CHAPTER FOUR
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CHAPTER FOUR
Gwendolyn stood on a golden bridge. Clutching its rail, she looked down over the edge and saw a raging river beneath her. The rapids roared with fury, rising ever higher as she watched. She could feel their spray even from here.
“Gwendolyn, my love.”
Gwen turned to see Thorgrin standing on the far shore, perhaps twenty feet away, smiling, holding out a hand.
“Come to me,” he pleaded. “Cross the river.”
Relieved to see him, Gwen began to walk toward him—until another voice stopped her in her tracks.
“Mother,” came a soft-spoken voice.
Gwen spun to see a boy standing on the opposite shore. Perhaps ten, he was tall, proud, broad-shouldered, with a noble chin, a strong jaw, and glistening gray eyes. Like his father. He wore a beautiful, shining armor, of a material she did not recognize, and had warrior’s weapons around his belt. She could sense his power even from here. An unstoppable power.
“Mother, I need you,” he said.
The boy reached out a hand, and Gwen started toward him.
Gwen stopped and looked back and forth between Thor and her son, each extending a hand, and she felt torn, conflicted. She did not know which way to go.
Suddenly, as she stood there, the bridge collapsed beneath her.
Gwendolyn screamed as she felt herself plunging into the rapids below.
Gwen fell into the icy water with a shock and tumbled and turned through the raging waters. She bobbed up, gasping for air, and looked back to see her son and her husband, standing on opposite shores, each holding out their hands, each needing her.
“Thorgrin!” she yelled out. Then: “My son!”
Gwen reached for them both, screaming—but she soon felt herself plummeting over the edge of a waterfall.
Gwen shrieked as she lost sight of them and dropped hundreds of feet toward sharp rocks below.
Gwendolyn woke screaming.
She looked all around, covered in a cold sweat, confused, wondering where she was.
She slowly realized she lay in a bed, in a dim castle chamber, torches flickering along the walls. She blinked several times, trying to understand what had happened, still breathing hard. Slowly, she realized it was all just a dream. A horrible dream.
Gwen’s eyes adjusted, and she spotted several attendants standing about the room. She noticed Illepra and Selese standing on either side of her, running cold compresses along her arms and legs. Selese wiped her forehead gently.
“Shhh,” Selese comforted. “It was just a dream, my lady.”
Gwendolyn felt a hand squeeze hers, and she looked over and her heart lifted to see Thorgrin. He knelt by her bedside, holding her hand, his eyes alight with joy to see her awake.
“My love,” he said. “You are okay.”
Gwendolyn blinked, trying to figure out where she was, why she was in bed, what all these people were doing here. Then suddenly, as she tried to move, she felt an awful pain in her stomach—and she remembered.
“My baby!” she called out, suddenly frantic. “Where is he? Does the boy live?”
Gwen, desperate, studied the faces around her. Thor clasped her hand firmly and smiled wide, and she knew all was okay. She felt her entire life reassured by that smile.
“He lives, indeed,” Thor replied. “Thanks to god. And to Ralibar. Ralibar flew you both here, just in time.”
“He is perfectly healthy,” Selese added.
Suddenly, a cry tore through the air, and Gwendolyn looked over to see Illepra step forward, holding the crying baby bundled in a blanket in her arms.
Gwendolyn’s heart flooded with relief, and she burst into tears. She started crying hysterically, weeping at the sight of him. She was so relieved, tears of joy washed over her. The baby was alive. She was alive. They had survived. Somehow, they had made it through this terrible nightmare.
She had never felt more grateful in her life.
Illepra leaned forward and placed the baby on Gwen’s chest.
Gwendolyn sat up and looked down, examining him. She felt reborn at the touch of him, the weight of him in her arms, his smell, the way he looked. She rocked him and held him tight, all swaddled up in blankets. Gwendolyn felt herself filled with waves of love for him, with gratitude. She could hardly believe it; she had a baby.
As he was placed her arms, the baby suddenly stopped crying. He became very still, and he turned, opened his eyes, and looked right at her.
Gwen felt a jolt of shock race through her body as their eyes locked. The baby had Thor’s eyes—gray, sparkling eyes that seemed to come from another dimension. They stared right through her. As she stared back, Gwendolyn felt as if she had known him from another time. For all time.
In that instant, Gwen felt a stronger bond to him than she had to anyone or anything in her life. She clasped him tight, and vowed to never let him go. She would walk through fire for him.
“He has your features, my lady,” Thor said to her, smiling as he leaned over and looked with her.
Gwen smiled back, crying, overwhelmed with emotion. She had never been so happy in her life. This was all she ever wanted, to be here with Thorgrin and their child.
“He has your eyes,” Gwen replied.
“All that he doesn’t yet have is a name,” Thor said.
“Perhaps we should name him after you,” Gwendolyn said to Thor.
Thor shook his head, adamant.
“No. He is his mother’s child. He bears your features. A true warrior should carry the spirit of his mother, and the skills of his father. He needs both to serve him well. He will have my skills. And he should be named after you.”
“Then what do you propose?” she asked.
Thor thought.
“His name should sound like yours. The son of Gwendolyn should be named…Guwayne.”
Gwen smiled. She instantly loved the ring of it.
“Guwayne,” she said. “I like that.”
Gwen smiled wide as she held the baby tight.
“Guwayne,” she said down to the child.
Guwayne turned and opened his eyes again, and as he looked right through her, she could have sworn she saw him smile. She knew he was too young for that, but she did see a flicker of something, and she felt certain that he approved of the name.
Selese leaned forward and applied a salve to Gwen’s lips, and gave her something to drink, a thick, dark liquid. Gwen immediately perked up. She felt she was slowly coming back to herself.
“How long have I been here?” Gwen asked.
“You have been asleep for nearly two days, my lady,” Illepra said. “Ever since the great eclipse.”
Gwen closed her eyes, and she remembered. It all came rushing back to her. She remembered the eclipse, the hail, the earthquake. . . She had never seen anything like it.
“Our baby portends great omens,” Thor said. “The entire kingdom witnessed the events. His birth is already spoken of, far and wide.”
As Gwen clutched the boy tight, she felt a warmth spread through her, and she sensed herself how special he was. Her entire body tingled as she held him, and she knew this was no ordinary child. She wondered what sort of powers ran in his blood.
She looked over at Thor, wondering. Was this boy a druid, too?
“Have you been here all this time?” she asked Thor, realizing he had been by her side all this time and overwhelmed with gratitude toward him.
“I have, my lady. I came as soon as I heard. Aside from last night. I spent the night at the Lake of Sorrows. Praying for your recovery.”
Gwen burst into tears again, unable to control her emotions. She had never felt more content in her life; holding this child made her feel complete in a way she had not thought possible.
Despite herself, Gwen flashed back to that fateful moment in the Netherworld, to the choice she had been forced to make. She squeezed Thor’s hand and held the baby tight, wanting both of them close to her, wanting both of them to be with her forever.
Yet she knew that one of them would have to die. She cried and cried.
“What is wrong, my love?” Thor finally asked.
Gwen shook her head, unable to tell him.
“Do not worry,” he said. “Your mother still lives. If that’s why you are crying.”
Gwen suddenly remembered.
“She is gravely ill,” Thor added. “But there is still time yet to see her.”
Gwen knew that she had to.
“I must see her,” she said. “Take me to her now.”
“Are you sure, my lady?” Selese asked.
“In your condition, you should not be moved,” Illepra added. “Your delivery was most abnormal, and you must recover. You are lucky to be alive.”
Gwen shook her head, adamant.
“I will see my mother before she dies. Take me to her. Now.”
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