Blue Heart

The Queen wiped her tears away, and waited for her Herald to say something more. But as he sipped his tea, she shook her head.

'Is that all?' she demanded. 'Just that? A mystery?'

'There is a little more,' the Herald said, putting down his own cup. 'One version of the story tells that the messenger took their prayers to the goddess, and it was She who made the storm and took the girl to her side. Another says that the man was only a man, but also a great and powerful mage, who used his magic to bring the storm and save the girl, and that he took her to his palace to live in peace. The last version says also that the man was a mage, but that he was heart-friends with the strange and mysterious Tayledras — that he begged their help, and it was they who sent the storm and took the girl to their homes above the trees, where she was loved, protected, and happy for the rest of her days.'

'Tayledras?' the Queen replied. And she wondered; did Elspeth know of this legend? She was with the Tayledras, even now. Did she know the real ending to the story?

'The one thing that all three legends agree upon,' the Herald continued, 'is that whether it was a goddess, a mage, or the Tayledras, whoever took Pilane created a butterfly to take her place and remind those who loved her of her beauty, her goodness, and her own sacrifice to save them. They call it the 'Blue Heart' and it is a butterfly, they say, that lives only in early winter, after the first snow and only during the full moon. And they say this was done so that the memory of Pilane and all she was would never be lost to the mountains.'

He sighed, and was quiet for a few heartbeats.

'And that ends my story, Your Majesty,' he said at last.

'It's a lovely story,' Selenay replied, lost in thought for a moment. Then something occurred to her, and she sat straight up in her chair. 'The girl's name — it was Pilane] and that's your Companion's name!'

The Herald grinned a little shamefacedly. 'It means 'butterfly' in a very old mountain dialect,' he chuckled. 'Which may be the reason why he has made himself into an expert on the little creatures.'

But Selenay had another reason for laughter. 'You mean that he had you two out in the snows of the mountains chasing a legend!' she laughed. 'A butterfly — that is only a legend — out in snow and moonlight — in White Foal Pass?'

When she finished, tears of laughter were bright hi her eyes, and she was holding her side.

'You — the most dangerous man in the Circle — chasing snow-butterflies in the moonlight!'

He hung his head sheepishly. 'I am afraid so, Majesty,' he replied. 'And with your leave, I really must go.”

The Queen waved her answer weakly from her chair, laughing soundlessly.

As he stood and turned to leave, the Herald placed a small package on the table beside her cup. 'A gift, Your Majesty,' he said. Then he was gone, the door closing behind him.

After several moments, the Queen wiped her eyes, and got herself back under control. She picked up the package, curiosity overcoming her laughter. The Herald's gifts were rare, but fortunately were seldom as sinister as his 'stories' could be.

Inside a wrapping of soft gray woolen cloth she found a carved, wooden presentation case for a hand-sized book, a case she opened with the key taken from the ribbon tied around it.

In the right side was a black-velvet-lined recess, containing a thin book. In raised silver letters on the elegant white leather cover were the words, The Blue Heart and beneath them, C. Pilane.

In the left side of the box was a glass-covered velvet-lined display case.

Positioned carefully on the black velvet was a butterfly. Each wing was no larger than her two thumbnails together. The wings were the color of molten silver, with an oblong blue spot on either side of the creature's slender body. Those marks, when seen with the wings fully opened as they were displayed, made the shape of a heart.

A heart as blue as a Companion's eyes, or the color of the clear winter sky.

The End