CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and FIFTY-EIGHT
“That’s not really why we’re here, is it?” Delphie asked.
“Will you tell me?” Nash asked. “One minute, they are destined to destroy the planet and the next …”
Delphie sighed and just looked at him.
“Please?” Nash asked.
“The four queens are on retreat,” Delphie said. “The fourth queen …”
“The one Jake rescued?” Nash asked.
“Yes,” Delphie said. “She has put a kind of spell on her sisters. They do not remember their queendoms or the world outside.”
“Why did she do that?” Nash asked.
“I told her to do it,” Delphie said. “Well, I told Abi to tell her to do it. She complied with Abi’s order.”
“Why?” Nash asked.
“Because the fairy queens were never meant to build their own warring Queendoms,” Delphie said. “They were to rule together, but they were separated during the shift to a more masculine, patriarchal society. They don’t remember this, of course. But I do.”
“What will happen to their queendoms?” Nash asked.
“They will unite,” Delphie said. “Fin is working on the structure right now. Most fairies are relieved to not be fighting each other anymore. There are still some that have a high sense of their uniqueness.”
“Couldn’t they just be like states or countries in the EU?” Nash asked.
“That’s the hope,” Delphie said.
“Who will lead them?” Nash asked.
“Edie,” Delphie said. “At least until they are through the transition.”
“Edie?” Nash asked. “The baby nanny?”
“Yes,” Delphie said with a grin. “She is extremely powerful. She’s wise and kind. She wants to have an elected person from every fairy state. Right now, the fairy states are so used to being ruled that they want a queen. It’s going to be a journey for them.”
“Are you ready to talk about something that matters?” Delphie asked.
“Excuse me for caring about the state of fairies!” Nash said in an offended voice.
When she looked at him, she saw that he was smiling. Delphie grinned back.
“Why are Saul’s ashes over there?” Nash asked.
“You don’t want to talk about …” Delphie started.
“Just warming up,” Nash said.
Delphie grinned at him, and he shrugged.
“What do you know about Saul?” Delphie asked.
“He was in a concentration camp and Seth found him,” Nash said.
“Mr. Seth?” Delphie asked.
“He told me never to call him that,” Nash said. “‘If you can’t call me ‘O’Malley’ like everyone else does, then leave it at Seth.’ That’s a direct quote.”
“It does sound like him,” Delphie said.
Nash nodded. They were silent for a moment before Delphie sighed.
“Saul was Seth’s older brother,” Delphie said. “You’ve never had an older brother.”
“Charlie?” Nash asked. “But I know what you mean.”
“You’ve met Bernie,” Delphie said. “If you took the best of Bernie — his intelligence, wit, crazy courage — and added Seth’s mother’s good looks and hearty bone structure, you’d get close to Saul. He was gorgeous to look at and had such a beautiful soul. He could light up a room. Any room. When Seth had been at the school for two years, Saul told their step-father that he was going on a school trip. He took the train across the country to check on Seth. They spent a riotous week in New York City, before Saul went home. Seth gave him money for his brothers and their mother.”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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