Okay, minna. . .last two chapters! The wedding and the wedding night, and
the reason an otherwise PG story ended up in the R section, just to be on
the safe side. As if the prologue wasn't reason enough.
Cindy: Thank you, dear one, it's been fun having you along for the ride. I hope you enjoy the next story, 'What Might Have Been,' (which will be in the PG-13 section once more) as well. That will go up this weekend.
Sailor Elf: Yes, Rick DID deserve that punch, didn't he? He meant well, and honestly had Ardeth's best interests at heart, but he had no business going to Celia about it. And if ever there was a time when Ardeth needed to let go, the eve of his marriage was it. Regardless of his religious beliefs, Ardeth is much too responsible to drink while people need him. . .unless, of course, he has someone who can look out for his people. (Let's face it. . .Ardeth rarely thinks about taking care of himself, because he's too busy taking care of everyone else) And the idea of Ardeth Bey blushing was just too appealing!
Deana: Well, I have you to thank for the whole scene between Rick and Celia, when Rick told her that Ardeth was a virgin. You were a big help when I was plotting that out, to the point that I could actually hear Brendan Fraser's voice and see his facial expressions. Between Ardeth and Celia, Rick's real lucky that he just got decked and punched. Can you imagine what Evy would do to him if she found out?? Hmm. . .I might just have to think about that for a future story!
Part Seven
Across the camp, the women were in shambles. For one thing, the young warrior assigned to aid the women misplaced Celia's ceremonial robes, and Miranda's own dress. Altair thoroughly browbeat the poor boy, then dashed off to find the robes. Fortunately, Celia just stepped into her bath. It was a luxury, for the bath was drawn, the towels were laid out, and once Celia undressed, she was helped into the VERY hot water.
It was a courtesy which she appreciated, considering she was a nervous wreck after her daughter woke her early this morning. Miranda wanted her to know that Ardeth was really sick, but it was okay, 'cause Jonathan was taking care of him. It wasn't until later that Celia realized what happened. Rick threw Ardeth a toned-down bachelor party, as in no half-naked girls, only alcohol. Good thing, because Celia didn't share her man with any other females in that sense. In any event, Ardeth got drunk, and his hangover came early. She didn't think he would ever get drunk again.
Besides, if Celia did her job properly, he wouldn't require alcohol on those rare occasions when he could relax. Knowing Ardeth, he would find it very hard, even when they left on their honeymoon in four months. That surprised and delighted Celia. She thought they wouldn't have a honeymoon at all, but the commanders offered to contribute three days apiece as the acting chieftain. There were twelve commanders. . .that added up to thirty- six days for a honeymoon.
A whole month! Ardeth left it up to her, where they would go. When she asked him where he wanted to go, he cupped her face in his hands, saying softly, "My Celia. This will be one of the few opportunities I will ever have to make you my first priority. This is my gift to you. I want you to choose." Celia acknowledged shyly that she always wanted to visit England and Scotland, and Ardeth said, "Then we shall go to England and Scotland. . .and allow at least two weeks for England. You know the O'Connells."
She did indeed, but she was far more interested in kissing her fiancé senseless than talking about Rick and Evy. Celia smiled, remembering that conversation, then turned her attention to what she would do as the chieftain's wife. In a year or two, she would take on more responsibility, once the Elders were convinced she was suited to such duties. In the meantime, her number one priority was taking care of Ardeth and their children. She would have help in both endeavors from her new family.
It wasn't said directly, but Celia had a feeling how well she took care of Ardeth and their children would set the standard for the rest of her life with the Med-jai. It was, for lack of a better word, a test. She was scared and exhilarated at the same time. Celia had no trouble admitting that she enjoyed taking care of Ardeth. She enjoyed taking care of her daughter. She liked to take care of people. She had no doubt that the 'enlightened' single women back in Chicago would look down on her, but she didn't care.
She didn't care, because she had Ardeth Bey. And he was worth whatever lay ahead. It still made her dizzy to think about it. Out of all the women in the twelve tribes, out of all the women in Egypt, out of all the women in the world, he chose *her.* The drab, uninteresting little girl whose life was marked by scandal first by her grandmother's obvious love and admiration for the poor, ignorant Savages, and then by her own indiscretion with Leslie Carstairs.
Ardeth knew about that. He chose her. He loved her. He would fight and die for her. She didn't want him to die for her, but she also knew that she couldn't take that from him. She could not dishonor him like that, as much as her heart cried out against it. He was a warrior, and that was part of his own personal code. She was his, just as much as he was hers, and Ardeth Bey would kill, or die, to protect that which was his.
Her grandfather, Thomas, was the same way. And she loved her grandfather so much, perhaps it shouldn't have been so surprising that she would fall in love with a man who was so much like her grandfather. Bruce Ferguson helped to create her, but in all the ways which mattered, Thomas was her father, the father of her heart.
So, Celia forged her own code. She would stand at her husband's side, telling him what she thought in private, but never undermining him in public. She would fight for her husband, her family, and her new home. She would do everything in her power to be a worthy mate for Ardeth Bey, chieftain of the Twelve Tribes of the Med-jai. She would find a way to deserve this wonderful man.
As she thought this, she wasn't aware that she spoke aloud. . .at least, not until her soon-to-be dead soon-to-be sister-in-law dunked her head under the water. When Celia bobbed back up, sputtering, Acacia glared at her and said, "That is enough of that, my sister! You *are* worthy of my brother, and you *do* deserve him. I'll hear no more nonsense out of you about that. You proved yourself during the last few days, at least as far as this family is concerned!"
"But I haven't proven it to myself yet, Acacia. How can I make you understand? I never dreamed, in all my life, even before I met Leslie Carstairs, that I would meet a man like Ardeth. It never even entered my mind that I would meet someone like him. . . much less that he would fall in love with me. That sort of thing just doesn't happen to girls like me! You said it yourself, Acacia. Among the Med-jai, your family is considered royalty," Celia replied.
"But among the Europeans, there is a story, of a prince who chooses a peasant girl. Cinderella, I believe it is called. There are similarities, are there not?" Acacia pointed out. Celia took a deep breath, trying to explain that it was a fairy tale, and fairy tales were fantasies which didn't come true. But then Acacia said, "It is a story, yes. But stories often have a basis in fact. After all. . .most people would consider the Creature to be just a story."
Celia felt her jaw become unhinged at that comment. She never thought about that. Her life became so topsy-turvy during the last few months, that the once-fantastical now seemed perfectly normal. Acacia took advantage of that and said, "So. . .enough about you not being worthy of my brother. I'll hear no more of it. Now wash!" Celia glared at her sister- in-law, but did as she was told. She didn't want to see what Acacia would do next if she didn't!
. . .
If someone asked, Jonathan would have flat-out denied it. . .but he was having the time of his life. While he threatened Rick about exposing his brother-in-law to Evy if Rick teased Ardeth, and meant every word, that didn't mean Jonathan was above enjoying his Med-jai friend's obvious discomfort and anxiety. And he didn't always intervene when Rick teased Ardeth, either. Who would have thought the great Ardeth Bey could have a panic attack about getting married?
That morning was not the last time Ardeth worried that Celia would back out of the marriage, or have second thoughts. Jonathan was totally befuddled by that idea. Celia adored Ardeth, anyone with eyes could see that. It wasn't until the thirtieth time that Ardeth asked the question that it finally hit Jonathan. Ardeth, for all his good looks, for all his intelligence, for all his skills as a warrior and a leader, was as insecure as Jonathan himself when it came to the woman he loved.
It wasn't a lack of faith in Celia. It was a lack of faith in himself. Ardeth honestly didn't understand what Celia could possibly see in him. Foolish, foolish boy. How was it possible for a man to attain the age of thirty-three, with women constantly slavering over him. . .and yet, he had no idea what his own worth was? The answer came on the heels of the question. Because Ardeth could never satisfy himself that the interest was in Ardeth, and not the position. Not the power, not the status as first the chieftain's son, the chieftain's brother, then the chieftain.
As the hours passed and each step was taken, Jonathan began to work in ways subtle for him, to shore up Ardeth's flagging spirits. This would be the happiest day of his life, Jonathan was sure of that. They just had to keep him from falling apart. They accomplished this by guarding the uncharacteristically nervous chieftain, keeping out anyone who wanted something from him. However, when the ceremony was two hours away, and Garai was helping Ardeth to trim his beard, potential disaster struck.
