Twisted And Untwisted Tales (Star Lady Tales Book 5) - Mari Collier

Twisted And Untwisted Tales (Star Lady Tales Book 5) by Mari Collier

Book excerpt

A Dunbar Encounter

Dillon lowered his guitar on the last strummed notes. Tears were in his brown eyes and the eyes of the listeners. He smiled at me.

“That be it, the tale of the one who saved our home planet years ago. Other ballads tell of his bones being buried here in the far western lands where tis said to be known by those that still live out there. Now tell me, did ye like the part where he battled the monsters of the deep or the monsters of the earth before delivering the magic blue crystal to his father? Mayhap ye favor the part where they fight the flying monsters with blue flames?”

“Oh, no,” one of the women at the bar chimed in. “She would have liked the part where the Kenning Woman throws her own blue flames at the witches. Then she marries the blind-eyed one and from that union comes Daniel, the dragon slayer.”

I cleared my throat and looked at Dillon before speaking. His straight, dark hair was parted in the middle and clubbed back. His brown eyes were fixed on me waiting for my answer. No man had a right to be so handsome and broad shouldered.

“Well, I must say the underwater part was quite frightening. You will have to forgive me for not responding right away. Your words and singing are very effective in raising one’s emotions.” I was not lying for his voice had stroked my soul.

Dillion smiled and straightened. The smile showed white teeth, still undarkened by age or by the pina pod skins. He was smaller than the Thalians that settled this planet, but still blocky by Earth’s standards.

“Well, now, since ye liked that so much, would ye like the ballad of Daniel the Dragon Slayer? It tells how he was so mighty that he rid the skies of them and could wrestle them down with brute strength. We can share another brew while I am singing. It does go on for a while.” His smile drew my breath away.

“And his love life was so tragic.” This came from the youngest woman at the bar. She was but barely out of her teens and still slender. Her dark eyes filled with tears just thinking of the ballad.

“No, thank you, Dillion, but if I could return tomorrow night, I would indeed like to hear about a real dragon slayer. We have such legends on Earth, but the passage of time has dimmed any details. Thank you for a most memorable evening.” I stood, and turned off my recorder. The song would be deposited in the records when I returned to the ship. It took a moment to realize the door was to my left.

A chorus of farewells followed me out the door, but so did Dillion. I was truly grateful to be out of that close, drinking hall made of rough wooden timbers. How could an ancient society devolve so rapidly? My head was splitting from the bad brew, a song that could last for hours, and the smell of burning pina pods. Didn’t they know the pods and leaves were much better used for tea, for oils, for a nut snack, anything besides the barely euphoric narcotic they made from it? My head needed to be clear for the notes I would make from the recordings. I was surprised when Dillion took my arm.

“This is the first time you have had our pina brew. Sometimes it hits the Earthers hard. I will make sure ye are safely to your quarters.”

I was about to shake my arm free when I realized his touch was soothing and exciting at the same time and I did seem to have a bit of a problem walking at night in the dimmed street lights. Besides, he is a handsome man. Since I was gathering information on their culture, what better way than a chat while walking to my appointed quarters?

At the door to the apartment I had been assigned, he swept me into those strong, muscled arms of his and began kissing me. It took my breath away and started every nerve end in my body jumping, yearning, and crying out for more, more, more! Somehow the door was opened, we walked through, Dillion kicked it shut, and then he was carrying me into the bedroom.

“Tonight our bodies will sing together,” he whispered into my ear. And sing we did. It was a wondrous concert that went on for hours.

I didn’t waken until the sun was directly overhead and high enough to beat through the heavy layer of clouds that seem to cover the seacoast of Dunbar. For a few seconds I simply blinked my eyes and tried to remember where I was. My head was still throbbing and I stumbled into the adjacent room looking for facilities and a Comfort. At first I was shocked staring into the wavy mirror. My eyes seemed to be turning a light brown instead of the green with brown flecks bestowed on me at birth by the genetics of a blue-eyed father and a brown-eyed mother.

Once I finished washing my hands and splashing water onto my face, I realized the Comfort was in my case. I stumbled back into the room when the insistent beep-beep from my com demanded an answer.

My “hulo” came out slurred. Even to my ears it sounded wrong.

.“Lynne? Ms. Laven, is that you?” Captain Jessup’s voice seemed to roar in my ears.

“Aye, sir,” came out mumbled.

“What’s wrong?” He demanded.

“My head; it’s all fuzzy and my eyes are turning brown. I think my hair is still light brown.” The last must have been incomprehensible to Captain Jessup.

“That’s it. A carrier is being sent for you. You’ll return here for evaluation.”

“But I promised Dillion I would listen to his ballad of Daniel, the Dragon Slayer.” That came out as a wail. Something inside was drawing me back to that wood, smoke filled room of gentle loving people and a masterful man in bed. I wanted to experience it all again. I could almost feel the nerves below tingling in anticipation of beholding Dillion’s dark eyes smiling at me or his hands stroking my body.

“Be ready in ten minutes or they’ll use force to return you.” The com went dead. I tried to re-establish a connection, but there was no response. I hurled the thing across the room. There was just time enough to grab a quick bite and smooth my hair. I ran the few blocks to the wooden building, but it was locked against the daylight.

I choked back a sob when I realized it would not open until the soft light of the evening hours no matter how hard I pounded with my fists. Where, where did these people dwell? In their homes, of course. Obviously, my head was still not operating up to par. Why weren’t some of them about? Where was Dillion? I turned, hoping that some movement would tell me which direction I should go, when a pair of Uniteds came quick-stepping down the street.

“Ah, Ms. Laven, come with us, please. Captain Jessop has ordered you back to the ship.”

I stared at them. How did they find me so rapidly? I looked at my hands. Somehow the sides of my fists were bruised. How long had I pounded on that plank door?

The two were now on either side of me and guiding me towards a silvery capsule almost as large as a house. The sunlight gleamed against it.

“Oh, how lovely, that is. Someone should compose a ballad about it and the brave men who pilot it.”

“Yes, ma’am.,” they replied and belted me into a seat. I fell asleep immediately when ensconced in the comforts of the cushy seat. How unlike the hard, wooden stool I sat on last night. My dreams were of smoke and music sung by a wide-shouldered, dark haired man with white teeth. I woke briefly while they docked and tried to flee.

It took the two of them to drag me from the carrier. I kept begging them to take me back. They must have called ahead for the hover gurney and a white clad droid was waiting for me by the door. Struggle was useless. I was belted down and taken to the Med Lab. I remember thinking what beautiful sliver and blue walls. The white gurney and white clad med clothing looked so lovely as they attached a tube to my arm and the darkness closed over me.

I awoke in a pink room, in a bed with paler pink sheets and covers. A female in a white pant suit was smiling at me.