Goddess of Legend (Goddess Summoning #7)(8)

"I've chosen you, Isabel, for a very special, very important mission."

"I'd be flattered if I weren't so spooked. And I'd run screaming if you didn't conjure one helluva great cup of coffee."

"Are you hungry as well? The Fates tell me you are partial to pastries. Some things called beignets."

The woman went to do that snap thing again, but Isabel stopped her. "Much as I appreciate that, before you do that out-of-thin-air thing again, may I ask a few questions?"

"You deserve to have all of your questions answered."

Isabel took that as a yes. "Were you the one who saved me?"

"Yes."

"How? As soon as I hit the water and couldn't get free, I knew I was in trouble." She held up her hand and wiggled her fingers, wiggled the toes encased in silver slippers. "All better, just like that. I was a goner for sure. And then I got this feeling of, I don't know, a second chance."

"Goner? You were, I think I'd say, a finder. And yes, this is another chance to fulfill some desires."

"Well, that clears things up." Isabel glanced around at the lush greenery, at the dense forest beyond this rocky beach. "We're not in Oklahoma anymore, are we, Toto?"

"Toto?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that as a slight. You seem to know my name and other kinds of creepy things about me. May I ask what your name is?"

"I'm known as Coventina. But you may call me - "

"As in the Lady of the Lake Coventina? As in the mythical Goddess of Water?"

The woman shined with a triumphant smile. "So you have heard of me in your times! Merlin assured me I'm but a long-lost myth."

Isabel sat stunned. The shimmer that surrounded the Lady, her long, golden hair, the blue eyes that seemed to reflect the purity of the lake behind them. "You're kidding, right? Am I being punked?" She glanced around. "Where are the cameras? You've done a great job of hiding them, because I can spot and smell one from a mile away."

"I assure you, I am indeed Coventina. And none of those camera things exist, not in my knowledge."

"I'd love that beignet now. And may I have them drizzled with - "

" - dark chocolate. Of course." That snap thing again, and then Isabel was staring at a feast. The beignets, yes, just the way she wanted them, but also fried ham, over-easy fried eggs and potatoes with onions, peppers and bits of bacon, just how she cooked them herself. This was too good. Too perfect. Too crazy.

Then again, she was too hungry to actually be rude enough to decline.

"Do you mind if I'm freaked out?" Isabel said after licking her fingers? She started to get to her feet. That's when she noticed that, with a wave of the woman's hand, her slippers became glued to the earth beneath her. She tried to free herself from them, but they were definitely superglued to her skin as well.

"Please hear me out," said the woman who, if the tales were true, didn't really need to ask.

Isabel sat back down. "You'll excuse me if I'm just a little . . . dumbfounded?"

"I understand."

"You saved me from Grand Lake."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I have need of you. And I have hopes that this will all turn out so that one of your - how did you put it? - shouldas will also come true for you."

"I'm alive. I'm not just in another world?"

"Oh, I am afraid you are definitely in another world. But it's of this world, Isabel. Just not of your time."

"Where am I?"

"If you've been taught about me, you've been taught about Camelot?"

Isabel again just stared at her. "Surely you jest."

Coventina laughed, a sound that was so lyrical that even the lake seemed to respond to it. The lake bubbled here and there as if something beneath couldn't help but enjoy the joke with her. "I enjoy a good jest, as do many of the men and women of the castle. But I assure you, beyond this forest is the castle of Camelot."

"You mean like King Arthur and Lancelot and Guinevere and Mer - Oh. He really is your Merlin."

"Or was," Coventina said, and her eyes immediately turned from a stunning blue to a stormy gray. "But he has forsaken this world, too devastated by the destiny he fears is in Arthur's future." The Lady grasped Isabel's hand. "I must bring him back. I must. I fear that eternity will be an eternal misery without him."

"Why me?" Isabel asked, even as she tried not to show watery eyes. She was so not a crybaby, unless it was over the tragedy of a sweet and heroic man in Afghanistan or the birth of a kitten.

Coventina squeezed Isabel's hand even more, although strangely it didn't hurt, but felt like energy being exchanged between them. "Because you were the woman I was looking for. I asked the gods for one who was beautiful, smart and, I'm sorry to say, about to die. And what was a must for me was a woman who had an, as you put it, 'shoulda.' One who mourned in her last moments that she'd never found true love."

"What makes you think I'll find it here, Cov - "

"Call me Viviane. Merlin is the only one who ever has, but I'd like if you would as well. Because I believe you will be the one who brings him back to me."