Jonathan was helping Rick with his own outfit, Med-jai robes which belonged to Andreas Bey years earlier. He would understand, Garai said, since O'Connell was Med-jai. Jonathan would see to himself last. Thus, no one was guarding the tent flap, and that evil old woman appeared, like the evil witches in dozens of fairy tales. Sanure's mother, who tried every trick in the book to arrange her daughter's marriage to a powerful warrior. Only to have her schemes undone by Sanure's own jealousy.
"This marriage will not go forward, no matter what the Elders say!" the woman hissed. All eyes turned toward the woman, and Jonathan moved in front of Ardeth protectively. He didn't even think about it. The woman gave him the evil eye, both him and Rick, saying, "This is your doing, you and the Nefertiri imposter! You have brought destruction to my people, and the American whore will finish what you started. I. . ."
"Will hold your tongue, if you wish to live," came the very unexpected response from Ardeth. Jonathan turned uncertainly toward his friend, and Ardeth gently moved him to one side, glaring at Sanure's mother. He continued, his eyes burning, "You have no say in this. The Elders have spoken. They recognize my fiancee as the reincarnation of Lady Ardath. They recognize her as my wife. This wedding shall be done."
He took a step forward, his hand coming to rest on his sword. Jonathan moved with him, so he could watch his friend. Without looking, he knew Rick was doing the same. Ardeth continued, his face set in grim lines, "And know this. I will not tolerate anyone speaking of my wife in such a way. Unless. . ." Ardeth allowed his words to trail off, his dark eyes narrowing. Jonathan held his breath, as Ardeth went on, "Unless you wish your son-in-law to challenge me?"
Jonathan heard both Garai and Hanif inhale sharply. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but he did realize that Ardeth just threw down a gauntlet. The woman knew this as well, her own eyes narrowing at the young man before her. Ardeth continued, his mouth twisting into a parody of a smile, "Perhaps that is it? You seek to make your son-in-law the chieftain of the Med-jai, as you believe that I am unfit to lead?"
"You betray your people by marrying an American, by marrying an outsider! Just as your father did, just as Rameses did when he coupled with that Hebrew bitch! They both destroyed the purity of the Med-jai people!" the woman spat. The air temperature inside the tent dropped several degrees with her words. Jonathan swallowed hard, especially when he saw Ardeth's expression. The stoic mask was in danger of dropping, and his friend's eyes were almost obsidian with fury.
But the next person to speak was not Ardeth. Rather, it was a woman's voice, who fired back, "You betray your people, Tamar. . .my son has never betrayed our people, and he never will!" The woman whipped around to face Altair Bey, who was staring daggers at her. The Greek woman continued contemptuously, "And you have no right to speak of your pure Med- jai blood, you whose own heritage is as mixed as my son's! You, who carry a Hebrew name!"
Tamar growled her rage, but Altair wasn't finished. She advanced into the tent, hissing, "Do not try my patience. . .old friend. You will find that I will do anything for my children, and just like you, I am willing to play dirty. But, my dear Tamar, I am much better at it. I was, after all, married to Suleiman Bey for more than twenty years, and I have sat on the Council of Elders. I know Med-jai politics, and I know ways to make sure you and your family are cast out of the Med-jai forever!"
"You would not dare!" Tamar hissed. Altair threw back her head and laughed, an almost hysterical edge to her laughter, then just glared at the other woman. Jonathan didn't know about Lady Nasty, but he was ready and willing to believe Altair. After all, he saw her in action. Tamar obviously wasn't convinced yet, for she added, "No, you would not dare! I have always been a Med-jai. . .your word will never be accepted."
"Will it not? Will I not dare? You presume much, Tamar. I tell you this now, for the sakes of your still-innocent grandchildren. You have no idea what I can do. And you will find that I have supporters. So, Tamar. Shall we tear apart the Med-jai? I know many Med-jai women who do not like my new daughter, but they would rather see Sanure cast out. Anissa danced for my son and Celia last night. How many danced for your Sanure?" Altair asked, lifting her eyebrows mockingly.
Based on what he heard during the last few hours, last few days, Jonathan was willing to bet that none of the women in this tribe would have willingly danced for a spoiled little girl who caused a young mother to miscarry her child. From Tamar's expression, he could tell he was right. But Tamar wasn't quite ready to give up, for she muttered, "Anissa has never forgiven my daughter for her youthful high spirits."
Bad move. Altair's eyes flashed with rage, and she shouted, "YOUTHFUL HIGH SPIRTS??? You foolish old woman! I was there, Tamar, when your spoiled brat rode her horse straight at Anissa! I saw Anissa trying to get away before one of the horse's hooves struck her, and I held that girl as she lost her child! My son's greatest regret was that he could do no more than simply choose your brat's husband for her, because if there was any justice in the world at all. . ."
Altair shook her head, adding something in Arabic that Jonathan wasn't sure he wanted to translated. Tamar blanched, then Altair added, switching back to English, "So. Do not tell me what I can, and cannot, do. If your daughter, or you, make any more attempts to harm my son or his new wife, there will be a reckoning. And your entire family will be exiled, Med-jai no more. Your husband. . .your daughter, your son-in-law, your grandchildren. All of you."
"You would have the Elders cast us out, because I repudiate this marriage between our chieftain and an outsider who has a child by disgraceful means?" Tamar asked in stunned disbelief. Without really thinking about what he was doing, Jonathan started forward, but a steel hand stopped him from going too far. The Englishman looked over, to find a now-familiar expression on Ardeth's face. Somehow, in the midst of all this. . .Ardeth found what he lost.
The chieftain answered coldly, "My mother would have you cast out for your disgraceful inability to control your daughter while she was still under your roof; for Sanure's repeated disobedience; and because you dared to insult her daughter. I am out of patience with you, Tamar. Eighteen years ago, my brother punished your daughter by the only means available to him at the time. I have much more leeway now. Do not try my patience further, or you *will* regret it."
It was not a threat, but a statement of fact. Tamar uttered a single word in Arabic, and Ardeth replied in English, "Why would I do this? Why would I choose an outsider over my own people? That outsider chose me for myself. For the man Ardeth Bey, and not what I could give her. She chose me not because of power or prestige, not for the chieftain, the general, or the mystic. . .but the man. She *is* part of this tribe. But perhaps that is not something you can understand."
Now Garai spoke, commanding, "Your chieftain has spoken. Now go. Or risk exile. Either way, give thanks that Ardeth Bey is more merciful. I would have slit your throat for speaking of my mistress as a whore." Jonathan and Rick stood close to Ardeth, ready to give their aid, should it become necessary. It wasn't, Jonathan knew that. But it was the idea. It was time this wench realized that Ardeth didn't stand alone.
Tamar gave them all a single glower, hissing, "This is not over! I give you my word, this is NOT over!" With that final annoucement, she swept from the tent. It was obviously supposed to be very dramatic, but personally, Jonathan saw much better exits on the London stage. Looking around, he could tell that he was the only one who was unimpressed. The Med-jai looked more bored than anything else. Then again, they would. They had little respect for posturing.
Altair sighed, "That woman will never learn. I apologize, my son, I found out from Darius what she planned, and came as soon as I could." Ardeth just inclined his head with a half smile, and Altair put her hands on his arms, saying softly, "Darius and Alex O'Connell have been up to their usual mischief. But when the boys told me what they heard, the conversation between Tamar and Sanure, I told Acacia that this once, Darius would not be punished for his habit of listening behind tents."
"For this, no, we should not punish him, Mother," Ardeth agreed. He paused, then said softly, "It was so strange, Mother. For hours, I have been so afraid that Celia would change her mind, and realize that she could do so much better. Then Tamar came in, and I realized how much of an injustice I did to the woman I love. She chose me, Mother. Of all the men in the world, she chose me, and Celia makes no choices lightly."
There was still wonder in his voice that Celia would chose him, and Altair smiled at him. She cupped his face in her hands, saying, "Of course she chose you, and I would say that, even if you were not my son. I am so proud of you, Ardeth, but you have always made me proud. Even now, when you wed, you take care of everyone. I have my misgivings about Celia. But she is your choice, and I honor that choice."
