Part 5 (2/2)
”Ladies, I'm sorry, you're going to have to leave. We're in the middle of an important seance here, and we've just made contact.”
”James II?” The short woman named Tansy wrinkled her brow, ignoring Bettina's plea. ”Are you sure? I distinctly remember cursing Cromwell.”
Dame Margaret shook her head. ”Of course you cursed him; we all did. Don't you remember the group cursing parties we used to have with the powers and virtues? All that thunder and lightning and those absolutely glorious bonfires that lit up the countryside for miles.”
”Ladies!” Bettina strode forward with a smile that was a bit tattered around the edges. ”I must insist that you leave now.”
”I liked the wine back then,” Tansy said with a sad little sigh. ”You just don't find wine like that anymore.”
”You don't find plague anymore either, but you won't catch me bemoaning the loss of those days. Yes, yes, we hear you, whatever your name is.” Dame Margaret turned to Bettina, who was standing at the opened door. ”This won't take long at all.”
”We're quite experienced at conducting trials,” Tansy said as she bustled over to the door, patting Bettina's arm. ”Why don't you take a seat, dear. It will all be over before you know it.”
”She said trial,” Sarah whispered, gripping my forearm. ”Didn't Theo say something about a trial before you scared him off?”
”And a champion,” I answered, nibbling my bottom lip. It was a bad habit from youth, but one I couldn't help in times of stress...
and whether I wanted to admit it or not, I was suddenly a bit worried about the two women who were even now escorting an overwhelmed-looking Bettina back to her seat.
”What do you think it means?” Sarah asked.
”Ladies and gentlemen!” Dame Margaret clapped her hands and, without warning, the room was filled with an intense bluish light, seemingly coming from nowhere and everywhere at once. It must have dazzled me more than I realized, because without being aware of moving, I suddenly found myself standing in the center of the room, facing the two women, Sarah at my side. ”We commence with the first trial of the virtue known as Portia Harding.”
”I have a feeling this evening is going to end up being just as strange as the afternoon,” I told my friend.
She nodded.
”Is your champion ready?” Dame Margaret asked me.
Sarah and I looked at each other. ”I'm a champion? Isn't that like a knight-errant or something?”
”So I gather.” I turned back to face the two women. Beyond them, Bettina, Milo and his wife, and the elegant lady watched us with startled eyes. They were oddly silent given the unexpected interruption. ”I'm really sorry, but this has to stop.”
Dame Margaret frowned. ”You're not Portia Harding?”
”Yes, I am, but-”
”And this is your champion?”
”No, she's my friend, not a champion, but-”
”It is your right to waive the presence of a champion, although I can't imagine why you would do so,” Dame Margaret said with a shrug.
”Look, this has gone far enough,” I said, getting angry. ”As I explained to Theo, we are not the gullible, helpless tourists we may look to be, and frankly, we've had a h.e.l.l of a day and I'm really not going to put up with any more fun and games a la Theo. Feel free to trot back to him and tell him that your little scheme didn't work, and the police will be contacting him about this continued hara.s.sment.”
Tansy pursed her lips. Dame Margaret frowned. Sarah clutched my arm even tighter.
”We are already late, Portia Harding. I don't understand the purpose of your little joke, but we have a job to do. Tansy, if you please?”
”This is absolutely insaaaaaaaaa-”
Before I knew what was happening, little round b.u.t.terball Tansy threw herself at me, slamming into me with a force that knocked me backward several feet onto my b.u.t.t. I stared in stunned disbelief at her as she did the flying dive toward me, knocking the breath out of me as her not-insubstantial form squashed me like a ripe bug. My head hit the ground, making me see stars for a few seconds, my already injured shoulder screaming with reawakened pain.
”Sweet mother of reason, what do you think you're doing?” I shrieked as Tansy grabbed my hair and started slamming my head against the floor. ”Sarah, call the cops!”
”I can't move,” Sarah yelled back, her voice strained. ”Something seems to be holding me back.”
”You are not the champion,” Dame Margaret said with irritating calm. ”Only a champion can a.s.sist a subject.”
”Stop it, you crazy old lady!” I screamed as Tansy sat on me and continued to pound my head against the floor. I struggled against her, trying to push her off me, but for an old woman, she was remarkably strong. It didn't help that one of my arms was just about incapacitated due to my sore shoulder, or that my head was becoming more and more befuddled with each wallop on the floor.
”Someone help me!”
Tansy's face was twisted with concentration, her teeth bared in a grotesque parody of a smile.
”Fifteen seconds,” Dame Margaret said in a bored voice. ”I suggest that you make your move soon, Portia Harding.”
”Arrrrrrrgh!” I bellowed, trying to twist my way out of Tansy's vicious grip. Part of my mind, the part that annoys me the most, pointed out with abstracted amus.e.m.e.nt the irony of being beaten up by an overweight, elderly lady after having earlier survived attacks by an extremely fit man.
”Ten seconds.”
”Are you all right, Portia?” Sarah called.
”No...I...am...not...” I answered in between head bangings. ”Gaaaarr!”
”Can't you just push her off you?” she asked. ”It's just one old lady.”
”This isn't an old lady; it's a big-time wrestler in disguise,” I snarled, trying to pry Tansy's hands from my head.
”Five seconds.”
”Well then...you're just going to have to persuade her to stop,” Sarah said, quite unreasonably in my opinion. ”Without striking her, of course. I do not condone physical abuse of the elderly.”
”Granng!” ”And...cease.”
In a twinkling, Tansy released me and hopped up, immediately straightening her shapeless wool skirt and blouse, the former of which had been somewhat rumpled during her attack on me. ”What happened?” she asked, peering down at me.
”That's what I'd like to know,” I answered a bit woozily. With slow, careful movements, I sat up, feeling the back of my head.
There was a horribly tender spot, from which tendrils of pain snaked out and wrapped themselves around my brain. ”I'm going to have a h.e.l.l of a goose egg back there. What have I ever done to you that you'd attack me like that?”
”Why didn't you defend yourself?” Tansy asked, looking confused.
Sarah rushed over and helped me to my feet, her face red with anger. ”You people are insane-insane! How dare you a.s.sault us!
You may be elderly, but that does not give you the right to beat up whom soever you feel like!”
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