Carmen Ferreiro-Esteban - Two Moon Princess

The arrow knows the way. Just let it free.

Burnt into my memory by endless repetition, the words came to my mind unbidden, with the soothing rhythm of a familiar song. But somehow this time, they were not just words: A tingling feeling ran through my fingers, and the bow became an extension of myself. I could feel the trembling of the string and the cold of the metal at the tip of the arrow as I felt the tension in my muscles and the pounding of my heart.

Then the arrow took flight. Like a falcon aiming at its prey, it went straight to the target drawn on the trunk of the distant oak. In the complete silence of the wait, I heard the vibration in the air and the thump of the tree hurting as it was hit in the center of the bulls eye.

All over the field, the roar of the multitude exploded like sudden thunder, breaking my concentration. Still holding the bow I no longer felt, I tore my eyes from the arrow trembling in the tree and walked back to my companions.

Don Gonzalo, our instructor, moved forward as I approached them. Bravo, Princess Andrea! he shouted. A perfect shot! His red hair a mane of fire in the midday sun, he crossed his right arm briefly over his chest before extending it toward me, his open hand facing the sky. The salute to an equal. I blushed with pleasure at his words and returned his salute while the pages surrounded me, screaming my name in victory.

I laughed with them and answered their calls. And for a moment, lost in the exhilarating feeling of belonging, I almost forgot the empty seat on the High Stand by the kings side. The empty seat that meant To Ramiro had not come to the Games. The empty seat that meant, despite my perfect shot, I had already lost.

Andrea, I will try to be there, To had told me months ago before leaving for his manor. But you know it doesnt depend only on me. I have other obligations.

It was not exactly a promise, but I had taken it as such because he was my only hope. To Ramiro, my mothers brother, was the only one who had shown any interest in my desire to be a knight. I knew that without his help, the king, my father, would not allow me to become a squire. He would send me to Mother instead to be made into a lady as he had promised her he would on my fourteenth birthday. And my fourteenth birthday was only months away.

A lady! I shook my head. As a lady, I would not be allowed to play in the courtyard or hunt in the woods. As a lady, I would have to stay inside the castle and do a lot of curtsying and smiling.

I shook my head again to get rid of the dreary thought, and closing my fingers around my lucky charma flat round pebble with four perfect holes I had found once in my uncles roomI watched as the herald, magnificently attired in the blue and white colors of our kingdom, rode into the center of the field and in a clear voice announced the winners.

Winner at the wrestling contest, Don Luis de Can. Winner at the sword competition: Don Enrique de Hul. Winner at archery: Princess Andrea de Montemaior.

The world around me disappeared in a cacophony of sounds, and I knew I was shouting, although I could not hear my voice. Moments later, and without any recollection of how I had gotten there, I found myself in front of the High Stand where my father was now standing. His eyes, bright and proud under his bushy eyebrows, met mine briefly as he offered me the prize: a golden arrow. One knee on the ground, my head bent in respect, I took it from his hand and went back to my comrades.

I could not stay long, though. After all, I was a princess and was expected to be with my family in the Great Hall. I would join the pages later and wait with them while the knights met to choose their squires. While the knights fought to choose me as their squire, I thought and smiled. Fate was smiling at me today. I had won first place. Father would have to realize at last that I,Andrea, his fourth and youngest daughter, could be as good as the male heir he had always wantedeven without my uncles prompting.

My feet barely touching the ground, I rushed to the castle.

Back in my room, I gave myself over to Ama Bernarda, my old nurse, to be dressed for dinner. For the first time ever, I did not argue when she slipped my fanciest dress over my underdress and combed my hair again and again in a useless attempt to make me look like a lady. I did not even complain when she scrubbed my nails with a sharp brush until my fingertips were red and sore.

Once I was ready, I looked in the mirror. A tall lanky girl with dark green eyes and short brown curls returned my stare. I couldnt recognize in her the mighty warrior I really was.

A sharp knock interrupted my musings. Margarida, I thought. When I opened the door, however, I didnt find my sister, but one of my fathers footmen standing outside.

Princess Andrea, he said. His Majesty the King demands to see you.

I froze. Why should Father want to see me now? Had I already been chosen? Or . . .? SomeoneAma Bernarda, I realizedtouched my elbow.

Come on, Princess. Dont make Don Andrs wait.

But . . .

Ama smiled, her eyes so surprisingly blue in her worn-out face staring right at me. Have no fear, my child. You have worked hard. Maybe we were all wrong and your father will grant you your wish to be a squire after all.

Encouraged by Amas words, I rushed to Fathers quarters, and after the footmans formal announcement, I hurried inside. From behind the immense mahogany table that dominated the room, Father looked up. Pray have a seat, Princess, he said as I curtsied to him.

I did as ordered. My fingers tightly wrapped around the carved armrest of the chair, my feet on the deep red carpet, I leaned forward.

Father smiledthe unusual gesture making the old scar that ran down his right cheek stretch itself into a pale line. Today has been a great day for you, Princess, he said. One phase of your life has come to a close, and a new one is about to begin. So it is with joy that I dismiss you from my service as a page and welcome you as a lady into my family.

I jumped to my feet. A lady? But, Father, I dont want to be a lady. Ive won the golden arrow. I

Silence!

Fathers voice was cold. Cold and hard as hail, and his eyes were ice. Under the soft silk of my skirts, my legs were shaking and refused to hold me. Gasping for air, I stumbled back.

Again Father smiled, a brief sharp grimace that did not reach his eyes. You are right, Princess. You didnt do too badly this morningfor a girland I am proud of you. But you are almost fourteen now, and the queen and I have an agreement. Your time to play games with the pages is over.

Games?

Father raised his hand. Yes, Princess, all you have done until now, I call games. Even if playing them has taught you the basic skills of a soldier, that is all they were. But from now on, your comrades will start the real training, and believe me, it will not be a place for a girl. You are a princess, Andrea, like it or not, and you have to learn to behave like a lady. One day you will understand and thank me for having sent you to your mother, Doa Jimena, today.

Pushing the heavy chair back, he got up and offered me his ring. The audience was over. As powerless as a bow under the skilled archers hands, I rose and, bending over the polished table, kissed the blue stone on his middle finger: the symbol of Gothia, our kingdom.

Behind Father, from the tapestry that covered the wall, the brown damp eyes of the hunted stag were pleading with mine for help. Around him in a mle of bodies and legs, several hounds, fangs bared, were waiting for their master to finish the kill. I was the stag. And my time was over. I turned and the walls swirled in a blur of colors, while ahead of me the doors swung open without a noise.