This story was written before season 5 aired, so technically, it's an AU story. Mayan was introduced in season one in the episode, War Prayer, and never appeared again. I've sort of taken her over -or, rather, she's taken me over - and written a number of stories about her. This is the first one, about the long friendship between Mayan and Delenn and what happens when Mayan comes to B5 to be with Delenn for the birth of David.



A FRIEND OF THE FAMILY

Frieda W. Landau
(flandau@gte.net)



Minbari do not have problems with relationships.
We have a ritual for everything: for being together,
for being apart, for meeting, for saying goodbye,
for solving problems....
(Delenn Sheridan)





Sha'al Mayan, the foremost poet of her generation, the youngest ever to be awarded the honorific "sha'al" signifying total mastery of her art, the idol of millions, paced the room at a loss for words. The irony was not lost on her. She had dry periods before, when the words would not come. But this was the longest, over two months now. And none of her old tricks worked. Meditation, activity, change of scenery - all failed. She stopped in front of the window over looking the quiet street that ended at the foot of the crystalline cliffs that circled the village. This was usually her favorite view, watching the play of sunlight splash jewel tones on the multi-faceted surfaces. Some of her best work was inspired by those cliffs, but not today.

She sighed and started to turn away when she noticed a figure in brown and black walking purposefully toward her gate. As the figure drew closer, she saw it was human, a human male. How odd. She could not remember the last time a human had visited this village so far from the metropolitan centers of Minbar.

She watched as he stopped to read the house name on the gatepost. Satisfied he was in the right place, he entered the sheltered garden. She waited for him to reach her door and opened it before he could knock. He made the sign of the triluminary and bowed his head.

"I seek the poet, Sha'al Mayan." he said in perfect, if accented, Adronato."

"You have found her," she answered, hiding her surprise.

He bowed again. She studied him as he reached into a pouch on his belt. He wore black, a shirt and minbari style trousers that had the look of a uniform, topped by a brown cloak fastened with a brooch set with an Isil'Zha stone flanked by a human and a minbari figure. Many of the items on his broad belt were unfamiliar, but she recognized the pike holster and the embroidered meditation stone pouch.

"I am instructed to wait for an answer," he said as he handed her a data crystal. He bowed and withdrew into the garden before she could respond.

Fingering the crystal thoughtfully, she turned and walked into the house. The human must be a Ranger. She knew of them, of course, but this was the first time she had ever seen one. Then the message must be from Delenn. Mayan had expected a message for some time now, ever since that silly ISN broadcast last month. So why was she so reluctant to hear what her old friend had to say?

Finally, she placed the data crystal into the monitor. "Hello, dear friend." Delenn's face appeared on the screen. For a moment, Mayan could not reconcile the face with the voice. The two women had met only two or three times since Delenn's transformation, and then only briefly. Freezing the image, Mayan studied her friend. The human characteristics were predominant, especially the luxuriant hair. The remnant of the minbari bonecrest seemed an ornament. The effect was exotic, alien. But the eyes were still those of the Delenn of old.

Mayan listened as the message resumed. "It is time, my friend," Delenn said. "I ask that you remember our old pledge. The bearer of this message will make all the arrangements. Please come soon or it will be too late." Delenn's face faded.

Mayan stopped as she was about to remove the crystal. There was a second message. A man's face appeared. She recognized the most famous human male in the galaxy - John Sheridan, President of the Interstellar Alliance, and Delenn's mate. "Hello, Mayan. I hope I'm pronouncing your name correctly. My Minbari is not very good, as you can tell. Delenn told me about what happened to you the last time you visited Babylon 5. Please don't let that stop you from coming. Delenn really needs you to be with her now. You have my word that no harm will come to you. Please, come, for Delenn's sake."

Again, Mayan froze the image on the screen. So this was the human who had captured her friend's heart and soul. She saw an ordinary human face. Pleasing to look at perhaps by human standards, but not exceptional. There was grey in the hair and the trim beard, and the eyes had seen too much, yet the overall impression was of a human male in his prime. But that did not make him unique. What did Delenn see in him? One point in his favor: he did seem concerned about his wife. Mayan mentally shrugged as she removed the data crystal. She would wait to pass judgement on Sheridan until she met him.

"Anla'shok," she called to the ranger in the garden. He appeared before her and bowed his head. "How soon can we leave for Babylon 5?"

"We can leave now, if you wish, ma'am," he replied.

"Tomorrow is soon enough," she said. "Do you have lodgings for the night?"

