“The two of you are the first outsiders, other than Diten, who can get herself invited anywhere, to be welcomed into our camp since Thomas disappeared.” Jonah pointed to a clearing where a dozen tables were covered in plates of bread and bowls of stew. “Sit anywhere,” he said. “I have to go guard the camp during the meal.” He tapped the sword hanging from his belt. “I’ll eat later. Enjoy your meal.”
Diten sat alone at a table. She waved for them to join her.
“We don’t know anyone else,” Heather said, sighing, almost growling. Still, she walked to the table where Diten sat. Charles did as well.
Diten bowed her head as they sat, Heather across from Diten and Charles next to Heather. “Welcome,” Diten said.
“Jonah said you didn’t know Charles, but everyone else seems to know him as someone else,” Heather said.
“No one here is old enough to know Kehet,” Diten said. “This is my twenty third summer. The Gypsies are all human; none could live the thousand years it’s been since Kehet disappeared.”
“But you recognize him?” Heather asked.
“Kehet was a strong handsome blonde man, as pleasing as any to look upon,” Diten said. “I’ve seen a lot of beautiful people, but none match Charles. He could only be Kehet.”
Charles had started to eat the bowl of stew, but on hearing Diten’s words, he choked. He had to turn away from the table for fear he’d lose control of what he’d been chewing.
“I’ve always thought he was cute,” Heather said, “But not the most handsome man in the world.”
“I suppose it’s a matter of taste,” Diten said. “Still, he looks just like the old statues and paintings. Usually those are idealized, but in Kehet’s case, they don’t do him justice.”
Having given up on eating, Charles had his mouth free to ask, “Statues? Paintings?”
“You’re the king of an entire species,” Diten said. “Of course there are statues and paintings and stories and…well, everything you’d expect.”
“The queen called me the prince, not the king,” Charles said.
“The Unicorns had a king once, but he died, since then they’ve only had a prince, but don’t be fooled by the title, in every aspect you are the absolute monarch of your entire species.”
“I’m still not convinced I’m not human,” Charles said.
“I could prove it,” Diten said. “It might hurt, but I could prove it. If I’m wrong, don’t worry, I’m the chosen of Beldithe, I can heal you.”
“Oh, damn,” Heather said. She sighed and rolled her eyes at the mention of the Goddess of Love’s name.
“Chosen?” Charles asked.
“It’s a misleading title,” Diten said. “The goddess didn’t choose me. I inherited it from my mother, who inherited it from hers and the chain goes back for thousands of years. We each have a single daughter who takes over the position upon coming of age. We are the highest of the High Priestesses of Beldithe.”
“Have you met her?” Heather asked. Charles was about to ask the same question but Heather beat her to it. “I’ve never known anyone who’s actually met a god.”
“I said I’m her Chosen,” Diten said. “I spend the majority of my time in her presence. I guess I should tell you, Heather, that you’re not exactly correct in thinking you’ve never known anyone who’s met a god. Kehet is, according to legend, not only a god, but one of the twelve founders.”
“We’re all Maia worshippers in Blackstone,” Charles said. “We barely speak of the other gods. What is a Founder?”
“The twelve original gods: Kehet is one, so are Beldithe and Maia,” the Chosen said. “Seven of other nine are Osris, Lord of Demia, Takel, the war god, Reina the goddess of the home, Caro, Lord of Paradise, Feasle the Crafter, Temistar the Huntress, and Theris, the goddess of knowledge. Then there are two whose names are lost to the mortals of the world. I’ve met all the gods I can name except for Temistar and Osris. Hang around the Temple District in Melnith for any length of time and you’ll see a few of them.”
Charles looked at Heather. She looked thoughtful. He’d expected her to seem as confused as he felt. “Kehet, me? I am an original god? I’m too young to be this Kehet. I am barely in my twenties.”
“Are you sure?” Diten said.
“I…,” Charles couldn’t be sure. He had only three years of memories. If he’d lost his memories, there really was no telling how old he was.
“For all we know he’s barely three years old,” Heather said, laughing as if she’d made a joke.
Charles couldn’t see the humor. Maybe he was only three. He couldn’t think of any true reasons to believe he was or wasn’t any particular age.
“If he were just a Unicorn and three, he could look like this.” Diten gestured to Charles. “Unicorns age very fast to maturity then live a thousand years or more. But you found him like this. Tell me, has he aged, gained or lost weight, or shaven since you found him.”
“I’ve never needed to shave,” Charles said. “I’ve never even had to cut my hair.” He undid his ponytail, letting his hair fall across his shoulders.
“He still looks exactly the same as he did when I found him,” Heather said. “Then again, so do I.”
“But you trim your hair when the ends get too frizzy?” Diten asked. “I’m the Chosen of the Goddess of Beauty and even I have to trim the ends of my hair twice a year.”
Heather nodded but was examining the ends of Charles’ hair. “No damaged ends,” she said. “I guess there wouldn’t be since it has all grown back since I burnt it away.”
“You what?” Diten asked.
“Everyone else knows already,” Heather said. “I exploded and burned away our entire town, including Charles, but he healed somehow.”
“Hair doesn’t heal,” Diten said. “Hair is dead matter. It cannot be healed. Unicorns do regenerate, but they have to grow their hair back over time. Kehet is something much more than a man, even much more than a Unicorn.”
“I’m starting to believe you,” Heather said.
“I don’t know what to believe,” Charles said. Everything the priestess had told him made sense, but it was just too much. He couldn’t fathom being a god. “Could we sleep on this before we discuss it further?”
“When you say ‘we’ do you mean you and I, you and Heather or the three of us sleeping together?” Diten put an unusual inflection on the word sleeping. Charles was stunned. He wasn’t sure if he’d been propositioned or not.
Heather’s chuckle was clearly forced, but she answered, “It’ll just be me and Kehet tonight, thanks. Where are we going to sleep anyway?”
Charles noticed she’d used the name which Diten and the Queen had called him. She really was starting to believe.
“That carriage over there is yours. Mine is the one next door, so if you change your minds, you know where to find me.” Diten pointed to a carriage just off the dining clearing. The one she’d indicated as theirs was painted white and a very royal shade of purple. “If you ever find yourself in need of companionship, and I mean ever, just knock on my wagon door.”
“You might be crossing the line into rudeness,” Heather said. “I know of your goddess’ ways so I can only assume your morality matches hers. Kehet is quite taken.”
“I’d only be rude if my offer was only to one of you,” Diten said with a mischievous smile and giggle. She then left the table and headed off into the Gypsy camp, away from their wagons.
Heather grabbed Charles’s tunic and dragged him toward their carriage. “Don’t plan on accepting her offer, ever. And I mean ever,” she said, mimicking Diten’s voice.
CHAPTER 17: PANTROS
When the carriage arrived at the palace gates a man in an ornate guard’s uniform approached one of the doors. Estephan stepped out of the carriage and met the guard. Pantros could hear the conversation through the
