Chapter 2
Dante and Karla examined Oscar with the eyes of artists. They observed more than was there to be physically seen. Noticing the disturbed expression on Karla's face, Dante said, "You see it too."
"Yes," Karla answered. A shiver went through her body. She had seen that same look in John Carter's eyes just before he had consecrated the Carter Glade. It had been there when she had painted the last portrait of him.
"I've seen that look before," Dante said; his voice dropping in volume to a near whisper on the last word. There had been times when Happy Harry had that same look.
Head swiveling from one to the other, Oscar watched the two artists discuss him as if he were not present. Clearing his throat, he asked, "What is it that you see?"
"We see the look of a man who knows his fate," Karla answered feeling sick to her stomach.
Feeling sad by what he saw, Dante turned away and said, "You do not need to sit for me. I've seen all that I need to create a statue of you."
"Same here," Karla said while closing up her sketch book. Physically, Oscar had not changed even though his voice had become much deeper. It was his aura that had changed and, despite the fact that the aura wasn't visible, she would be able to capture that aspect of him in her portrait of him. The face wasn't a monochrome of the old crayon flesh color, but a mixture of many colors. The application of those colors could be manipulated to convey far more information that possible within a simple photograph. It would be subtle, but it would be there in her work giving it the indefinable something that would make it a great painting.
Pleased that he wouldn't have to sit for them, Oscar watched the pair of artists pack up their supplies. Within five minutes, both had left the room after giving him curt farewells. The brusque, almost angry, nature of their exit bothered Oscar. He ran out of the room and caught up to Karla. Talking to her back, he asked, "Did I upset you?"
Karla slowly turned to face Oscar. With incredible sadness in her voice, she answered, "Yes and no. John Carter was my hero. The last time I saw him, he had the same look in his eyes that you have. I don't know how to describe it. There's a mixture of a hundred different feelings in it. There is strength, weakness, pride, humility, bravery, fear, happiness, sadness, and... well... there are more contradictory emotions than I can even name. Under all those contradictions, two things shine forth more than anything else: wisdom and determination.
"People talk about destiny or fate, but I don't think most people really and truly understand that concept. They may see the glory, but never the cost. I could see in John's eyes that he knew exactly what was going to happen to him. He knew the cost. I see that in your eyes," Karla said. By the time she had finished answering his question, tears were running down her face.
"I'm sorry that I upset you," Oscar said looking down at his feet.
"You didn't upset me. It is just that I saw John Carter there for a minute. I miss him," Karla said. She flashed on the memories of a little girl in a burn ward meeting a man who was magic. He saw her and not the burns that had scarred her.
"Where?"
"I saw him in you. I don't see how anyone can face the future knowing what it holds for them. You manage it. Somehow, you are still able to smile and keep your sense of humor. I can see why everyone has compared you to John Carter," Karla said. She bit her lower lip and looked at Oscar trying to avoid his eyes. She added, "I loved John Carter. He was special."
"I'm not John Carter," Oscar said.
"I know. You are Oscar Meyers. You are special, too," Karla replied brushing a hand against his cheek in a sign of affection. She turned and walked away before she said more than would be proper.
Oscar watched her leave and then walked down the hall in a slow thoughtful pace. His thoughts were racing a thousand miles per hour while he considered what she had said to him. He wondered if his feelings were that obvious to everyone. One thing was certain; it was impossible for him to hide his feelings from his girlfriends.
Leaning against the wall of the hallway, Oliver watched Oscar as he wandered lost in thought. When Oscar was about to pass by, he called out to him, "Oscar."
"Oh, it's you," Oscar said coming out of his thoughts.
"You seem rather reflective today. What's the matter?" Oliver asked.
"The artists took one look at me and then ran off," Oscar said. He gave a weak grin and added, "You would have I was ugly or something."
Oliver made the obligatory short laugh, but turned to the real matter at hand and asked, "So what is bothering you?"
"They said I've changed and the changes make them uncomfortable," Oscar answered.
"Oh, is that all. Well, you have been a little more serious since returning from the glade," Oliver said in a serious tone of voice. For the past year, Oscar had approached life in a carefree manner. Since coming out of the glade, he was more measured in his conversations. It was as if he was afraid of allowing others to get too close to him emotionally. There was a sense of distance between him and everyone else. In a way, it reminded him of talking with William Redman Carter.
