Nanny Anne hated Elphaba. She had purposely tried to injure the spider on several occasions. Once she had left the cage door open; another she tried to feed Elphaba poison. It hadn’t worked; Elphaba knew malice when she saw it. He longed for his first governess, Antiope, but she was away and no one would say when she was coming back.

“Gods you’re slow, come here!” said Nanny Anne.

“No!”

She strode over to him and grabbing his arm, she ripped his shirt off. Suddenly Nanny Anne’s eyes widened. She withdrew in horror and shrieked.

“Get that thing off your head!”

“No! And she’s not a thing; she’s Queen Elphaba.”

“If you don’t put that thing in its cage, I’ll knock it to the ground and step on it.”

The shear wrongness of it brought tears to Pieter’s eyes as he retreated across room.
He put his hand to his head; Elphaba climbed on. “You saved me, again,” he whispered, as he lowered her into the cage

“If you harm her, I’ll kill you. You bitch.”

“What’s going on here?” Pieter’s great-grandmother Lady Hippolyte stood on the doorway,

Pieter ran to her crying, “She’s going to kill Elphaba.”

“No she’s not, dear boy. What are these marks on your arm?”

“Lady Hippolyte, every time you take his side, you undermine me. Didn’t you hear what he called me? He is a child, for Gods’ sake!”

“Just because he’s a child, doesn’t mean he’s incapable of speaking the truth, my dear.”

“Lady Hippolyte, the child’s spoiled and a daydreamer; he needs a firm hand.”

“You came very highly recommended, but you’re a severe disappointment. You seem to have no child rearing skills whatsoever. I will accept your resignation. Now, please go and pack your things. Walker will fly you back to the capital this afternoon.”

“What?...But Lady Hippolyte …”

“Go along, I’ll see to Pieter.”

Pieter watched Nanny Anne leave. He ran to Elphaba’s cage, opened it and stroked her, gently. “Nanny Anne’s gone; she can’t hurt you now,” he said. He turned to his great-grandmother. “Thank you, Polli.”

“How many nannies is that?”

Pieter could not stop his tears, “I don’t know.”

“Why are you crying?” said Lady Hippolyte. She walked over to him and closed the cage. Then she kneeled and took his hands.

“I’m not crying; my eyes hurt.”

“Come on, dear boy, let’s get you washed up.”

She picked him up, and he rested his head on her shoulder letting his arms and legs dangle as tears coursed down his cheeks. She slid open the door to the courtyard and stepped out to the veranda. Her assistant met her there.

“Lady Hippolyte, I must speak with you.”

“Not now, fifteen minutes,” said Lady Hippolyte. Then she turned and carried him to children’s bathing room. She sat him on a chair and helped him undress, scrub and shower. Then she drew a bath; she lifted him in and sat with him while he continued to cry.

“Are you sad that Nanny Anne is leaving?”

“No”

“Then what?”

He started to laugh through his tears, “I suppose there’s no dessert for me tonight.”

Lady Hippolyte chuckled, “Well, you know the rule. Those who swear get no sweets. Where did you learn that word?”

“Fergus,” said Pieter, sniffing and wiping the tears from his eyes.

“Do you know what it means?”

“Fergus says it’s a female dog or a very mean woman.”

“That’s true enough, but it’s not appropriate word for a gentleman.”

“But you agreed.”

“I suppose I did. I guess that’s no dessert for both of us.”

Pieter found this enormously funny and was now as overcome with laughter, as earlier he had been with tears. He splashed Lady Hippolyte and dove under the water when she tried to get him back.

“Time to get dressed,” she said when he came up for air, “unless you wish to skip your music lesson with Maestro William today.”

“No, I made up a song about Elphie, Elpha, Elphaba, and I want to play it for him.”

“Will you play it for me later?”

“Yes.” Pieter reached for her and hugged her with all his strength, soaking the front of her blouse.

She pulled the plug from the drain and stood, taking two towels down from a shelf. She handed him one and used the other to pat herself dry. Pieter dried himself and, throwing the towel in the air, ran to the sliding door and threw it open. He sped naked down the veranda to his room, slid the door open and rushed to Elphaba. As he quietly sang her name, she turned to him and stared inscrutably.

Lady Hippolyte followed him and went to his dressing room, picking out some clothes.

“Polli, when will Nanny Antiope be back?”

“I’m not sure, but your tutor Lord Zoi arrives tomorrow, possibly sooner. Here, put these on.”

“Will he be mean, too? If he is, then I shall have to call him a damned bloody bastard.”

