“Congratulations!” Healer Johan said. “You have a baby girl.”
Blayne cradled his newborn daughter while Johan finished ministering to Hope. The baby gave a lusty howl and he smiled, entranced. “She’s beautiful. She looks just like her mother. Don’t you think so, Johan?”
“I think she looks a lot like her daddy, too. What are you going to name her?”
Blayne placed the baby in Hope’s arms, watching with his heart in his mouth as she put the baby to her breast and caressed her downy head. Gods. How cruel that she would never be able to see their daughter save through another’s eyes.
Johan caught his gaze. The healer’s smile was tinged with a sadness that mirrored Blayne’s own.
As if she knew she was being discussed, the baby opened her eyes and stared solemnly at her mother.
“Her eyes are blue, like yours were,” Blayne said for Hope’s benefit.
“They may change yet. Most babies in my home-world are born with blue eyes. Then they change—if they’re going to, that is.” She paused, and a smile curved her lips. “Her colors are beautiful.”
“Her colors?” Johan asked.
“The colors of her aureya.”
“Ah.”
“We’re going to call her Romana,” Blayne said.
Johan nodded approval. “That’s a lovely name.”
A man poked his head through the doorway. “Are you up for visitors yet, girl?”
“How did you know—? Never mind.” One of these days Blayne was going to sit Chryss down and force him to answer some questions. “Romana, I’d like you to meet your, uh, Uncle Chryss.”
“She’s a beauty,” Chryss said. “Like her mother. May I hold her?”
“Of course.” Hope handed the baby to the big man without hesitation.
The two regarded each other, one newborn and the other ages old. And then Romana yawned and closed her eyes. Chryss waited until she was asleep before handing the infant back to her mother. “You’ve done well, girl,” he said. “How do you feel?”
“Content. I have everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“Perhaps,” Chryss said. “Do you still wish to return home?”
Blayne’s heart skipped a beat. From the corner of his eye he saw Johan’s jaw sag.
“Go home?” Hope sounded as horrified as Blayne felt. “Here is my home. Are you… are you telling me I have to go back?”
“No!” The word tore from Blayne’s throat. “You can’t make her leave now.”
“Be calm, Panakeya,” Chryss said. “I’m only asking. I have to, you know. Hope was taken from her world and given no choice in the matter. Now she’s fulfilled her destiny, I’m obliged to give her the chance to return home. It would take a bit of physical tinkering for her to cope with living there again, but we’d manage. Probably.”
“I have everything I ever wanted, right here,” she said, her golden eyes flashing. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good,” the big man said. “You can stand down now, Panakeya.”
Blayne unclenched his fists and allowed the terrible tension to drain from his muscles.
“Get some rest,” Johan advised, breaking the strained silence. “I can only hold off a gaggle of clucky women for so long. You’re going to be inundated with visitors soon.”
“Rest is good,” Chryss said. “Plenty of sleepless nights ahead.”
“Thanks,” Blayne told him sourly.
“You’re welcome, Panakeya. Thought you might appreciate knowing what’s in store.” And with that, Chryss dragged Johan from the room.
“If you had wanted to go back I would have found a way to follow you somehow,” Blayne told the woman he loved.
“I would never leave you,” she said. “Never. My home is here.” And the truth of her words reverberated through him.
~*~
Hope awoke with a start. Her seer-senses told her it was the dead of night. She climbed from the bed and tiptoed to the crib. She checked Romana’s temperature with the back of her hand and listened intently to her daughter breathing.
The baby’s breaths sounded labored and forced. Something was not right. Damn not being able to see! “Blayne. Blayne!” She shook him. “Wake up! Something’s wrong with Romana’s breathing. I’m worried.”
She waited anxiously while he checked Romana over.
“She’s fine, dearling. She’s fast asleep.”
Thank the gods. Hope crawled back under the covers and tried to calm her racing heart. “Are you sure she’s all right?”
“Yes, I’m sure. You’re overtired—trying to do everything yourself instead of accepting help. I’ll get you something to help you sleep and please, let me see to her next time she wakes.”
“Thank you.” The wait while Blayne prepared his concoction seemed interminable.
He handed her a cup. “Here, get some of this down you. I’ve flavored it with sweet syrup, so it shouldn’t taste too bad.”
