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     Day Four.

     "I think I've figured out why we've been put together like this."

     "Oh?" I said, curious.

     "Yeah.  You're here to teach me to like men."

     "Intriguing scenario," I said.  "And what, my dear, brings you to
this conclusion?"

     "You.  Everything about you is reassuring.  You've taken to calling
me 'dear' and 'sweetheart' and 'gorgeous,' and it doesn't bother me.
You've touched me gently without making a pass at me.  You have been at
times lewd and crude and suggestive and never once have I felt
frightened."

     "Never?"

     "Well... once I did.  But it wasn't your fault!  That was the
frightening part.  I found myself liking you."

     "What's wrong with that?  Look, we're in a very strange place,
alone for almost a week now.  You're in pain, and you're confused.  I
mean, we're going somewhere so that you can give up your very humanity,
and that's not something that's done casually.  I think the Hall made a
mistake."

     "I don't think so."

     "You don't, huh?" I asked her quietly.  "The Hall knew you were
going to be tired and hurting and vulnerable long before you got to the
Walls of the Hall, and it put me, the most lecherous person I know, as
your guide."

     "You're not such a bad choice."

     "And you're reverting, Greta.  Look at the signs in yourself.  The
pain and the fear is driving you down, until only your more childlike
reaction show themselves.  Think."

     "So what if they are?" She demanded.  "I like what I am, no matter
what.  Yes, it hurts.  And tomorrow we should reach the Walls, and then
what?  You said yourself that all depends on the Hall.  And yes, I'm
afraid.  But that's no reason to stop.  I need this.  More than anything
else, I want to live."

     "Woah, slow down, sweetheart.  I was just saying I disagree with
the Hall's choice, not yours.

     She stopped, and smiled tiredly.  "See?  I don't get angry when you
call me that.  I even like it.  Oh, well, someone revoke my rabid
lezzie-on-a-leash card."

     I laughed.  "Where did you get that expression?"

     She shrugged.  "From a lover.  She used to call me that when I did
something stupid."

     We were quiet for a while, and then she said, "Ken?"

     "Hmmm?"

     "When you're with men, what do you do?"

     "Do you know the handkerchief codes?"

     "I remember most of them."

     "Right Red Checkered."

     She stopped for all of ten seconds, looking very thoughtful.  When
she remembered what I was talking about, her eyes widened with something
approaching horror, or respect.  "Fisting?  You were into fisting?"

     "More like, it was into me."

     She shook her head.  "That's a little far out, even for me."

     "To each his or her own, Greta."


     Day Five.

     "This is easier than I thought it would be," I said.

     "What makes you say that?"

     "Look."  Down the hill was the Wall, and very clearly visible was a
doorway.

     She took a deep breath and said, "Now that's a test."

     "What do you mean?"

     "Well, you said we might have to search for the door.  I figured
that if I had to look for it, I'd be readier to go through it when I
found it.  Now it's just... offered up to me, and I don't know if I want
to accept it."

     "What choice have you got?"

     "I could walk all the way home."

     "Long walk."

     "Short pier," she offered.  I laughed.  "Come on," she said.
"Let's get this over with."  We walked out of the treeline into the
enormous, sunlit meadow.  With the wall going forever into the sky, a
cylinder fifty kilometers across.  And there, recessed into the side,
was a very ordinary-looking, man-sized, oaken door.  I reached for it
and pulled at the knob.  Nothing happened.

     "I guess, maybe you have to go first."

     "Or, maybe I go alone," she said.  But she reached for the door
anyway, and pulled at it.  It opened easily.  I let her go in, and
followed.  Nothing impeded my progress.  We walked into the Hall.

     The passageway was less than five meters long, and when we broke
out we came to... more trees.  My feet hurt from the walking, and I knew
there was a long day ahead of us.  Even if the Hall let us reach the
center.

     We walked on.  I whistled, poorly; Greta did better.  I felt
someone was watching us; Hell, I knew someone was.

     "Who built the Hall?" Greta asked, interrupting my thoughts.

     "We did.  Myself and some friends.  We wanted to make it hard to
come to Pendor, and we wanted to both celebrate and remove the
differences between those who came and those who were here."

     "Oh," was all she said.  There was something in her demeanor that
said she didn't want to carry on her conversation by herself.

     "You okay?" I asked.

     "Yeah... Just thinking."

     "About?"

     "Oh, all the stuff I've left behind.  All the friends, and people
at work.  People at the hospital.  Things like that."

     The sun hadn't yet set several hours later when we reached a small
pond.  She sat down on a rock and trailed her hand through the water.
"Mmmm.  I could go for a swim right now."

     "Why don't you?" I asked.

     "We have to get going," she said.

     "Do we?  I mean, I've got enough food for us both for another day.
We could camp here and make for the center tomorrow.  Come on."

     She thought about it, and then said "Okay."