“Pieter, there will be no dessert tomorrow as well.”

“But I only threatened to call him a damned bloody bastard.”

“The rule covers threats as well.”

“Are you sure?”

“Quite. And by the way, I have been friends with Lord Zoi for many years, and I’ve never known him to be mean.”

“Does he like spiders?”

“He loves them.”

“Truly?”

“Indeed. Come let’s greet Maestro William. We’re late. He must be waiting for you.”

Peter took his violin case and started toward the door, but turned back. He crossed the room and opened Elphaba’s cage, picking her up and placing her in her travel cage.

“Are you sure you want to bring Elphaba?”

“Yes, she loves music.”

“Well let’s hope Maestro William has a place in his heart for musical spiders.”

They walked out to the veranda and down a hall. The familial bedrooms were built around a courtyard higher up the mountain so when they reached the end of the hall they had to descend a staircase to the great central foyer of the main house. It was oddly quiet. They walked into the parlor that Lady Hippolyte had converted into a music room for Pieter and Tia. Maestro William was not there. Lady Hippolyte checked her watch; it was ten minutes past one.

“Hmm this is odd. The Maestro is annoyingly punctual,” said Lady Hippolyte, frowning.

With that, the intense, disturbing, ear-shattering, intruder alarm sounded.

“Is this the practice alarm, Polli?”

Lady Hippolyte walked to the window. Seeing the remnants of three red flares, she turned to Pieter, “Maestro William will not be coming today. Let’s go back up stairs.”

“Why?”

“Let’s see if we can find out.” She walked over to him and took his hand. “Come on.”

They walked into the foyer. There was a large blue trunk in a corner by the main entrance that had gone unnoticed until now.

“What’s that, Polli?” asked Pieter, walking to it.

“Don’t touch it, Pieter,” she said so urgently that Pieter turned to her in fear. “I’m sorry, dear boy, did I scare you? I just meant we’ll deal with it later. Right now, I bet you can’t beat me back to the bedrooms.”

He smiled at her and took off up the stairs with Elphaba’s cage under one arm and his violin case under the other. Lady Hippolyte was right behind him. They ran down the hall and into the courtyard. Lady Hippolyte’s assistant Phoebe waited with Tia. Fergus and Walker were also there.

“I won,” shouted Pieter, jumping up and down. He stopped when Elphaba pinched his hand. She looked displeased. He lifted the cage up to his face, “Sorry, Elphie.” But she turned her back to him.

Lady Hippolyte, walked to a wall panel, opened it and pressed several buttons. A metal door slid shut closing off the court yard and bedrooms from the rest of the house. Overhead corrugated metal panels angled down runners creating a roof.

“What’s going on?” asked Lady Hippolyte.

“Information’s just starting to come in, but Nanny Anne is involved. She’s an informant for the intruders, possibly one of their leaders,” said Walker.

“But she was recommended by Marius and we vetted her. Were we betrayed?” asked Lady Hippolyte.

“I don’t think so; they’re holding hostages: the music teacher, and a woman of similar coloring, height and build to our nanny. Maybe the real Nanny Anne was replaced by a doppelganger,” said Fergus.

“Polli?” asked Pieter, walking to her and holding her skirt.

“Everything will be alright, Pieter. How many?” asked Lady Hippolyte.

“There were three heavy transports. Ten in each,” said Walker.

“Is everyone deployed?”

“Yes.”

“There’s a blue trunk in the main entrance. It could be a bomb, better have a team look at it.”

“It’s probably not a bomb. We’ve found several of them. Apparently it contains a paralytic inhalant,” said Walker.

“How do you know?”

“The mechanics at hanger three opened one,” said Fergus.

“How many times have we instructed them not to open unidentified containers?” asked Lady Hippolyte.

“Hundreds. We’d better get to command,” said Walker.

“Give me five minutes. Phoebe, take Pieter and help him change. I’ll take Tia with me.”

Pieter went into his room but it was dark; the windows were covered by metal shutters. Phoebe turned on a night light.

“Do you need help?” asked Phoebe

“No.”

Peter knew what to do. The family had rehearsed this many times. He ran to his dressing room and opened the box that held what he needed in an emergency. He changed into black pants, turtleneck with hood, a protective vest, boots and a jacket. He took the backpack from the box, opened it, and shifted its contents around to make room for Elphaba’s travel cage. As he lowered her into it, he whispered, “Sorry Elphaba.” He could tell by the way she stared at him all was forgiven. Pieter came out of the dressing room and went to his desk, grabbing his flute and stuffing it in his pocket. He picked up his violin case, walked over to Phoebe and looked up at her.