Hope drained the cup and lay down. Blayne soon drifted back to sleep but she remained awake for a long time, counting her daughter’s breaths and scanning her aureya.
~*~
The next episode occurred two nights later. Hope’s distress lasted much longer and ended with her insistence Johan be brought to examine Romana. But Johan, too, found nothing wrong with the baby.
Blayne’s concerns grew. He woke one night to see a shivering Hope leaning over the crib, her sightless gaze intent on her baby. When he tried to coax her back to bed she was unresponsive, as though sleepwalking.
As the days passed, Hope became more withdrawn and strangely reluctant to touch her daughter. Desperate, Blayne consulted Johan for advice. “What can we do? I’ve never seen her like this before. I have to remind her to feed Romana. Do you think she’s depressed?”
“I’m at a loss,” Johan admitted. “She seemed so content immediately after the birth. And she didn’t strike me as the type to succumb to post-birth malaise. Perhaps another nursing mother could help with feeding?”
“Only as a last resort. Having her baby close and needing her may help pull her through this.” Blayne raked his hands through his hair. “I wish Dayamar were still alive.”
“So do I. He’d know what to do.” Johan heaved a worried sigh. “In the meantime, I’ve made Hope a sleeping draught—just in case.”
“Thanks, Johan.”
Blayne returned home to find Hope curled up on the sleeping platform with Romana sleeping peacefully in her arms.
“Hope?”
The anguish in her eyes told him something was terribly wrong.
“What happened?”
“I had a Seeing.”
Gods, no. Please, no. “What did you See?”
“Romana. She’s sick, Blayne. We have to try and send her back—to my world. She’ll have a chance there.”
His heart stuttered and he pressed a fist to his chest to keep the panic at bay. “She’s fine Hope. How many times do I have to tell you? There’s nothing wrong with our daughter.”
“We have to send her back. Soon. Before it’s too late.”
Blayne thought her voice sounded strange—inhuman. “I’ll help you then,” he said, dying a little more inside. “But first, let me hold Romana a while, hmm? And I’ve made you a drink. Nursing mothers need plenty to drink, remember?”
“I remember. Thank you.” She drained the flask he handed her to the last drop.
He watched her eyelids begin to droop. When he was certain she was deeply asleep, he strode off to locate a nursing mother for his baby daughter. It was all he could think of to do.
~*~
Hope opened her eyes. She scanned the house with her Sehani senses. Empty. She extended her range and found Blayne in conference with Johan and the other healers. They were discussing her.
Despair shrouded her. Why didn’t Blayne believe her? The only sick one here was their daughter. And where had he taken Romana?
Ah, there. Slumbering in a spare crib in the child-minding facility. Mmm. Maya would be taking her meal break soon….
Perfect. But right now there was a document to write.
After so long expressing herself in Dayamaru, the English words didn’t come easy. The date, too, was a problem. Hope presumed time passed in a similar manner on both worlds but who knew for sure? After some thought she backdated the document to the week before Dayamar had snatched her from Earth.
It took three frustrating attempts before she remembered the knack of writing across a ruler so her words didn’t wander down the page. She grabbed a fresh piece of parchment and started over.
When she’d finished, she reviewed what she’d written in her mind, mentally checking for loopholes. And then she walked outside, grabbed the first person she sensed, and dragged him back to her room. “Look at this,” she instructed the unfortunate man. “And keep looking at it until I tell you to stop.”
“Y-yes, Sehan!” He did as he was told, unaware that she was using his eyes.
She signed her full name and the date she’d settled on, and then tapped the quill’s feather on her lip. She couldn’t risk a letter of explanation—not that anyone would believe it. But after her parents’ and brothers’ deaths one person had been there for her: Maggie. Her mother’s best friend. Maggie had treated her like a daughter. Maggie, of all people, would understand what she was trying to achieve.
Please gods, she prayed, let that be true.
Hope printed Maggie’s full legal name beneath her own signature. All Maggie would have to do was sign the document… and keep her mouth shut.
Through her borrowed eyes, Hope scanned the document one last time. Perfectly legible. Yes, it would do. “You can go now,” she told the man, and he bolted from the room like a pack of wolves was on his tail.
