Andrew Prepares to Cross
Andrew emerges from his communion in Water, laughing.
“How, did she find me?”
Stepping on the rocks, Andrew reaches for his robe, turns and takes three breaths next to the water. The sun has not yet touched the Chapel dome, it was still chilly.
“Surely she cannot follow Air through Water?”
Andrew climbs the rocks to the worn path through the grasses and sees Michael emerging from the Chapel. Andrew realizes the time has come. Laurel had seen after all. He will have to leave the Isles.
Michael smiles to Andrew, who moves down the path.
Andrew calls to Michael, “I see her in the Waves. I dream of her. Her taste, I know. This, Priestess of the Wind! Her eyes. She feels me. She found me. Just now, while in communion.”
Andrew nodding, “Yes. There isn’t a current of Air that reaches underwater. How did she do it?”
“You feel her more often do you?”
“Michael, more of my consciousness runs to the East.”
“Andrew, why are you here? What does Laurel see?”
“Laurel… I am here to speak with you Michael. I do not wish to leave the Isles. Especially not now. I look for guidance, as always.”
Michael incredulous, “Guidance!! You have had guidance, Andrew.” Michael sits on a stone bench, facing Andrew. “What did it feel like?”
“Going into communion, I felt her across my diaphragm. She touched me.”
“She has green eyes.”
“She is known to you??”
“No. Although I may be to her.”
“You have love for her. How do you love his girl?”
“I do not know. Do you think she is a Priestess? I had not yet conceived of intimacy for one so far, un-met. Do you think it is possible? That someone has been passed an Initiation of Air? “
“Priestess?? Adept, certainly. Young to be so strong. So small. Maybe that is the Way of Air.
It was through you, Andrew, that I first saw her. I cannot see through the moon as you do, yet I crossed the Long Isles, as you said, followed the Water into the Valley. She was not there. You had been there. Thus, I saw her through you. Through you watching, in her reflections.”
She is mostly ephemeral to me as I would expect Air could be. Your currents are still the quickest path to her with the most information. You are connected.”
“Bel’Luna and our Mistress our so linked in this world, I cannot separate them. The great, deep currents of these earths. Brother, tell me what is of your mind.”
“Andrew, when I pass, what will you do? Will you live in the Chapel? Will you and Laurel be keepers of this Abbey?”
“I see Disciples of Water coming. They will need the training and guidance of a full Apostle. This, is who I am.”
“We have our Mistress.”
“Aye, we do.”
Michael smiles, “Experience counts for much, Andrew. You have done well. For yourself, for our Order and, for the Isles. The teachings and lessons have reawakened our people to Water again. The Way of the Cycle will be repeated for generations. One of my great joys will be to live in retirement, fishing, seeing you in my role, as Master to the new Disciples. There are many practitioners now, I wonder if you will be washed away in them!”
“I am sure you will enjoy it! Andrew looks to the water, “They are practitioners, as you say. Fledgling. Fertile ground, I am creating. No one has come to Chapel with the Question.”
“They ponder, now. Some are quite adept.”
“You believe I should go to the Priestess. What do you see of her?”
“You believe you should go to the Priestess, if that is what she is. I agree. I feel your pull to her as well.
Michael sighs, embracing Andrew.
“Andrew, when the Elder brought you to me, I was not expecting you. I did not see you coming; I did not look for you. I did not seek a Disciple. When I saw the Question was with you, there was such a relief. A great weight was lifted off of me, one I didn’t realize I was bearing. At first look, you Washed me. I knew the Order was saved and healed to my great and lasting joy and that has saved me.
Michael enters and returns from his chambers with a large staff in three pieces.
“This, is Ea’or. It has been of mind. If you would receive it, Ea’or will not fail you. Its core is iron, with spear and club, the shaft from a heart of a walnut. He is shod in a Southern creation called steel. Your course may run towards the South where Ea’or was fashioned. You may trust in it to guide you. “
“This did not come from the Order. Its purpose is clear.”
Michael smiles, “Do not disregard it so lightly.”
Andrews hefts Ea’or, “Lightly?”
“Luthien, truly is a marvel. Through you, the Elder have brought us skills lost of us from the Old Order. You are right to be teaching them openly in the Isles.
Ea’or is put together differently.
Do you know where she is in the Valley?”
Andrew begins to assemble Ea’Or, fixing the spear and club ends to the handle, “I do not. On the ridges, ethereal. I see her best through Bel’Luna, crossing the Shine and the Shadows. When she touches Water that I gaze into, I see her more clearly.”
“When you touch her Water, she will be known to you fully.”
“I do not doubt the connection that we share. There is Purpose.”
“And she of you, once she feels your Air.”
“Aye. And she of I.
Andrew reaches into Ea’or for the first time, touches the iron and snaps back. His hands begin to sweat, heavy and slick, black electric runs through his marrow, he is shaken. Slowly, Andrew becomes re-aware of his breath, opens his eyes. Currents still flowing within, he looks to Michael,
“Thank you for this, Michael. Ea’or. The Waters Everflow.”
Michael watches closely, “In Deed. Go forth, Andrew, Apostle of Water. Trust in your home here on Peel. When you return, the keys of the Abbey will stay with you.”