"I guess," Oscar said. It was hard to ignore what the Gods and Goddesses had said to him in the glade. If that wasn't enough, it was going to take him a while to get used to having William's gift full-time.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really. I do have one complaint though," Oscar said.
"What?"
A small smile came over Oscar's face as he answered, "I'm still a quarter inch short of five feet. You'd think that they'd have given me that extra quarter inch."
Oliver laughed at the often voiced complaint and said, "They gave you a voice that makes you sound ten feet tall."
Shaking his head at the mention of his voice, Oscar forced a laugh. He was tired of hearing about his voice. Every female he encountered commented on it. There was something that Oliver was attempting to hide from him. Knowing the answer, he also knew that he was going to have to go through the conversation. He asked, "What were you doing waiting here?"
"I was waiting for you," Oliver answered with a sigh. The news he had to deliver was not good.
"I know. Mullah Farzin bin Saud and Fareed Khomeni have been killed," Oscar said deciding that it didn't matter how the conversation was approached. As he said the words a great sense of sadness settled over him.
"Yes," Oliver said in confirmation.
"How?"
"They were specifically targeted by a roadside bomb," Oliver answered. Hundreds of cars had passed the point where the explosion had taken place, but the bomb had detonated only when the car containing the two men had driven past.
"They were in Germany," Oscar said wondering how he knew that little fact.
"Yes," Oliver said surprised by Oscar's comment. There were times when Oscar's new ability to see the future took him by surprise. He wondered how much of the young Druid's seriousness was a result of that new ability. For the second time in the course of this conversation he thought about William Redman Carter.
"I'm very sorry to hear that," Oscar said shaking his head.
"I know that the past two years have been rather difficult. You and Fareed Khomeni didn't exactly get along that well," Oliver said.
"We got along well enough. I rather liked the guy although he found my questions irritating. I understood that my approach to learning material didn't match his expectations," Oscar said.
"Does this change things?" Oliver asked.
"I don't know. It is up to Allah," Oscar said not realizing how true his words were.
"Ah," Oliver said feeling as if his question had been deflected. Curious, he asked, "So how are you going to bring peace to the Middle East?"
"I am to become a prophet," Oscar said.
"That's all they need in that part of the world, another religious nut," Oliver commented and earning a dirty look from Oscar. He said, "I assume that you are going to go around trying to convert people to a message of peace and love."
"No," Oscar said. He sighed and said, "This news about Mullah Farzin bin Saud and Fareed Khomeni is very bad. It is never good when a servant of a God or Goddess is killed. There will be consequences."
The week long break at the end of the summer quarter had finally arrived. On the third day of the break, Oscar married Debbie and Georgia in a wedding ceremony held at the campsite beside the river behind the Biggers' house. It was officiated according to Druid tradition. Georgia wore a white robe. Debbie wore a blue robe with five stripes on the sleeves. After much debate about the color of robe Oscar was to wear, it was decided that he would be accorded a gray robe symbolic of his service.
The official guest list was small in comparison to William's wedding, but attendance was more than large enough for Oscar and his wives. The majority of people were students and, while pleased to celebrate Oscar's marriage, most were just happy to have a distraction from their studies. His mother and father were there along with Debbie's and Georgia's families.
Not everyone who had been invited had been able to attend. The ones who failed to attend were obvious by their absence. William Redman Carter had chosen not to travel, although Ed Biggers had come. Mullah Farzin bin Saud and Fareed Khomeni had been assassinated only a week after the invitation had reached them. The Reverend Leroy Jones was in Italy with his bodyguard, George. Rabbi Teitelbaum was in Israel where another minor war was being fought.
The absences wouldn't have been noticed by most of the people who attended. Their attention was on the party after the ceremony. Picnic tables loaded with food had been set up in front of the Biggers' house. Under the canopy of green trees, the people in the crowd were busy filling plates while listening to music played by the first Druidic Bard. The atmosphere was light and carefree as befitted a wedding.
While others were partying, Oscar, Georgia, and Debbie were in the house talking with the parents. Irving Meyers raised a glass of wine in the air and said, "Here's to your marriage. May it be long and happy."