"Shukran, Mother," Ardeth said softly, covering her hands with his own. He leaned forward a little and kissed her forehead. Jonathan sneaked a peek at his pocket watch. It was almost time for them to leave. Ardeth asked, looking around, "Are we almost ready?" Jonathan indicated his clothes, and hurried off to change. The last thing he wanted was to make Ardeth late for his own wedding!
"You are welcome, my darling boy. Garai, you and the others have done well for my beautiful son. Ardeth, you will be very pleased when you see Celia. Be patient, my son. It is almost time," Altair replied. Jonathan could no longer see her, but she imagined that she rocked up onto her toes to kiss her son. Then she slipped from the tent, muttering under her breath about making sure Acacia and Aleta weren't dawdling.
Garai observed, "She knows fully well that your sisters will do their duty by your wife, Ardeth. But this is her son's wedding day, and Altair needed a pretense to leave the tent, so you would not see her cry." Jonathan could relate. He remembered how misty-eyed he got when Evy was married. She was his baby sister, he couldn't imagine how he would feel when Alex. . . No. No, he had no right to claim Alex as his son.
"No one will think less of her, Garai, it is expected," Ardeth answered. Jonathan heard him take a deep breath, then asked almost shyly, "Do I pass?" It took Jonathan a few moments to understand what he meant. Ardeth was asking if he looked all right for the ceremony. Jonathan, who helped both Ardeth and Rick dress, could admit without fear of being considered sentimental that his friend looked magnificent. Even the other men agreed that Ardeth never looked better.
That was due as much to the moments when sheer joy would shine in his eyes, as the care they took with his appearance today. Rick summed it up when he said, "You look swell, buddy. You and Celia won't be able to take your eyes off each other." Jonathan finished dressing and rejoined his friends. He was barely able to hide his amusement at Rick's goofy grin. His brother-in-law had his hand on Ardeth's shoulder, and Ardeth responded with an uncharacteristically shy smile.
"Well. Now that we are all certain we will frighten no children with our appearance, it is time for the processional to the circle where Ardeth will wed Celia. O'Connell, you will stand on Ardeth's left side, and I will stand on his right. Hanif, you will escort us, and Jonathan, you will bring up the rear. And yes, O'Connell, I am, as you say, being bossy. I am acting as the groom's father, it is my right," Garai instructed.
"Oh yes, that reminds me," Jonathan said as everyone lined up, "will the brat have a role in this? Since he *is* Celia's brother and all?" Personally, Jonathan had absolutely no use for Jason Ferguson, but as he just said, the boy *was* Celia's brother, and they were trying to reconcile. Jonathan hadn't seen them together recently, but he had a feeling neither was particularly comfortable with the other, for obvious reasons.
"He will be at the ceremony, standing with Celia, along with Evelyn. And O'Connell, the horses will be most welcome," Ardeth added. Jonathan heard his brother-in-law mutter something under his breath about Celia and those damn horses. But as Rick agreed, he took care of everything, shooing away Celia's promise that she would repay him as soon as she received the money from her barrister in Chicago.
Jonathan knew Rick, and knew that his brother-in-law was trying to thank Ardeth, for everything he did for them, in his own clumsy way. Ardeth was wise enough to realize this as well, and make no reference to it. However, Jonathan also realized that Ardeth's new wife would be much harder for Rick to handle. He was already starting to realize this, in the way Celia refused to accept things that Ardeth always had.
One of these days, the two Americans would clash. Some time, some place, Rick would push Celia too far, and he would pay a price. More than that, Jonathan knew that Ardeth's own patience was finite. One day, Rick would lash out at Ardeth one time too many, would say 'we, what we?' once too often. And then, he would find out what Jonathan already knew. Ardeth Bey was the best friend they had. . .but he was only human, and he could only take so much.
But that day was in the future. Today, Ardeth was getting married. He found the missing piece of his own heart, and Jonathan was happy for him, even as he was jealous. Ardeth found the missing part of his heart, he found the woman who would complete him, as Evy completed Rick. Jonathan wondered if he would ever be so lucky. Perhaps one day. In time. The Englishman turned his mind back to today's events, praying that nothing more would go wrong.
They left the tent, walking slowly and gracefully through the small encampment, in the lines established by Garai. Jonathan was stunned to see Imhotep standing among the crowd with his Med-jai guards. The former mummy looked at Ardeth. . .then slowly inclined his head. Jonathan held his breath, wondering what Ardeth would do in turn. The Med-jai chieftain returned the gaze, and inclined his own head in response. It was a tiny step, but it was a step forward, nonetheless.
Jonathan heard the murmurs from the Med-jai. None really wanted Imhotep around, but no one would stand against their chieftain. . .not when Imhotep helped to save Ardeth's life. And there was approval for this action. No one trusted Imhotep, no one accepted him, and most even wanted to kill him if they could. But those gathered were proud of their chieftain for his honorable actions and reactions. Jonathan was proud of him too. He was proud to call this amazing young man his friend.
And as they took their places, Jonathan felt compelled to say so. He put his hand on Ardeth's shoulder, murmuring, "I am very proud to know you, Ardeth Bey, and to know that a girl I regard as another little sister is marrying you on this day." He was rewarded with a brilliant grin from his friend, and Jonathan swallowed hard. He patted Ardeth's shoulder awkwardly, then turned to face the outside. In only a short time, the women would join them.
Rick whispered on the other side of Ardeth, "How much do you want to bet the girls will be late, because of something Evy does or says?" Jonathan reached around Ardeth's back to smack his brother-in-law in the back of his head. Rick glared at him with a Look, but it was Ardeth who reached behind him to grasp Jonathan's wrist. The Englishman responded with his most winning smile, but relaxed his arm.
"Behave, both of you," Ardeth warned in an undertone as Jason Ferguson took his place opposite him. The boy was dressed in Western wedding clothes, though Jonathan knew Ardeth offered Med-jai robes to him. Jason was staring at Ardeth, and Jonathan stepped closer to his friend. It wasn't necessary. . .but it was something Jonathan wanted to do. More to the point, it was the right thing to do. And that alone felt good.
He was distracted by a deep booming sound. . .the gong in the middle of the village, no doubt. At the same time, Jason squared his shoulders and looked directly at Ardeth. He said softly, "I wanted to say this before the ceremony started, before Celia and Miranda got here. I've been a lousy brother, and an even worse uncle, but I love my sister and niece. If you ever. . .ever. . .hurt her, if you ever hurt either of them, I'll. . ."
Jonathan waited patiently for Ardeth's reaction, then realized his friend didn't have to say a word. Ardeth would always do his best to take care of Celia and Miranda, but he understood that Jason needed to say the words, just to make sure they were said. The boy continued after a moment, "I'll make you regret it. I swear it. I will make you regret it if you ever hurt either of them." He glowered at Ardeth.
Jonathan almost felt sorry for Jason. The young American was torn between his remaining dislike for Ardeth, and knowing that Ardeth loved Celia. He also knew that his sister loved Ardeth in turn, that their love for each other grew and expanded day by day. Ardeth maintained eye contact with the young man, slowly inclining his head at the same time in acknowledgment of Jason's promise. Nothing more was said, for it was then that the girls made their appearance.
. . .
It was time. Nicodemus, once his work for the women was complete, went to the giant gong in the center of the Med-jai encampment. When the women were in sight of the circle, he was to strike the gong three times. Now, as the mighty sound reverberated throughout the entire village, Ardeth felt it reverberate within his own body, down to his very bones. Any lingering doubts dissipated. This was right. He could feel it.
Which didn't entirely allay his nerves. The last time Ardeth Bey was this nervous was his first battle, when he was sixteen. His father and his brother did their best to prepare him, but practicing for battle and actually fighting for your life were two very different things. Just as, he now understood, falling in love with a woman and committing to her for the rest of your life were also two very different things.
As the gong was sounded by Nicodemus, Jason Ferguson slipped into place. He was dressed Western-style, though the ceremonial robes of the Med-jai were offered to him at Ardeth's request. Jason looked uncomfortable, but determined. The young American made eye contact with Ardeth, saying softly, "I wanted to say this before Celia and Miranda got here. I've been a lousy brother, and an even worse uncle, but I love my sister and niece. If you ever hurt either of them, I'll. . ."
