Jana, Episode 14

Jana washed, dressed, took down her tent, and joined her riders for breakfast.  Ianthe arrived, escorted by the beautiful Chief’s daughter.  As Ianthe came to give Jana a chaste little embrace, the other girl flirted with the men, stealing morsels from their plates.  Ianthe was given a plate, they ate fast, and got ready to leave.  As they rode out, Leila ran out to them, and pressed a little bundle into Jana’s hand, her eyes shining with love.  Jana felt as if she had been kissed by those eyes.

They were soon off at a gallop, Ianthe easily keeping up with them.
“Who was that?” Ianthe asked, as they walked their horses at noon.
“I’m sure you can guess,” Jana smiled.
“Oh.”  Ianthe’s eyes searched her face so long that her horse nudged her hand impatiently.  She rubbed his side, absently.
“Jana… it was unbelievable… there were such feelings…”
“I know!”
“It isn’t simple, is it?”  Ianthe blushed and dropped her eyes, then looked back out of the corner of her eyes, a unique, sensuous gesture.
“A lot to learn, in so short a time,” Jana agreed, uncomfortably.  It was disconcerting to have known two women so intimately.

They rode hard, and arrived late at the city of the Horse People.  Having looked after the horses, Jana had been instructed to come to the palace however late she came.  It was expected, of course, that Jana would be brought in a cart or wagon, and not in charge of the King’s Own.
“What’s this!  You are well, and smiling … and who is this?”
Jana saluted and bowed.  “I present her highness, Princess Ianthe of Heliopolis, my lord King!  Your Highness!”
Dressed once again in her riding habit, Ianthe curtsied and raised her hands, palms upward, to the King.
“What a wonderful surprise!  Come, let us sit, and you must tell us everything!  Bring food, and water and wine!”

The King first cross-examined Jana about her condition.
“It was deep shame, my lord King…so many years in your service, and I am not yet blooded!  As a warrior, I am a failure.  I kept my lady alive, but the Queen is dead… it was my foolishness that caused it!  Stupidity!  I should have simply ridden for help, and kept them all safe in the palace.”
“Think carefully, Jana.  If you had to do it again, what would you do this time?”
Jana’s eyes turned inwards in thought, and the King was amused to see the princess do exactly the same.  They looked up at the same time.
“Jana, you first.”
“Perhaps what the  Captain did; to send a small force into the Western Province, to investigate.  But we felt it would be aggression!”
“And your highness?”
“I thought Jana’s suggestion of staying safe in the palace, and sending for help and advice was a good one, your majesty!”
The King smiled, pleased at her tact and honesty.  “Both good suggestions,” he said, nodding.  “Direct action, with caution.  You could have done both.  The Queen lost her temper, and paid the price.  Your mother had a great heart, Ianthe.  She despised that man, and it was a good way to die.  It is good to have a hero, though sometimes the sacrifice is too great for us to bear.”

Jana sat quietly, feeling out of her depth.  For a year she had treated with the Queen, almost as an equal.  But now, she wondered whether she had deceived herself into thinking herself wiser than she really was.  She was the princess’s secret lover, a lowly horse officer, not fit to sit with the King.
“Your brother was mightily enamored of our Jana, here,” the King said, apropos of nothing.  Ianthe blushed furiously.  “Has he grown out of it, or does he intend to capitalize on the lack of parental restraint?”
Jana looked on the King with deep reproach.  He laughed heartily and long.
“It was a mistake to send me, your majesty,” said Jana.  “It would have been better for all if I had remained, and the prince had forgotten his…ill-advised fancy for me!”  The King stopped laughing, seeing that Jana was close to tears.  “It was one mistake after another!”  Her mouth trembled, and for a while it appeared that Jana would burst into tears.  Then she calmed herself.  “If I had know who he was… I would have been careful.”
Ianthe listened patiently and wide-eyed to Jana’s bitter tirade, and only then raised her eyes to the King.  He now nodded for her to speak.
“On the contrary, Sire.  She saved all our lives at least once!  Ask her to deny it if she can!  All of us from poisoning.  From a prowler.  From wild cats.  From a runaway horse!”  Ianthe fought her emotions.  “She saved us, without killing anyone, without battle, but with courage and patience.  And she kept me from being murdered!”  She swallowed hard.  “Our debt to you is great indeed, Sire, for sending her to us!”
“What was the agreement, Jana?”
“What agreement, my lord?”
“You were put on detached duty, were you not?”
“Oh.  Under the personal command of the Queen herself.”
“We can consider that her death releases you.  It wasn’t limited in duration, was it?  It was until she discharged you.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“So you were put in command of the King’s Own, troop which was sent out with Captain Vila.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Then I confirm your appointment to the King’s Own, with rank of First Horse Officer.  Serve with pride, officer Jana!”
Jana got to her feet, bowed and saluted.
“Ianthe, come…”  Ianthe looked stunned.  “What’s the matter?”
“Sire… I …”
“Let Jana go, dear; we can talk afterwards.  Jana, have her things brought inside, please.  Give my regards to your good parents!”  Jana bowed and marched out, her face inscrutable.

“Come, Ianthe.  Oh, you remind me so much of your mother!  Why, child?  Why are you trembling?”
Ianthe could bear it no longer.  All her woes rose up and pounded on her at once.  She simply dissolved into tears, and the King held her while she cried herself out, and murmured soft words of comfort.  If he had an inkling of one of her problems, he wisely said nothing at that time.  He conducted her to the room she had been assigned, and showed her the bath that was attached, ready with water being heated for her bath.  He persuaded her to bathe, and seek him out when she was done.

Ianthe finally made herself smile to the maid who bathed her and helped her change.  In every way, the Horse People were as warm and as kindly as her own.  She sat and thought for a while, pecking at the plate of food that had been brought for her.  Presently she decided to go looking for the King.

She found the King looking for snacks in the kitchen.  She laughed at the guilty look he gave her.  They sat down companiably at a table, with a bowl of dried fruit.
“Your mother is dead, your brother is in love with a girl of the Horse People…and you have no one to talk to, except this Jana.  Is that most of it?”
“Yes, Sire.”
“What happens to this Duke?”
“The dungeons, I think,” said she.
“Good.  Who will run the duchy?”
“There is a son, Sire.”
“Do you like him?”  She shook her head.  The King shook his head in sympathy.  “Chances are, he was trying to put this fellow on the throne, you know.  There will be trouble as long as he’s alive.  Get rid of him.”  Ianthe’s eyes opened wide.  The King calmly ate a fig.
“My best friend Penelope is a grand niece, Sire.”
“How old is she?”
“My age, Sire, fourteen.”
The King’s eyes popped.  “My goodness!  I thought you were sixteen!”  Ianthe shook her head.  “Then it has to be Nicholas,” said the King, looking defeated.  He sincerely wanted the girl on the throne.
“Stefan, Sire.”
“What did I say?”
“Nicholas.”
“I’m sorry: Stefan.  I must think…”
They ate a good deal of fruit while they thought in silence.

Jana, Episode 13

The Horse People had only one city.  The people migrated in moving villages, which settled for a few weeks in one spot, and moved a few dozen miles to another spot, and so on.  There was such a village in the Eastern plains, and they headed there, according to the Captain’s instructions.  In contrast to the road through the Southern forest, it was an easy ride through the plains, with the wind blowing softly through the grasses, and herds of grazing beasts stopping to watch them pass.

“Oh, this is lovely!” exclaimed Ianthe, all glowing from the ride, and a little red from the sun.  They rubbed down the horses, and let them drink at the stream.  There was bread and cold chicken, brought from Heliopolis, and Queen Ione’s wine, drunk well watered.  The men stood round and admired the young princess silently, as she in turn smiled round at them.

“They’re very polite,” she observed, in a low voice to Jana.

“Your dignity brings out the best in them!”

“How much farther?”

“Before sunset.  You can sleep in comfort.”

“I don’t want comfort!  I want to sleep on the ground!”  With you, she added, silently, and Jana could hear the words, so well did she know this woman.

They mounted, and rode again.  Jana had a basket of apple wedges, and every once in a while Ianthe would ride up for a few pieces to munch on, some of which her horse was given.

As the sky turned to gold, a large cluster of tents appeared in the South East; they were there.  They were soon surrounded by a crowd of children, all excited to see the King’s Own, and its handsome Horse Officer.

Jana and Ianthe gave over their horses, and were led to the Chief, a handsome man of about thirty.  A young rider walked behind them, with Ianthe’s pack.

She was made welcome, as a princess and a guest, and conducted to t a comfortable room, hung with beautiful fabric, and containing a comfortable bed of wood and leather.  There were two bright-eyed girls of about ten or twelve to attend her.  The chieftain bid her be comfortable, and left, and his wife came in, a lovely woman, beautifully dressed in the style of the Horse-People, with gold jewelry on her fingers and wrists and toes and ears.  A bath was brought into an adjoining room.

“How do you say: thank you very much?”

Jana told her, and the hostess and the girls laughed merrily, and chorused a response.

“Will they want to wash me?”

“Yes.  Will you mind?”

“No.  Where will you sleep?”

“I will tent with the men!”

“Please!  I want you here!”

“Certainly!” said the Chief’s wife, laughing at Ianthe’s startlement that she could speak the language of the Northerners.  “Here, this room next door is available.  The tents are large!”

Jana thanked them, and their hostess left them with the young girls.  Taking the pack from the rider, Jana murmured some instructions, and he left after a brief discussion, and a deep bow to the princess, and a salute to his officer.

While Ianthe bathed and supped with the Chief and his family, Jana washed in the stream with the men.  Ironically, she was not now embarrassed to strip to her breech-clout and bathe with the others; as an officer, none of the others would dare to be too familiar with her.  They were brought a hearty supper, during which a number of girls ran up to dance for them, with a host of musicians to accompany them.  The King’s Own would be the center of the night’s entertainment.

