The Story Of Johan Close Part Two

 The Wife’s Journey 

A week passed Islesif felt deeply empty and lonely. She deeply longed to be with her husband. So she knocked on the door of her cousin, Rého Close, who looked very much like her and many, in the Seventh Age Of Legends, believe was Rého Rosecastle’s distant ancestor.

He answered. If the village was not wiser they would have thought that the pair were twins and not cousins. In fact the only difference in their appearance were the three dots at the corner of his right eye. Another reason people a thousand years after this would think that he was the ancestor of Rého Rosecastle.

“Islesif! How have you been?” He asked with a cough.

“I would like to talk with you. I have been very lonely and have been deeply longing for my husband.”

Before he could answer he turned away and coughed again and again and again until it came to an end. When he was calm he turned back to her.

“Then why don’t you go to him?”

“Because Johan told me to look after the farm.”

“Then why don’t I look after the farm and you go to him. I know that I am frail but I am not that frail.”

“But I am a woman! They do not allow women in the army!”

He then coughed for a moment.

“Then take this.” He whispered, giving her a small purple bottle with an orange liquid in that had crimson and scarlet dots in it.

“What is that?”

“Do you have magic?”

“Yes. Inherited from my father.”

“This potion will give you the body of a man for a week, including masculine properties, for one week with one small sip.”

That was when he looked down with a frown.

“Are you pregnant?”

She looked down, caught off guard.

“I do not know. Why, will that be a problem?”

He shook his head.

“No. However, if you are, I will have you know that the child will appear once you return to your true body at the stage it was left. Like the flickering of a candle, yet it will have the side effect of being more masculine.”

She nodded as she took the potion.

“Thank you!” She said and packed her bags and put on her husband’s old clothes. She did all that she could to get in and then she trained well. Soon she found herself joining her husband in battle, yet she was pretending to be Rého Close and he pretended to be her in the meantime.

She soon saw him fight on the battlefield with utter amazement. He slashed one goblin after the other. He did this again and again and again until she saw one was about to kill him! She took a bow and fired it in the goblin’s back.

Then she ran on and Johan slashed another and sliced the throat of a troll that picked him up. She saw another troll about to strike him and she fired at him only to see another aim his own bow at him. She shot him before the troll could even release the arrows.

Then she saw him get hit by a great troll. Much larger than the rest. She fired at the troll in his head and her husband stabbed it in the heart.

“That was good. What was your name, again cousin in law?” He asked bashfully.

“Rého.” She lied as she took a glance at his arm. “Your arm!”

He bellowed out a laugh.

“I’ll live. Not as bad as the one my bull, Tony, gave me! Man, he was so aggressive!”

She could not help but wince, as she remembered the wound that once covered his arm from the elbow and moved to the back. She remembered how almost all his ribs were broken. It took him no less than a week before he could breathe right and get up! It took another week before he could get back to work and had to put that bull down.

“Now, we need to get to the next three. Keep up your aim Rého! And please don’t tell Isley that I forgot your name. Honestly, she would be very upset about it. I will do better next time!”

“I will!” She said sincerely as they continued the fight until all the goblins and trolls were dead.

Yes. This is where I belong. This is where I always belonged. I will always belong with my husband!