Re: Episode 1.04: Aces and Eights
Wednesday November 24, 2004
It was just after sunrise when Raven quietly entered Pieran’s room. She sat on a chair next to his bed and watched as he slept. Normally she didn’t like to wake him, but today was different.
His nose twitched slightly, registering an aroma that disturbed his unconscious sleep. “Golanv; lekadem!” His lids fluttered open as he awoke with a painful start. “Raven –what’s happening? Where am I?” He fought to come awake. His eyes, shot with blood, focused blearily upon her face, soft with the early morning glow. He absently drew his bed covers higher on himself while struggling to sit upright for his guest. “I’m sorry. I was dreaming. What can I do for you?”
“I have something for you.” Raven smiled as she produced a finely crafted smoking pipe. It was made of ivory and carved in the shape of a dragon.
‘Okay, this is different,’ he thought. ‘She woke me up to give me a pipe. A damned beautiful pipe. But a pipe nonetheless.’
He took it in hand, inspecting its bas relief with evident appreciation. “Raven, this is lovely but...well, there’s bad news: because of my poor health my doctor has made me swear off smoking. At least before breakfast.” He looked at her quizzically. “I don’t understand...”
“I’ve been studying those books we got from Priestess Ninti. The Solerites knew how to infuse items with various enchantments, including healing enchantments. I’m nowhere near Ninti’s level but, I think I’ve come up with something to counter most of the effects of the poison. It’s not a cure. A cure would require me to remove a curse and… I haven’t figured out how to do that - yet.”
“If you begin and end each day with a smoke of this pipe, the paralysis, the weakness, and any other symptoms you have should diminish to a negligible level in a short time.”
Pieran considered that for a moment. Counter most of the effects. Paralysis/weakness should diminish to a negligible level. Not a cure. Symptom control. Pain management. Palliative care. In other words, hospice. He was slow to show delight, even with relief at hand. He once smoked for pleasure. Now he would smoke for pain. What would the Surgeon General think? It sure put a new torque on the whole dependency habit thing.
He wasn’t ungracious. It was only that he was frustrated. After all, Raven was doing her level best. He knew that. He too had been doing research; during his convalescence he’d had little else to do and in that time he could only find one theme echoing like old thunder through the books, scrolls, and tablets: No one survived Erinyes poison.
Then again, said the optimist, maybe no one before him had been given enough time. No victims before him had Raven on their side. A smile began crawling to his lips. She was not only his angel of the morning –his own messenger, but she was also his shield maiden and more than that, a newfound sword. Oh brave new world that had such people in it!
He couldn’t resist the urge to tease her. “I’m not so sure about this,” he said. “You would pluck out the heart of my misery, to re-write Hamlet. After all, I have a good thing going. This morning I awoke to a beautiful woman sitting beside my bed. That’s never happened before. Another beautiful woman, Alexis, visits me with tea and snacks. Johnny putters around my care. Dren has made me breakfast. A vampire cuts loose to have interviews with me. How Anne Rice is that? I’ve even had a famous musician show me the magic that will make my flute give Mozart pride...provided I knew how to play it. You would take all that away from me?
“Still, you did go to all this trouble,” he added, eyeing the long-tailed, draconic meerschaum. “It would be unmannerly of me to refuse such an elegant and thoughtful gift. Will any kinnikinnick do for smokes or do you have some special, wacky tobaccy in mind?” he added with a boyish wink.
“Technically yes, you can use anything you want. I think your doctor would recommend something herbal and low in carcinogens and addictive substances. As for the wacky tobaccy, probably best to save that for when you’ve stocked up on munchie food and have no plans to operate heavy machinery.” She smiled at him.