The toast did not have the intended cheerful reaction. It was a painful reminder that Oscar was going to have to pay a high price in the execution of his service. Georgia and Debbie both sighed. Seeing their reaction, Oscar put an arm around each of them. The parents did not understand the reason for the muted reaction and looked at the trio with concern.
Halfway convinced that her daughter had gotten into a strange relationship that she didn't really want, Georgia's mother, Gloria, moved over to her daughter. With a worried expression on her face, she asked, "What's the matter? You act like you don't expect this marriage to last."
Georgia looked at her mother and said, "Don't worry, Mom. This marriage will last until we are parted by death."
"So why the strange reaction to the toast?" Gloria asked.
"It is a long story," Georgia answered trying to paste a smile on her face. She thought about the last time she had been in bed with Oscar and the false smile turned true. She said, "I really love Oscar and Debbie."
"Are you sure, dear? Marrying another woman along with a man is a little unusual," Gloria said looking over at Debbie. The red head was attractive and didn't look like a lesbian, but sometimes those things were difficult to tell. She tried to understand the unusual relationship, but couldn't come to grips with it. Her other daughter, Jennifer, assured her that there was nothing sick about the relationship.
"I'm positive, Mom," Georgia answered with an understanding smile. Unlike her father who was a confirmed pagan, her mother had been raised a Baptist. This was one of those situations when her early religious beliefs tended to emerge.
Debbie's father, Pat, walked over to Oscar and slapped him on the back in a friendly manner. He smiled and said, "So you've turned my daughter into an honest woman. I'm happy to have you in the family."
"Thank you," Oscar said not really knowing how to react to that greeting. He wondered for a minute if he was supposed to say that he was going to keep her a dishonest woman. Then he considered what he would have to do to make that happen and smiled at the images that thought conjured. He could see how an attempt on his part to put her out on the street dressed up like a hooker would end up with him walking the street in a garter belt and stockings. If Debbie didn't hurt him, then Georgia would.
"She was telling me that she's headed off to the Holy Land for her internship," Pat said with more than a little pride. His little girl was going to see the world that he only knew of through television and had always desired to see. A lesser man might have been envious, but Pat wanted the world for his daughter and was glad to see that she was getting to experience some of it.
"Yes. Oliver thought it would be a good way to keep the family together," Oscar said.
"So you are headed off to the Middle East to do your thing there," Pat said. He wasn't sure what Oscar was going to be doing there, but he knew it would be important.
"You might put it that way," Oscar replied. He looked at the man knowing that tomorrow morning was going to be the last time he would ever see him. His father, Jacob, made his way over to where the two men were standing. Oscar watched him approach.
"I really like the two women you married," Jacob said.
"Thanks, Dad. I'm rather fond of them myself," Oscar said.
"You're going to have your work cut out for you. Debbie is smarter than you and Georgia is stronger," Jacob said giving a wink to Debbie's father.
Pat grinned and said, "I agree with you, Jacob. Oscar does have his work cut out for him. Two wives? I can't handle the one I have."
"I told him the same thing when I first met Debbie and Georgia," Jacob said. He looked down at Oscar and couldn't believe the changes in his son. The transformation from a klutz to a graceful man had been accompanied by a deeper change that he didn't understand. There was a depth to Oscar that had never been there before.
Mark, Georgia's father, came over to where Oscar was standing. Looking over at Oscar, he said, "I can't believe that Georgia actually married a Druid."
Smiling at the comment, Oscar said, "Georgia was telling me that you were having a hard time believing that one of your daughters was getting married."
"You can say that again," Mark said with a shake of his head.
"Why would you think that?" Pat asked.
Mark answered, "I have two daughters, Georgia and Jennifer. Jennifer is a Druid and travels all over the world. I don't think that she's ever going to get married. It seems to me that she is too busy to settle down with a man.
"Georgia has always been a tomboy. I wasn't exactly surprised when I learned that she was in Afghanistan teaching soldiers how to fight terrorists. To tell the truth, I was kind of surprised when I discovered that she actually liked boys."
"Why?" Oscar asked.
"Well, she was always more interested in competing with men than in dating them," Mark answered. He had actually believed that his daughter was a lesbian and dated men to hide her sexual preference from her parents. He wanted to be supportive, but had been waiting for her to tell him that she preferred women.
"Ah," Pat said. He looked over at his daughter and said, "I never doubted that Debbie would get married. I was surprised though that she chose to include another woman in her marriage."
