“Of course you can decline at any time … even now.”
Rejali stared at the prioress for a few seconds before she strolled to the nearby window. Her motion seemed automatic, as though she were sleepwalking. Indeed, the proposal Mother Juthfride just informed her about seemed like an event in a dream, something preposterous.
She placed a hand on the smooth wood of the sill and gazed at the rugged mountains standing sentry over the valley her community thrived in. Directly outside the window a few members labored in the garden, cultivating a mixture of crops from both Earth and the native soil of Hin. The sight of the garden struck a chord of longing in her heart….
She didn’t want to leave.
“Why me?” Even as she spoke to the window pane, Rejali already surmised what the answer would be.
“Besides the obvious fact you’re a young woman, your standing as a Disciple is exemplary. You possess both the physical skill and spiritual girding someone in that position would need.” Juthfride’s tone was both calm and conciliatory.
“Why not assign somebody to just be a bodyguard?”
“That option is still on the table. In fact, if this supplicant had been a woman, you would be their choice.”
Rejali frowned at the pale reflection of herself in the pane. Ever since she undertook training in the Discipline, she’d wanted to serve in the fullness of her capacity. But what the curia asked of her now seemed a call beyond that of duty.
“And this … deliverer … is sanguine with this arrangement?”
“He is open to it. I wasn’t informed of any of the particulars in that regard.” Juthfride’s lips hinted at a curt smile as she folded her arms. “And of course if he decides he doesn’t like you, he is also free to decline.”
The deliverer … was for real. For as long as she could remember, even if only once in long while, Rejali heard whispers of this individual. His existence was something of a worst-kept secret, a rumor, a possible lie that humanity harbored someone who would break the absolutism of the Voratene empire.
And now she was being asked to consider the possibility of becoming his wife?
“There is one detail that makes me poorly qualified for this assignment.”
“None of us are perfect.” Her mouth retained its shape. “I presume you’re alluding to the fact you’ve engaged little in space travel?”
“I … was never very interested in that.” Frankly, the thought was a bit terrifying, but she hadn’t spoken of it since childhood. Her family figured she’d outgrown it.
“If you agree to this arrangement, you will grow accustomed to it. He is, obviously, very experienced in that regard.” Juthfride unfolded her arms. “It is true that by Earth calculation he’s around a year younger than you, but flight has been his entire life.”
“He’s … younger?” She’d always thought he’d be a little older, but considering how relative age was among the various alien races, it was understandable such a detail would be blurred. “So, why did he come to us now for protection?”
“I don’t have all the details, but several years ago, when his father was killed, his mother made the request that if she also died, we would provide a companion to help him evade the troops.”
“When was she … killed?”
“Nearly a year ago. He managed on his own for much of that time, but in the last month a … heated … encounter crossed his path with a Disciple who offered help. When this deliverer discovered he was a family man, he tried to slip away. But the Disciple convinced him to give the curia a chance to assign him a more suitable advocate.”
“And I was their first choice … but because of the obvious, I can only carry out this duty if we’re married.”
“Don’t make it sound like they’ve dismissed matrimony as a convenience. It is precisely because of its sanctity that the two of you have complete control over what you decide to do with the situation.”
Naturally. If this supplicant had been a woman, Rejali would have simply received her marching orders and taken on the task despite any trepidation about space travel. But this matter was more delicate. She had the option to decline.
And she could decline right now. She could say no and be done with it and keep working in the gardens and refine her training with the Discipline. She wouldn’t have to worry about being exposed to space … at least not for a while … depending on what assignment might come up later….
The curia must have decided their top-rated Disciple, despite her youth, was necessary for the charity of defending a fugitive who’d demolished nothing and yet was still on the Voratene’s most-wanted list. But there were plenty of other adherents they could choose from. Her refusal wouldn’t leave them in a void….
No … she hadn’t become a Disciple to avoid her fears. God had given her a gift, not only of life but also of miraculous healing. When Rejali chose to join the Discipline as a mere child, it was because it was the most significant way to show her gratitude. She wanted to serve in the fullness of her capacity … she’d just hoped to do so on Hin, or at least get to reside on another planet.
She thought of the quip attributed to Saint Teresa of Calcutta, how God would never give one any challenge that couldn’t be handled – she just wished He didn’t know she could handle so much.
Every cell in her body seemed to shudder before the words that emerged from her mouth. “Since this agreement must be mutual, I suppose there is no harm in taking that first step. When do I meet him?”
“Your transport can be arranged anytime, so you might as well take a day to spend with your family and get yourself packed.”
Her heart fluttered. “No chance of his coming here?”
Juthfride shrugged. “He claims that wherever he goes, devastation often follows in his wake. It is for the safety of this community you must meet at his current location.”
Rejali drew a deep breath and managed to nod. “Then I’ll get ready to leave.”
She strolled out the door and into the hallway, her heart pounding against her chest. The light breeze that bushed her face upon stepping outside the chancery was also welcomed for another deep breath, and her attention drew again to the garden.
When she wasn’t training, there was little more soothing to her than working in the soil, of tending to the crops that the ground provided. It was such a basic and primal activity, harkening back to the origin of humanity. These days could soon become only memory, and she wondered if she’d ever return to the garden. And then a realization dawned on her.
Was she really more afraid of traveling in space than deciding if a complete stranger would make a suitable husband?
So here is this month’s contribution to #BlogBattle, and the word this time was Proposal. There are a couple of ways to define that one, so I just thought I’d try to work both of them in. And don’t miss checking out the other entries this month!