“I’m ready.”

“Is your violin essential?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

Everyone waited in the hall. Lady Hippolyte and Tia had changed and were dressed exactly like Pieter except that Lady Hippolyte had a gun strapped to her hip. She motioned for Pieter to come to her.

“Let’s move,” said Lady Hippolyte

Walker jumped off the veranda and walked to one off the courtyard paving stones. He pulled it up and, holding his flashlight, climbed down into the tunnel below. He disappeared for a moment and the lights came on. Lady Hippolyte followed; Fergus handed Tia and Pieter down. Phoebe went next and lastly Fergus who carefully replaced the paving stone.

“Fergus, you take Pieter, Walker take Tia.

Lady Hippolyte set a rapid pace as they ran the gradually rising grade of the tunnel. They came to a fork and went to the right, stopping for a moment to turn off the lights, close the metal door to the sector they just left and turn on the lights for the next sector. They continued running but the grade was much steeper. They did this once more except this time they went left. In a few moments they came to three doors and took the middle one into the command center: code named adyton.

“Phoebe, take Tia and Pieter to the children’s area. I’ll be along soon.”

“Lady Hippolyte, most of the children are being held by the intruders,” said Penthesilea, chief of security.

“Wait, Phoebe, get them settled in the conference room for now. Leave the blinds open so I can see them. Walker, you’re acting bodyguard. Phoebe, I’ll need you back here as soon as possible,” ordered Lady Hippolyte.

Pieter followed Tia, Phoebe, and Walker to the conference room, trying to hear what was being discussed. However, once there Phoebe closed the door on the sound proof room.

“Take off your jackets and hang them over here,” said Phoebe.

“Why do we have to wait here?” asked Pieter.

“Your great-grandmother wants to be able to see you.”

She went into the kitchen area and prepared a snack. Then she helped the children get seated and served them.

“For God’s sake Walker, make yourself useful! Open the blinds,” said Phoebe.

“Yes, oh mighty leader,” said Walker snapping to attention in an exaggerated fashion. Pieter found this so funny he had to spit out his juice to keep from choking.

“Look what you’ve caused. You’re such an idiot, Walker,” said Phoebe, rushing to the kitchen for towels and soap.

“But he’s a funny idiot,” said Pieter.

“Hey, who’s an idiot?” asked Walker, winking at Pieter.

“You!” said Phoebe to Walker, as she helped Pieter clean up.

“Tia, are you alright?” asked Phoebe.

Tia sat staring at her food. Her short blond hair floated around her head like the down of a baby bird. Tears fell from her gray-blue eyes as her chin quivered. Phoebe went to her, kneeled down and hugged her.

“Would you like something to draw with?” asked Phoebe. Tia nodded her head. Phoebe went out to the adyton and returned with colored pencils and paper. She helped Tia start a picture and then kissed her forehead.

“Take care of them, Walker, or your life won’t be worth a claudia,” said Phoebe, leaving the room.

As soon as she was gone Pieter opened his backpack and took out Elphaba’s cage. Singing her name, he opened the cage and put his hand into it. She climbed on, scurried up his arm and perched on the top of his head. She tapped his head lightly.

“May I pet her?” asked Tia.

Pieter and Walker turned to her in surprise. Tia hardly ever spoke anymore. In fact this morning was one of the few times she had agreed to play with Pieter since their move to Jiguzigu. Pieter missed her, his first friend. He brought Elphaba to her.

“You may, but you have to sing to her like this --- Elphie, Elpha, Elphaba,” he intoned. Tia did as he said and Elphaba generously allowed Tia to touch her.

“Thank you, Piedy.”

“Anytime you like,” said Pieter, happy to hear her use the nickname she had originated.

Tia settled into her favorite pass time -- drawing princesses in high protected towers. Pieter pushed a chair next to Tia’s and climbed on it. He took a piece of paper and drew an elaborate flying dragon.

“Here Tia, this is Dracontas, the guardian. He’s the mightiest of his clan. No intruder will ever get past him.”

“Truly, Piedy?”

“Indeed.”

“Thank you,” she said, folding the drawing and putting it in her pocket.

“Ain’t this a bitch?” said Walker staring out at the adyton.

“What do you mean?” said Pieter looking up at Walker.

“This situation is a bitch.”

“How is this situation like a bitch?” said Pieter pushing his chair over to Walker. He climbed on it and watched the activity in the adyton, too. Tia followed Pieter and pushed him over so she could stand on the chair as well.

“Because we can’t hear what they’re saying.”