"Yes, ma'am, thank you." He bowed again.

"Then, I will see you this time tomorrow." He turned to go when her voice called him back. "Anla'shok, if we are to be traveling companions, I should know your name."

The Ranger smiled and said, "Kendrick, ma'am, Jason Kendrick." He bowed once more and walked away.

Mayan packed quickly and efficiently. After years of touring and performing tee'la,
she knew what she would need for a month's absence from home. Besides, she could always borrow from Delenn. They were still much the same size. She hesitated a moment, then packed the small case that contained the antique pens and other implements of her art.

A flock of temshee sang outside her window as she prepared for bed. She smiled. Temshee were singing when she made that promise to Delenn. It was the end of her second year at the temple school, when they were fourteen. One of their teachers had sent her to find Delenn. Mayan made for the old bell tower the two girls used as their private retreat. She knew Delenn would be there, listening to the songs of the temshee that nested in the rafters. And, most likely, reading stories of Valen. Mayan could never understand her friend's devotion to Valen; she thought it was excessive, even for one of the religious caste. As she climbed to the top, she heard a crying sound. She found Delenn sitting on the floor of the empty bell platform, weeping as though her heart were breaking.

"What is wrong," Mayan asked as she knelt and put her arms around Delenn. "Are you hurt or sick?" Delenn buried her head against Mayan's chest and sobbed harder. Mayan rocked her gently until finally, Delenn regained a measure of control. She wiped the back of her hands against her eyes and hiccupped.

"Oh, Mayan, it is so sad. I never realized before, but now that I am learning the rituals for my first ceremony as a fertile female, I see how terrible it must have been."

"Delenn, what are you talking about? You are not making sense. Start at the beginning."

"I am sorry." Delenn picked up her discarded book. "This tells of Valen's wife and the birth of their first child. Oh, Mayan, Valen's wife had no women of her clan and caste to attend her and perform the proper rituals. She gave birth all alone."

"But, Delenn, she was not alone. Valen was with her, and she was in a Ranger camp."

Delenn shook her head impatiently. "That is not the same thing. Don't you see?"
Delenn grasped her friend's hands. "Mayan, promise me that if ever I conceive a child, you will be with me to perform the birth rituals. Promise me, please!"

Delenn was truly terrified. Mayan squeezed the hands clasping hers and said slowly and carefully, in the most formal dialect, "I promise, Delenn. You will not be alone."

But Delenn was not satisfied. "You will be with me, no matter where I am?"

"Yes, Delenn. No matter where you are. In Valen's name, I promise."

The poet Mayan touched the fading scar on her forehead. Who would have thought, all those years ago, that she would be called to fulfill her promise on Babylon Five!

Mayan sat in the forward observation lounge on the bridge of a White Star. How like Delenn to despatch a warship for her. But, she had to admit, it was the fastest, most efficient way to bring her to Babylon Five. And the safest. Now, just a few hours from her destination, she stared out the tall windows into hyper space, remembering their school days.

She let her thoughts wander, touching first one memory and then another: Delenn fiercely defending her arguments in class; Delenn mimicking the pompous maths teacher with devastating accuracy; Delenn gently teasing her out of a black mood.

They were born in the same month of the same cycle, only a few days apart - Mayan, at twelve already composing tee'la; and Delenn, so sure she had a destiny to fulfill, even if it was at yet unclear. They became friends immediately.

Delenn had been at the school since she was eight. Mayan had come to the capital to study with the master poet who taught at the leading temple school. She had never before attended a school of such size and formality. In the village at the foot of the mountains that flanked Tuzanor, she was taught at home by visiting masters or at the local temple, until her father was transferred to Yedor to became chief aide to the Shai of the warrior caste. The population of this new school was greater than that of her whole village.

Delenn was her guide and protector those first months, constantly at her side, easing her passage into the life of the school. Twice, when Mayan was on the verge of expulsion, Delenn persuaded the housemaster that she, and not the new girl, was at fault. After the second occasion, Delenn told her they had to talk. Mayan could still hear the ring of steel beneath the soft voice.

"Mayan, on two occasions now, I have risked my honor to lie for you. The first time because I believe a newcomer should be given another chance; the second time, because you are my friend as well as my roommate. I will not lie for you again." When she did not respond, Delenn said sharply, "Do you understand me?"