He stopped, his eyes burning. Ardeth waited patiently, though he heard O'Connell snort derisively. Though Jason hurt Celia more in the last few months than Ardeth hoped he would in their entire lifetime together, it was his right to warn Ardeth. Celia was still his sister, still his family, and while they were both still uncomfortable with each other, Ardeth knew that Celia still loved her brother, as much as he loved her.
Jason finally finished, "I'll make you regret it. I swear it. I will make you regret it if you hurt either of them." He glowered at Ardeth, caught between his own dislike for the chieftain and the knowledge that Ardeth loved Celia more every day. And the Med-jai did know that his brother-in-law didn't like him. He could live with that. Ardeth maintained eye contact with the young man, slowly inclining his head at the same time in acknowledgment of Jason's threat. . .no, his promise.
Some of the air went out of Jason at that acknowledgment, even as the remainder of Ardeth's warriors arrived. Anatol slipped up beside Ardeth, murmuring, "Everything is in place, my brother. I checked the perimeter three times, and all guards are posted. The tribe of Horus sent twenty men to guard the camp, as they promised." Ardeth nodded, thanking his brother for his report, and Anatol squeezed his shoulder, adding, "Do not be nervous, my brother."
Ardeth was about to scold his brother, when he saw the women. His mother was first, escorted by Darius and Alex. The two little boys were beaming from ear to ear, obviously pleased to have roles in the wedding. Ardeth grinned in spite of his own worries. Next came Acacia, who held Damara's hand. The four year old toddled along with a bright grin of her own. And then. . .
And then there was Celia. Ardeth's heart seemed to expand in his chest, out and up, until it was blocking his airways. He heard the Western phrase, to have one's heart in one's throat, but until now, he never understood it. She was beautiful. So beautiful. Her long dark hair, now worn loose about her shoulders, was washed and combed until it shone in the late afternoon, early evening sun, and reddish highlights shone in her hair.
Since Ardeth's parents married before his father became chieftain of the Asu tribe, the last person to wear the silver circlet now adorning Celia's head was Ardeth's grandmother, Paziyah Bey, more than sixty years earlier. Ardeth prayed that she was pleased with his choice of a bride, though she died before Ardeth's birth. He prayed that all of his deceased family was pleased, and happy for him on this day.
The ceremonial robes for Med-jai women were different than the men. They did wear trousers, to protect their legs, but these were far more form- fitting. Further, their robes were much longer, reaching to their ankles. But like Ardeth, Celia wore a ceremonial cloak, dark blue embossed with silver Med-jai markings. As she approached, her smile made the sun dim, and Ardeth's breath caught once more in his throat. He tried to swallow, but his heart was still stuck.
At her side was Miranda, wearing a dark blue Med-jai dress, with pearls sewn into the dress in a pattern similar to the markings on her mother's cloak. Her dark hair also hung free, and she beamed as she clung to her mother's hand. Ardeth had a sense that it was taking all of Miranda's fledgling self-control to keep hold of Celia's hand, rather than flinging herself into Ardeth's arms. He smiled at her, mouthing, 'be patient, little one!' She just smiled even broader, and it seemed that Ardeth's heart expanded further, though he hadn't thought possible a few minutes earlier.
Bringing up the rear were Aleta and Evelyn, both beaming proudly at him. Ardeth gave them both a weak smile, before turning his attention back to the young woman now approaching him with their daughter. His mother gently nudged his nephew and Alex O'Connell over to the men, while the women lined up beside Celia, who now stood at Ardeth's side. She smiled at him, a quiet smile which reassured him and cooled his burning skin. Miranda stood between them, taking Ardeth's hand into her free one.
In Arabic, with Acacia translating his words into English, and Evelyn into ancient Egyptian, the First Elder intoned, "We bear witness to this marriage, sanctified by Allah, by Asu, by Isis, by Horus. Three thousand years ago, two young lovers were torn asunder by treachery and death. It was this event that began the birth of our Med-jai. This event also led in time to the casting of the hom dai. Now, three thousand years later, that wrong has been righted."
Now that was a surprise. It sounded as if Nassor, the First Elder, was acknowledging the hom-dai should have never been cast, something which no Med-jai publicly acknowledged in Ardeth's lifetime. From the corner of his eye, Ardeth saw the Crea. . .saw Imhotep. . .stiffen. Nassor looked first at Ardeth and Celia, then Imhotep, and continued, "The circle was broken with the blood of the man and woman standing before us. With their sacrifice, Imhotep was reborn, given the chance to atone. A chance denied to him by our forefathers."
Now Imhotep looked almost ashen in shock. He was actually wavering on his feet. Nassor continued, with the women translating, "It is fitting then, that the pair who gave Imhotep, high priest of Seti I, a second chance, should now be wed. Jason Ferguson, render your sister's hand unto the man whom she has chosen, and who has chosen her." Jason looked at Celia, who nodded slightly, and then the young American carefully lifted Celia's free hand, placing it palm first against Ardeth's own upturned palm of his left hand.
Ardeth closed his fingers around Celia's, feeling hers intertwine with his. Nassor continued, "Ardeth Bey, son of Suleiman and Altair. . .present to your intended wife the golden ring of trust." Ardeth extended his right hand and felt Anatol gently place the gold ring in the center of his palm. The young chieftain lifted Celia's hand, his eyes never leaving hers as his two sisters finished their translations.
Once they fell silent, Ardeth addressed his wife in English, Acacia translating into Arabic, "I give to you this ring, Cecelia, as a symbol of my trust in you. I trust you with the treasures of my people, and with my own belongings. I trust you with my body, with my heart, with my soul." With those words spoken, Ardeth gently slid the ring onto her finger, releasing a sigh of relief that it did fit, after all.
Nassor now intoned, "Cecelia Ferguson, daughter of Bruce and Madeleine. . . present to your intended husband your symbol of love and fidelity." This actually varied from couple to couple. Some wives presented their husband with ceremonial shields, others with daggers. Ardeth was curious to see what his bride would choose as a symbol of her commitment.
Celia turned her head ever so slightly to her left, releasing Miranda's hand at the same time, and Evelyn placed something in Celia's hands. She turned back to face Ardeth, addressing him in English, "I give you to this cloak, Ardeth, as a symbol of my love. May it warm you with my love when you are far from me, may it shield you from your enemies and from the elements, and may it guide you home when all seems lost."
Ardeth stared at her, stunned, and O'Connell murmured, "I suppose she figured you had enough weapons, buddy." There was the sound of a slap, O'Connell muttering 'ouch,' then Garai removed the cloak from Ardeth's shoulders. At the same time, Anatol took the cloak from Ardeth's unresisting hands, gently arranging it around his shoulders. Ardeth still couldn't speak. He hadn't thought she could do better than the remembrance pouch which saved his life and his soul in his first meeting with Khaldun. Perhaps one day, she would cease surprising him. He hoped not.
When the pressure in his throat eased enough, Ardeth whispered, "I accept your gift, my wife, and even when I am away from you, this pouch and this cloak will ensure that you are with me." Celia smiled, the smile changing to a faint grimace as Miranda danced at her feet, whispering, 'me, too. . .me, too!' But she swept her daughter into her arms, resting Miranda on her hip, so their three hands could be joined.
Miranda rested her small hand atop Ardeth and Celia's intwined fingers, and Nassor smiled at the little girl. He rested his hand atop her head, saying, "The gifts are accepted. I, the First Elder of the Med-jai, declare that Ardeth and Cecelia Bey are now our chieftain and lady. I further recognize Miranda Ferguson Bey to be the daughter of said marriage. May she be graced with many brothers and sisters. My chieftain. . .you may seal this ceremony."
That was a signal to Ardeth that he was allowed to kiss his new wife. He grinned down at her, seeing it in her eyes, and slipped his free arm about her waist. Ardeth whispered, "Now you are mine, and I am yours." He kissed her, drawing cheers of approval from the gathered warriors and laughter from the women. Then there was a small hand pushing against his chest, and Miranda repeated excitedly, 'me too, Ardeth. . . me too, me too, me too!'
Ardeth laughed against his wife's mouth, then drew back to kiss his daughter. Miranda flung her arm around him, so that she was held between them. They were now a family, in the eyes of the gods and in the eyes of men. But this wasn't the end of their story. As Ardeth mouthed, "I love you" to his wife, he knew that this was only the beginning. Tonight would be the wedding night. . .when their flesh joined. Tonight, the dreams would end, and the reality would begin.
