The bokarus tried a third time to attack the travelers, but this time he looks to have vanished, the travelers hope permanently. Riding off the end of a cliff and into the sea would not have been a good thing, but after that encounter it appears someone showed some wisdom. The goddess Galatea, the one Grubby the dwarf call the Greek is escorting them the rest of the way to Danna.
The travelers came to the top of a small rise in the landscape and stopped. Tents and people of all sorts along with thousands of primitive boats stretched out for miles along the coastline in front of them. They looked like an invading army preparing to cross the channel, and they were. They were simply awaiting the order to go from the one oversized tent that was set up facing the sea, well apart from all the others.
Galatea vanished at the top of the rise with the words, “My baby is hungry and probably needs to be changed.”
“Bye,” Boston and Alexis voiced the word. The others were too taken in by the view to speak.
When they started down the backside of the rise, Katie had an observation. “I was not aware the gods were ever in such close proximity to the mortal world.”
“New jurisdiction, new rules,” Lockhart suggested.
Lincoln had the database out and was reading carefully, not paying attention to where his horse was taking him. “Aesgard, Olympus, a bit from Karnak and who knows what others are contributing to building a new house. Those children will marry Danna’s children and Western Europe will become its own world. The Children of Danna.”
“The Celtic world, before the days of Julius Caesar,’ Alexis said.
“Eventually, but not for a couple of thousand years,” Lincoln explained. “The Celts will move slowly out of Central Europe as the Germanic tribes move in.”
They came to the big tent, stopped and dismounted. After a bit of a wait, they hobbled the horses to let them graze and waited some more.
Danna was just standing there, staring out across the water to what would one day be called England. She had a cat cradled like a baby in her arms. The only movement she made was to gently pet the cat now and then. They all thought the cat was terribly patient for a cat, but eventually it wanted down.
“All right Mother,” Danna said. She set the beast down, but without moving her eyes from the water. She called, also without looking. “Lockhart.” He stepped up as the others kept back and watched the cat move to a rug at the entrance of the oversized ten where she gave herself a bath. They knew Mother was keeping an eye on the visitors. “I know you can’t see England from here, but she is out there, plotting and scheming with her children to wrest control of all these lands.”
“Domnu,” Danna said. “I have issued a challenge to single combat, but I don’t know if she will accept. I would guess her answer will not come today, but it may come in the night.”
“One of you must die?” Lockhart asked.
“Yes.” Danna said softly. She took a deep breath and turned with a smile for the rest of the group. “Welcome. There are some things you need to know right from the start.” She had everyone’s attention, but paused to look around at faces. “Goddess though I be, I cannot send you five thousand years back into the future. Three or four days is the normal limit for stretching time that even the gods must keep. Besides, Lady Alice remains unsteady as long as the Storyteller remains missing.”
“Understood,” Lockhart said.
“And as for all the ones that are following you and mean you harm, there is little I can do there. I see it foremost in Captain Decker’s mind, and Lincoln of course. The Djin following you is not in this time zone, and neither are the ghouls. The ghouls are gathering somewhere in your future so you must keep alert. Alexis and Katie, as for Bob, your werewolf, there is nothing I can do if he remains distant and in human form. My authority is not over humans.”
“Father?” Alexis had to ask. He was an elf so he was one of hers.
“Not in this time zone yet. I am sorry. Sorry Roland. But I am sure he is following, not far behind. I will hurry him when he gets here.
“What about the bokarus?” Lincoln asked.
“It made three attempts on our lives just since we have been in your time,” Katie explained and Alexis looked at the ground, embarrassed by one of those attempts.
“Mother, do you mind?” Danna asked the cat, and the cat appeared to blink. “Thank you,” Danna said as she held out her arm, and they all saw something like a dwarf materialize, upside-down, with one foot grasped in her hand.
“A dwarf?” Boston asked.
“Not even.” Grubby was still standing next to Roland and Boston, though no one much noticed. “This one’s got greenish skin, and green hair with no beard at all, and it is all as skinny as a one lunch, salad eating elf, er, no offense.” Grubby tipped his hat at Roland.
“My daughter-in-law, Morrigu snatched him just off the coast up in the direction from whence you came. No telling what torment she had in mind, but she brought it to me because she thought it might be one of my little sprites.”
“Not even,” Grubby repeated.