Mayan nodded, miserable and afraid that Delenn would hate her. Mayan knew she was wrong, but after the freedom of her former life, she chafed at the restrictions of the school. Neither girl said anything for a few moments, until Delenn gave her a radiant smile. "Next time, my friend, if you want to get around the rules, come to me first. I know all the ways. I should, I have been here long enough."

Mayan gasped, and started laughing. Delenn hugged her and the two girls, both laughing uncontrollably, collapsed to the floor.

"Ma'am?" Ranger Kendrick stood before her. "Can I bring you anything? Tea, some fruit?" Mayan smiled at him.

"No thank you, Jason. Please, don't fuss."

Kendrick bowed and said, "Entil'Zha herself gave me explicit orders to see to your comfort. Now, you wouldn't want me to be accused of dereliction of duty?" He smiled and continued, "We will reach the Babylon Five jump gate in about an hour. I've placed your luggage aboard the flyer. We'll be ready to go as soon as we clear the gate." He bowed again and left the bridge.

Mayan watched the Ranger walk away. He was the first human male with whom she had ever spent any time. She enjoyed his company, despite her protests. He was charming and amusing and considerate. She didn't think that was part of his Ranger training. Or did they receive instruction in how to please traveling poets? Perhaps after pike practice?

Delenn knew how to use a fighting pike, she suddenly remembered. That had been a surprise. As the child of a warrior father of the Fire Wings clan, and a religious mother, Mayan was expected to learn the ways of both castes so as to choose her own. But Delenn? She had kept her ability to use the pike a secret, even from Mayan, for the first year they roomed together.

It had been the last week of school before the long summer holiday. Delenn came in late to supper, her tunic torn and dirty. The housemaster was furious. A certain laxity at the end of the term was permissible, but Delenn's behavior was inexcusable. He sent her to change her clothes. Afterward, she was to meditate upon her conduct.

Later that night, while they were eating the food she had smuggled into their room to replace Delenn's missed supper, Mayan demanded that Delenn tell all. Hadn't they sworn not to keep secrets from each other? Delenn was reluctant, and then embarrassed, but finally admitted she had been practicing pike fighting with a group of older, warrior caste males who were studying at the school. She had lost track of the time, and had no chance to sneak in and change before supper.

Mayan had wondered why Delenn, religious on both sides, and by personal choice, would want to learn the one skill most closely identified with the warriors. She should have expected Delenn's answer. Valen, of course.

"Valen said learning to handle a fighting pike sharpened the mind as well as the body," Delenn informed her in that earnest tone.

After that, the two of them practiced together. Years later, when she asked her why she tried to keep her skill a secret, Delenn told her that a former roommate insisted that it was improper for a religious caste member to use such a weapon. And the old housemaster agreed. After that, it just seemed easier to keep her interest a secret.

Delenn still practiced with the pike, but Mayan had let her skills rust. Perhaps she should ask Anla'shok Kendrick for some pointers. She was beginning to see what Delenn meant about human males. But Mayan would never make the mistake of falling in love with one. Love was much too dangerous. It pierced your soul and left you exposed and vulnerable. The way she felt the first time.

She was seventeen, the year she had to decide whether to continue in the temple system. Delenn wanted her to continue, naturally. She saw the two of them finishing their novitiates and becoming acolytes, pledged to serve their people. But that was Delenn's way, not hers. Mayan didn't know exactly what she wanted - beyond composing tee'la. She had learned much during her six years at the school, but now she was restless, unsettled - afraid to leave, but unwilling to stay.

Then she met Vorthenn. He was warrior caste, of the Wind Swords clan, sent to the temple school by his clan elders to finish his education. Mayan could still vividly see the first time he walked into the meditation class. The sun shone through the tall, arched windows, splashing him with light. She always thought of him that way: golden and shining, dazzling her eyes. The focus of her meditations changed. She no longer looked inward. She studied Vorthenn as though he were a new ritual she had to memorize.

He was tall and sturdy, with muscular arms and shoulders, emphasized by the close fitting shirt and tunic he habitually wore. His hands, although callused from years of weapons training, were shapely, with long, slender fingers. His bonecrest was unusually thick for a young male. It was intricately fluted, rising to three tall points that framed his face. How she longed to stroke it.

He sought her out one evening, to help him, he said. As the daughter of a warrior, she would understand the difficulties he was experiencing at a religious caste school. Would she walk with him in the moonlight?

She told Delenn everything that night. How they walked through the gardens behind the main temple; how they talked - he really did want her help. Delenn gave her a skeptical look, but Mayan ignored it. "It's true, Delenn. He is so sweet and considerate."