The fire was built up, and the crowd gathered.  The music started, and the girls danced!  Oh what a dance it was!  None could dance as the women of the Horse People.  There was pride, boundless energy, and a perfect sense of rhythm.  Jana was seated on a chair, and the King’s Own sat on low stools on either side of her, cheering on the dancers.  Jana was dressed in women’s clothes, a long colorful dress of silk and a brown surplice.  There were two more girls in the King’s Own, now, and they, too, wore civilian clothes.

Jana noticed a disturbance at the back, in the direction of the tents of the Chief.  She craned her neck to see what it was about, and who should appear but Ianthe.  She wore a simple, brief white chiton, edged in blue.  But she had been given rings, bracelets and earrings, like the horse-people, and oh, how it lit up her face!  The brief robes showed off her slim legs to perfection.  The crowd rose to its feet, as did Jana, and the music and dancing stopped.  Ianthe slowed to a halt, embarrassed.  “Oh, please continue!” she said, her clear voice ringing through the respectful silence.  Blushing, she urged them with her hands, and hurried to where Jana waited, astonished by this change in Ianthe.

The mood relaxed, at Ianthe’s encouragement, and the hubbub slowly resumed.  A wide path was quickly cleared for the Princess, and a chair was found for her, right between Jana and her fellow female riders of the King’s Own.  The women of the Horse People were protective of each other!

The dancers huddled together, whispering among themselves, eyes round in admiration of the foreign princess.  Her simple, spare costume was in stark contrast to their own styles of layered silk robes which flattered their figures in a different way.  The soft, light stola that Ianthe had worn over her arm had many uses.  To Jana’s surprise, Ianthe curtseyed to her with a smile, took her seat gracefully, and covered her legs with the stola, to the disappointment of the men.  Having seated her, Jana resumed her seat with a quick comradely smile to her men.  The dancing resumed, with a little more restraint, for the moment

It was soon apparent to Jana that Ianthe was not embarrassed at showing her admiration for the women.  In the restricted Palace community in which Jana had spent most of her time, she had little opportunity to see Ianthe in a social setting with both men and women.  Early on, there had been a few social events, mostly involving the friends of the two children, and their families.  After the death of Cook, only Penelope had visited.

Ianthe and Penelope were very close and intimate, but what appeared to be sex play between them could just as well have been high spirits.  Now Jana cautiously observed Ianthe admiring the dancers, openly and innocently.  The dance was very sensuous, though not suggestive or lewd, and Jana saw the girls make eye contact with the princess, smiling with amusement, where there was something more when they smiled at a man, or even at Jana.

“How beautifully they dance!” she exclaimed.  Jana nodded, smiling.  “Can you do them?” she asked, meaning to ask whether Jana knew all the dances.

“Not all,” admitted Jana.  “There are some that we all learn, though.”

Her opportunity came soon.  As the dance was called, the two female riders rose, eager-eyed, and turned to Jana in invitation.

“I will dance this one!” she said to Ianthe, who nodded in excited anticipation.

The girls put Jana in the middle of the square of fifteen dancers; tall girls were always put in the middle, where they could be seen anyway.  It was a dance involving hops and claps and eye-movements, enacting a story, which was sung by a sweet-voiced girl who kept time with a pair of small cymbals.  Ianthe watched Jana’s supple, controlled movements, hardly breathing.  She was no longer the fierce soldier, but a playful, fun-loving woman of the Horse People, utterly at home among them, vital, full of life, beautiful.  Here she was a horse ---they were all horses--- here she was a hunter, drawing a bow!  Here she was a deer, oh, she was hit!  And now she was a maiden, dying!

“Oh, beautiful, beautiful!” Ianthe cried out with pleasure and admiration, and leaped to her feet applauding.  There was general appreciation as the dancers embraced each other and took their seats, flushed and out of breath.

“Did you like it?”

“I loved it!  Is it hard to learn?”

“Oh no, we teach it to little girls of six!”

“I don’t believe it!” exclaimed Ianthe to the two youngsters on her other side.

“Oh yes,” insisted one.  “A little at a time, and they know it when they are seven or eight!  It is a girl’s dance.”

Ianthe was chatting away with the girls, and Jana watched them, a strange pleasure in her breast.  She longed to draw Ianthe into an embrace, and hold her tight, but to sit by her was almost as good.

Wine was served, and the fire fell low, and easily, with no awkwardness, mothers collected their young children and their husbands, waved quiet greetings to the younger adults, and slipped away.  The light was dim, the music was softer, and the dances were more sultry.

To her discomfiture, Jana was the focus of the dancing now.  Three girls danced, moving round the circle, far more sensuous than thus far. They mimed arousal, need and ecstasy, but never sex.  The most beautiful of them, a proud green-eyed girl, had one of the most perfect bodies that Jana had seen, and her fiery eyes dared Jana to desire her.  Jana sat, mesmerized, while around her both men and women moaned in admiration, shaking their heads in wonder.  As the dance ended, the green-eyed girl made a graceful reverence to Jana and Ianthe, and ran round the circle to the path leading to the tents.

“How can I compete with that?” Ianthe murmured.  Next to her the two girl riders whispered to each other excitedly, and turned to Ianthe with some tidbit.  Jana drew a labored breath.  The men next to her smiled.  Somehow she was one of them, now, despite her feminine garments.

“It’s all too much for me,” Jana said, rising slowly to her feet, shaking out her skirts.  It felt strange to feel the fabric in her hands, to feel like a woman again.

“We will come to our tents soon, lady,” they assured her.  “The dancing is almost over!”

“But these are the best ones, coming up!” they laughed.  Jana shook her head, laughing with them.  Often these last few dances were very daring, Jana knew, and she was not in the mood to put herself through that particular experience.

The riders made space for Jana to depart, and Ianthe caught her hand, and rose to follow her, to the disappointment of the men.  Her fair legs glistened in the dim firelight.

“Shall I take you inside?” Jana asked, her heart full of tenderness.  In her mind, Jana was clear that the destiny of the princess was not with Jana, but she did not have the strength to deny herself these precious moments with her, where they pretended that they would be together forever this way.

“No… let’s walk about for a while, please!”

They walked into the darkness, hand in hand.  The moon was just rising, but only the bright starlight lit the plains.

“You’re not coming to my bed, are you.”

“No… not tonight, my princess!  I---I can’t tonight!”

“Is it me?”

“It is more the men,” Jana said.  “It will be awkward.”

“You swore your love to me!”

“I remember!”

“Do you regret it, now?”

Ianthe gazed into Jana’s familiar oval face, her bread forehead, the neatly parted and tied hair, the strong, dense, level brows, the eyes, full of love, framed with those long, blonde eyelashes, the long nose, the full, perfect, kissable lips, the ears with soft, sensuous earlobes.  Ianthe clung to the big, gentle hands.

“No!” said Jana, forgetting everything.  “It is the most precious thing in my heart!  Look inside you!  You will know that I love you!”

It was true.  Jana was nothing if not steadfast.

She raised her mouth to Jana, and they kissed.  Oh, such a kiss!

Hearing a rustle behind her, she turned.  A figure in billowing robes was hurrying towards them.

“Come, Highness,” a sweet voice called.  The Horse People’s women had such sweet voices!  “Your bed is ready!”  The woman stopped a little distance away, allowing them their privacy.

Without a word, Ianthe slowly disengaged, and joined her guide, and they set off together for the Chief’s tent.

Jana slowly turned towards her own tent.  It was a comfortable enough tent, a larger one than those shared by the riders.  A shadow rose from the floor.

“Lady,” said a soft, feminine voice, “the Chief sent me.”

Jana felt her ears burn.

“I’m a woman, and I don’t need what you offer, girl.”

She approached, and taking Jana’s hand, began removing the heavy bracelets.  “I have been with women, Lady… if you are uncomfortable, I will depart, and send a man in my place.”

Her hands were soft, soft, and even as they undid her earrings, they soothed her.

“You are warm…I will cool you,” she said softly.  The surplice came off, and the dress.  “You dance beautifully!”

“Did you dance?”

“Yes… I smiled at you, but we all smiled at you!”

“What’s your name, girl?”

“Leila, my Lady… oh, you are so beautiful…”

Jana was naked now.  The girl was dressed in a thin white cloth tied around her waist.

“The  princess also has company---a woman!”  She took Jana’s hand, and caressed it slowly, slowly.

“Who?”   Jana’s voice was tense.

“The Chief’s daughter herself asked to go to her.  She was very taken with the princess,” said Leila.  She led Jana to the pallet, and dipped a cloth in a bowl of water, and began to wash her.

Despite Ianthe’s creative imagination, when Jana and she had made love it had been simple and direct.  Apart from kissing and cuddling and caressing, they had done little else.  They knew each other’s needs, and their intense love did the rest.  But now Leila pleasured Jana in ways she had never dreamed of. 

It was a long, slow climb.  Seated by Jana who lay on her back, Leila held Jana’s hands in her own, and stroked them over her own breasts, stroking Jana’s palms with her own nipples.

“What is the Chief’s daughter like?” Jana asked, breathlessly.

“Beautiful,” sighed Leila.  “She was the one who danced, just as you left…”

“With big green eyes?”

“Yes, that was she.  Oh, she is a goddess… and when she is aroused… she goes crazy with passion!”

“What will happen to the princess?” gasped Jana.

“No, no; tonight is not a time for passion.  But she will meet passion with passion…it depends on her highness.  There is fire in her eyes, that one.  And she has eyes for only you!”

Rising from the pallet, Leila hesitated.

“Lady, my eyes long to see you!”

