“What does this mean?” Iana began to fuss, so Emeline pulled the front of her dress down and put her nipple in the baby’s mouth.
The ghostly woman didn’t reply, only continued to hold her dress spread before her. After a few seconds, more figures came into view. Emeline recognized Khirro, though uncharacteristic stubble covered his cheeks, and she saw the woman, Elyea, seated with her back against a wall and blood on her hands. She didn’t know the other three men in the chamber. One of them-an old man with a long beard-gestured and chanted as Khirro stood with the vial of blood in one hand extended before him. One of the other men held a bow, an arrow nocked. He released the arrow and it skewered Khirro’s hand.
“No,” Emeline cried and turned her head away.
“Look.”
The ghost’s voice boomed through the small room, raising goose flesh on the back of Emeline’s arms. Want to or not, she looked again at the scene on the woman’s skirt. She saw a second arrow penetrate the old man’s throat, halting his chant. The old man vanished and a curious cloud of red mist filled the scene, swirling around Khirro, engulfing him. The mist pulled away from him, twisting and writhing until it formed the shape of an animaclass="underline" a huge cat. The mist-beast gathered itself and sprang for Khirro. Emeline sucked breath through her teeth but the thing didn’t drive him to the ground or tear him to pieces, it entered him, diffusing into his flesh until it disappeared. The vision faded and the woman dropped the hem of her skirt.
“D-Did this happen?”
The woman nodded.
“What was that?”
“The spirit of the king entered Khirro. He carries Braymon with him.”
Emeline’s eyes widened. “And this makes him the kingdom’s savior?”
“Yes.”
“But what has this to do with me?”
The woman moved toward her and Emeline shrank away, the rocking chair’s joints creaking as she did. A few feet short of the chair, the ghostly visitor stopped and crouched, green eyes intent on Emeline.
“The safety of you and your child, the entire kingdom, rests with Khirro, but some of the old, doubtful Khirro yet remains, fighting his responsibility. If the kingdom is to survive, then he must find peace.”
Emeline shrugged and the woman’s eyes darted from hers to the baby.
“I know what happened. Khirro suspects the truth, but won’t admit it to himself. He prefers to accept blame.”
“We drank too much. He-”
“No he didn’t,” the ghost snapped, eyes suddenly blazing. Emeline flinched. “It’s time for the truth.”
Emeline’s top lip quivered. She readjusted the baby on her lap, shifting Iana from one breast to the other. The fire snapped and popped in the hearth sending flickering sparks swirling up the chimney as it threw heat out into the cabin. She shivered in spite of the fire and the warm bundle pressed to her chest.
“If you tell me now, it will be easier for you to tell Khirro when the time comes.”
She released her breath in a long sigh. “He didn’t do anything to me.”
“I know. Tell me what happened.”
Another pause.
“Khirro’s brother, Lehgan. Iana is his.”
A gust of wind rattled the shutters and pushed smoke back down the chimney but the women didn’t release their gazes from one another.
“Yes?” Elyea prompted.
“My blood didn’t come with the changing of the moon, so we thought I might be with child. We knew what would happen if our parents found out.”
She wanted desperately to drop her eyes from the ghost’s, to look upon her beautiful little girl instead of staring into the accusing green eyes. She couldn’t.
“So you blamed Khirro.”
Emeline’s head bobbed minutely.
“I made him drink until he passed out so he wouldn’t remember. When it became obvious I was with child, I said he raped me.” She paused and the woman continued staring, reading the story behind the words. “What else was I to do? If I told the truth, they’d have sent Lehgan away and Iana wouldn’t have her father. I love him.”
The woman’s gaze held. “As Khirro loved you.”
The room blurred before Emeline and she felt panic before realizing her eyes had filled with tears. She blinked and warm droplets rolled down her cheeks. The ghostly woman finally allowed her to look away and she hung her head, staring past the baby at the thresh covering the floor at her feet.
“I’m sorry,” Emeline said, breathy words carried on a sorrowful sigh.
“It’s not me to whom you need apologize.” The woman placed a surprisingly solid-feeling finger under Emeline’s chin and lifted her head. “It’s Khirro who needs to hear your words.”
Emeline sniffled and blinked to clear tears from her eyes.
“But how can I tell him?”
“Go to the Isthmus Fortress.”
“You said he’s not at the fortress.”
“He will be.”
Iana snored lightly against her mother’s chest, so Emeline removed her still suckling mouth from her nipple and pulled her dress back into place.
“But how do I know this is true? How do I-“
“What does your heart tell you?”
She stared into the fire, eyes stinging with drying tears. “I shouldn’t have done what I did.”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s done.”
“But I feel so bad. I-”
“Emeline.” Elyea’s hand brushed her knee and pulled her attention from the dancing flames. “What has happened has happened. It’s hard to understand, but it needed to be. Will you let it be for naught, or will you help Khirro fulfill his destiny?”
“I’ll go to him,”‘ she said. “I should bring Lehgan.”
“Of course. He’s Khirro’s brother-he has a part to play, too.”
The ghostly woman stood and looked down at Emeline and her baby. The air in the room grew lighter, easier to bear.
“We’ll go.”
The door opened, spilling dim twilight into the room, and the woman disappeared leaving behind a swirl of dust eddying in her place. Emeline looked toward the door, squinting at the silhouette outlined in the fading light. A sense of peace overtook her and she hugged Iana tight against her chest.
“Emeline?” Lehgan said stepping over the threshold and pushing the door closed. “Is everything all right?”
“Yes, my love.” She stroked Iana’s head as she spoke, smoothing the baby's ruffled, silky hair. “Sit down. I’ve something to tell you.”