     "Good," I said.  I was hot, too.  I stripped off my boots in record
time, tore my shirt off and reached for my belt...

     I stopped, thought about it, and decided that, argument or not, I
was not going to push my luck in any way.  I emptied the contents of my
pockets into the map pocket at the back of my vest and, pants on, leapt
into the water.

     The shock was sudden and invigorating.  I broke the surface
gasping, taking huge breaths.  She looked down at me, stark naked
herself, smiled, and jumped over me into the water.  I swam to the edge
of the pond, where some rocks that were just under the surface of the
water made a good place to lean up against, since the water seemed
deeper than I had estimated for so small a surface area.  She swam
around, then came up next to me.

     "I've been assuming for the past week that you lost your hair from
some therapeutic side-effect.  But I see you're a natural blonde."

     "Oh, no... I just shaved it off.  Wanted to look different before I
died."

     "You're not going to die, Greta."

     "Well, maybe not.  But I'm going to be different.  I figured it was
just a step."  With that, she pushed against the stones and leapt onto
the bank.  She was still sitting in water, only it was just a few
centimeters deep.  "You left your pants on.  They're going to be wet."

     "They'll dry as I walk.  And they'll keep me cool."

     "You didn't leave them for that reason."

     "No, you're right.  I left them on because I didn't want to scare
you.  I'm not a believer in taking stupid risks."

     She smiled.  "Massage my feet," she said.  That was the first
direct offer I'd had to touch her since we started.  I took her foot in
hand and began to rub it, slowly trying to ease the aches from around
the calluses and blisters of the past week.  She closed her eyes and
leaned back, sighing.  When I reached for her other foot, I found myself
between her legs.  I ignored her nakedness and took the other foot,
massaging it as well, working up against her calf.

     "Ken?" she said with her bare quiet voice.

     I looked up at her, not saying a word.

     "Go ahead," she whispered, parting her legs a little further.

     I looked between her legs at the matted blonde hair.  I found
myself a handgrip and a toegrip to hold myself in place.  Her cunny was
half in, half out of the water, the hood of her clit just visible above
the waterline.  I pulled myself towards her, kissing the matted hair,
then parting some of it with my tongue.

     She cooed as I did, and I pushed more aside.  I cleared away the
hairs that I could, although the water kept me from matting them down
the way I would have liked.  I kissed her cunt fully.  Her inner labia
were tiny, and I eased them apart, sliding in between and running my
tongue into her vagina.  She shuddered gently.

     I circled her clitoris with my tongue, avoiding the little nub
itself until I was sure she could take that kind of sensation.  I teased
her outer lips with my teeth, gently, then returned to her clitoris,
licking.  I didn't need to increase pressure, I could feel; she was
simply enjoying my attention.

     She came, shaking, putting one hand through my hair and grabbing
it.  She didn't hold me in place, however.  She did say, "More, please."

     I agreed, returning to her cunny, but avoiding, for the time being,
her enlarged clit.  I paused to kiss her belly, her thighs, all around
her cunt, paying attention to her as much as to her cunt.  Eventually I
did return, though, to her pleasure, licking gently.

     Quietly, there among the trees and the grass, I brought her to
orgasm twice more, my mouth usually half-full of water and my tongue
tiring.

     She eventually looked down at me, her eyes heavy and half-lidded.
"You know, it's been a long time since anyone did that for me."

     "Did you like it?" I asked.

     "Yes.  You didn't lie.  You're very good at that."

     "But you've had better," I said.

     "I've had different," she said emphatically, smiling.  She eased
herself into the water and said, "Let me swim around for a few more
minutes to cool off."

     "Okay, but I'm going to get and and warm up.  Sitting in one place
like that, all the heat's been sucked from my body."

     "I'm sorry," she said.  "I didn't realize..."

     "It's okay.  I'll live."  I swam to edge where my clothes lay and
got out.  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought very strange
thoughts; One of them was simply that I didn't try to convery her.  I
just wanted to make a friend feel good.  The difference was... pleasing
to me.  I turned around to ask her something, and...

     She was gone.  I waited.  Maybe she was under the water.  I waited
longer.  Something registered in the corner of my eye.  I turned to
face... "Hello."

     "Hello, Ken.  You don't have to be at the middle to be at the
center."

     "Is she okay?"

     "She will be fine.  Tomorrow she will be found, and treated
respectfully.  She has made her journey, and her choice.  You may go
home, now."

     "You take care of her," I said.

     "I will."  The Lady Who Was The Great Hall faded, and so did the
forest.  I found myself on a beach of white sand, and a short walk away
I could see the break in the cliff that led to my home.  Monastery
Island was to my immediate right, and the Succubus, my trustworthy
trimaran, floated peacefully in the waves.  Despite the fact that I
believe in neither gods nor devils, I offered the waves a prayer for
Greta.


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