"Please," Anath-Sin said, still gasping. "You are angered at him because he fixed your hair for you. He is...like a child. He is strong, but like a child. You can not think to--Methos!" She then suddenly exclaimed, appalled. "You can not be thinking of taking his head? It would be...beneath you."
Caspian loped up to them. "If there is such a thing."
Methos glared at the man--the blood between them was still bad, but they had now fought alongside one another, and so Methos would let it pass. But the look on his face made it known that he would keep the slight in mind, and not bear a second.
"I had been thinking of simply letting him go his own way--but yes, perhaps taking his head would be more humane--look at him! He has not the wits to appreciate what he is."
"Perhaps you have not the wits to appreciate what he is, then--" Caspian began, but then, Anath-Sin, interjected, seeing Methos about to lunge for him--
"Enough! I will not have you bickering like this. I have told you once, we are family--you show respect one to the other--or mark me--we are nothing. Do you hear me? Family."
She looked at them. They broke the fierce looks and stepped back from each other. She noticed that Silas had risen, and he now looked on them in shock. He seemed to be in awe of what she had said, and she turned to him.
"Silas?"
He lowered his head.
"Have you ever known a family? Come here Silas, and bring the dagger. I want to show you what your family is. Methos," she said, then turning to him. "Caspian was simply saying, you do not appreciate that Silas is strong. He has not your subtlety, nor your wits, but he is strong, and he is like ourselves. But I appreciate this."
"Hand me the dagger, Silas, and give me your arm," she then demanded. Obediantly, he did so, and as she held it in one hand, she said, "I know one of you has done this with me--this was a rite I learned of old--Caspian...you know what this is."
He nodded, and held out his own arm.
"What do you say, Brother?" Caspian then asked Methos.
"We have shed blood--why not share it?"
"With you alone, I might, Anath-Sin."
"Then go to your tent, and I shall join you--but this is for the good of the camp--and you may even understand why I have done this, someday."
At hearing this, Methos stalked off. Anath-Sin's eyes flashed. In this instant, she knew what she had done. She made the crew her own.
Posted on Oct 6, 1999, 7:05 PM from IP address 216.164.199.14