“A situation is like a bitch when you can’t hear what’s being said?”

“No, Master Pieter, when it’s not to your liking.”

“So you want to listen and because you can’t it’s a bitch?”

“Well stated!”

“Why don’t you open the window and listen?” asked Pieter.

“What window?”

“This one.”

Pieter reached for the window latch and tried to release it, but it was locked. Walker used a small jackknife he took from his pocket to pick the lock. They slid the window open. The acoustics were excellent, and they could hear Lady Hippolyte and her chief of security clearly.

“Where are the other children?” asked Lady Hippolyte

“In the claudia unit facility,” said Penthesilea.

“Do we know why they took the children?”

“Yes, we have captured and interrogated five of them. They’re looking for Pieter.”

“Why?”

“Their leaders believe he has special powers.”

“What kind of powers?”

“They think he communes with spirits.”

“Seriously, a six year old boy?”

“They went to the desert clans to find a shaman. Apparently the clan leaders didn’t want to share any of their own so they told our intruders about Pieter.”

“What about Pieter?”

“They told them the story of a boy who found his way out of the rock labyrinth with the help of a spider.”

“Why do they need a shaman?”

“To read a map drawn by the ancients and marked in the un-deciphered script. The woman we called Nanny Anne stole it from your library.”

“Why is the map important?”

“They say it will lead them to the body of the Goddess Gaia.”

“Gaia? You mean the earth goddess.”

“They said, and I quote, ‘therein lies true bliss’.”

“And to think I had a map to bliss in my library. Are we dealing with a cult?”

“I believe we are.”

“Damn, they’re the worst.”

Pieter turned to Walker with fear in his eyes, “Damn Walker, ain’t this a bitch?”

“It is Master Pieter, but they’re not going to get you.”

“Drakontas won’t let them hurt you, Piedy,” said Tia, taking the picture of the fierce dragon from her pocket and placing it in his.

“Thanks, Tia,” Pieter said handing her back the drawing, “but Drakontas is only for you, I have Elphaba.” Elphaba tapped his head as if in confirmation. Tia took his hand in hers.

“Walker, what do you think you’re doing?” said Lady Hippolyte, standing at the window.

Walker stood at attention, “I’m sorry Lady Hippolyte, if I’d known I never would have…”

“And Pieter, I heard you. That’s three days without desert.”

“But you said damn.”

“Well I then I must go without desert, too. Now close the damn window; I’ll be in soon to explain matters.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Lady Hippolyte turned to Penthesilea, “They’ll be expecting us to rescue the children first, and we’ll let them think that’s what we’re doing. Send three teams of genin with instructions to surround the claudia unit facility, but tell them to do nothing until further orders. Send one team of chunin into the ventilation system to find out what’s going on inside. While they believe we are reacting as expected send in a jonin team with mechanics to disable there transports. They will not get off this island.”

“Yes, Lady Hippolyte.”

“Quickly…quickly! I want to know who the leaders are and everything about them. I want details of the cult’s canon. What kind of weapons are they carrying? And close that window! ”

Lady Hippolyte turned to Walker and glared at him while he closed the window.

Walker turned to the children, “How about a game of I spy?”

“I can read lips,” said Tia.

“It’s true; she can,” agreed Pieter.

“As much as I’d like to know what’s going on, at this point, I think it’s more important to obey orders.”

“Hisabo wants to know if our transports have been immo…bil…ized. Penthesilea is nodding her head yes. Hisabo wants three transports brought to the caldera meadow and a fly over with vanships. Uh oh, now Hisabo is frowning.”

“That’s enough,” said Walker, picking up Tia. “Let’s play a game. You too, Master Pieter.”

“Polli’s coming,” said Pieter.

Lady Hippolyte walked into the conference room with Phoebe at her side. She kneeled down and the children ran to her. She smiled at them and kissed each on the forehead. Standing she took their hands, walked to the table and sat down. She motioned Pieter and Tia to stand in front of her.

“Pieter, Tia, I have to ask you to be very brave. The intruders will expect me to keep you at my side. But we must outsmart them as the boy outsmarted the pirate captain in the book we just read.”

“How Polli?” asked Pieter.

“I’m sending you to the sanctuary in the western oak forest with Walker. Lord Zoi has arrived, and he will meet you there. He knows all the latest pass codes. Do not answer unless he gives them properly. As I’ve told you, he’s very tall, with blue eyes, and long white hair. He always wears a headband inscribed with leaf and acorn designs. He carries a notebook with him and writes almost constantly. He has been my friend since we were your age, and I trust him implicitly. When he arrives Walker will return to the adyton.”

