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“I tried to tell her, she wouldn’t listen,” Wichapi complained, frustrated. “Do you know how long it took me to find her daughter? Over three years! Why is she like that? If Iris were my daughter, I would drop everything and run to her. Arrrgh!”

Wichapi paced before Her Majesty’s throne, fists clenched, six black wings fanned, fluttering every time she changed direction.

“I know you told me she would be this way and you were right. I love her so much, Your Majesty, but she is the most stubborn, mixed up Washichu I’ve ever known. What am I going to do?”

Wichapi looked up and saw the magnificent throne, a sun sculpture of bursting gold rays above Her Majesty, supplicant popes depicted below her. The whole magnificent throne seemed to float on a cloud. Her mentor sat, listening patiently, legs crossed, red wings folded behind her, hands up, fingers touching.

“Looking down at Wichapi from Saint Peter’s throne,” Beauty said in a silky voice, “She’s lucky to have a friend like you.”

“My thoughts exactly!” Wichapi retorted.

Standing, Beauty stepped down from her throne and offered her hand to the troubled Lakota Princess, who took it, almost in tears. Together, they began walking slowly toward the great bronze baldachin, under whose canopy sat a large divan. As they stepped up to it on the platform, Beauty gestured for Wichapi to take a seat, “Please… tell me everything,” she said.


“. . .and then we parted.” Wichapi finished, shaking her head. “She told me she couldn’t come with me, she had a ‘mission’ to do first!”

Nodding, Beauty said, “What you must understand, Wichapi, is that Brenzel is a very loyal person. It isn’t that she doesn’t believe you, she just doesn’t want to betray those she believes in.”

“But what about me? Doesn’t she believe in me?”

Pursing her lips, Beauty continued after considering for a moment, “Sometimes, my child, you have to do things for others that they can’t yet do for themselves. In time, I am sure Brenzel will come to see the truth – as you do – and thank you. You have both Iris and Brenzel’s best interests at heart, but resolve, in your love for her, to be patient until your friend understands the wisdom you already possess.”

“I hate waiting,” Wichapi said.

“You’ve already spent a lot of time finding Brenzel’s daughter. A little longer will not hurt things. Whatever time you need to spend with Brenzel to help her help her daughter, you can still both can show up the next day for Iris. Time is not a problem for us, my friend, trust me.”

A heavy sigh passed through Wichapi’s full lips, as some of the tension fell from her shoulders. “You’re right, of course.”

It’s difficult to be misunderstood

Extending her hand to the young seraph’s shoulder, Beauty said, “Wichapi, I know from personal experience how difficult it is to be misunderstood when you’re just trying to do the right thing.” Nodding her head, her red eyes looking earnest, she said, “Therefore, I’m going to help you help Brenzel. I think you are both going to be okay. Part of growing up is understanding that not everyone sees the truth like you do. But until they do,” she looked intently into Wichapi’s eyes, “you must stand firm and do what you can even if she’s doesn’t agree.”

Beauty turned, clicked her fingers, and a blond-haired woman walked up, bowing low as she approached. “Until your friend realizes the importance of seeing her daughter,” Beauty continued, “my servant, Siren, will accompany you back to see her. She knows my people in that time and place and will arrange protection for Iris.”

Smiling with reassurance, Beauty said, “I knew the day I first saw you in these hallowed halls, you were something very special. I said to myself, finally, someone worthy of my wisdom and help. So, don’t worry, everything will be okay. Rest your heart and mind in the fact that you’re doing what’s best for your friend and her daughter.”

“Thank you,” Wichapi said, feeling relieved, I am so grateful, Your Majesty, I really don’t have anyone else I can talk to about these things.”

Beauty smiled, “You are a powerful seraph, Wichapi, it is my pleasure to help you reach your full potential. Any time you want to talk, come visit. I want you to succeed, despite what others say or do.

“But, for the time being, until your friend sees the truth, I think it best we keep our plans to help her between us.”

Wichapi nodded in agreement.

My servant Siren

Turning to Siren, Beauty handed her a letter, “Take this letter to Sir Robert Hesilrige in Leicestershire. He will make inquiries and organize proper protection for Iris.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Siren said, still bowing.

“You will serve Wichapi,” Beauty added with a stern look, “with the same respect and obedience you serve me.”

Keeping her eyes down, the blond said, “I understand, your Majesty.”

“Good!” Standing, Beauty said, “Come, I’ve had food prepared, lets have something to eat and I will tell you stories of the old days. You have a lot of catching up to do if you want to really understand what’s going on in the world.”

Wichapi smiled broadly. For the first time in her life, she felt things were going well and she had someone she could look up to, someone who understood her completely. Her Majesty would illuminate her destiny as she mastered her own powers. Wichapi could hardly believe her good fortune.