She rolled the parchment and tied it with a piece of leather thong. And then she smoothed her hair, tugged her clothing straight, and set out for the center to fetch her daughter.
When she entered the center, she greeted Degan and some of the little ones she knew by name. No one questioned her when she scooped her baby from the crib and walked away. Now came the hardest part of her task.
By the time she’d broken through the protective veil between her home-world and Dayamaria, Hope’s unnatural composure had crumpled and her knees were wobbling. And after she’d spun the gate that would prevent the opening from inadvertently closing, the immense well of her power was almost drained.
“Goodbye, my darling,” she whispered to Romana. “I love you. Be safe and grow. If I survive this, I will find a way to be with you again someday. I give you my word.”
Hope kissed her daughter’s soft cheek and carefully placed her on the ground. Then she stepped back, biting her lips to keep the sobs locked inside her. She sucked in a deep breath to center herself. Her hand brushed her belt pouch and an idea bloomed. Yes!
She darted forward to tuck her precious picture-globe into the baby’s swaddling blanket next to the rolled parchment meant for Maggie. She kissed Romana one last time and backed away. Now. It had to be now, before she lost the will to do what must be done and condemned them all.
She concentrated. The air around the baby began to whirl. Faster, and faster… forming a vortex that streamed upward, taking Romana with it.
“Hope!”
Her shoulders hunched as his horror-filled shout smacked her.
“What have you done?”
“Gods help me, I’ve saved us all,” she whispered. And then the painful tightness in her chest flared into agony, her knees buckled, and she toppled to the ground in a heap.
Blayne skidded to a halt on his knees and felt for her pulse. None. He pounded on her chest. “Come on,” he chanted. “Live! We need you, Hope. I need you. If you die, we’ll never get her back.”
She gave a choked gasp. Beneath his hands he felt her heart stutter to life.
“Chryss!” Blayne implored the empty air. “Help me, please! Help me get my daughter back!”
“It’s too late, Panakeya.” Chryss’s deep bass tones came from behind Blayne. “I haven’t the power to bring her back. Only Hope can do that.”
Blayne dragged her across his lap and rocked her. “Why couldn’t you have come sooner?”
When the big man finally spoke his voice was immeasurably sad. “There was nothing I could have done.”
“Why, Chryss? Why did she do it? There was nothing wrong with our daughter. Nothing. It was all in her mind!”
“You’re wrong, Blayne. If Romana had remained here she would have become evil incarnate. What’s infecting your daughter will be contained in Hope’s home-world. There, it will hold no sway over any being save its host.”
“No. I don’t believe you. I don’t understand. If you can’t bring my daughter back, why are you here?”
“To show you what Hope has Seen and help you understand. Link with my mind, Blayne. See.”
The air shimmered and a scene formed. Blayne saw a large shade tree. Beneath it, on a bed of leaves, lay his baby daughter. She screwed up her face and loosed a frightened wail… and he thought his heart would break.
A middle-aged woman came into view, and hastened over to the baby. “Oh my goodness!” She scooped Romana up and glanced around, obviously perplexed. “There now. Sshh. Where’s your mommy? Sshh, my sweet. There now.”
As the woman cooed softly and jiggled the baby, two items slipped from the blanket. She hugged the baby close to her chest while she bent to retrieve them.
Blayne recognized Hope’s picture globe. The second item was a rolled piece of parchment—a letter of explanation, perhaps. If so, it was far more than he’d been given. His lips compressed to a tight line and fury welled in his soul.
He watched the woman prop his daughter over her shoulder and walk briskly up a pathway to a large dwelling the likes he’d never seen before.
His heart shriveled. What Hope had done…. It could never be undone. He would never forgive her for this. Never. “Goodbye, little one,” he whispered. “Your mother and I will always love you, even if we’re a world away. Remember me, Romana. Please, remember me.”
And it seemed the baby heard his voice, even from a world away, for she opened her eyes and stared right at him. Her eyes glowed with a sickly-green malevolence that chilled his soul. “No!” he shouted, appalled as the truth slapped him. “No!” And then the vision cut off.
“I’m sorry, Panakeya,” he heard Chryss say. “It was written this day would come. There was nothing I could do.”
In his arms Hope gave a low moan of distress… and a tear tracked down her cheek.
***
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