Jana looked about, sitting up.  The tent walls were thin, and they could be seen if they lit a lamp inside.  There was a soft murmur of voices all around.

“There are ways to gain some privacy…” Leila retrieved a pile of fabric from a basket, and quickly the tent walls had a second layer of black fabric.  Then Leila lit a lamp.

“Oh my lady!” gasped little Leila, clasping her hands, feasting her eyes on Jana’s body.

Jana, too, saw Leila in the lamplight.  She was a tiny thing, all curves and smooth skin, with bright, hazel eyes, a face that seemed made for fun and smiles, and a body made for love and loving.

“You are so beautiful,” Leila breathed, “a perfect woman!”  She pressed Jana down onto the pallet, ever so gently, and straddled her.  Her eyes glowed with genuine admiration.  This was no glib flattery.  “You are more handsome than a man, more lovely than a woman!”  She leaned forward to kiss Jana, and Jana felt her soft, firm breasts against her own.  “How fortunate is the little princess!”

“You’re beautiful too, Leila, but beauty isn’t everything!”

“Oh…I don’t care…I only care for beauty…and for passion… and pleasure… see, see how you have made me bloom, like a hungry flower!  Touch me!  Feel Leila’s desire!”  Her control was amazing, and her skills incredible.  By the time she had finished making love to the lovelorn Horse officer, Jana was exhausted, simply by responding involuntarily to Leila’s loving attentions.

“Did Leila make you happy?”

“Turn out the light, and come back here.”

“Please!  Tell me!” she whispered.

Jana held her close.  “Yes, I will never forget you!  If not for the princess…”

“Oh, my heart is already given to another,” she said regretfully.  “I cannot tell you to whom!”

“I can guess,” said Jana, drily.

Leila froze, comically alarmed.  “Who is it?”

“If you don’t know, who knows?”

“Tell me! ”

“The Chief’s daughter, of course!”

“Yes… it is obvious…” she caressed Jana’s breast.  “You are both so different… you’re so innocent, you don’t know how beautiful you are!”

“My parents have bequeathed to me a healthy body, that’s all.”

“Yes!” Leila breathed.  “Oh, how I love you, my lady!”  She tenderly stroked Jana’s face, sighing.  “Are you pledged to the lady princess?”

“Yes.”

Another sigh.  “My love refused my pledge, Lady.  But still, I love her.”  Yet another sigh.  “Do you have need of a maid, ---a stable girl,---a cook, a nurse?  I can do anything, my Lady!”

“What need have I for such things, Leila?  How will I ever have a child?  I will live on a horse forever!”

“If my lady asked me, I would live on a horse forever, gladly!”

“Are you unhappy here, Leila?” asked Jana, gently.

“No, only lovesick, my Lady; it is a sweet pain, but pain, nevertheless!  Once in a while she makes love to me, and she cares for me in her way… but it is agony to see her every day!”  Jana tenderly stroked the girl’s velvety back, and she fell asleep on Jana’s stomach, like a little puppy.

In the wee hours, Jana felt kisses on her face, and when she woke up, Leila was gone.

Jana, Episode 12: Stefan Returns

At that moment, the Horse-People were engaged in a huge battle.  The Royal Guards, closing in on the Duke’s lands had been stunned to discover an enormous militia, outnumbering the Guards by several hundred ---all thieves and mercenaries from diverse regions.  When the Horse People and the Queen had galloped up, they had been told of the impending showdown in the West.  Only Andromache had seen the contingent heading out in the direction of the cabin, had outridden them, and had of course died trying to warn Ianthe and Jana.  No one, outside the witnesses themselves, had an inkling of that incident yet.

The fighting at the Ducal Palace was fierce, and it was nearly midnight when the fortified Palace fell to the Horse-People and the Royal Guard.  The Queen, seething with fury, had joined the fight, despite all advice, and taken an arrow to the chest.  Her guards propped her up, while a healer bound her wound, and she watched the battle, fire in her eyes, but she never saw the end of it.

Meanwhile, with great difficulty, Ianthe had got Jana mounted, and led her horse all the way back to the Palace in Heliopolis, only to see her mother’s bier.

King Ahaz Hears the News

“Tell me everything,” said the King, firmly.  “And quickly; we must hurry!”
  The Captain of the King’s Own faced the King.

“The Queen is dead.”  The King’s face went blank.  “The Duke was attacked savagely, but he clings to life.  The boy arrived just as I left; he has aged much.  There is a girl, of about thirteen.”

“No uncles, aunts?  Older siblings?”

The man shook his head.  “He wanted to collect tolls on the road, and she refused.  Said that she maintained it, and it would be free.”  The King nodded.

He had loved and admired the woman who had ruled the land across the border.  She had fallen to greed and thuggery.  She could have easily avoided the battle!

“How did she die?”

“She had her bow with her, and began shooting.  They say that with twenty-four arrows, she took down twenty-four men!  But she wasn’t armored.  It was our fault!”
“No, no it wasn’t… she was reckless.  What a woman!”  The King wept.  “What a waste!”

Until the King dismissed him, the Captain must wait.  There was no one to see the King’s grief but him.  Having met the Queen Ione, the Captain was not surprised.  He could still see, in his mind’s eye, her extraordinary grey eyes.  He remembered being torn between kneeling before her, and kissing her soft lips.  How alive she had been, as she rode into the City, eyes flashing, cheeks burning!  He could easily imagine the vital young girl she must have been in her youth!

He watched the King in silence, as he wept.  The world mourned Ione, while the Duke wondered where he had failed.  He would never see the enormity of his crime.

“The girl Jana?” asked the King, hopefully.
The Captain heaved a heavy sigh.
“She’s lost her mind, my Lord.  There was a minor skirmish somewhere in the North, and for whatever reasons, the girl was shaken.”  He shrugged.  “The two children are shattered by Jana’s condition.  She had held them together for months, they told me--- poison, sniper attacks…”
“Go back, then.  I want to see for myself, but not until they’re ready.  Otherwise a visit from me will be seen as a threat.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Who is in charge?”
He shrugged.  “I suppose Nicodemus, the Captain of the Royal Guards.”
“Go, but not in uniform.  Help to secure the place.  Send Jana back here.”

Captain Nicodemus stood on the Palace steps and addressed the waiting crowd, reading from a scroll.  He confirmed that the Queen was dead, not from fire, but of an arrow wound.  The Royal heirs were both safe, and until the family announced a succession, the Royal Guard would keep the peace.  He urged them to go about their business, but that silence would be observed all the following day, in honor of the late Queen.

Stefan and Ianthe stood in the watery sunlight, dressed all in white, the color of mourning.  A line of citizens filed past the late Queen’s body, which had been dressed in Royal Blue, her face stern in death.  The line stretched as far as the eye could see.  Nina clung to Ianthe’s skirt, dressed in her customary little white robe, her hair in a white ribbon.  Sophie stood on Ianthe’s other side, also in white.  Jana was behind them, seated, staring straight ahead.  Thousands had pressed the hands of the prince and princess in condolence, and thousands had wept openly.

The children no longer reacted to anything.
Then, a slim, fair-haired young woman stepped forward to kiss each of them.
“Penelope!”
“Oh Ianthe!  I am so, so sorry!”
His eyes full of tears, again, Stefan gently pulled Penelope between them, and took the proffered hand of the next person.  Penny was family.

Late in the afternoon, the there was a military salute to the Queen, and the hundreds of dead guardsmen and Horse People.  Then Stefan, Ianthe, Penelope, Sophie and Nina had to bury the Queen in the family burial-ground just past the inner courtyard.  A marker would be erected in the City cemetery, and the people would lay flowers there.  But the body would lie in the Palace grounds.

“Jana!” cried Ianthe.  But there was no response.  The children threw earth into the grave.  If Jana were herself, she would have been such a help!  But Stefan did it all himself, with Ianthe’s encouragement, and a little help from Sophie.

Jana sat on the steps, expressionless.  Ianthe had had to dress her as if she were a corpse---wash her hair, wipe her dry, tie her breech-clout, pull on her singlet and her tunic, her girdle and her sandals, braid her hair.  She looked a doll, all pretty and neat.  Her muscles were all soft.  Her eyes were vacant.  Ianthe could not love her.  Jana was gone.

In the inner courtyard of the children, Stefan sat next to Jana, held her hand and caressed it, tears pouring down his cheeks.  Penelope looked at Stefan with great sad eyes.
“They’ve sent food, Princess!”
“No.”
“There’s enough for a stew in the larder, my Lady!”
“That’s better.  Come on, Nina.”
“I can’t stand to see Jana, my lady!”  Ianthe only shook her head.  Stefan’s carrying-on disgusted her.  If he would only open his eyes and look at poor Penelope!
She cut the onions viciously.  She knew Jana was inside there, but she wondered what would heal her.

The previous night, having made Jana move her bowels and empty her bladder, Ianthe had cleaned her up and put her to bed.  With little Nina and Sophie by her, she had put her arms round Jana and told her how much she loved her, over and over again.  At times it had seemed as if a cloud crossed her eyes.  But that was all.

They forced Stefan to eat a little of the stew, and they all felt better.
“She’s a beautiful girl,” said Penelope softly.
“Who?” asked Stefan.
“Jana,” replied Penelope.  “Not just her appearance; she was sweet-natured and loving.”
“She isn’t dead, Penny,” Stefan said, a slight edge to his voice.
Penny looked at him.  “I loved her too, Stefan.  We’re all trying to figure it out, each in our own way, that’s all.”  She spoke gently, but firmly.  It was as if Stefan saw her for the first time.
“Why---when did she shut down like this?” Penny asked Ianthe.
“When…when she saw Andromache hacked to death!”

