Amazon Chief (103 page)

She did all that while also serving the other duties of an Amazon warrior.

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Well, I think that's everyone.

As for the rest...

I made my mark on the Amazons. We'd already started going down this path, but one of the earliest decisions I made was to begin actively recruiting older companions to serve the older warriors. Until then, it happened almost accidentally starting with Maya, then Rora and Lia. We ask every warrior to train at least one new, young companion, but after that, it is her choice whether she wishes to train companions into warriors or to find a companion for life.

Maya and Malora have become quite the matchmakers, and I've had a hand involved a time or two. Or maybe a few more than that.

We still require all companions to learn to fight and to train with us twice daily. We even chase them with a demon the first few weeks. None of them like that. But after that, we train some of them more lightly, in keeping with their aspirations.

To be companions, friends, lovers. To warm our beds and soothe our souls.

We have two village chiefs who are companions. The first time I did that, there was an uproar, but I said simply, "I put the best woman into the job." I let my allies fight the battle behind the scenes.

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The demons are still there. They come. We kill them. And then we fight the voices, but our companions make that fight bearable.

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As I said,
Maya told me to write this story. "I wrote the beginning," she told me, "But you need to write the rest. What else are you going to do now that you're old and retired, Beria?" I'll answer that shortly. I'm sorry if I've rambled in places. I'm an old woman now, or practically so, and the mind does wander at times.

What about retirement?

It suits me. It suits us. We just saw the girls, and the first thing Annalise said when she stepped into the house was, "If I hear the word 'Queen' even once, just once, I am going to scream."

Malora and I had agreed to that stipulation if she rescinded the one calling each of us 'Queen'. She refused, so we quietly told everyone to call her 'Queen Annalise' at every opportunity.

She got even. We each ended up with pink hair.

She did it behind our backs, ordering everyone to the preparations and then drumming up some charge
for each of us. She ordered us seized, and our companions led the fray. And when she ordered us to cooperate...

We did. We might be retired from active duty, but we were still Amazons, and we obeyed our queen.

After retiring, Maya had asked Malora to grow her hair out, and she had. It was all grey, but it came in surprisingly full. Her head became a shocking color.

My hair is perhaps half grey. Annalise was going to strip the remai
ning black, but her Mama begged her not to, and so they dyed the grey, and the results were, well, quite ridiculous.

Afterwards, w
e called her 'Queen Annalise' even more often.

I've had love in my life: my parents and brothers, and now their children and even a few grandchildren. They're tickled pink
to have not just one, but two retired Amazon queens living nearby. They call me 'Auntie Queen'. Malora is 'Aunt Queenie'. We both love it.

Maya. She made me into what I am far more than my parents. I love her to pieces, and now I see her for hours every day.

She still tells me what to do. And I do it.

Malora, my second mother, my second big sister. She's old now, and she uses Juna's cane, but she's still got a few years left in her. It gets her goat, but we
continue to call her Queen.

Maya tells her what to do. And she does it.

Nori, my third big sister. Or aunt. I never could decide that, either. The land we all hold has grown with each newly retired Amazon, but we've built our homes at the junction of the land. Maya and Malora have the middle. Nori and Rora are on one side; Lia and I have the other. Omie and Vorine with their companions are next to us. We grow grapes and make a passable wine. The cases we send are coveted by the Amazons.

Omie, who I love now as much as I ever d
id. We still kiss, now and then, frequently at Lia and Aren's instigation. I was able to have two great loves of my life and, in a way, have kept them both.

The girls, one of whom is the new queen now. I asked Joelle, "Whose idea was it to start calling me 'Mother'?"

She grinned. "Aunt Tamma's. We asked Mama if she would mind, and she cried. Then we asked Maya if you would mind, and she cried."

"It took me years to get used to it. It still gives me a shiver of delight every time you do it."

She grinned. "You know we figured out calling you 'Mother' meant it was more likely we'd get our way."

My friends, especially Bea, Vorine and Jasmine. We're all together.

And Lia, my companion now for over twenty years. My lover, my keeper. She opened her heart and her arms to me. She shared her daughters with me, a precious gift I forever treasure. We still make love whenever we can. Maya caught us one day, and all Lia said was, "Like you and Malora aren't a couple of horny weasels yourselves."

As for retirement? It suits us. Lia asked me to teach her to sail. I asked my brothers to help. Dannick knew of an old ketch. "It's in bad shape, but the bones are g
ood." Maya bought it for me for a song -- literally. She played fiddle at a daughter's wedding, and they gave me the ketch. Over the winter, my nephews tore it apart and rebuilt it.

With lumber from White Pine.
Sent by Zora. Go figure.

I taught Lia to sail. Maya and Malora let us have the first sail alone, but then demanded to go along. So if you see a ketch bobbing at anchor in the harbor of
Gallen's Cove, check the name. I wanted to name it after Lia, but she and Maya disappeared one day, and when next I visited my nephews to see the boat, I saw a name painted on the stern: Queensride. Malora chortled when she saw it.

And then we both threatened to dye their hair pink.

A writer by avocation, Robin has a renaissance interest in many areas. A bit of a gypsy, Robin has called a few places home and has traveled widely. A love of the outdoors, animals in general and experimenting with world cuisines, Robin and partner share their home with a menagerie of pets and guests, although sometimes it is difficult to discern who is whom.

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Amazon Chief

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2014 by Robin Roseau

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