The Story of Hathor & Dayo
Hathor's Story 4
Dayo didn’t like the worlds I picked. He said that I had a penchant for worlds with war, commotion and pillage.
“And why Earth?” he balked when we were strolling down the crowded, stony streets of Paris. Hoards of people were cheering on the beheading of their royals.
“Earth is my home. I am utterly and completely in love with it,” I said as I watched the giant blade slice the neck of their beleaguered queen. Serves her right, I thought. You always do right by your people. And to think, I met her once. Sapo, a time traveling mystic who once consulted their big haired queen hosted us in his cobblestone home. He shared every detail of the politics of their revolution and the royal one’s fall. Riveting. These people had destroyed their god and made a new one in their image.
Dayo said I thrived off of revenge, bloodshed and amassing power. Why he wondered, couldn’t we go to a world with peace? So you pick, I said. And he’d take me to these technological farces in humankind’s mimicry of nature or to isolated nature traps where ice fell from the sky or tall shiny buildings blocked the sun. And he had a total aversion to taking me to his true world. It was too dangerous he said. Why couldn’t I go on his spaceship? Why couldn’t I go on a trip?
“Because my partner’s looking for you,” he said.
“What would happen if he found me?”
“There’s no point in finding out,” he said. Then when I took him to my home, he was mired in protecting me from danger.
"I can't protect you if I'm not here."
““The head of your army is not on your side,” he said after we’d made love in my palace bedroom.
“Dayo, really?” I said, turning away from him. Why couldn’t he just be in the moment? He thought he was telling me something I didn’t know.
“Dayo, I understand the players. I see their sword swings several paces before they dare to sharpen the blade. In fact, early after the sunsets tomorrow he’ll send two people in my yard to attack me when I go for a garden walk. But I won’t be on a garden walk tomorrow because we’ll be in another land, another time.”
“Hathor,” he pleaded clasping my hands in his. “There’s got to be another way.”
“And I’ve found that way. You here with me is all that I need.”
“I can’t protect you if I’m not here.”
“You can’t protect me period,” I said. But Dayo didn’t like that assertion. He wanted to shield me and defeat everyone in one blow. But my society was so complicated, the forces at play so lethal, there was no one move to end it all. Even the murder of my brother would end nothing. There was always another enemy in the wings. I just needed a break from the monotony of it all. I didn’t need to be rescued.
“What if I found a way for us to be together,” he said.
“We are together,” I shared. While his absence in his world amounted to mere seconds, in mine it equated to a full lunar cycle. “I’m not leaving my kingdom,” I said. “I have responsibilities. People need me to be inspired.”
“They’ll find someone else.”
“They pray to me, Dayo. You wouldn’t understand that.”
Dayo accused me of loving the rush of power. I told him he only said that because he had none.
“What’s power if you have no peace?”
“What’s peace if you have no power?” I retorted.
But our debates were just teasers and foreplay, for days and nights of bliss. And then he would leave for what felt like eternity until we met again.
But during his last absence, my brother summoned me and asked about my new paramour.
“Where is your friend?” he asked as we sat at an opulent room in his chambers. He slept on one side of the palace and I on the other.
“He’s away on his travels,” I yawned as I stood before his gaudy opal encrusted throne.
“I never see him leave or arrive,” he added between long, drawn out sips of water. “Who are his people?”
“He’s a nomad west of the sands,” I said.
“Then where’s his caravan?” AK asked. “And why does he not speak their language.”
“I don’t know, dear brother, I never stopped to ask. There are more pressing matters that he and I attend, too.”
“The next time he’s here, I want to meet with him,” AK said.
“I’ll share that you want to make an acquaintance. Goodnight.”
“I’ll meet with him,” Dayo said when he returned. I had fallen asleep in his arms recounting the story and jolted by his insistence. “He needs to know who I am,” Dayo said.
When I walked Dayo down the hall to AK’s side of the palace. The hall was lined with armed guards, each following us with their narrowing eyes as we neared the gateway. Just as we turned to enter the fountain courtyard, AK emerged in full regalia to greet us.
“I would like to speak with him alone,” AK said with a half smile. He was uneasy and he smiled in hopes I wouldn’t notice.
“Certainly,” I said. I motioned to interpret for Dayo, but he placed his hand on mine. “No need to interpret,” Dayo said in the language of my birth. He spoke with such authority and perfection that I was taken aback. He had been studying our language the whole time. “I understand everything.”
I glided back to my wing thinking how ironic it was that my perfect match was not of this world. How fitting, I thought and smiled myself into comforting laughter.