There was a stunned silence, while Ianthe cursed herself silently.  That was the difference between them: Ianthe’s bitterness came out in her speech; Jana kept it bottled inside, and it seared her mind.
“It must have been violent,” Penelope murmured with a shudder.
“Violence?  Rubbish; she taught me to fight, dammit.  Hack, hack, hack; she was plenty violent herself!  Violence was nothing to her!”
“It was the brutality, then; fighters are not brutal, necessarily.  Brutality is a kind of cowardliness.”

Ianthe stared at Penelope.  She couldn’t believe her ears.
Penelope saw her, and turned red.  “I want to help,” she said softly.  “One of you has to be King or Queen, but both of you have to do it together.  You have to think, plan, be as good as adults!  Jana would have helped you, but she can’t!  But the three of us, together, we might be able to do it!”

Ianthe was amazed at her forthrightness.  She was realizing what a staunch friend Penelope had always been, especially during the poisoning period.
“I didn’t mean to be rude, Penny.  I believed your were more intelligent than you liked to appear!”
Penelope laughed, then she sobered.  “If I had learned to shoot with a bow…I could have come to the cabin with you… things might have been different…”
“No,” disagreed Ianthe at once.  “No…I can see it still … Jana was all tensed, horrified… one hand held her bow, and with the other she was pushing me back, into the trees!  She would never have let you be seen… Oh dear gods!  Oh, how bitter it is!”  Ianthe held her head and laid it on the table, and wept bitterly once more, pounding her head in misery.  Stefan watched her, flabbergasted.  Sophie was softly crying, her eyes huge in the lamplight.  Stefan looked at Penelope, confused.  Then a tear rolled down Jana’s cheek, just as they heard a soft knock on the kitchen door.

Captain Vila introduced himself and sat down.  Sophie brought him a bowl of stew.  Jana wept quietly, her face in her hands.

“The King asked about all of you, but was upset about Jana.  She’s crying… it is a good sign, a very good sign,” he said kindly.  “What were you saying that broke through?”

“It’s my belief that she couldn’t keep Ianthe hidden and go to help Andromache at the same time,” said Stefan, and to their surprise, Jana got up, and ran weeping out into the dark courtyard.  Ianthe stood, but Stefan was quicker.  He was out with Jana holding her tenderly.

“Don’t cry, love!  Oh, I can’t bear it!”

“I am a coward, a coward, a coward!  A thousand times a coward!” she sobbed, in utter self-loathing.  Suddenly she stopped.  “I am not worthy of her,” she said, barely in a whisper.

“Of whom?”

“Ianthe.”

“What about me?” demanded Ianthe, hurrying up.

“I …I…I let you down!”

“No, you didn’t” said Ianthe, realizing the awkwardness of the situation.

They were in the dark, Stefan staring jealously at Jana and Ianthe, Ianthe longing to ask Jana some intimate questions, and Jana wondering how to tell Stefan that she could never love him like she loved Ianthe.  And Penelope watched the three of them, while the Captain kept talking to her.

“You’ve grown taller,” said Jana to Stefan through lowered lashes.  Ianthe was surprised, it was so uncharacteristic.  She’s flattering him, not flirting, she told herself.

It worked.

“Really?  It’s possible, I suppose!”

“Penny is watching you!”

Stefan laughed.  “She’s quite a kid!”

Jana picked at her clothes.  “Someone has dressed me beautifully,” she said softly.

“It was me,” said Ianthe.

“You brought me home, and …looked after me.  I remember it like a dream.  Stefan,” she said softly, addressing him, “could you give us a few moments together?”

It was some time later.
“Jana, the King will be relieved, and I am so relieved, we need a new word for how I feel!” said Villa.  They laughed, but it was plainly true.  “Under the circumstances, the King says it is better that he should stay away until there is a new ruler here,” he continued, addressing the young people in general, looking each of them in the eye.  “A good ruler must earn the respect of his or her subjects; a friend to all neighboring lands, and a puppet of none.  You understand?”  They all nodded.  At last, help had arrived.  “Both children of the late Queen are qualified.  And you are both blessed, because neither of you is ambitious, and there are no ambitious older men or women, seeking to influence you!”
“There are, Captain,” said Penelope, in a low voice. “The Duke was my uncle, and there is his son…there may be trouble in the offing.”
“No member of the Duke’s near family can hold power here,” said the Captain with a gentle smile.  “The fox is out of his lair, and has been put out of business.  The fox cubs must be dealt with fairly, and then the matter will be over.  We must wait and see.”  Penny nodded, reluctantly.
“Officer Jana: the King has summoned you.  But your friends here may need your strength; I shall explain to the King.”
“No, Captain; I will go.”
“Jana!” cried Ianthe and Stefan, together.
“I will go,” repeated Jana, in almost a whisper, her head hanging.
“Will you return here, once you have visited your family?”
Jana shrugged.  Then softly she said, “Perhaps.”
“Then I will come with you,” declared Ianthe.  “I have been trapped here so long, and seen only fear and death!  My brother has traveled and studied; now I am free, and I shall visit his Majesty, and Jana’s family!”
“But you have a duty!” said Penelope, aghast.  “Stefan is a scholar, you must help him, or you must rule!”
“The people will be safe for a while,” insisted Ianthe.  “I am not turning my back on them.  And I have faith in Stefan, and Penelope, who is a cautious girl.”
“Yes,” the Captain agreed, looking thoughtful.  “There seems no outcry for a quick succession.  It is a good sign.”

Stefan drew Jana into the privacy of the Queen’s sanctum, a quiet courtyard where none ventured but Sophie.  Ianthe saw, but said nothing.
“There is no one to deny us now---will you come to my bed, Jana?”
“It is still early,” said Jana sitting on a wide bench, making space for Stefan.  “Come, we must talk,”  Stefan sat.  How he has changed, she thought!  He is not a sweet, biddable boy, nor is he the angry, stubborn one I escorted to the school; but he is still young, and blind.
“Stefan, …do you remember that morning, when I saw you, naked and beautiful, full of shame for your arousal, and I desired you ...”
“Yes…how could I forget?”
“I was only a silly girl, dear, full of the lust of a woman, and the wisdom of a puppy.  When I lay on you that day, it was lust, yes, and…”
“You felt protective of me!”
“Indeed.  You see that now?”
“I knew it from the first, my Jana!  But we are more equals now; we have been together as a man and a woman… don’t you desire that?”
“That was also…only the slaking of lust, for both of us.  You may have imagined it to be love!  But I … Stefan, I know what love is!”
He stared at her horrified.  And she saw in his eyes that he knew the truth.
“It is only a childish fancy!”
“Perhaps!  Perhaps so.  These are all childish fancies, Stefan.  I hope to end them all, by returning home.”

He turned to her, his eyes wet with tears.
“This is your home!” he cried.  Then he came to kneel at her feet.  Taking her hands in his, he stammered, “Jana… in my heart, you are my home!  Without you, this place is nothing!  I am homeless!”
Curse the boy!  She had brought him into manhood, and he clung to her still.
“Refuse to take her with you, then!” Stefan insisted.
Jana sighed.  How could she refuse to conduct the Princess safely to King Ahaz?  Was it not her right?  Her face revealed her doubts to him.

He rose, and began to pace.  “You … and my sister… lovers… I cannot imagine her a creature of lust!”  Jana regarded him gravely, biting down on her amusement.  “Do you awaken lust in everyone you meet, Jana?”  There was too much truth in his accusation for comfort: even the Queen herself, and Lady Penelope, had looked at Jana with some lust in their eyes.
“Go to bed now,” she urged.  “Sleep alone.  If  you need comfort … I will comfort you, but I will sleep here, in the courtyard!”
“No,” said he, disgusted by the idea.  “You are not a servant!  Good night, then.”

In the morning, the Captain placed his men in Jana’s charge; and having saluted the Captain and Prince Stefan, they wheeled smartly, and with the Princess in the middle of their company, headed off to the south.  The Princess made a pretty picture, in a brief riding dress, mounted astride her big black gelding, her cares and her lover all forgotten in the pleasure of riding her horse.  He loved his rider, and pranced beneath her, eager to run.

Jana, Episode 11

The Commander of the Royal Guard, Captain Nicodemus, came to the Palace.  “We’re going to surround the Western Province. We will have warning about an armed group leaving the Duke’s lands.”
“Yes, Captain,” said Jana, having duly saluted.
“We can’t surround the cabin; we were told to avoid a presence there completely.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“The Horse People can get to the cabin in two days, from the border. We’ll try to give you as much warning as possible if we see riders heading to the cabin from the Duke’s holdings, as I said.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“When will you set out?”
“Three … no, five days, Sir!”
“Make it two!”
“But Sir!”
“Look outside, Officer Jana! The City has ground to a standstill! You will destroy the City, and they’ll never let you leave!  They’ll beg the Queen to stay safely in the Palace. There are ten thousand people out there!”
“Can’t we send them to visit the Duke?”
The Captain gave Jana a twisted smile. “Without evidence, that’s slander.”
“There is evidence!”
“Where?” thundered the Captain.
Ianthe explained in a tiny voice, leaving out names.
“Will she come forward?” Ianthe shook her head.  The Captain tore at his hair and groaned.  “If only I had deployed my men earlier!”
“We’re caught in our own trap,” muttered Jana, cursing.
Ianthe was bitter. “I should have kept silent. No one would have known the plan!”
“Tell them you’re not going,” suggested Sophie in a low voice.
It was the only thing to do.