“Aren’t you coming too?”

“No, I must stay here.”

“No Polli, I’m staying with you,” said Pieter, though he tried to contain them he felt hot tears fall.

Tia cried with all her heart; she went to Lady Hippolyte and hugged her waist. Lady Hippolyte put her arms out to Pieter and he joined them. She bowed her head to kiss Pieter’s and came face to face with Elphaba. She laughed and whispered “You had better take care of them.” Elphaba reached out with her pedipalps and touched Lady Hippolyte’s cheek.

When the crying subsided to gentle sobbing Lady Hippolyte hugged them and said, “I’ll tell you a secret if you calm down.”

They’re curiosity got the better of them, and they forgot their fears and sorrows for the moment.

“Very good, as you know I have children, grandchildren, and great-grand children.”

“That’s not a secret, Polli,” said Pieter.

“Yes but this is: of all of them you two are the smartest, bravest and dearest to me. I know you can do this, and that we will see each other again very soon.”

“But why, Polli?” asked Pieter.

“The woman who pretended to be Nanny Anne is a leader of the intruders. She knows a great deal about us. Though she doesn’t know where the adyton is, she knows of it. I have good reason to believe she will attack us here. You must be far away when that happens.”

Pieter looked down; his chin began to quiver. Just the thought of losing Polli was more then he could bear. But when Elphaba tapped him gently, he found new courage and hope.

“I’ll do as you ask, Polli,” said Pieter.

“Tia?” asked Lady Hippolyte.

Tia took Pieter’s hand and nodded yes.

“Good. Let’s get you ready.”

Phoebe got their coats and began to dress them.

“I’ll do that,” said Lady Hippolyte and she gently helped them get ready. She zipped their vests and pulled up their hoods but there was a problem with Pieter’s.

“Will Elphaba be alright under your hood?”

“Yes.”

Lady Hippolyte pulled the hood up. Elphaba stared at her from underneath with an oddly comforting expression. She went through their backpacks and checked the contents. She pulled the small modified air gun from Pieter’s backpack and loaded it, putting the extra pellets in his vest. She did the same for Tia. She checked their knives and replaced them. Confident that all was in order, she took their hands, and they walked to the west entrance of the adyton. Walker opened the door to the tunnel and disappeared into it.

“It’s clear,” he said walking back to them.

“Promise me you will stay safe,” said Lady Hippolyte.

“I promise, but you must promise, too,” said Pieter.

“I promise. What about you, Tia?”

Tia nodded.

“Good, now go along with Walker.”

Pieter hugged her and took Tia’s hand. He turned and ran to Walker.

“You two up for a run?” asked Walker.

“Yes,” whispered Pieter.

The three ran the western tunnel. It was night when they came to the exit that dropped them on the little used trail to the western oak forest. The air was bracing and there was a breeze rattling through the colored autumn leaves. An owl hooted and Tia squeezed Pieter’s hand.

“Here eat these bilberries; they’ll help your night vision. We can’t risk a flashlight,” said Walker.

Pieter and Tia were experienced with night hiking. Lady Hippolyte had insisted they be prepared. They walked on quietly following Walker. They had been on the trail twenty minutes and were close to entering the sanctuary when they heard an explosion followed by gunfire. Walker ran back down the trail with Pieter and Tia close behind. They reached a switch back with a rocky overhang that afforded a wide view down the mountain. They watched as below and to the east a fierce firefight raged.

“Is that the adyton?” whispered Pieter.

“I do…

Alex stopped writing as the light gradually faded. The battery to his signal light was dead. He got up and walked to the window. Opening it, he breathed in the frosty night air. He would be happy to go home to Jiguzigu for Ostara. He hadn’t been to the sanctuary in the western oak forest in quite a while. Maybe he would camp there for an overnight. Perhaps with Yukino?

He walked to his desk and picked up his alarm clock. Zero two hundred …had he really been writing for three hours? He’d had no idea it would take so long to tell this story. Alex set the alarm for zero seven hundred. He’d write more then.

The poem that Alex and Yukino recite to one another is borrowed with minor changes from “To make a prairie” by Emily Dickenson. I’ve posted it on my profile page for those who are interested.

I imagined parts of “Proseychi for Lord Orpheus” to the music – “Because I want to Kill Myself” by Sculpted Cold. It’s very beautiful and uplifting in spite of its name.

* The violin piece Alex plays in his quarters is Violin Concerto in D, Op.35 by Erich Wolfgang Korngold.

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