Claudia seemed unsurprised at Jelena’s revelation. “If Ruby dares t’ try an’ denounce you, I’ll strangle ‘er with me bare hands,” she said. She sniffled and wiped her eyes on her apron.
“ Now do you see why I’ve got to leave here and go north, into the country of the elves?” Jelena brushed a strand of Claudia’s gray hair away from her watering eyes. “I won’t be going alone, though. Magnes has offered to come with me. He’s promised to help me find my father.”
Claudia nodded, as if coming to a decision. Her expression settled into one of quiet resignation as she rose and went to her chest. Lifting the lid, she shoved aside its contents and reached deep within, drawing forth a leather pouch. Wordlessly, she dropped the pouch into Jelena’s cupped hands.
“ What is this, Heartmother?” Jelena asked.
“ Open it, child. There be somethin’ inside that belongs to you, somethin’ you’ll need on yer search.” Jelena loosened the thongs holding the pouch shut and upended it onto her palm. A small metal object fell out.
It was a man’s signet ring, crafted of heavy white gold with an inlay of black stone. The figure of a griffin, also wrought in white gold, had been intricately worked into the center of the stone. Jelena held the ring up so that it could catch the light from the lamps. The craftsmanship of the ring was exquisite, and she knew that it could have only graced the hand of a nobleman.
Jelena looked into Claudia’s eyes and saw the truth. “This ring belonged to my father,” she whispered.
“ Aye, that it did, my lamb. Yer mother gave it into my keeping on the day you were born. Told me I wasn’t to give it t’you ‘til you were ready. Ay, gods, I knew this day would come!” Claudia lowered her bulk onto a sturdy wooden stool, clutching at her lower back and wincing in pain.
“ I’ve a story t’tell ye, child. Yer mother told it t’me whilst I cared for her durin’ her confinement. It seems that, one day yer mother was out walkin’ in th’ woods when she came upon a young man who needed her help.”
As Claudia spoke, Jelena rolled the ring between her fingers, feeling its weight, trying to imagine the man who had worn it. Claudia told the story of how Drucilla, Jelena’s mother, had found a man half out of his mind from pain and thirst, lying at the bottom of a ravine. When she drew closer and saw what he was, she almost fled. All of the stories she had been told, every supposed truth the priests preached about elvenkind warred in her brain with her instinct to aid a fellow living being in dire need.
In the end, she did not flee. She brought the man water instead, holding his head steady so he could drink. It calmed him and brought him back to his senses.
“ Yer mam could hardly believe her ears when th’elf spoke to her in Soldaran! He told her that his leg was broke, an’ that he needed her help. Seems he’d been tryin’ t’ get away from a patrol when his horse spooked and throwed him into the dry stream. He’d banged his head on a rock and knocked hisself senseless. Been there for days, in the summer heat, with no water and a busted leg.”
Drucilla knew of a small hut in the woods close by, occasionally used by the gamekeepers when they needed to stay out overnight. She would take the man there-if she could get him to his feet and moving-but in order to do that, his leg would need a splint.
“ She had no way at hand t’ make such a thing, but she knew she could get some boards an’ cloth back at th’ castle, so she left him with her waterskin an’ a promise t’ return.” Here, Claudia paused in her narrative.
“ Go on, Heartmother,” Jelena urged.
“ Patience, my girl. I’m an old woman, an’ all this happened a long time ago. I want t’ get it all straight in the tellin’” Claudia replied. “Now, where was I?”
It took some doing, but Drucilla managed to gather up the things she needed for the splint, as well as some food. She was, after all, the duke’s sister, and no one would dare to question her. Afternoon had turned to dusk by the time she returned, and the man seemed to be either asleep or unconscious.
“ Yer mam said she just sat for a bit, starin’ at him. She’d never seen a man so fair… As beautiful as the gods must be. After a while, he woke up and caught her lookin’ at him. He said not a word, just smiled, and my Dru fell in love.”
“ Did my mother describe him to you? Did she tell you exactly what he looked like?” Jelena eagerly asked.