“Dear friends,” said Ianthe, from the front steps, “we have heard you. The Queen will not seek a confrontation. We will endure this Winter, and seek a solution in the Spring! The gods bless you!”
Only those in the courtyard could hear, but the word spread. The roars of “Queen Ione! Queen Ione!” grew quieter, and faded out altogether in an hour or so. The City was back to normal. There were petitions to see the Queen, but she pleaded indisposition. Jana went on a ride, covered in a veil, to allay any doubts that the Queen was in the Palace, and the flag flew proudly from the mast.


The day arrived.  Two hours before dawn, Sophie hugged her mistress and Jana, and The Queen and Ianthe slipped away from the Palace. Through the corner of her eye, Jana thought she saw a shadow fly out into the darkness, and the faint clatter of hooves far away.
“Did you hear that?”
“What is it?”
“They were watching for us,” said Jana. The Queen had a melodious voice which was nevertheless rather clipped, but Jana approximated it beautifully. Jana’s own voice was rather even-toned, and it was her face and hands that provided expression. With Ione it was the opposite!

“Oh, I feel so free! I could fly,” sang Ianthe. “To be out of that death-trap!”
They headed out somewhat in the wrong direction, deliberately, to annoy the spies. Then they headed towards the cabin. As morning broke, consternation followed in the wake of the Queen and her daughter. Ianthe smiled and waved to the children, a thing she had rarely done before. Jana simply rode, veiled, her head bowed. The absence of the Guard itself upset the people, but they only stood and stared.
Soon they entered the woods, and Ianthe rode close to Jana. But nothing at all happened. Just as the sun went down, they were at the cabin.

The caretaker was stunned.
“Is there firewood?”
“Yes, your highness!”
“Will you send some bread in the morning?”
“Yes, yes, your highness!”
“Good. We can manage, thanks!”
“But, to cook! To guard!”
“We will be fine!” said Jana, in the Queen’s voice, and the man bowed low and backed away, and hurried home.
“Let’s tether the horses up on the hill, under the trees,” said Ianthe, her heart beating fast. “I just don’t know; it seems like a good idea!”
Jana nodded agreement. If there were to be a sneak attack, the attackers would kill the horses first. It was a firm habit, now; Ianthe never forgot the welfare of the horses. Jana felt a quick pride in that. It had been a privilege to mold Ianthe into a wonderful woman. To be her lover … it was almost too much. If everything goes wrong, Jana thought, at least I’ll have Ianthe. It was an ugly, despicable thought, but it was foremost in her mind: she had to save the girl somehow. She examined her arrows, the bow, the knives, her sword, a double-edged short-sword.


“I need to …”
“Go on; I’ll keep watch.” The stream was just twenty yards downhill from where they had tethered the horses, between themselves and the cabin. It looked eerie. Was someone inside the cabin? No …
Jana froze. There seemed to be a shadow of someone moving against the window shades.
“Ianthe?” she called.
“What?”
“Something’s strange… Stay hidden ---I’m going down to take a look!”
“All right,” said Ianthe, and Jana could feel her biting back her fear.
A few steps more… they were only chairs. The peculiar chairs looked like people, in the firelight. “It’s just the chairs!” she called, going back up the hill.

Suddenly there was the thunder of hooves, and screaming. A single white horse was galloping flat out, the rider crying out something unintelligible.
“Ianthe!”
“I see it!”
The horseman came like the wind, as if pursued by all the demons. And so it was; a thunderous sound echoed up the valley ---riders--- a score of them, in pursuit!
“The Horse-People?” whispered Ianthe. Jana was struck dumb.
“Get away!  Get away! They’re coming!” yelled the lone rider in front. Jana recognized the rider: it was Andromache. She leaped from her horse and pounded on the cabin door. “Open up! Open up!”
Suddenly her pursuers got to her, and she was down. In the darkness they saw her hacked down, and in no time at all, the cabin was on fire, and the attackers were gone, only making sure that no one escaped the until the cabin was well ablaze.

Ianthe and Jana watched, paralyzed with horror. All they could think was: Andromache’s dead. At last Ianthe’s lips said the words, and she fell in a dead faint.
Miraculously, only the cabin burned.  Jana carried Ianthe into the trees, and watched, shocked stupid. She had expected that, perhaps, the Queen might get killed, or Ianthe, or Jana herself. But poor, innocent Andromache! Jana cursed the gods silently. Only one woman and a small building was destroyed, but the violence of it! How they must hate the Queen!

“Jana?”  It was a tremulous whisper.
“They’re gone, my precious! Oh, how my hear hurts!”
“Is she dead?”
“She didn’t have a chance.”
There was a disturbance. The homesteads in the valley were lit up; lamps and torches were coming up the hill. “The Queen! The Queen!” The caretaker was bawling. “The Queen is dead! Oh, they’ve burned her alive! Oh, they’ve killed them all! All dead! Oh, all dead, dead, dead!”
“There’s just the one man … no, a girl---oh, dear spirits… they’ve cut her head off.”
Jana held Ianthe tight, trembling.

“Jana?”
There was no reply. The big girl was racked with bitter, bitter grief. Ianthe slipped her arms round her, and held her tenderly.

The fire blazed for hours, despite the damp. Ianthe lost track of the time and the events. She just held Jana, blessing her for her size, and the heat she radiated. As the grey of dawn lit the sky, there was only a square of ashes, and a sad, beheaded body of a girl, cast away like a broken doll.

When Jana pulled herself together, the sun was well up.
“You’re safe,” whispered Jana, like a prayer.
“But Andromache…”
“Yes!” sobbed Jana.
“Where are these Horse-People?”
“I don’t know…”
“Where shall we go? What shall we do?”
Jana shook her head and curled into a ball. The thought that it was she who had devised this ill-advised plan occupied her whole mind. There was room for only very little else: Andromache was dead.
But Ianthe was safe.
“Jana, … the Duke thinks mother and I are dead.” Jana rocked back and forth. “He’ll go into the Palace and claim the throne!”  No response. “Jana, if we don’t do something, Mother and Stefan will think you and I are dead!”
Jana’s mind had fled. Ianthe knew that Jana and Andromache had been close, but not so close as to unhinge the big girl.

They had to face facts. It was a complicated plan, and it had gone wrong in a complicated way, and things were a mess. If it was generally believed that the Queen was dead, if Stefan didn’t show up in time, the Duke would claim the throne. The stupid villagers were even now sending word to the City that Queen Ione had been burned alive.

And where was the Captain’s Guards? Only Andromache had arrived to give warning! And where were the Horse-People?

Jana, Episode 10

They were all tense. Nina was sent away to the barracks, confused and weeping; the princess was Nina’s life. Sophia would stay behind at the palace.
With a blonde wig of a braid hanging behind her, and in the blue tunic Jana customarily wore on duty, a little stain was all the Queen needed. On horseback, the Queen looked remarkably like Jana.
“Be safe,” the Queen had said, looking Jana in the eye a long time. Then she had tenderly kissed her. “Look after my child!” she had said. Ianthe was in tears, but she embraced her mother bravely, and kissed her.
With a quiver full of arrows, and several knives on her person, the Queen had mounted, and with a single guard at her side, had ridden off south, along the road to the Horse Plains.

“We have a week,” Jana said to the girls.
“I wish I could fight with you!” Sophia said, fiercely.
“We need someone here who knows the plan!” said Ianthe. “If things go wrong, you and Andromache must … improvise!” Fear and determination alternated in Sophia’s eyes.
Jana’s disguise was more difficult. The Queen was very fair and rosy-cheeked. With a dark wig, and her cheeks rouged a little, and her eyes outlined in kohl, she looked startlingly like the Queen from a moderate distance.
“The Queen would ride today,” said Ianthe, seriously. “You should ride!”

The Royal Guard was in on the plan. Jana rode out, dressed as the Queen, surrounded by ten guardsmen. By dint of careful observation, Jana could smile and wave very much like the Queen.
“It was beautiful!” was Andromache’s verdict. “Truly, the Queen did ride today!”
The second day, Ianthe and Sophia hid themselves near the pool, from where they could see ‘The Queen’ return by the shore road.
“There she is!” exclaimed Sophie, whose sharp eyes had seen her first. And sure enough, far away they could barely see the blue livery of the guards. There were a few people on the road, and Ianthe watched amazed as the Queen graciously waved at her subjects, and called a soft greeting.

Later, in bed, Ianthe lay on Jana, looking into her eyes, in her disconcerting way.
“You were my mother!” she exclaimed, softly. “How did you do it?”
“If it had to be done, so could you do it, too!”
But Ianthe shook her head in wonder.
“If you had not flirted with Stefan, we would still be living in terror!”
Jana was unhappy. Though she had indeed acted ill-advisedly on that distant occasion, she felt that Ianthe deserved to have a more accurate account of what had happened.
“It was not flirting, love; I should tell you the story … you are old enough now to understand.”
“Yes, please tell me!”

A while later, Ianthe watched Jana thoughtfully.
“It is so strange,” she said, “to think of him as a male animal … able to penetrate a woman, and … put his seed into her …”
“Or to imagine your mother being bred by your father, or any man!”
Ianthe looked at Jana, troubled. “I take your point,” she said.
“And your mother; can she imagine us lying here, naked, like animals?”
Ianthe rested her cheek on Jana’s breast, as she loved to do.
When Jana had the leisure to think of it, she took great pleasure that, under Ianthe’s adoring hands, Jana’s breasts were beginning to become fuller, more womanly, heavier.
It was usually Ianthe who was the aggressor in bed, who mounted Jana and rode her, until she collapsed, satiated. Their roles had been reversed only a few times, each time Jana leaving Ianthe breathless and shaken. But as they learned each other’s secrets, their love grew. And each prayed to her own gods, that nothing might ever come between them.
There was a soft knock on the door. Ianthe flew to where her discarded shift lay, and pulled it on, as Jana did the same.
“Who is it?”
“It is I, Sophia!”
Jana opened the door. The girl stood in her night clothes, trying to look small.
“What’s the matter, sweet?”
“I feel lonely, and afraid!”
The girl had suffered for two nights, the others not realizing that with the Queen and Nina gone, Sophia was alone at night. From then on, the girls shared Ianthe’s wide bed, but making love was out of the question.