Cindy: Thank you, dear one, it's been fun having you along for the ride. I hope you enjoy the next story, 'What Might Have Been,' (which will be in the PG-13 section once more) as well. That will go up this weekend.
Sailor Elf: Yes, Rick DID deserve that punch, didn't he? He meant well, and honestly had Ardeth's best interests at heart, but he had no business going to Celia about it. And if ever there was a time when Ardeth needed to let go, the eve of his marriage was it. Regardless of his religious beliefs, Ardeth is much too responsible to drink while people need him. . .unless, of course, he has someone who can look out for his people. (Let's face it. . .Ardeth rarely thinks about taking care of himself, because he's too busy taking care of everyone else) And the idea of Ardeth Bey blushing was just too appealing!
Deana: Well, I have you to thank for the whole scene between Rick and Celia, when Rick told her that Ardeth was a virgin. You were a big help when I was plotting that out, to the point that I could actually hear Brendan Fraser's voice and see his facial expressions. Between Ardeth and Celia, Rick's real lucky that he just got decked and punched. Can you imagine what Evy would do to him if she found out?? Hmm. . .I might just have to think about that for a future story!
Part Seven
Across the camp, the women were in shambles. For one thing, the young warrior assigned to aid the women misplaced Celia's ceremonial robes, and Miranda's own dress. Altair thoroughly browbeat the poor boy, then dashed off to find the robes. Fortunately, Celia just stepped into her bath. It was a luxury, for the bath was drawn, the towels were laid out, and once Celia undressed, she was helped into the VERY hot water.
It was a courtesy which she appreciated, considering she was a nervous wreck after her daughter woke her early this morning. Miranda wanted her to know that Ardeth was really sick, but it was okay, 'cause Jonathan was taking care of him. It wasn't until later that Celia realized what happened. Rick threw Ardeth a toned-down bachelor party, as in no half-naked girls, only alcohol. Good thing, because Celia didn't share her man with any other females in that sense. In any event, Ardeth got drunk, and his hangover came early. She didn't think he would ever get drunk again.
Besides, if Celia did her job properly, he wouldn't require alcohol on those rare occasions when he could relax. Knowing Ardeth, he would find it very hard, even when they left on their honeymoon in four months. That surprised and delighted Celia. She thought they wouldn't have a honeymoon at all, but the commanders offered to contribute three days apiece as the acting chieftain. There were twelve commanders. . .that added up to thirty- six days for a honeymoon.
A whole month! Ardeth left it up to her, where they would go. When she asked him where he wanted to go, he cupped her face in his hands, saying softly, "My Celia. This will be one of the few opportunities I will ever have to make you my first priority. This is my gift to you. I want you to choose." Celia acknowledged shyly that she always wanted to visit England and Scotland, and Ardeth said, "Then we shall go to England and Scotland. . .and allow at least two weeks for England. You know the O'Connells."
She did indeed, but she was far more interested in kissing her fiancé senseless than talking about Rick and Evy. Celia smiled, remembering that conversation, then turned her attention to what she would do as the chieftain's wife. In a year or two, she would take on more responsibility, once the Elders were convinced she was suited to such duties. In the meantime, her number one priority was taking care of Ardeth and their children. She would have help in both endeavors from her new family.
It wasn't said directly, but Celia had a feeling how well she took care of Ardeth and their children would set the standard for the rest of her life with the Med-jai. It was, for lack of a better word, a test. She was scared and exhilarated at the same time. Celia had no trouble admitting that she enjoyed taking care of Ardeth. She enjoyed taking care of her daughter. She liked to take care of people. She had no doubt that the 'enlightened' single women back in Chicago would look down on her, but she didn't care.
She didn't care, because she had Ardeth Bey. And he was worth whatever lay ahead. It still made her dizzy to think about it. Out of all the women in the twelve tribes, out of all the women in Egypt, out of all the women in the world, he chose *her.* The drab, uninteresting little girl whose life was marked by scandal first by her grandmother's obvious love and admiration for the poor, ignorant Savages, and then by her own indiscretion with Leslie Carstairs.
Ardeth knew about that. He chose her. He loved her. He would fight and die for her. She didn't want him to die for her, but she also knew that she couldn't take that from him. She could not dishonor him like that, as much as her heart cried out against it. He was a warrior, and that was part of his own personal code. She was his, just as much as he was hers, and Ardeth Bey would kill, or die, to protect that which was his.
Her grandfather, Thomas, was the same way. And she loved her grandfather so much, perhaps it shouldn't have been so surprising that she would fall in love with a man who was so much like her grandfather. Bruce Ferguson helped to create her, but in all the ways which mattered, Thomas was her father, the father of her heart.
So, Celia forged her own code. She would stand at her husband's side, telling him what she thought in private, but never undermining him in public. She would fight for her husband, her family, and her new home. She would do everything in her power to be a worthy mate for Ardeth Bey, chieftain of the Twelve Tribes of the Med-jai. She would find a way to deserve this wonderful man.
As she thought this, she wasn't aware that she spoke aloud. . .at least, not until her soon-to-be dead soon-to-be sister-in-law dunked her head under the water. When Celia bobbed back up, sputtering, Acacia glared at her and said, "That is enough of that, my sister! You *are* worthy of my brother, and you *do* deserve him. I'll hear no more nonsense out of you about that. You proved yourself during the last few days, at least as far as this family is concerned!"
"But I haven't proven it to myself yet, Acacia. How can I make you understand? I never dreamed, in all my life, even before I met Leslie Carstairs, that I would meet a man like Ardeth. It never even entered my mind that I would meet someone like him. . . much less that he would fall in love with me. That sort of thing just doesn't happen to girls like me! You said it yourself, Acacia. Among the Med-jai, your family is considered royalty," Celia replied.
"But among the Europeans, there is a story, of a prince who chooses a peasant girl. Cinderella, I believe it is called. There are similarities, are there not?" Acacia pointed out. Celia took a deep breath, trying to explain that it was a fairy tale, and fairy tales were fantasies which didn't come true. But then Acacia said, "It is a story, yes. But stories often have a basis in fact. After all. . .most people would consider the Creature to be just a story."
Celia felt her jaw become unhinged at that comment. She never thought about that. Her life became so topsy-turvy during the last few months, that the once-fantastical now seemed perfectly normal. Acacia took advantage of that and said, "So. . .enough about you not being worthy of my brother. I'll hear no more of it. Now wash!" Celia glared at her sister- in-law, but did as she was told. She didn't want to see what Acacia would do next if she didn't!
. . .
If someone asked, Jonathan would have flat-out denied it. . .but he was having the time of his life. While he threatened Rick about exposing his brother-in-law to Evy if Rick teased Ardeth, and meant every word, that didn't mean Jonathan was above enjoying his Med-jai friend's obvious discomfort and anxiety. And he didn't always intervene when Rick teased Ardeth, either. Who would have thought the great Ardeth Bey could have a panic attack about getting married?
That morning was not the last time Ardeth worried that Celia would back out of the marriage, or have second thoughts. Jonathan was totally befuddled by that idea. Celia adored Ardeth, anyone with eyes could see that. It wasn't until the thirtieth time that Ardeth asked the question that it finally hit Jonathan. Ardeth, for all his good looks, for all his intelligence, for all his skills as a warrior and a leader, was as insecure as Jonathan himself when it came to the woman he loved.
It wasn't a lack of faith in Celia. It was a lack of faith in himself. Ardeth honestly didn't understand what Celia could possibly see in him. Foolish, foolish boy. How was it possible for a man to attain the age of thirty-three, with women constantly slavering over him. . .and yet, he had no idea what his own worth was? The answer came on the heels of the question. Because Ardeth could never satisfy himself that the interest was in Ardeth, and not the position. Not the power, not the status as first the chieftain's son, the chieftain's brother, then the chieftain.
As the hours passed and each step was taken, Jonathan began to work in ways subtle for him, to shore up Ardeth's flagging spirits. This would be the happiest day of his life, Jonathan was sure of that. They just had to keep him from falling apart. They accomplished this by guarding the uncharacteristically nervous chieftain, keeping out anyone who wanted something from him. However, when the ceremony was two hours away, and Garai was helping Ardeth to trim his beard, potential disaster struck.