“Lady Alice has made an island of pristine wilderness in the archipelago of Avalon. This bokarus will live out its days there, and in time others of its kind will join him, but he will not be able to return here.”
Danna looked briefly at the bokarus and its mouth opened. “Help me. Get me out of here. This isn’t fair. This isn’t right. I’m getting dizzy. Help.”
“We had an agreement,” Danna said and she went away from that time and Faya, that was Beauty from long ago came to fill her time and place.
The eyes of the bokarus got far bigger than humanly possible. “No. No. I didn’t know it was you.” Danna came back to her own time and place and the bokarus faded like the mist until it vanished, echoing the sound of Darth Vader on a bad day, “NOooooo.”
Danna smiled again for everyone and waved her arm. Their tents were all set up for the night. The horses were gathered in, with plenty of oats to eat and a clean trough to drink from. The little dwarf lady from the first day was there cooking, except at the moment she appeared to be giving an elder dwarf a few pieces of her mind. They all guessed it was Gorman. There was spritely music in the distance, and plenty of chairs around a long oak table filed with all sorts of food. Mathonwy’s tent was there and Ahnyani and Kimkeri came out to get the festivities started. But Danna had one more thing to do.
“Boston,” she called, and Boston was obliged to appear in front of her. “Let’s step over here for a minute.” There were two chairs by the big tent placed conveniently to look out over the feast. “Do you love him?” Danna wasted no time.
“You know I do,” Boston said. Her eyes shot straight to Roland while Danna took her hand. Boston was nervous about holding the hand of an actual goddess, even if it was simply one of the lifetimes of the Kairos.
“Will you marry him?”
“I will if he ever asks me. He’s kind of slow.”
‘Boys are slow,” Danna said and she shouted toward the table. “Mathy!”
Mathonwy looked over and Danna stuck her tongue out at him. Mathy grinned. “That is what I admire most about my big sister. Her maturity.” He returned the raspberries to her and went back to his feasting. Boston covered her giggles.
“But I sense you will not ask Roland to become human and share your life with you,” Danna let go of Boston’s hand and stood, so Boston stood beside her.
Boston looked at the ground and spoke quietly. “Alexis made that choice to be with Lincoln. That almost killed her father Mingus. This whole thing started because he could not stand the thought of losing his only daughter to old age. I couldn’t do that to him again, to lose his son as well.”
“You like Mingus, don’t you?”
Boston nodded. “I do, despite everything.”
“But I am not always easy to get along with,” Danna said without explanation as she put both hands gently on Boston’s head. Boston felt a tingling sensation that went all the way to her feet.
“What did you do?”
“Nothing yet,” Danna admitted. “You have a long way to go to get back to the twenty-first century. Now we can see what your future may hold.”
Grubby the dwarf ran up suddeny, tipped his hat to Danna and grabbed Boston by the hand. He dragged her out to the makeshift dance area where Roland was waiting. Roland planted a kiss smack on Boston’s lips and she returned the kiss with a willing heart before the dance began.
Danna nodded and spoke to herself. “A long way to go is sometimes not very far.”
END of SEASON 2
Forever, On the Road: What happened to the Kairos, Glen, called the Storyteller when the travelers from Avalon began their journey? He sacrificed himself by leaping into the primeval chaos at the beginning of history. Now he is lost in the Second Heavens, that infinite space between Earth and the Throne of God, and he is trying to find his way back to the archipelago of Avalon, when he remembers who he is. The Second Heavens is the realm where memories are easily broken and distorted. It is the place where dreams come true – not just daydreams. It defies all of the laws of physics as time and space bend and fold back on themselves, and a life relived is twisted beyond recognition. It is the place of shadow images of living people and disembodied spirits of the dead, where Angels and Demons struggle for eternity, where myth and legend impact reality and it is a very dangerous place for someone who isn’t dead yet.
Avalon Season 3: Life in the twenty-first century was never like this! In the third season, Civilization begins to show its true colors with piracy, slavery and human sacrifice.. Roland and Boston heat up. Roland may ask Boston to marry him, and his father Mingus will have to do some serious adjusting, again. All of the “unsavories” presently following the travelers begin to get anxious for fear the travelers may be slipping away. And they find some new shadow beneath the full moons where Bob, the insane man they showed kindness to – well, they say werewolves always kill the ones they love. Technological and alien wonders, magic and mayhem, and the struggle to race with the human race and stay alive.
AVALON SEASON 3 … DON’T MISS IT …