Thanks to all her riding over the recent weeks, the ride to the border was effortless for the Queen. “Just relax,” she had told the guardsman who accompanied her, “nothing’s going to happen to us.” And nothing did.
The Horse People, seeing the one who they took to be their fellow-countrywoman, the legendary Jana, greeted her with grins and cheers. Then their smiles faded, as they realized that it was only a crude disguise.
“It is I, Queen Ione,” she said, breathless. “I must beg a favor from your King!”
It took mere seconds to convinced them of her identity, and in a few seconds more, they were off, racing to the City of the Horse People, with fresh horses for the Queen and her guard.

“A man wants to see the Queen, my Lady!” Sophie blurted out to Jana and Ianthe, who were in the Kitchen.
“Who is it?”
“Master Menelaus, I think, the healer, my Lady!”
“Curses! We can’t say she’s sick!”
“You should go. Tell him that the Queen has heard of the death of a close friend, and is grieving. Take a message!”
Ianthe’s whole bearing changed. In seconds she was the proud, imperious, suspicious royal princess. She sedately walked out to the hall, and paused, inquiringly, her face grave.
“Princess! I have news for the Queen!”
“Is it good news, Master Menelaus?”
“N-no, I’m afraid not, my dear!” Ianthe froze him with a look. “It’s the Duke. He rejects everything!”
Ianthe sagged.
“The Queen … has heard of the death of a childhood friend. May I tell her the news tomorrow? She could send for you?”
“Just tell her, Princess! Send for me if you must! All she can do is kill me!”
Ianthe shook her head. She softly closed the door and stepped into the Hall. There were a few hangers-on; all to the good.
“The Queen … she tires of this plotting and sniping game. What I tell you is secret, you understand?”
“Certainly,” assured Menelaus.
“She and I are riding out, to face the Duke. We are not cowards, Menelaus. For weeks we drilled; knives, the bow, the staff! My mother and I will face them alone! If he is a man, let him come! He can have this throne, but he must kill my mother and me first! Let him learn what it is to fight Ione!”
Menelaus was aghast.
“Isn’t it simpler to attack the Duke, highness? Why sacrifice yourself?”
“No! Then we will be in the wrong! His treachery is yet not proven! It has to be this way!”
“Oh my child! Your beloved mother has been the brightest star this palace has seen; the most just, the most merciful, the most benevolent, after your great father! I cannot bear it; what sad news!” Ianthe hid her surprise at this outpouring of sincere love and admiration for her mother. It was clear that she hardly knew Menelaus. “Let me only speak to her!”
“Tomorrow, Menelaus … but I am determined to make her do this. The Duke watches our every move. He will come, and then it is in the open. I welcome it!”
The words were not all an act. Ianthe was bitter, and thoughts of death were not strangers to her. In her opinion, it was better to die than to live in fear. She could not blame the guards; she would either end this threat, or die trying.
Nodding gravely to the others in the hall, Ianthe softly closed the door, and rejoined her companions.

“Oh, Princess!” whispered Sophia, “Her Majesty -- if she could only have heard those words!” She was crying, tears of admiration pouring down her cheeks.
“I meant every one,” Ianthe gritted out.
“What if he comes alone?” asked Jana, who had heard it all.
“Then I will face him! It would not be fair if you fought him. I would gladly face him. I have my knives!”

The next day, Master Menelaus showed up, wringing his hands, tears in his eyes, and behind him, to Ianthe’s astonishment, stood a vast host of citizens, spreading all the way to the walls. Guards stood along the walls, outside and in the palace, trying not to look alarmed.
Ianthe only paused an instant. Herding Menelaus before her, she climbed onto the lowest steps of the dais of the throne.
“Fellow-citizens,” she said, “the Queen is in seclusion, preparing to meet an enemy, a personal enemy, and an enemy of the people. We have been attacked with poison, and cowardly arrows. If we succeed, all will be well. If we fail, it becomes your responsibility to destroy the traitor! We know we carry your good will with us. Go to your homes with good cheer! Truth will win, and greed will reap its bitter reward! The gods bless you all!”

“We can’t keep this up; we must go!”
“No! From the border to the City of the Horse People takes four days, and four days back: eight days! It’s only been five days since the Queen left! We must wait another three!”

Jana, Episode 9

The girls took Penelope down to the pool, and tried to distract her. The Queen sent for her advisors, and they talked until late. A courier was dispatched to the Duke with an offer to sub-contract the responsibility of maintaining the roads at a fair rate of remuneration. On the other hand, her advisors pointed out, Ione’s roads benefited all surrounding countries; it might be appropriate to levy a modest tariff on commercial traffic through the kingdom, and use the revenue to fund the forces, public works, and other undertakings that were becoming increasingly urgent. “But it is possible the Duke will not desist,” said the advisers.
Jane disengaged herself with some difficulty from the emotional Penelope, leaving her to the ministrations of Ianthe and Sophia. She headed over to the barracks, looking for Andromache, and was told where she was stationed: at the postern gate on the East Wall.
After a quick, delighted greeting, Andromache went back to watching the street and the wall.
“Andromache, … are you loyal to the Queen?” Jana asked.
“Yes,” she replied, without hesitation. “We all are, Jana. The Guard is loyal. It was not treachery, but negligence that caused the breach in security. We must do better!”
“Andromache… we have discovered the source of the plot to poison the Queen.”
“Who was it?” exclaimed Andromache, eagerly.
“Ultimately…the Duke of the Western Province!”
“By the gods!” she swore. “May his bones rot! Let him come and face me, the dog! Poison! Pah, what a filthy, cowardly weapon!” Andromache was furious. But she never once took her eyes off the street.

The Queen was greatly cheered to receive Andromache’s visit and her words of loyalty, when she came off duty. The Queen seldom had an opportunity to hear the feelings of the Royal Guard, and it gave her courage. She told the fierce young woman so.
“You fill me with admiration, my Queen!” said Andromache. “This threat to you fills me with the lust to murder! But if it had been myself who was threatened, very likely … I would have killed myself. Who can live like this?”
“Not I,” said the Queen in a terrible voice. “Sometimes I think to step down from the throne, and let my cousin, the Duke have it!” They gasped. “Other times, I think to go quietly --or loudly-- to some public place, and let them come and kill me. It’s me they want; and not the rest of you, after all.”
“Oh, wonderful. Give the land to robbers and thieves!” Ianthe was furious, in her turn, and mother and daughter glared at each other, idealism against despair. “I would take my knives and go to the top of the hill, and let them come and get me! At least I would go down fighting the cowards!”
“Child,” snapped the Queen, “your knife-throwing skill has gone to your head! This is your fault!” she added, turning to glare at Jana.
But she was surprised to see Jana lost in thought.
“Wait … I have an idea … if only …”
It took a while for Ianthe to leave her anger and her misplaced scorn for her mother, whom she dearly loved, and realize that perhaps Jana had a useful idea.
“What is it?” demanded Andromache. She was of good birth, and less intimidated by the irate Queen than the rest of them.
“Jana?” prompted Ianthe.
“If only … my Lady, if there was, say, some remote place --a cabin, or lodge, that must be sacrificed, possibly-- where you could go! We could let it out that you are going there, all alone, with, say, only her highness, and a maid. Daring all your enemies!”
“Yes, and die like a dog! That’s a novel idea. I thought of it first, if you were listening.”
“Only, my Lady, it will be not you, but me! As well, we will send word … but what’s the use? I haven’t heard of such a place …”
“Why, we have a lodge, indeed, in the high woods!” Ianthe’s eyes were wide with pride and excitement. “And we could send word to the Horse People, to set an ambush! Oh, beautiful!”
“Tell me this again!” demanded the Queen.

The plan gradually took shape. Of course it was bold and desperate. It entailed Jana visiting the cabin, masquerading as the Queen, and the Queen riding to the Horse People, masquerading as Jana. The Queen was of the opinion that Andromache was more her build and coloring, which was true. But Jana was more able to look after herself in a fight, if it came to that. Every Monday, Jana joined the Royal Guard for arms drill, and she was generally acknowledged to be an excellent fighter, unmatched for her speed and skill.
Finally the Queen was persuaded. “I cannot pretend,” she admitted, “I am fearful. For me, and for you, too.”
“Jana can teach you to fight, mother!”
The Queen’s eyes flashed. “Don’t presume to advise, me, child,” she warned. “I could shoot an arrow, and run like the wind! After giving birth to you, pah! I’m a shadow of the woman I was … I was no shrinking violet.”

Yet, the next day, she was at the practice court, dressed in a brief tunic.
“Once I was beautiful, Jana!” she said, a twinkle in her eye. “Now,” she shrugged, indicating her chubby legs.
“If you could shoot an arrow, Lady, you need only the strength back!”
“Give me a bow,” demanded the Queen. She cursed, finding herself unable to draw the bow she wanted. Finally, she drew one, and got her second shot in the center of the target, to the admiration of Jana and her daughter. All morning she tried better bows, until by lunchtime she could shoot a bow that could be carried a-horseback.
“I am easily tired,” the Queen complained, after lunch. “What shall I do to gain endurance?”
“You must learn to ride, anyway,” Jana pointed out, “and riding builds endurance.”
The Queen was off immediately.
Ianthe was delighted with her new, active mother.
Like Ianthe, Ione was born to ride. A bay like Jana’s own was found for her, and the Queen and the horse made friends at once. Ione was an intelligent and considerate rider, and once she had lost her stiffness, her joy showed clear on her face --Jana especially delighted in watching the mother and daughter racing each other along country roads.
Often the Queen would dismount, seeing a gathering of people, or a family of ducks on a pond, or youths playing in a field, and smile and talk with them. Returning home, she said it was as if a new life had begun for her.
“I want more!” she told Jana, who suggested the quarterstaff, and knife-throwing.
“The quarterstaff strengthens the arms, my Lady, and the knife …”
“Yes, yes, you are right! Let’s begin!”
What the Queen did, Ianthe must also do. A bow and a staff were found for her, and she went through the drills by her mother’s side. At night, both mother and daughter groaned with unaccustomed pain, and Jana rubbed oil and ointments into their arms, sharing their pain with them.