"If you say so," Delenn said, her voice carefully neutral.

"No, really. He was very careful. He only briefly touched the backs of my hand. Never the palms."

Delenn looked incredulous.

"Well," Mayan admitted, "not until we said good night. Then, before I could lower my hand, he held it and stroked the palm with his thumbs. Oh, Delenn! My heart beat so hard and I could barely breathe."

They talked long into the night, analyzing every word, every gesture.

Mayan stared at the swirling patterns of hyper space outside the White Star. It was hard to believe that they had ever been so young and naive. She recalled what she told Delenn the last time they met on Babylon Five: they were too young to know anything about anything; they could only feel, and wonder what it all meant.

Her thoughts returned to the past and her first love. They walked often in the moonlight, sometimes talking, more often tentatively exploring each other. He would gently cup her face in his hands while his long fingers lightly rubbed across the temple ridges of her bonecrest. When she shivered, he would kiss her and remove his hands. Until the night she put her hands over his to hold them in place. Then, greatly daring, she mimicked his actions, lightly stroking the convoluted folds of his crest.

He drew her face toward his, until their foreheads touched. He placed one hand on the back of her crest and rubbed across and between, while his thumb stroked the folds on the inside. She tried to mirror his actions, but her hand was too small.

"It's all right, Mayan," he murmured, "just stroke one side and then the other. Yes, like that." She felt him tremble beneath her hand. Or was she the one trembling?

The fingers of his other hand flickered lightly across the sensitive skin of the blue patch on the top of her head. She started as she felt a shock run through her. He pulled her closer and tilted his head so that his mouth could find hers. He kissed her hard, and then released her.

He put his arms around her shoulders, holding her against him, stroking her back, until she stopped trembling. Arm in arm, they walked back to her residence. As he said good night, he kissed the palm of her hand. "I love you, Mayan," he whispered, and walked away.

The next time they met, she was as eager as he. Her hands and mouth reached for him even before they were safely enfolded in the shadows of the trees. She no longer told Delenn every detail.

One night, as they walked by the waterfall, the light of the two moons shimmering, turning the crystalline path into a stream of liquid silver, Vorthenn turned to face her. Taking both her hands in his, he looked into her eyes. It was so bright, she could see herself reflected in his.

"Mayan," he said after a long moment. "Will you couple with me? Will you perform the d'ar'sha'Na ritual with me?" When she did not reply, he said, "surely this is not unexpected. We have shared pleasure. Would you not like to share the ultimate pleasure with me?" Still, she did not answer. He released her hands and looked away.

She spoke then, just one word, "when?"

She chose Delenn, of course, to be her second at the ritual. Delenn was hesitant: she was too young; too inexperienced; too terrified. Mayan pointed out that at Delenn's Felan'na'teloch Na'fak'Cha, three years ago, Mayan was her attendant. Delenn countered with the fact that Mayan's own Felan'na'teloch ceremony was two years earlier, so she knew what to expect. But, in the end, Delenn agreed, as Mayan knew she would.

Mayan hadn't thought about the ceremony that marked Delenn's passage to physical maturity in years. She thought of the secret Delenn told her as part of the ritual. Delenn had spoken before of the time she became separated from her parents and wandered into the old, deserted temple, and of the voice that promised no harm would come to his little ones in his great house. What she had never told anyone before was that the voice was Valen's.

Later, Mayan wrote a poem for Delenn. Valen's Child, Mayan named it, not knowing at the time how apt was the title. She tried to recall it now. Oh, yes, that was it.

The fire of her soul blazes through eyes
Wide with wonder at the myriad
Manifestations of a Universe
Striving to understand itself
As she hurries headlong toward
A destiny dimly glimpsed
Through veils of past prophecy
That fuels the fire within.

Anla'shok Kendrick appeared. "We'll be jumping in a few minutes, ma'am," he told her. "We should board the flyer now. The captain of this ship wants to rejoin the fleet as soon as we're clear."

"Yes, of course." Mayan rose and followed the Ranger to the two-seat flyer. Within the hour, she would be on Babylon Five.

Anla'Shok Kendrick escorted Sha'al Mayan out of the docking bay into the VIP lounge.

"The formalities have been taken care of," he said. "Someone will be here shortly to escort you to your quarters. I regret I have to return to duty."

"Thank you. I have enjoyed your company." She smiled, and added, "I will tell Delenn that you were most efficient in your duties."

