After the loss of family, Carlos was always the abandoner, never the abandoned. His need to be in control in his relationships was tremendous and appeared to dictate all his actions.
From: Sorcerer’s Apprentice - my life with Carlos Castaneda
Amy Irving
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“Hello? Em?”
Emlyn glanced up the stairway. Jeanne was awake. “Feeling better?” Em inquired. “Absolutely.” Jeanne made a careful descent downstairs. “You’re just in time for dinner,” Em told her. “At Athena’s.”
Em turned to Axelis. “We will meet you there.” Axelis nodded and quickly made his exit.
“Interesting man.” Jeanne noticed. “Your father?” “Yes.” Em sighed, “ He is attempting to act human now.” Jeanne grinned. “Nice try.” “Indeed.” Emlyn headed into the kitchen. “I need to leave a note for Shannon. Just in case…”
“This should be an interesting dinner,” Jeanne opined as the two headed down the well worn pathway to the gatehouse. “Do you notice anything odd about the meadow over there?” Emlyn inquired. Jeanne stared about. “No. Not really. The usual…although it could use some rain perhaps.” “Just wondering…it’s nothing,” Em wanted to be certain of Axelis’ ship’s cloaking device. All seemed in working order.
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Athena hosted an impromptu gathering with her guests strewn about the parlor, gathered round her pirate chest as they noshed on a mound of cheesy biscuits while a great cauldron of soup was kept bubbling over the low fire in the stone fireplace.
“Any ideas as to what to do about our friends about to become the enemies of the US?” Jeanne paused. “Just asking.” Axelis glanced about the crowd. “Our people had to learn the hard way that violence is not the answer. Our homeland was nearly destroyed before we came to our senses at last.”
“In my timeline before this, it was much the same,” Athena concurred as she spooned the up the last of her soup. “Which is why Daryl sent the lucky few back into another timeline in the past. Here and now.”
“It will take a while for a marching patrol to make it to Washington,” Emlyn noted. “I think Shannon had a good idea …Maurice may be able to see what we may be missing. From his eastern viewpoint. I should stop by and inquire.”
Axelis suddenly looked up. “Maurice?” he asked. Emlyn was surprised by his question, to say the least.“Yes. He is a gentleman friend of mine in Ontario. Canada.”
“I am acquainted with Canada,” Axelis frowned slightly. “ Your northern neighbors. It is quite cold there.”Em smiled slighty. “ Indeed. Especially in the eastern provinces. The snow is quite beautiful though.”“But, cold. Still”Axelis confirmed.
“More beer anyone?” Athena offered. “The newest batch is still fermenting but should be ready in another week. This one will be a dark beer, and not so hoppy.”
“Excellent.” Axelis accepted a small top up. “ I do prefer your darker ales. Heartier.”
“Axelis refused alcohol until I convinced him to try my brew.” Athena commented proudly, “He has since become quite the expert.”
“A very little bit goes a long way,” Axelis replied. “ Generally, my people do not indulge in spirits.” He took a small sip and continued, “I would like to know more of this Maurice of whom you speak, daughter.”
Em was gobsmacked just then. Now he decides to act somewhat fatherly? L’etonnement! As Maurice might say! “Ah, well…” Em stammered.
Just then a series of knocks sounded rather loudly at the door. Not wanting for an answer, Shannon burst in upon the crowd. “Sorry to interrupt, but Em, Jeanne, I think we should go,” she announced breathlessly, “They, Kidd and company, have AIRSHIPS now! Airships loaded with bat bombs and headed east!”
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