The winter brought heavy rains, and one day the Queen almost abandoned her planned ride with Ianthe, Jana and three guards. Suddenly the rain stopped, and the Queen decided to ride. She rode in front, despite their advice that it was better for her to ride in the middle of the little group.
Half an hour into the ride, an arrow narrowly missed the Queen, and embedded itself in Jana’s boiled-leather armor. With a yell, Jana galloped towards the source of the arrow. Far away, horses and riders were seen fleeing from the site of the attack, and Jana gave chase. But the riders headed back to the city, and Jana lost them.
The others were astonished at the fury on Jana’s face. “I lost them, I lost them!” she cursed, throwing the arrow on the ground and grinding her teeth.
“It is time,” said the Queen, grimly. “Wigs. We need wigs!”
[Next installment: Episode 10]
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Jana, Episode 8

That night, Ianthe shyly asked Jana to sleep in her room. Neither girl was able to get much sleep that night. Ianthe awoke in the morning, and came to kneel near the pallet of the young foreign girl, and looked solemnly down into Jana’s eyes.
“What shall we do? My heart aches for love of you!”
Jana slowly nodded, her face grave. Love was like a sweet pain inside her. “That’s because it’s still new,” she said, from some wisdom inside her.
“Let us kneel here, and pledge our love forever!” said Ianthe, urgently.
Ianthe made Jana kneel facing her, as bride and bridegroom traditionally did at a marriage among Ianthe’s people.
“I, Ianthe, pledge to thee, Jana, my love, and promise to keep thee, and all of thine, safe in my care, until my life’s end!”
Jana was speechless with shock. “You have taught me something,” Jana said, deeply moved, her eyes bright with tears.
“You need to pledge nothing,” said Ianthe, softly, “I know your heart!”
Taking a deep breath, Jana began.
“I Jana, pledge to you, my Princess Ianthe, my life, to love and protect you and yours, as long as I live.”
They kissed, long and tenderly, to seal their pledge to each other, but it was a chaste kiss, because it was not a time for lust.
“Let’s go fix breakfast,” Jana said, sounding subdued.

There was a dream-like quality to those first few days. There was much to learn: how to behave towards each other, both in private and in public, whether to touch, or give loving looks; to conceal their new relationship from all, most of all the Queen; how their new relationship affected their feelings towards their friends, such as Andromache and Penelope, and Sophia, and little Nina.
Nina was not only innocent, but simple. Out of an irrational belief that the child’s life would be brief, Ianthe had felt a special tenderness towards the little girl. However, as the lady daughter of the Queen, she had cultivated a certain aloofness towards the servants. Those who knew her saw through this, but it restricted their behavior nonetheless.
Since the cooks had died, though, and Jana had assumed supervision of the kitchen, their attitude towards Nina was more openly affectionate, as Jana’s had always been. Now, with her heart newly tender with her new love, Ianthe found it a sweet puzzle as to how to moderate her love towards Nina. Sophia, in contrast, was keenly intelligent and observant. Fortunately she was also fiercely loyal to Ianthe.
It was up to Jana, Ianthe and Nina to make breakfast; Sophia was also the Queen’s personal maid, and they did not expect her down to help. But Ione was a sensible woman, and did not burden Sophia with frivolities, and so the young maid often did come down to help prepare breakfast, for the sheer joy of the shared company in the kitchen.

Penelope was a complex problem for Ianthe. “She’s very intelligent, and loyal,” said Ianthe to Jana privately, with the air of a much older woman speaking indulgently of a mere child. “But she is fascinated by you, Jana; I wouldn’t be surprised if she had, well … feelings for you!”
“What can we do?” Jana asked, quietly. No problem was too small for tender-hearted Jana to consider seriously.
“Nothing,” said Ianthe, slumping. “I used to be jealous, because I considered you my personal … that I owned you, in a childish way,” she explained, blushing. Jana nodded, as always startled by not only Ianthe’s mind, but her skill at explaining ideas. “But now that … you’re mine--far more than before, at least-- I don’t feel so jealous … I’m sure I could see her lust after you, and endure it.”
“I’m fond of her, too,” Jana said seriously. “Don’t be jealous or envious.”
Ianthe nodded. “That’s your way, and that’s why I love you!”
“Because I’m fond of Penelope?”
“Because you have a large heart!”
Jana studied her. “You love me, and so you think I am perfect!”
“No. I know you better than anyone. Even if I hated you, I would know how big-hearted you are!”
Their conversations often had this abstract flavor, because Ianthe was fascinated by the logic of love: what was it; how did it change people, and so on.

But Penelope’s case became not so abstract very soon. She was dropped off in her family coach unexpectedly one afternoon, and they saw her hurrying into the kitchen where the Queen was eating her noon meal. She was always allowed free access to the palace, and at first they were not alarmed to see her. But they soon saw that she looked stricken. She knelt at Ione’s feet.
“What’s the matter, Penelope? Are you in trouble?”
“Oh, my Lady! My parents! My mother!” she began to weep.
“What is wrong? Can I help? Is she ill?”
“No, no! O Queen, it is she! She’s the one trying to p-poison you! I p-pretended that you had asked me to c-come s-wim in the p-pool, and I have c-come to tell you! Oh please, don’t be harsh with her, I beg you!”

Ione had lost her regal air of late. Jana brought a chair and helped the quivering Penelope into it, and Ianthe brought her a drink. Ione was a picture of consternation.
“What exactly did you hear, Penelope? Let me judge for myself how serious this is!”
Penelope calmed herself down with an effort. She had heard her mother say that poison was too difficult, now with that ‘foreign girl’ cooking for the Queen. She had washed her hands of it. Her last words had been, ‘Leave me out of it.’
“Oh, my beloved Alethea, … how could you?” the Queen murmured, her eyes closed. It was too much for Penelope, who huddled into a miserable ball and sobbed. Jana knelt by her, murmuring words of comfort to her, after which she exchanged glances with Ianthe.
“Don’t cry,” Ianthe said, coming to her friend. “We’re all alive, thanks to you… and we’ll know we need to fear poison, at least, no longer!”
“But my mother!” wailed Penelope. “What will become of her?”
“That’s between me and her, dear; once I understand her motives, we can get to the bottom of this nightmare. Penelope, we’re all deeply grateful for your courage in warning us, child. It was frightening, not knowing why there was such determination to do away with us all!”

“Mother! I think I know it!” cried Ianthe. Everyone turned to the excited young princess.
With clear logic, Ianthe traced the influence and the motives. It ultimately led to the Duke of the small province to the west, a cousin of Ione herself. He had a claim to the throne, as well as a grudge against the Queen for abolishing tolls on all roads maintained by her, including tolls on the Great West Road, crucial to the economy of the land, but a great loss of revenue for the Duke. On careful reflection, it had to be admitted that this was the obvious motive, now clear in retrospect.
[Next installment: Episode 9]
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Jana, Episode 7

Most of all, Ianthe was a lover of horses. Having watched Jana drill her brother at his riding skills, she was determined to ride seriously. “Certainly,” said her mother; “you were never interested before!”
“Mother!” exclaimed Ianthe, indignantly. “I’ve always asked, and you’ve always said no!”
“Stop imagining things, child,” said the Queen. “Dress properly, and by all means learn to ride.”

Most women rode side-saddle, but Jana said it was useless to ride that way. For riding astraddle, the usual women’s dress was a short chiton worn over short trews. Once the garment was ready, Ianthe’s lessons began.
As with knives, she was a natural. She had a natural affinity for horses, was naturally kind to them, and they seemed to return her love. Unfortunately she decided that she could ride any horse at all, which was close enough to the truth to be dangerous. But Jana managed to persuade her that it was better to learn a variety of gaits and maintain control over a horse that to race at a headlong gallop. “A gallop is most likely to end in a broken leg for the horse.”
“And then what happens?”
“The horse must be put down, of course.”
Ianthe gasped. That very evening evening, word came that a horse had stepped in a hole at full gallop, broken its leg, and been put down. Ianthe refused her supper.

Vinegar
Events in the Palace were few in the Summer, and Jana soon learned that it was hopeless to look for anything unusual, as she had been instructed by her King. But one evening, she happened to notice a furtive movement in the kitchen. Leaving her knife throwing, she crept towards the kitchen, only to see someone speed across the courtyard and disappear.
“What? What is it?” asked Sophie coming in from another entrance.
“Someone was just here … and ran off … look carefully; is anything odd, moved … anything?”
Sophie gasped and pointed to the bottle of vinegar. It was still rocking slightly.
“Oh, good eyes, Sophie,” said Jana.

Ianthe had seen most of what had taken place, and had raced off to find the Queen. Now she dragged her into the kitchen.
“What’s the matter?” demanded the Queen, seeing them standing around a bottle of vinegar.
Sophie, wide-eyed gave a hurried summary of the facts, her words tripping over themselves in her anxiety, and finished with a quick curtsy.
“Hector,” snapped the Queen, as one of the male servants arrived, “bring old Menelaus here, at once.”
When Menelaus arrived half an hour later, he announced after careful tests, that the vinegar contained a hard-to-detect slow poison.

