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May gestured to Carlisle. “Can you help us, Your Highness? We’re kind of concerned. We fear he might be dead.”
Venus walked toward Carlisle and inspected his face. She said gravely, “Thankfully, we don’t see much of this anymore, but it still happens sometimes. Did he eat of the golden apples?”
“Yes, Your Highness,” said Sheila.
“I thought so. Normally they are quite harmless, but for some they can be deadly. It’s a reaction.”
“What do you mean ‘a reaction’? Like, allergic?” asked May.
Venus looked up at her and her eyes were emerald green now. “How do I put this? It’s a reaction between the apples, which contain pure joy itself, and a terrible sadness.”
“I don’t understand.”
Venus put her hand to her chest lightly by way of explanation. “He has suffered a broken heart that has never healed.”
“His wife died a few years ago,” said Sheila.
Venus looked down at his face again and appeared puzzled. “Has he remarried?”
“No,” responded Sheila.
“How peculiar,” said the goddess. “No, my dear, I’m afraid the wound usually runs deeper even than that. I suspect he lost his mother at too tender an age—most likely at his birth.”
Sheila exclaimed, “Oh May, did you hear that? Poor, poor, dear Mr. Carlisle.” And Sheila buried her face in her hands again and wept.
May rolled her eyes. Talk about bad luck with women. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
Venus’s eyes shifted from green to steely gray. “No, dear, I would never joke about that. As I’ve said, I haven’t seen this happen for quite a while. It used to happen a lot more often.”
May looked down at Carlisle’s motionless form on the grass as she processed this new information about him. She said out loud, “I’ve read it was as high as one in four women at one time.”
“Excuse me?” said Venus.
“Died in childbirth. And you’re right, it almost never happens anymore. That probably explains why you don’t get them as often,” explained May.
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