Jonathan was helping Rick with his own outfit, Med-jai robes which belonged to Andreas Bey years earlier. He would understand, Garai said, since O'Connell was Med-jai. Jonathan would see to himself last. Thus, no one was guarding the tent flap, and that evil old woman appeared, like the evil witches in dozens of fairy tales. Sanure's mother, who tried every trick in the book to arrange her daughter's marriage to a powerful warrior. Only to have her schemes undone by Sanure's own jealousy.
"This marriage will not go forward, no matter what the Elders say!" the woman hissed. All eyes turned toward the woman, and Jonathan moved in front of Ardeth protectively. He didn't even think about it. The woman gave him the evil eye, both him and Rick, saying, "This is your doing, you and the Nefertiri imposter! You have brought destruction to my people, and the American whore will finish what you started. I. . ."
"Will hold your tongue, if you wish to live," came the very unexpected response from Ardeth. Jonathan turned uncertainly toward his friend, and Ardeth gently moved him to one side, glaring at Sanure's mother. He continued, his eyes burning, "You have no say in this. The Elders have spoken. They recognize my fiancee as the reincarnation of Lady Ardath. They recognize her as my wife. This wedding shall be done."
He took a step forward, his hand coming to rest on his sword. Jonathan moved with him, so he could watch his friend. Without looking, he knew Rick was doing the same. Ardeth continued, his face set in grim lines, "And know this. I will not tolerate anyone speaking of my wife in such a way. Unless. . ." Ardeth allowed his words to trail off, his dark eyes narrowing. Jonathan held his breath, as Ardeth went on, "Unless you wish your son-in-law to challenge me?"
Jonathan heard both Garai and Hanif inhale sharply. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but he did realize that Ardeth just threw down a gauntlet. The woman knew this as well, her own eyes narrowing at the young man before her. Ardeth continued, his mouth twisting into a parody of a smile, "Perhaps that is it? You seek to make your son-in-law the chieftain of the Med-jai, as you believe that I am unfit to lead?"
"You betray your people by marrying an American, by marrying an outsider! Just as your father did, just as Rameses did when he coupled with that Hebrew bitch! They both destroyed the purity of the Med-jai people!" the woman spat. The air temperature inside the tent dropped several degrees with her words. Jonathan swallowed hard, especially when he saw Ardeth's expression. The stoic mask was in danger of dropping, and his friend's eyes were almost obsidian with fury.
But the next person to speak was not Ardeth. Rather, it was a woman's voice, who fired back, "You betray your people, Tamar. . .my son has never betrayed our people, and he never will!" The woman whipped around to face Altair Bey, who was staring daggers at her. The Greek woman continued contemptuously, "And you have no right to speak of your pure Med- jai blood, you whose own heritage is as mixed as my son's! You, who carry a Hebrew name!"
Tamar growled her rage, but Altair wasn't finished. She advanced into the tent, hissing, "Do not try my patience. . .old friend. You will find that I will do anything for my children, and just like you, I am willing to play dirty. But, my dear Tamar, I am much better at it. I was, after all, married to Suleiman Bey for more than twenty years, and I have sat on the Council of Elders. I know Med-jai politics, and I know ways to make sure you and your family are cast out of the Med-jai forever!"
"You would not dare!" Tamar hissed. Altair threw back her head and laughed, an almost hysterical edge to her laughter, then just glared at the other woman. Jonathan didn't know about Lady Nasty, but he was ready and willing to believe Altair. After all, he saw her in action. Tamar obviously wasn't convinced yet, for she added, "No, you would not dare! I have always been a Med-jai. . .your word will never be accepted."
"Will it not? Will I not dare? You presume much, Tamar. I tell you this now, for the sakes of your still-innocent grandchildren. You have no idea what I can do. And you will find that I have supporters. So, Tamar. Shall we tear apart the Med-jai? I know many Med-jai women who do not like my new daughter, but they would rather see Sanure cast out. Anissa danced for my son and Celia last night. How many danced for your Sanure?" Altair asked, lifting her eyebrows mockingly.
Based on what he heard during the last few hours, last few days, Jonathan was willing to bet that none of the women in this tribe would have willingly danced for a spoiled little girl who caused a young mother to miscarry her child. From Tamar's expression, he could tell he was right. But Tamar wasn't quite ready to give up, for she muttered, "Anissa has never forgiven my daughter for her youthful high spirits."
Bad move. Altair's eyes flashed with rage, and she shouted, "YOUTHFUL HIGH SPIRTS??? You foolish old woman! I was there, Tamar, when your spoiled brat rode her horse straight at Anissa! I saw Anissa trying to get away before one of the horse's hooves struck her, and I held that girl as she lost her child! My son's greatest regret was that he could do no more than simply choose your brat's husband for her, because if there was any justice in the world at all. . ."
Altair shook her head, adding something in Arabic that Jonathan wasn't sure he wanted to translated. Tamar blanched, then Altair added, switching back to English, "So. Do not tell me what I can, and cannot, do. If your daughter, or you, make any more attempts to harm my son or his new wife, there will be a reckoning. And your entire family will be exiled, Med-jai no more. Your husband. . .your daughter, your son-in-law, your grandchildren. All of you."
"You would have the Elders cast us out, because I repudiate this marriage between our chieftain and an outsider who has a child by disgraceful means?" Tamar asked in stunned disbelief. Without really thinking about what he was doing, Jonathan started forward, but a steel hand stopped him from going too far. The Englishman looked over, to find a now-familiar expression on Ardeth's face. Somehow, in the midst of all this. . .Ardeth found what he lost.
The chieftain answered coldly, "My mother would have you cast out for your disgraceful inability to control your daughter while she was still under your roof; for Sanure's repeated disobedience; and because you dared to insult her daughter. I am out of patience with you, Tamar. Eighteen years ago, my brother punished your daughter by the only means available to him at the time. I have much more leeway now. Do not try my patience further, or you *will* regret it."
It was not a threat, but a statement of fact. Tamar uttered a single word in Arabic, and Ardeth replied in English, "Why would I do this? Why would I choose an outsider over my own people? That outsider chose me for myself. For the man Ardeth Bey, and not what I could give her. She chose me not because of power or prestige, not for the chieftain, the general, or the mystic. . .but the man. She *is* part of this tribe. But perhaps that is not something you can understand."
Now Garai spoke, commanding, "Your chieftain has spoken. Now go. Or risk exile. Either way, give thanks that Ardeth Bey is more merciful. I would have slit your throat for speaking of my mistress as a whore." Jonathan and Rick stood close to Ardeth, ready to give their aid, should it become necessary. It wasn't, Jonathan knew that. But it was the idea. It was time this wench realized that Ardeth didn't stand alone.
Tamar gave them all a single glower, hissing, "This is not over! I give you my word, this is NOT over!" With that final annoucement, she swept from the tent. It was obviously supposed to be very dramatic, but personally, Jonathan saw much better exits on the London stage. Looking around, he could tell that he was the only one who was unimpressed. The Med-jai looked more bored than anything else. Then again, they would. They had little respect for posturing.
Altair sighed, "That woman will never learn. I apologize, my son, I found out from Darius what she planned, and came as soon as I could." Ardeth just inclined his head with a half smile, and Altair put her hands on his arms, saying softly, "Darius and Alex O'Connell have been up to their usual mischief. But when the boys told me what they heard, the conversation between Tamar and Sanure, I told Acacia that this once, Darius would not be punished for his habit of listening behind tents."
"For this, no, we should not punish him, Mother," Ardeth agreed. He paused, then said softly, "It was so strange, Mother. For hours, I have been so afraid that Celia would change her mind, and realize that she could do so much better. Then Tamar came in, and I realized how much of an injustice I did to the woman I love. She chose me, Mother. Of all the men in the world, she chose me, and Celia makes no choices lightly."
There was still wonder in his voice that Celia would chose him, and Altair smiled at him. She cupped his face in her hands, saying, "Of course she chose you, and I would say that, even if you were not my son. I am so proud of you, Ardeth, but you have always made me proud. Even now, when you wed, you take care of everyone. I have my misgivings about Celia. But she is your choice, and I honor that choice."
