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Chapter 6

*** His Turn***

"Yes, O.K." As he paced, his arms swinging back and forth, she could tell he was trying to re-focus his thoughts. The gestures were so like any other young man she knew that she found it quite endearing. He stopped suddenly, took a deep breath and came back to the table where he sat across from her, elbows on the table. "Yes, my turn." He still looked like he wasn't sure where to begin. Enough is enough she thought. "Yes, your turn." Her voice was sounding just a little bit on edge, but she was losing patience. "Sorry." He paused a moment, the length of time for her to really want to strangle him, and the effect wasn't at all lost on him. "It's just that I don't know where to begin." "I don't care," she told him bluntly. "As long as you start coming across with some information." She sighed. "Look, I am totally out of my element. Anything you can give me is that much I don't have to try to figure out later." She tried to smile encouragingly, but she really was getting tired of the circles no matter how cute a kid he was.

"O.K. To begin with," he started. She thanked whatever gods were listening for small favors. "If your family hadn't left Scotland, they would never have taken you." when her head snapped to focus on him he only nodded. "There's some sort of prohibition against taking captives from there. They normally take only from The States. Our history is so young and the cultures so mixed that I am assuming that they feel safe. I only know what can be accessed from the computer." He took a deep breath and let it out on a sigh. "The only race I have been allowed to have any contact with is our captors and they aren’t real free with free with information." He smiled rather lopsidedly and rather apologetically. "If all you are interested in is fact, than that's all I have for you." As he paused for her response, she took the opportunity to light another cigarette and request a refill of the teapot. "I want whatever you can give me. Fact, suspicion, guess, intuition, I don't care. I just need information." Actually this was what she wanted more than anything. The facts that could be found in a database were what she could find for herself. What she needed and was desperate for was what she couldn't get from any one but him.

She took a sip of tea from her newly refilled cup and another drag from her cigarette. "Guess?" he asked and at her slight nod he began again. "Either they don't have any talents of their own or at least they don't have many. If they did, the material rewards for taking the risk of taking you wouldn't be worth the risk of taking you. They have the means of training a talent such as yourself, so they must have had them at one point. Where did they go?" She nodded her encouragement. He pushed himself up from the table and began to pace. "As much as the crew of this ship look like elves of myth right out of Scottish history, I have always been curious. What if the race that makes up this ships crew isn't the only one that matches our myths? What if all the races of myth and legend are actually different races from across the galaxy? Maybe the centaurs, the amazons, the selkies and the rest were real and not just the food of fairytales and bedtime stories. I have wondered for a long time if they didn't take their own race's talents so much for granted that they simply left. If they lost the best of their own people to a mass exodus that might explain why they wont take from Scotland. If that's where they settled, that might explain the prohibition against taking talents from there. They don't have a copy in the on board computer that would pertain to your specific talent but once you have access to the main frame I can get you a copy of the 'indentured's' bill of rights. It basically protects against over-use and burn out. If they hadn't run across this before, why try to protect against it? You said they took your pentagram?" "Yes," she confirmed. "That and my family photos, my locket." "What did it look like?" It seemed a strange thing to ask, but it didn't hurt any thing to answer. "Just a simple Celtic knot work design. There were gemstones at each of the five points to represent the five elements of life. The gemstones are all cut from the same crystal formation so that all the members of our group are linked. I mean, it would be obvious to any one from home with half a brain who paid any attention to the entertainment industry that it had to do with majick. They might not know enough to tell that it is beneficial majick and not baneful, but there would be no mistaking it for anything but a pentagram." Now it was her turn to pause. "Hey," she asked. "You seem to have a pretty free run of the place. Can you get my stuff back?" He looked appalled at the thought. "Not the clothes. I don't care about that. I have more at home, but the pentagram and my locket..." "No." There was no mistaking his uncompromising tone. They were lost. "A pentagram here, or where we're going, is the symbol of the seer's guild. There's no way they would have kept it. The penalty for taking one of our world’s known or even self acknowledged seers is, to say the least, stiff. That's another reason I have the suspicions that I do. They may have learned from their own mistakes that it is unwise to anger a talented person. Talent doesn't work real well under pressure. You said they took you right out of your ritual circle?" He waited till she cautiously nodded. "It's unlikely that they didn't know your were a witch. They aren't going to run the risk of being found out. If they think you could give them away, they will jettison you without batting an eye just to save their own asses. It's that simple." "Oh, freaking yeah!" Now she was up and pacing. "Great, just great!" She had a million thoughts and scenarios running through her head. "They took me because they needed a witches skills, but the shouldn't have taken me because I am a witch. They took my jewelry because that could prove my claim. Someone just shoot me now!" "Calm down!" She was getting loud and he couldn't have that. Someone might over hear and that would be the end of that. He didn't think the crew had ever bothered to learn English, but he couldn't be sure. As she sat back down he could see her temper simmer and vibrate. "Your wiccan training is why you will survive this. I, personally, have never heard of a stupid witch. I have gone through there data base backward and forward. Once you get done with the programmed training they will set you up with an access terminal. Your value goes up as your knowledge goes up." Oh, shit! Now she was pissed again. "Training! What training. I can already use that thing." She smiled and it was a sight truly frightening. "Have them give me access to that and I'll show them how much training I don't need" "Be still!" The surprise that showed on her face told him to step carefully. "You know how to use that 'thing' to destroy. Can you use it to heal? Can you use it to boost all your skills and talents? Do you even know all the talents that you have?" He stopped a moment while that sank in. "You traced your family lines. Do you know what all the other witches in your family were capable of?" She thought he was asking a rhetorical question, but he patiently waited for an answer. "Most, but not all," she answered honestly. "There was a crystal ball reader. My grandfather used to use telekinesis to 'shark' at pool. Lets see... my sisters a healer. The rest is just old stories that I can't be sure of." She paused to look at him curiously. "Why?" "Because, from what I have been able to understand, and please understand that biology was never my strong point, whatever it is that grants the gifts is a dominant thing. If you have any at all, you have all. Not each gift can be used without a boost, but they're all there. With the training, all the gifts of your line will become active." O.K. now she was beginning to look a little overwhelmed. "You said your sister's a healer?" she nodded. "Well, your going to need to know the anatomy of all the races you will be likely to run across or be asked to heal... The languages I can get for you on the 'Q. T.'... After that we will get access to the mainframe library and we can go from there." He took a moment and made a stab in the dark. "Besides, if they fail with you, they will just go back and take another. They have already found a promising hunting ground." That did the trick. People with ties as strong as she seemed to have were unlikely to leave someone to their fate. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly in resignation. "O. K... I don't like this, but you've given me no choice." She was beginning to feel less guilty over what she felt she would have to do to protect her circle and family. "When do we begin?

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