Jacob patted Oscar on the back and said, "Well, I think my son is lucky that they have chosen to be with him. His mother and I were concerned that he would never find someone who could live with him."
Oscar rolled his eyes and said, "I'm not that difficult to live with."
"That's what you think. Your mother and I still have the scars," Jacob said with a laugh. He turned Oscar so that he was facing Debbie and Georgia. With a slight shove, he said, "Go run over to your wives and leave us fathers alone to talk."
"Right," Oscar said. He headed over to his wives thinking it was time to go outside where the other guests were gathered. Although this was supposed to be a romantic day, he was feeling a little hungry.
Debbie turned just in time to see Oscar walk over to them. Putting her arms around him, she said, "This whole day has been perfect."
"I'm glad you've liked it," Oscar said.
"We loved it," Georgia said putting her arms around her spouses. It felt good to hold Oscar and Debbie in her arms.
Breaking the romance of the moment, Oscar's stomach growled. Debbie laughed and said, "We're married for less than an hour and he growls at us."
Shaking her head, Georgia broke the hug and said, "Next thing you know he'll be asking us to pull his finger."
"Hey, I'm hungry" Oscar said. He looked at his finger and then held it out to Georgia.
"Let's get him fed," Debbie said grabbing Oscar and Debbie by the arms. She led them out of the house to where they had set up the picnic tables. Their exit from house was noticed by the students and a cheer rose from the guests.
Debbie held up both arms while still holding hands with her spouses and shouted, "I got me a husband and a wife!"
Those gathered around the tables laughed at the announcement. There were a few calls of encouragement, and condolences, to Oscar. The trio slowly made their way to the tables where the food was arranged. On reaching the tables, both Debbie and Georgia admitted their hunger. There wasn't much talking after that.
Several hours later, Oscar stepped away from the front of the house to get a little peace and quiet. He was still trying to get used to having foresight and crowds tended to exaggerate the effects. It was rough being around hundreds of people while seeing two time slices of the world simultaneously. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe to ease the uneasiness of his stomach. He opened his eyes and said, "Hello, Ed."
"Hello, Oscar."
"You have something for me from William?" Oscar asked holding out his hand.
Ed held out an envelope and said, "He gave me this for you. He was sorry that he couldn't make it here. He's having a hard time getting used to life as a mere mortal and I think the crowd of people would have been too much for him."
"I can understand that. The crowds are difficult for me, too," Oscar replied while accepting the envelope. Ignoring Ed for the moment, Oscar read the letter which he had removed from the envelope. Smiling, he read the part about how the money he had given to William had increased in value to a little over forty million dollars. Pleased, he said, "At least my wives will be cared for."
"He wants you to know that he will take care of your wives in the event that anything happens to you. They are welcome in his home anytime," Ed said.
"That's nice of him. That's very nice of him. He's already done a lot for me. I gave William some money to invest for me. He got a very good return on the investment," Oscar said feeling a little tightness in his throat.
"He is good with money," Ed said. This was the first that he had heard of William handling any investments for Oscar. He looked at Oscar and asked, "How are you holding up?"
"Me? I'm fine. I am worried about William, though," Oscar said. He had been disappointed that William hadn't attended the wedding despite understanding the reason behind it. It would have been nice to say goodbye to him.
"He's still getting used to his changed circumstances," Ed said.
"I didn't ask for him to give up his foresight to me," Oscar said feeling a little defensive about it.
"I know. So does William. He doesn't blame you. He wants you to know that."
"That's good," Oscar said. He wouldn't blame William if he had been angry about having lost his gift. He looked over at Ed and said, "You know that I consider him my best friend."
"I know. He feels the same way about you," Ed said thinking that it had to be the strangest friendship in the history of mankind.
"Let him know that I appreciate all that he's done for us and say goodbye to him for me," Oscar said. He turned away so that he wouldn't have to look at Ed.
Ed put a hand on Oscar's back. He said, "I will. Take care of yourself."
"Thanks," Oscar said. He knew that Ed was leaving for Arizona and William would have his message before night had fallen. Ed was gone before he turned around. With a tear in his eye, he said, "Take care of William."
Oscar looked over the crowd thinking that today would be the last
time that he would see many of them. He folded the letter from William
and put it into the pocket of his robe. He'd read it over when he had
more time.