“ She said he had eyes the color of the sky in winter… her exact words!” Claudia chuckled. “And dark hair shot through with silver, like an aging man’s, ‘cept that his face was that of a young man. That’s all she could say of his looks, other than he was beautiful in a way no human man could be.”
Claudia continued her narrative.
“ Well, Drucilla told me she was able t’make a splint from the things she’d taken from the castle.” She found a fallen branch for him to lean on, and with that, and her help, the man could stand, then walk. Many times during the long, slow, journey to the gamekeeper’s hut, the man had to stop and rest. Pain, hunger, and thirst had sapped his strength.
“ By th’ time they reached the hut, the poor man was just about done in, and yer mother could barely hold him up.” Claudia raised her hand to her mouth and coughed. Grimacing, she waved towards a little shelf upon which sat a plain, ceramic jar and two cups. “Bring me some o’ that water, child. My throat is parched of a sudden.” Jelena quickly complied, and after Claudia had taken a drink, she continued her story.
“ Well, she got him settled and took a closer look at his leg. There weren’t no bones sticking out through the skin, lucky for him, tho’ it were a bad break just the same.”
The man had fallen unconscious, and Drucilla took the chance to re-do the splint, cutting his boot off with his own knife beforehand.
“ The hut was bare, not much but a cot, a table, and a stool. No fuel for a fire, no blankets, no food. She’d have to bring everything the man would need from the castle without anyone, ‘specially her brother, findin’ out. And, she’d have to pray that none of the gamekeepers came along and discovered her elf.”
“ Yer mam was very clever and careful,” Claudia continued. “It took her several trips, but she managed to bring everything she’d need to care for the man proper like. He was helpless as a little babe, an’ he didn’t say much those first few days, mainly please and thank you, but as time passed and he grew stronger, she got him to talk to her.”
“ He said he was a traveler, out t’ see the world before he had to take up his official duties. What those duties were, he never told. He’d wandered by mistake into our country. As soon as he got his strength back, he said, he would have to leave and get back ‘cross the border into his own land. He seemed very worried ‘bout what might happen to them both should he be found. Dru told him not to fret, that she’d take care of him.”
“ Did my mother tell you his name?” Jelena asked.
“ She said his name was Zin,” Claudia answered. “Not much to it, but that’s what he told her. Anyways, th’ two of them had a lot of time to talk together. He spoke very good Soldaran, and told Dru many, many interestin’ things about his homeland. There’s just somethin’ about bein’ that close to another person, taking care of ‘em and all. It brings up things… feelings that might not otherwise be brought up, if you catch my meaning.”
Jelena tried to imagine her mother’s thoughts and feelings. The danger and excitement of knowingly breaking one of society’s most important taboos, combined with the powerful physical urges of young womanhood-such a heady potion had obviously proved impossible to resist.
“ She must have confessed her feelings to him at some point, otherwise…” Jelena began, barely able to keep her own excitement in check. For the first time in her life, she felt a genuine connection to both of the people who had come together to create her.
“ Aye, she did. How could she not? She was so young and trusting. She believed him when he said he loved her, too.”
“ Are you saying that you think Zin lied to my mother just to have her?” Jelena asked, a little miffed that Claudia might make such a suggestion. “Why would he do such a thing after all she’d done for him?”
“ No, no, child! I’m not sayin’ that at all. We can never know what was in Zin’s heart, not truly. He had a beautiful young girl in love with him. He was a man, after all, even tho’ he weren’t human. I hope he meant what he said. Anyway, the two of them just did what came natural ‘tween a man an’ woman.”
“ Not according to the priests and just about everybody else! Haven’t you heard? Elves are supposed to be soulless and unclean,” Jelena retorted sarcastically. “My mother committed an act of abomination when she lay with my father!” Her anger tasted of bitter gall on her tongue.
“ I never believed that nonsense, child, an’ the gods know I tried to raise you to not believe it. Yer cousin Magnes, good man that he is, doesn’t believe it, either.” Claudia took another drink from her cup and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.
“ So, what finally became of Zin?” Jelena asked.
