labor contractions), were massing against Maeve even now. And I didnât know if sheâd consider it her victory when the two bulls fought to the death. Think about it: would you want to tell someone the end of the story when she was in the middle? I didnât, especially not after what sheâd said about prophetesses.
âSpeak up, girl!â
âActually,â I said, âI started out on Tir na mBan seeking a vision of the Appended One.â
âThe Appended One?â she puzzled.
âI wanted to see one of the people who piss standing up,â I explained. âWe donât have them on Tir na mBan.â
âOh!â She laughed a deep, throaty laugh. âA man, you mean! One of the ones with the cock-a-doodle-doos, the joy sticks, the magic wands.â
It occurred to me that I had come to a veritable fount of information.
âIs it true,â I ventured, âthat you go with thirty men a day or go with Fergus once?â
âThirty men a day!â Her breasts and belly shook with laughter. With the motion the patterns of woad became positively psychedelic. âIs that how my fame is sung? Well, I wonât deny it, then.â
âWhat is it like to go with a man?â
âColleen,â she said, âI donât need prophecy to know that youâre not long for Tir na mBan. Whatâs it like? Think of having a flame-tipped spear rushing inside you. No, no, dear, it doesnât hurt. I donât mean that. Itâs flash after flash of lightning and the dark, weighty roll of thunder. Sparks fly upward. Stars burst in your breasts. The darkness blazes. And if itâs really good, the fire comes right up out through the top of your head. It beats a cattle war all hollow. Believe me, Iâd rather fuck than fight any day. But you canât have great sex without sovereignty. Never forget that!â
âMaeve? Maeve!â Just then a voice called. A dark sounding voice with a timbre Iâd never heard. It gave me goose flesh. âHurry up. The hosts are massing. You said you only had to pee.â
âThatâs Ailill. Iâve got a battle to fight. Wish me luck.â She turned away.
âLet me go with you!â I called. âMy mothers havenât trained any male heroes lately, but theyâve raised me to be a hero.â
On the brink of her famous battle, Queen Maeve of Connacht turned back for a moment.
âI thank you for that, colleen, but youâre not armed andââ She broke off and a strange look came over her face. Under the woad she looked a little green. âA great warrior queen will spring from your line, whose fame will be equal only to my own.â Then she shook herself like a dog thatâs just come out of the water. âI hate it when I have second sightings. Iâm a warrior, not a prophetess. No, donât tell me what I said. I donât want to know. Just tell me your name again before you return to Tir na mBan.â
âIâve outgrown my childhood name, and I havenât found a new one yet.â
âAh,â she cried. âThen it will be my pleasure to name you for myself. I can tell you are a colleen after my own heart, more like to me than my own daughter Findbhair. So I bestow on you the brave name of Maeve until such time as another name shall claim you.â
And she re-traced her steps and gave me a loud smacking kiss on both cheeks, and then on the mouth.
âOh, Queen Maeve, how can I thank you?â
âKeep fighting for our sovereignty. Without it, there can be no balance between men and women. Without balance, no blessings, only battles.â
âI will be a warrior then, like you.â
âOne small disclaimer, honey. Bearing my name doesnât make you me any more than wearing my torque would. Youâll make the name your own. No, I donât know your fate beyond whatever it was I just told you. But Iâll wager it will
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