"Shukran, Mother," Ardeth said softly, covering her hands with his own. He leaned forward a little and kissed her forehead. Jonathan sneaked a peek at his pocket watch. It was almost time for them to leave. Ardeth asked, looking around, "Are we almost ready?" Jonathan indicated his clothes, and hurried off to change. The last thing he wanted was to make Ardeth late for his own wedding!
"You are welcome, my darling boy. Garai, you and the others have done well for my beautiful son. Ardeth, you will be very pleased when you see Celia. Be patient, my son. It is almost time," Altair replied. Jonathan could no longer see her, but she imagined that she rocked up onto her toes to kiss her son. Then she slipped from the tent, muttering under her breath about making sure Acacia and Aleta weren't dawdling.
Garai observed, "She knows fully well that your sisters will do their duty by your wife, Ardeth. But this is her son's wedding day, and Altair needed a pretense to leave the tent, so you would not see her cry." Jonathan could relate. He remembered how misty-eyed he got when Evy was married. She was his baby sister, he couldn't imagine how he would feel when Alex. . . No. No, he had no right to claim Alex as his son.
"No one will think less of her, Garai, it is expected," Ardeth answered. Jonathan heard him take a deep breath, then asked almost shyly, "Do I pass?" It took Jonathan a few moments to understand what he meant. Ardeth was asking if he looked all right for the ceremony. Jonathan, who helped both Ardeth and Rick dress, could admit without fear of being considered sentimental that his friend looked magnificent. Even the other men agreed that Ardeth never looked better.
That was due as much to the moments when sheer joy would shine in his eyes, as the care they took with his appearance today. Rick summed it up when he said, "You look swell, buddy. You and Celia won't be able to take your eyes off each other." Jonathan finished dressing and rejoined his friends. He was barely able to hide his amusement at Rick's goofy grin. His brother-in-law had his hand on Ardeth's shoulder, and Ardeth responded with an uncharacteristically shy smile.
"Well. Now that we are all certain we will frighten no children with our appearance, it is time for the processional to the circle where Ardeth will wed Celia. O'Connell, you will stand on Ardeth's left side, and I will stand on his right. Hanif, you will escort us, and Jonathan, you will bring up the rear. And yes, O'Connell, I am, as you say, being bossy. I am acting as the groom's father, it is my right," Garai instructed.
"Oh yes, that reminds me," Jonathan said as everyone lined up, "will the brat have a role in this? Since he *is* Celia's brother and all?" Personally, Jonathan had absolutely no use for Jason Ferguson, but as he just said, the boy *was* Celia's brother, and they were trying to reconcile. Jonathan hadn't seen them together recently, but he had a feeling neither was particularly comfortable with the other, for obvious reasons.
"He will be at the ceremony, standing with Celia, along with Evelyn. And O'Connell, the horses will be most welcome," Ardeth added. Jonathan heard his brother-in-law mutter something under his breath about Celia and those damn horses. But as Rick agreed, he took care of everything, shooing away Celia's promise that she would repay him as soon as she received the money from her barrister in Chicago.
Jonathan knew Rick, and knew that his brother-in-law was trying to thank Ardeth, for everything he did for them, in his own clumsy way. Ardeth was wise enough to realize this as well, and make no reference to it. However, Jonathan also realized that Ardeth's new wife would be much harder for Rick to handle. He was already starting to realize this, in the way Celia refused to accept things that Ardeth always had.
One of these days, the two Americans would clash. Some time, some place, Rick would push Celia too far, and he would pay a price. More than that, Jonathan knew that Ardeth's own patience was finite. One day, Rick would lash out at Ardeth one time too many, would say 'we, what we?' once too often. And then, he would find out what Jonathan already knew. Ardeth Bey was the best friend they had. . .but he was only human, and he could only take so much.
But that day was in the future. Today, Ardeth was getting married. He found the missing piece of his own heart, and Jonathan was happy for him, even as he was jealous. Ardeth found the missing part of his heart, he found the woman who would complete him, as Evy completed Rick. Jonathan wondered if he would ever be so lucky. Perhaps one day. In time. The Englishman turned his mind back to today's events, praying that nothing more would go wrong.
They left the tent, walking slowly and gracefully through the small encampment, in the lines established by Garai. Jonathan was stunned to see Imhotep standing among the crowd with his Med-jai guards. The former mummy looked at Ardeth. . .then slowly inclined his head. Jonathan held his breath, wondering what Ardeth would do in turn. The Med-jai chieftain returned the gaze, and inclined his own head in response. It was a tiny step, but it was a step forward, nonetheless.
Jonathan heard the murmurs from the Med-jai. None really wanted Imhotep around, but no one would stand against their chieftain. . .not when Imhotep helped to save Ardeth's life. And there was approval for this action. No one trusted Imhotep, no one accepted him, and most even wanted to kill him if they could. But those gathered were proud of their chieftain for his honorable actions and reactions. Jonathan was proud of him too. He was proud to call this amazing young man his friend.
And as they took their places, Jonathan felt compelled to say so. He put his hand on Ardeth's shoulder, murmuring, "I am very proud to know you, Ardeth Bey, and to know that a girl I regard as another little sister is marrying you on this day." He was rewarded with a brilliant grin from his friend, and Jonathan swallowed hard. He patted Ardeth's shoulder awkwardly, then turned to face the outside. In only a short time, the women would join them.
Rick whispered on the other side of Ardeth, "How much do you want to bet the girls will be late, because of something Evy does or says?" Jonathan reached around Ardeth's back to smack his brother-in-law in the back of his head. Rick glared at him with a Look, but it was Ardeth who reached behind him to grasp Jonathan's wrist. The Englishman responded with his most winning smile, but relaxed his arm.
"Behave, both of you," Ardeth warned in an undertone as Jason Ferguson took his place opposite him. The boy was dressed in Western wedding clothes, though Jonathan knew Ardeth offered Med-jai robes to him. Jason was staring at Ardeth, and Jonathan stepped closer to his friend. It wasn't necessary. . .but it was something Jonathan wanted to do. More to the point, it was the right thing to do. And that alone felt good.
He was distracted by a deep booming sound. . .the gong in the middle of the village, no doubt. At the same time, Jason squared his shoulders and looked directly at Ardeth. He said softly, "I wanted to say this before the ceremony started, before Celia and Miranda got here. I've been a lousy brother, and an even worse uncle, but I love my sister and niece. If you ever. . .ever. . .hurt her, if you ever hurt either of them, I'll. . ."
Jonathan waited patiently for Ardeth's reaction, then realized his friend didn't have to say a word. Ardeth would always do his best to take care of Celia and Miranda, but he understood that Jason needed to say the words, just to make sure they were said. The boy continued after a moment, "I'll make you regret it. I swear it. I will make you regret it if you ever hurt either of them." He glowered at Ardeth.
Jonathan almost felt sorry for Jason. The young American was torn between his remaining dislike for Ardeth, and knowing that Ardeth loved Celia. He also knew that his sister loved Ardeth in turn, that their love for each other grew and expanded day by day. Ardeth maintained eye contact with the young man, slowly inclining his head at the same time in acknowledgment of Jason's promise. Nothing more was said, for it was then that the girls made their appearance.
. . .
It was time. Nicodemus, once his work for the women was complete, went to the giant gong in the center of the Med-jai encampment. When the women were in sight of the circle, he was to strike the gong three times. Now, as the mighty sound reverberated throughout the entire village, Ardeth felt it reverberate within his own body, down to his very bones. Any lingering doubts dissipated. This was right. He could feel it.
Which didn't entirely allay his nerves. The last time Ardeth Bey was this nervous was his first battle, when he was sixteen. His father and his brother did their best to prepare him, but practicing for battle and actually fighting for your life were two very different things. Just as, he now understood, falling in love with a woman and committing to her for the rest of your life were also two very different things.
As the gong was sounded by Nicodemus, Jason Ferguson slipped into place. He was dressed Western-style, though the ceremonial robes of the Med-jai were offered to him at Ardeth's request. Jason looked uncomfortable, but determined. The young American made eye contact with Ardeth, saying softly, "I wanted to say this before Celia and Miranda got here. I've been a lousy brother, and an even worse uncle, but I love my sister and niece. If you ever hurt either of them, I'll. . ."