“I deeply regret mistrusting you,” said the Queen to Jana, privately, in her own courtyard. “It angered me that my son …”
“Yes … I understand,” said Jana, her head bowed.
The Queen nodded, her eyes lowered. “But in all other respects, I have wronged you, and you have repaid us with loyalty and kindness. You make me humble.”
Jana covered her face, and wept with happiness. The Queen sat silently for a time, rose, patted Jana on the back, and silently left.

The fact that they were vulnerable through the kitchen worried them. The palace guard was doubled, and Jana walked round and round the Palace, wondering how to make the rambling structure more secure. It was not her specialty; all she knew was combat. She and the two children puzzled over it for hours, but came up with nothing.
The old cook kept asking for leave to visit her family, but the Queen dared not let her go for fear that she would be killed, in order that she might be replaced by an agent of the Queen’s enemies.

Finally, it was time for Prince Stefan to return to school, that is, to the commune of scholars at the border of the Horse Plains, at which he spent the greater part of the year. Word was sent to the Horse People, as they had agreed with their King, asking for an escort for the Prince.
“Take Jana,” said the Queen.
The boy glared at his mother.
“Why?”
“Because I trust her to keep you safe.”
“No!”
“May I ask why?”
“Because … as you well know, if we went together … you know what will happen!”
The Queen took a deep breath.
“Child … only be considerate. That’s all I ask!” He was stunned to see tears in his mother’s eyes, not being privy to how the relationship between the women in his life had evolved over the summer months. “I care for the girl!”
He nodded. With a heavy sigh, he departed.

“Come back safe!” Ianthe said, holding Jana tight.
“I will!” laughed Jana, and sprang on her horse. Accompanied by a company of 40 guards, they raced to the border. The King’s Own waited for them there, and the northerners turned and returned home, leaving the Prince under the protection of the Horse People, and Jana.

The nights were sweet for Stefan. His first night on the road, he came to his bodyguard, who did not turn away from him, as she had done for so many months in Heliopolis. Almost sick with love, he hesitantly touched her, and she tenderly put her arms around him, and he listened to her soft breathing, soothing him. But as the days went on, he felt a sad disappointment, even though she was nothing but sweet towards him.
On Jana’s part, she was discovering that it was his defenselessness that had attracted her to him. As he grew stronger and more manly, as her admiration grew, she was less attracted to him emotionally.
The King’s Own was tactful. Jana had earned their respect, for whatever reason, and though the young pair were embarrassed and defensive about their relationship, they were never made fun of, for which they were both grateful. But Jana watched her body’s ecstasy from outside of it, and felt sorrow for the love she no longer felt.

Back in Heliopolis, all was confusion. The Queen had finally relented and sent the old cook home for a brief vacation, and the first thing they knew, a report came back that the woman had died of ‘old age’. “Jana will curse me,” muttered the Queen to Ianthe, bitterly, having already cursed herself silently.
“What could you do?” responded the girl, silently comforting her mother.
Of course, not least of their worries was that they had no cook. Sophie and Nina tried their best to take up the slack, but the fare was bleak. They resolved to get another cook, after one particularly unsuccessful meal. A woman was hired. Sophie, though always polite, confided to the Princess that she didn’t care for the new cook.
One day she crept into the Princess’s room and warned her, “Don’t you touch your food tonight, Lady Ianthe! I don’t know what’s wrong, but she’s acting very strange tonight! She’s done something bad, I’m sure!”
When dinner was served, the cook was brought in, and invited to eat the meal. She protested strongly, but was made to eat it. In minutes she was dead.
Ianthe, Sophie, Nina and the Queen sat together, the little girl Nina sobbing in fear. She had been shocked to see the cook die before her very eyes. “If only Jana would come back,” moaned Ianthe, in a small, hopeless voice.

As it happened, Jana did arrive later that very night. Going first to the women’s barracks --just a few rooms for the handful of women guards-- Jana found a message asking her to come to the Palace no matter how late she got in. To her consternation, on being admitted to the living quarters of the royal family, she was met with a long story of murder and conspiracy. The Queen and her daughter were distracted.
“If only I had known; I would have brought back the King’s Own with me. At least they are loyal!”
“I don’t even trust the Royal Guard after the vinegar incident. They’ve let someone into the grounds,” said the Queen bitterly.
“No, you majesty! The way the Palace is built, it can be gotten into no matter how carefully the guard covers the gates!” Jana explained the liabilities of the Palace. The Palace had been built for beauty and comfort, not defense.
“The roof!” Ianthe cried. “Mother, put sentries on the roof!”
“What are you talking about?” the Queen exclaimed, in puzzlement. It was a long time before Ianthe’s idea was properly understood. The roof was flat, and provided opportunity for surveillance once the occupants had retired for the night.
“For tonight,” said Jana, firmly, “I will keep watch. Get some sleep, all of you!” Ianthe, however, insisted on watching with Jana, while the Queen was sent to bed, and pallets laid out in the Queen’s room for Sophie and little Nina. Unfortunately, Jana had been riding all day, and was very tired.
“Come with me now,” insisted Ianthe, wild-eyed, collecting all her knives. “Bring your bow! Quickly!”
The two of them made a thorough search of the entire Palace. Jana was doubtful about the project but she had not taken Ianthe’s detailed knowledge of the building into account. Every nook and cranny was examined by Ianthe, while Jana stood watch.
Eventually, Jana found herself being led up a flight of steps that seemed to lead up to the sky. But presently it became clear; the tops of the highest walls of the house were actually broad walkways, from which vantage point every inch of the house and grounds could be observed. “I’ll take first watch,” said Ianthe, with determination, Jana’s return having given her courage. In moments, Jana was asleep on the flat roof, wrapped up snugly in a blanket.

It was two in the morning. Ianthe, on a hunch, lay flat on the walkway, only the tip of her nose visible over the edge. As she watched, a shadow detached itself from the corner of the courtyard wall, and crept towards the house.
“Wake up!” hissed Ianthe, tugging at Jana’s arm.
“What … what …”
“Quiet! Look down in the courtyard!”
Jana was disoriented, rubbing her eyes. She was so exhausted, she simply could not wake herself up. Ianthe dared not let the shadow reach the house. She threw her knife at it, knowing she had no hope of hitting it; she had never learned to throw a knife straight down.
There was a gasp, and the shadow ran to the wall. There was a twang, a strangled cry, and suddenly the Royal Guard was giving chase outside the walls.
“You got him! You got him!” squealed Ianthe in excitement, but Jana could not keep her eyes open long; she lay down on her back again, and was fast asleep once more. Ianthe lay down next to her, and pulled a blanket over them both.
The morning light revealed blood spatters down the road outside the Palace, but the trail disappeared a quarter mile away. Later in the day, a naked body was found in the bushes by the roadside, with a knife-wound in its foot, and an arrow in its arm, and its throat cut. There was no means of identifying the body, but one thing was clear: a sentry on the roof was very effective.

For a day or two, nothing happened. A week went by, and then a month. Ianthe’s birthday was celebrated quietly in the Palace, with only Penelope in attendance.
It irked Ianthe to be in Penelope’s company. In her mind, she was too old for Penelope’s childish games. It annoyed her when Penelope whispered to her how she admired Jana, the beautiful warrior-girl. Penelope’s admiration was a childish fancy, while Ianthe’s regard for Jana was, in her mind, something far deeper, more spiritual. Jana had only the slightest inkling of all this; when she wasn’t teaching Ianthe weapons and martial arts, she was exercising with the troops, or worrying about the Queen’s safety.

Jana came up to the stables one day to give Ianthe a riding lesson, when she saw the girl galloping like the wind on the back of a great black stallion she had been firmly forbidden to ride. The next half hour was pure nightmare.
Some of the men attempted to chase the horse, only to make matters worse; the brute ran faster to evade them. Ianthe’s gleeful cries turned to whimpers, and then the stallion tired of rushing around the meadow, jumped the fence effortlessly, and galloped away with the princess on its back. Jana followed on her own big bay mare, Honey.
The adventure ended not with a bang, but a whimper. Several miles from the city, Jana came upon Ianthe and the stallion. She was off his back, but his leg was trapped in a hole, and he was in a panic, and Ianthe was wailing in fear.
“Oh, he’s going to break his leg, he’s going to die!” she sobbed, seeing her friend and protector with relief.
With some difficulty, Jana calmed the girl down first. “If you calm down, he will, too. Will you be calm, my dearest?”
“Yes!” she whimpered, and her breathing slowed, and she gazed on Jana’s face with a glimmer of hope. Jana could do anything! Jana could perform a miracle, and save the horse.
It took five long minutes to calm the horse, and to angle his leg just right in order to lift it out. Ianthe clung to Jana, covering her face with kisses.
The two of them led the big black stallion back some twelve miles on foot. Filled with gratitude, Ianthe talked to the big horse all the way home, telling it all her faults, and cursing herself. There was plenty of time to re-assess her life. In her own sight, Ianthe had never sunk so low, to have endangered the life of such a beautiful animal.

The Queen gave Ianthe a long, grave look. “I think you have learned your lesson.”
“Yes, mother.”
“It is cruel to hurt a horse, because it trusts you.”
“I know!”
“All right.”
“That’s all? No punishment?”
“How can I, my child, when you’re so hurt?”
“Oh mother!” wept Ianthe.

The painful incident brought Jana and Ianthe far closer together than before. Though Jana was considered Ianthe’s personal guard and companion, in her heart Ianthe resolved that she would be Jana’s faithful friend for life, loving her above all others. There was no one better, on whom to bestow her love.
[Next: Episode 8]
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