When we last saw the Glamour Girls… well, something odd happened. The whole world changed. One moment, they were Changelings living in the Twin Cities area and the next… they were somewhere in the 5th Century bumping shoulders with characters straight from Arthur’s Britain.
They’ve undergone something called “the Flux.” The entire world changed and nobody noticed. Everyone entered the new world with complete lives and memories. Only three of the Girls remembered the past world and retained their memories. Misty did not. As far as she knows, the whole world has always been 5th Century Britain. And the Girls can’t find a way to change that.
Confused? Not as confused as the Girls are.
What’s more, some of the folks they knew back in the Twin Cities have shown up in Britain as well. Changed just slightly—some more than others—but still familiar. Familiar strangers.
Our cast of characters includes:
as Brangaine, a Cornish lady married to a Christian knight having an affair with a Pagan knight; as Anwyn, an Enchantress of Britain and apprentice under the Great Enchanter, Merlin; as Terrwyn, the Cambrian lady who disguises herself as a man to participate in tournaments; and as Ysbail, the Norman lady with merchant contacts in both Britain and the continent.
- And, tonight, a special guest.
as Sir Gwillym.
Still a little shaken from the Flux, Brangaine (Kiera) and Anwyn (Lilith) talk about the changes they’ve seen. Many familiar faces in new roles.
“Have you seen Walker?” Anwyn asks.
Brangaine shakes her head. “I haven’t,” she says. “I don’t even know where he might be.”
Brangaine looks at her husband’s crest on his shield. A tower and boar. Barnabas. In the old world, he was a father figure. Now, in this world, he’s her husband. A kind, gentle man who adores her.
“Barnabas is your husband,” Anwyn says. “Is that weird?”
“It depends on which brain I think with,” Brangaine says.
Anwyn sighs. Then, she asks, “Have you seen Merlin?”
Brangaine thinks about that question. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Merlin.”
“I have,” Anwyn says. “I’m his apprentice.” She frowns. “Part of me is remembering that I’ve never seen Merlin ever do any magic.”
“Isn’t he supposed to be the greatest magician in the world?” Brangaine asks.
Anwyn nods. “But I’ve never seen him do any magic. He always has one of his apprentices do it.”
Just then, Ysbail (Melanie) rushes into the room. “OMG!” she shouts. “Guys, I met Mister Finger!”
The blood rushes from the Ladies’ faces. Anwyn asks, “Where?”
“She’s a lady!” Ysbail says. “I mean, he’s a lady. From France.” Ysbail thinks for a moment. “She was really sweet.”
Anwyn’s eyes almost pop from her head. “No!” she says. “He’s not sweet! He’s a monster! And he wasn’t supposed to Flux into the new world!”
Sir Barnabas of Cornwall enters the tent. He needs to duck when he enters. “Is there a problem, my wife?” he asks. “I heard shouting.”
Brangaine shakes her head. “No, sweetie. Everything is okay.”
Barnabas looks at her, confused. “Oh-kay?”
Anwyn steps up. “Everything is fine. Just fine.” Barnabas nods and leaves the room. Anwyn turns to Brangaine. “We have to stop saying that word,” she says.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the tournament, Terrwyn is dressed in trousers. She tucks her red hair under a cap, dons clothes too big for her and brings her bow to the archery tournament.
Of course, she wins. The crowd cheers. The other men—“other men”—scowl. The champion from last year’s tournament gives her the prize: a white bow carved from the wood of a sacred tree.
Terrwyn bows as she takes the prize. The man holds on to the bow for an extra moment, looking at her with piercing eyes.
“Your name, sir?” he asks.
Terrwyn says, “Terryn.”
He nods, still holding on to the bow. “Who is your liege?” he asks.
Terrwyn says, “The Lady Terrwyn. From the Cambrian Isles.”
The man nods again. He smiles. “Tell your Lady I would like to have dinner with her tonight.”
Terrwyn frowns at him. “Your name?” she asks.
“Cerddwr,” he says. “Of London.”
He releases the bow. She steps back. “I will let her know,” he says. “But she is very busy.”
“I want to tell her a secret,” he says. Smiling.
Terrwyn backs away, her prize in her hands.
The other Ladies go to watch the jousts. Brangaine wants to watch two knights in particular: her husband Barnabas and her secret lover, Sir Sebastian.
But before either of them joust, a young knight named Gwillym sits on a horse, waiting for his opponent to be ready.
Gwillym looks around him. Just a moment ago, his name was Will. He was sitting in a bar, talking to a bartender. Detective Walker told him to wait there. And now, just as Walker leaves the bar, Gwillym is here, on a horse, with a lance in his hand.
All the memories of his new life spill into his brain. Ahead of him, his opponent signals he is ready. Behind him, his squire slaps the horse’s behind. Gwillym’s horse rushes forward. And Gwillym does all he can to hold on.
The lances crash. Gwillym’s lance strikes the other knight solid, nearly knocking him from his horse. His opponent’s lance strikes Gwillym hard. He falls, but catches himself at the last moment, his foot caught in the stirrup. Then, as the horse continues his ride, Gwillym falls to the ground.
Dazed, he looks up at the sun. His opponent rides to him.
“Sir knight,” his opponent says. “You joust very well. I cannot accept this as a clean victory. I insist we make another pass.”
Gwillym’s head is in a fog. “Another pass? Yes. Of course,” he says.
“I must know your name,” his opponent says. Gwillym tells him. He asks the same in return.
“Uriens,” the knight says. He drops his lance down, offering it to the fallen knight. Gwillym takes the lance and lifts himself up.
The knights have another pass.
This time, Gwillym’s lance shatters and slams a large piece of wood in his shoulder. He falls. His opponent is also knocked from his horse. The two knights lay still for a moment. Then, Uriens pushes himself up and sees to his wounded opponent.
“Sir,” he says. “I do believe another pass would not benefit either of us.”
Gwillym, in pain, nods. “I yield,” he says.
Uriens shakes his head. “We were both unhorsed,” he says. “Come, let me take you to my pavilion so my healers can treat your wound.”
Gwillym nods and accepts his aid. As he does, he looks out to the audience. He sees the Ladies. He sees Anwyn. He sees Brangaine.
And then he sees Ysbail. Will sees Melanie.
Ysbail rushes out to the field. Her friends follow her. She looks to Anwyn. “Can you cure his wound?” Anwyn says that she can. Ysbail holds his hand. And then, his helmet comes off.
A deep, ugly scar cuts across his face from the back of his scalp. One eye is milk white. His mouth is curled into a scowl. Ysbail’s eyes flutter with surprise.
“Come,” Uriens says. “I will have your wounds cured.”
Gwillym goes with Uriens. The Ladies stay to watch Barnabas joust.
END OF PART 1