He stopped, his eyes burning. Ardeth waited patiently, though he heard O'Connell snort derisively. Though Jason hurt Celia more in the last few months than Ardeth hoped he would in their entire lifetime together, it was his right to warn Ardeth. Celia was still his sister, still his family, and while they were both still uncomfortable with each other, Ardeth knew that Celia still loved her brother, as much as he loved her.
Jason finally finished, "I'll make you regret it. I swear it. I will make you regret it if you hurt either of them." He glowered at Ardeth, caught between his own dislike for the chieftain and the knowledge that Ardeth loved Celia more every day. And the Med-jai did know that his brother-in-law didn't like him. He could live with that. Ardeth maintained eye contact with the young man, slowly inclining his head at the same time in acknowledgment of Jason's threat. . .no, his promise.
Some of the air went out of Jason at that acknowledgment, even as the remainder of Ardeth's warriors arrived. Anatol slipped up beside Ardeth, murmuring, "Everything is in place, my brother. I checked the perimeter three times, and all guards are posted. The tribe of Horus sent twenty men to guard the camp, as they promised." Ardeth nodded, thanking his brother for his report, and Anatol squeezed his shoulder, adding, "Do not be nervous, my brother."
Ardeth was about to scold his brother, when he saw the women. His mother was first, escorted by Darius and Alex. The two little boys were beaming from ear to ear, obviously pleased to have roles in the wedding. Ardeth grinned in spite of his own worries. Next came Acacia, who held Damara's hand. The four year old toddled along with a bright grin of her own. And then. . .
And then there was Celia. Ardeth's heart seemed to expand in his chest, out and up, until it was blocking his airways. He heard the Western phrase, to have one's heart in one's throat, but until now, he never understood it. She was beautiful. So beautiful. Her long dark hair, now worn loose about her shoulders, was washed and combed until it shone in the late afternoon, early evening sun, and reddish highlights shone in her hair.
Since Ardeth's parents married before his father became chieftain of the Asu tribe, the last person to wear the silver circlet now adorning Celia's head was Ardeth's grandmother, Paziyah Bey, more than sixty years earlier. Ardeth prayed that she was pleased with his choice of a bride, though she died before Ardeth's birth. He prayed that all of his deceased family was pleased, and happy for him on this day.
The ceremonial robes for Med-jai women were different than the men. They did wear trousers, to protect their legs, but these were far more form- fitting. Further, their robes were much longer, reaching to their ankles. But like Ardeth, Celia wore a ceremonial cloak, dark blue embossed with silver Med-jai markings. As she approached, her smile made the sun dim, and Ardeth's breath caught once more in his throat. He tried to swallow, but his heart was still stuck.
At her side was Miranda, wearing a dark blue Med-jai dress, with pearls sewn into the dress in a pattern similar to the markings on her mother's cloak. Her dark hair also hung free, and she beamed as she clung to her mother's hand. Ardeth had a sense that it was taking all of Miranda's fledgling self-control to keep hold of Celia's hand, rather than flinging herself into Ardeth's arms. He smiled at her, mouthing, 'be patient, little one!' She just smiled even broader, and it seemed that Ardeth's heart expanded further, though he hadn't thought possible a few minutes earlier.
Bringing up the rear were Aleta and Evelyn, both beaming proudly at him. Ardeth gave them both a weak smile, before turning his attention back to the young woman now approaching him with their daughter. His mother gently nudged his nephew and Alex O'Connell over to the men, while the women lined up beside Celia, who now stood at Ardeth's side. She smiled at him, a quiet smile which reassured him and cooled his burning skin. Miranda stood between them, taking Ardeth's hand into her free one.
In Arabic, with Acacia translating his words into English, and Evelyn into ancient Egyptian, the First Elder intoned, "We bear witness to this marriage, sanctified by Allah, by Asu, by Isis, by Horus. Three thousand years ago, two young lovers were torn asunder by treachery and death. It was this event that began the birth of our Med-jai. This event also led in time to the casting of the hom dai. Now, three thousand years later, that wrong has been righted."
Now that was a surprise. It sounded as if Nassor, the First Elder, was acknowledging the hom-dai should have never been cast, something which no Med-jai publicly acknowledged in Ardeth's lifetime. From the corner of his eye, Ardeth saw the Crea. . .saw Imhotep. . .stiffen. Nassor looked first at Ardeth and Celia, then Imhotep, and continued, "The circle was broken with the blood of the man and woman standing before us. With their sacrifice, Imhotep was reborn, given the chance to atone. A chance denied to him by our forefathers."
Now Imhotep looked almost ashen in shock. He was actually wavering on his feet. Nassor continued, with the women translating, "It is fitting then, that the pair who gave Imhotep, high priest of Seti I, a second chance, should now be wed. Jason Ferguson, render your sister's hand unto the man whom she has chosen, and who has chosen her." Jason looked at Celia, who nodded slightly, and then the young American carefully lifted Celia's free hand, placing it palm first against Ardeth's own upturned palm of his left hand.
Ardeth closed his fingers around Celia's, feeling hers intertwine with his. Nassor continued, "Ardeth Bey, son of Suleiman and Altair. . .present to your intended wife the golden ring of trust." Ardeth extended his right hand and felt Anatol gently place the gold ring in the center of his palm. The young chieftain lifted Celia's hand, his eyes never leaving hers as his two sisters finished their translations.
Once they fell silent, Ardeth addressed his wife in English, Acacia translating into Arabic, "I give to you this ring, Cecelia, as a symbol of my trust in you. I trust you with the treasures of my people, and with my own belongings. I trust you with my body, with my heart, with my soul." With those words spoken, Ardeth gently slid the ring onto her finger, releasing a sigh of relief that it did fit, after all.
Nassor now intoned, "Cecelia Ferguson, daughter of Bruce and Madeleine. . . present to your intended husband your symbol of love and fidelity." This actually varied from couple to couple. Some wives presented their husband with ceremonial shields, others with daggers. Ardeth was curious to see what his bride would choose as a symbol of her commitment.
Celia turned her head ever so slightly to her left, releasing Miranda's hand at the same time, and Evelyn placed something in Celia's hands. She turned back to face Ardeth, addressing him in English, "I give you to this cloak, Ardeth, as a symbol of my love. May it warm you with my love when you are far from me, may it shield you from your enemies and from the elements, and may it guide you home when all seems lost."
Ardeth stared at her, stunned, and O'Connell murmured, "I suppose she figured you had enough weapons, buddy." There was the sound of a slap, O'Connell muttering 'ouch,' then Garai removed the cloak from Ardeth's shoulders. At the same time, Anatol took the cloak from Ardeth's unresisting hands, gently arranging it around his shoulders. Ardeth still couldn't speak. He hadn't thought she could do better than the remembrance pouch which saved his life and his soul in his first meeting with Khaldun. Perhaps one day, she would cease surprising him. He hoped not.
When the pressure in his throat eased enough, Ardeth whispered, "I accept your gift, my wife, and even when I am away from you, this pouch and this cloak will ensure that you are with me." Celia smiled, the smile changing to a faint grimace as Miranda danced at her feet, whispering, 'me, too. . .me, too!' But she swept her daughter into her arms, resting Miranda on her hip, so their three hands could be joined.
Miranda rested her small hand atop Ardeth and Celia's intwined fingers, and Nassor smiled at the little girl. He rested his hand atop her head, saying, "The gifts are accepted. I, the First Elder of the Med-jai, declare that Ardeth and Cecelia Bey are now our chieftain and lady. I further recognize Miranda Ferguson Bey to be the daughter of said marriage. May she be graced with many brothers and sisters. My chieftain. . .you may seal this ceremony."
That was a signal to Ardeth that he was allowed to kiss his new wife. He grinned down at her, seeing it in her eyes, and slipped his free arm about her waist. Ardeth whispered, "Now you are mine, and I am yours." He kissed her, drawing cheers of approval from the gathered warriors and laughter from the women. Then there was a small hand pushing against his chest, and Miranda repeated excitedly, 'me too, Ardeth. . . me too, me too, me too!'
Ardeth laughed against his wife's mouth, then drew back to kiss his daughter. Miranda flung her arm around him, so that she was held between them. They were now a family, in the eyes of the gods and in the eyes of men. But this wasn't the end of their story. As Ardeth mouthed, "I love you" to his wife, he knew that this was only the beginning. Tonight would be the wedding night. . .when their flesh joined. Tonight, the dreams would end, and the reality would begin.