May 2020 #12
H: (Coughing and agitated and struggling against something) aaa… what did you do?
Me: Saved you I hope.
H: I – where…?
Me: You were taken to your uncle’s house by Sophie, she was looking after you. But you were getting worse, so… I… I’m pretty sure you’re in Bedlam now.
H: Aaa… I – why…?
Me: You were dying and I didn’t know what else to do.
H: (petulant) I’m already dead.
Me: Don’t start on that again as if we’re both ignorant of the difference between a ghost and a leechgiest or the Stormlands and Oblivion. I can’t watch you drown… You think differently?
H: Given my current state of incarceration, no.
Me: If you recover your health, I may eventually earn your forgiveness. But if you fall to Oblivion or worse it doesn’t really matter, does it? You won’t be around to hate or forgive me.
H: I’m in a cell.
Me: Bet you’d stoop as low as it took if I was dying.
Me: Don’t worry, you don’t have to curse me, I’m pretty sure Sophie wants that honour.
H: … that’s not kind. (Small smile) But she does have a fierce eye…
Me: (seeing things from the corner of my eye) Are – are you… tied to the bed? … What the hell?
H: Aaaa I was not in the best humour when I found myself here. I did not know… I – I was not civil.
Me: Uncivil enough to be tied down?!
H: I… I was short of breathe and temper.
Me: This is stupid, give me a minute to work it out ad I can untie your wrists… … There – I think that’s it. … H?
H: …I’m here.
Me: Are you alright?
H: (Tiredly) I have no goddamn idea.
Me: Is there anything I can do for you?
H: …Got any bourbon?
Me: You’re in luck, I do. (Pour him a measure and hand it over.) … Do you hate me very much?
H: No aaa there was just anger – no less than you would feel in my place.
Me: I’m sorry. I just… really didn’t want you to drown.
H: (Quiet for a long time) I was – drowning. Oblivion was cutting in with every breath… I thought I could shoulder your malady as you had sometimes taken mine… aaa … it was too much…
(One of my cats walked over me and the board pushing the silver ring off and severing the connection.)
Me: Damnit Tiresias! No, my little one, get off, you can’t sit there… … H?
Me: Who am I talking to?
S: Lord, you look done in.
S: Mm. H disappeared some time before first light.
Me: Bedlam has him. We were just talking. He’s better than he was.
S: My boy was there. He said he saw a star. Or a lady – he wasn’t sure.
Me: Bedlam can be both – tell him he has good sight.
S: … How is he?
Me: Not pleased with me. But he’s breathing easier and doesn’t look so haggard.
S: I’ll let the family know.
Me: Thank you. (I go to take the ring away from the board when it jolts as if changing gears, so I centre my thoughts and pay attention again.)
Me: Sorry – I lost the connection. Tiresias knocked the ring from the board.
H: …. the cats aaaaa….
Me: Your chittens? (H nods) Well, cats always know the way to Bubastis, and anywhere else they need to go. If I ask Bedlam to let them know where you are I’m sure they’ll find their way?
H: …please darlin’.
Me: You think Gin and her brood won’t find you? Of course she will! … I can’t stay awake – I’m sorry. Love you though.
H: Aaaaaa love you girl.
Source: Tales of Necromancy
18 Jun, 2020
May 2020 #12
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