《He-Thing and the Cabal of the Cosmos》The Sword of the Huntress
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He-Thing awoke
to find the sun
seeping into the horizon,
its waning light
painting the clouds
and the Hospital
in limpid green.
He could hear the
pained moans
and despairing chatter
of the people around him,
each a polyptych
of unknowable suffering.
How far had these pilgrims travelled,
just to huddle in desperation
outside the Hospital,
counting the anguished minutes
like petals falling from a flower?
Vaila sat cross-legged next to him,
her eyes closed, her breath
in rhythmic but alert meditation.
“I know you are awake,”
she said, smiling.
“Come on,” said Vaila,
“It is time a nurse
sees to you.”
He-Thing’s eyes lingered
on a nearby cloud
of mayflies.
“I cannot walk, and Zolantos is gone,”
he said.
“I am too heavy
for you to bear.”
Vaila got to her feet.
“Alam,” she said,
“If you were heavier
than the entire Omniverse,
I would still
bear your weight.”
Vaila threw He-Thing’s arm
across her shoulder,
and he strained to lift himself,
struggling beneath the weight
of his body
and his shame.
They slowly meandered
through the crowd,
towards the Hospital,
until they came to
a monk,
accompanied by a memory slave,
cataloging the sick and wounded.
The monk was short and old,
with a weary, sleepless face,
and his memory slave noticed
our heroes first,
his eyebrow raised in suspicion
when he saw Vaila’s
complexion
was similar to his own,
but she wore no control collar —
unlike himself.
“Father,”
Vaila addressed the monk,
“my friend is gravely wounded.”
The monk scanned them
with his potent eyes.
“We have many wounded,” he said.
“And then there are
the diseased, the cursed,
the blighted. We have...”
The monk looked to his slave.
“One hundred twenty-four,”
the memory slave spoke.
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“One hundred twenty-four patients,
waiting to be seen by the nurses,”
the monk continued.
“Your friend will have to wait.”
“He could die!” Vaila protested.
“They all could die,” the monk replied.
He-Thing rallied his strength
to remain on his feet.
Just let me die,
he thought.
“Milady,” said the monk,
seeing that Vaila
had a sword on her hip,
but no control collar,
“I battle for the greater good.
Decisions must be made.”
Vaila felt a drop of sweat
run down the side of her face.
He-Thing’s weight seemed
to increase by the second.
But if she did not act,
Alam would die in the waning sun.
Still bearing her old friend’s weight,
Vaila rapidly drew her rapier,
and jabbed it
precisely
against the monk’s neck.
Vaila’s voice thundered over the crowd —
“I am Vaila, daughter of
Zolantos the Merciless Cripple,
Champion Huntress and wife
of the Divine White Light!
This is He-Thing, son of Leotas the Third,
Emperor of Asmodel and all these lands,
and you will heal him NOW!”
She expertly drew a drop of blood
from the monk’s neck.
The monk gestured to his slave,
who clapped his hands, and
attendants took He-Thing onto a stretcher.
Vaila withdrew her sword.
The monk touched his neck.
“My apologies, Huntress,”
he whimpered. “I did not know.”
She said nothing
as she sheathed her sword.
She could hear the crowd grumbling.
She could hear the word,
“Grag.”
to be continued...
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