Author’s Note: This was written for the 2010 Summer Challenge on the
maryrenaultfics
LiveJournal community, to the prompt “swim”.
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Deep Water
Greer Watson
At first, Arete had been grateful to have another woman whom she could join by the pond. They sat—well apart from the men under the willow—spinning and sewing, and chatting as they kept an eye on the little girls. If she felt slightly envious of Thalia’s large brood (especially the
boys in the water and the baby boy who chuckled at her feet), Arete knew that it was the gods’
will how many were born, and how many lived. Thalia was not the only woman in Athens with more
children than her own one precious duckling—and it was nice for Charis to have other girls to
play with in the warm summer sun.
After a while, though, a discomforting realization stole through her thoughts: the other woman
was from Athens, obviously, as her accent made clear; but not the Athens with which Arete was
familiar. Another time; but not another book. (Another book would have been no problem. There
were many female characters from other books.) Thalia was from some future point in The Last
of the Wine. Arete was tempted—briefly—to ask questions, ones that she knew that she did
not really dare have answered. Questions about Myron and the war, and the future of Alexias, and
whether she would ever have a son.
Then it gradually grew on her that at least one of her questions was not going to go unanswered. The
man in the pond with the little boys was not only disquietingly like her stepson, but was
Alexias—an Alexias grown to full manhood.
It took the barest hint to steer Thalia into proud exposition, and confirmation.
That Thalia was her daughter-in-law did not trouble Arete. She was not someone she had ever met;
and she was clearly a respectable woman of good birth, and a good wife to Alexias, and a good
mother. Arete would gladly have continued to chat with her future daughter-in-law in the warm
sun, keeping an eye on the children. It was Alexias who disturbed her—that man now full
grown. Decently covered by the pond water, but still nude beneath the concealing ripples. Arete
did not want to think of her stepson as a grown man, naked. It was not seemly.
Finally, making an excuse, she collected her sewing and rose; and went into the house, to the
kitchen, and then to the Library, where she found the Secretary—to whom she said nothing of her
thoughts, but found other things to say. A slave brought them refreshments, with some long sweet
draught of unfamiliar fresh-squeezed fruit juice.
After a while, they drifted upstairs to the Secretary’s private chambers, where Arete was able to
satisfy her curiosity about the other woman’s foreign garb, with its clever buttons and shoddy seams.
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The story, "“ITOW – Deep Water”, was
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on 4 September 2010 by greerwatson.
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