Kendrick bowed. "I am most grateful, ma'am," he said solemnly, but with a twinkling eye.

Mayan raised her hand in a gesture of farewell. "A safe journey, then, Anla'shok. Walk with Valen."

Kendrick grinned. "It will be a short walk, ma'am. Babylon Five is my duty station."

Mayan laughed. "Then we will meet again."

"Count on it, ma'am." He made the sign of the triluminary, bowed and quickly walked away.

Mayan studied the throngs hurrying purposefully through the terminal area. Sentients of all sorts interacted, meeting and parting in a harmonious dance. There were Minbari, Narn, and Drazi, as well as humans, wearing the black and grey of station personnel. There was no sign of the tension and fear evident in her first visit. If this was Sheridan's handiwork, she was impressed.

She watched as a uniformed Narn, talking with a Minbari, pointed in her direction. The Minbari bowed and walked toward the lounge. It was Lennier.

"Sha'al Mayan, Delenn sends her apologies," he said in the formal dialect, "she was called away. She asked me to escort you to your quarters." He bowed and led her toward the nearest lift. He did not speak again.

Mayan signed. Some things had not changed. Lennier still resented her. For Delenn's sake, he would be polite, she knew from previous experience; but the situation would be uncomfortable. Lennier gave her the code for her quarters, bowed perfunctorily, and quickly withdrew.

She entered into the standard Babylon Five VIP quarters - a general living area with a small galley and breakfast bar, and an enclosed sleeping area. Someone, Delenn most likely, had placed candles and delicate chimes around the room. There were fresh fruit and flowers on the counter. Through the open door into the bedroom, she could see her luggage at the foot of the Minbari style bed. She unpacked quickly, then checked the small bathroom. Yes, Delenn had remembered to include the cleansing chemicals and lotions. Checking out the small refrigeration unit in the galley, she found a pitcher of her favorite juice. She poured herself a glass and tried to relax on the small, grey couch.

She was nervous about seeing her old friend again after all this time. The friendship had survived and even strengthened over the years, but Delenn was happily mated . Would the strong bond between them still be there? And now there was Delenn's pending motherhood. How would that affect their friendship?

The last time she was this nervous, she realized with a shock, was at the d'ar'sha'Na, she shared with Vorthenn. She laughed out loud. No, she was not quite that nervous now. No one could be. Well, perhaps Delenn was as nervous then also.

The preparations for her first sexual experience took three days, during which, secluded in her room, she purified herself through fasting, meditation and prayers. She saw no one, except Delenn, and very little of her. As her attendant, Delenn was very busy preparing the special chamber for the rituals, along with Vorthenn's second, a young acolyte called Branmer, who served the logic master at the school.

Before the ritual began, Mayan and Delenn and Vorthenn and Branmer shared a ceremonial meal prepared by the attendants. In Valen's name, had there ever been a more self-conscious group at table. If not for the prescribed prayers as each food was tasted, the meal would have been eaten in complete silence. She could only manage a few bites of each dish. After the final meditation, the four of them entered the chamber.

The chamber was very like her quarters on the station, she recalled. A large room with a smaller room jutting into it at the far end. On either side of the smaller room was the arched door of the two dressing rooms.

Delenn led her through the left-hand door. She removed her clothes and stepped into the cleansing stall. Her hands were shaking so, she needed Delenn's aid to finish. Afterward, Delenn massaged a fragrant, spicy oil into her skin. The scent of the oil, and Delenn's light touch made her aware of her body as never before. Mayan could feel every muscle. Every nerve was alive. She put on the soft white robe Delenn held out to her and adjusted the hood to conceal her face. They did not speak. Mayan was apprehensive and Delenn too intent upon performing her duties correctly.

A chime sounded, startling them both. Delenn handed her a lit candle in a silver holder and walked with measured tread back into the outer chamber. Mayan followed, a few steps behind. Delenn and Branmer held open the double doors of the inner chamber. Vorthenn, also robed in white and carrying a candle, held out his free hand to Mayan. They bowed to their attendants and walked through the doors. Delenn and Branmer closed the doors in unison. They would guard the chamber during the night.

Mayan started as the doors closed behind her, almost dropping the candle. Vorthenn gave her hand a brief squeeze and released it. He motioned for her to start lighting the candles arrayed on the walls, the only light in the room. When they finished, Mayan saw a broad couch piled with pillows covered in red and gold silk, flanked by two crystal tables that held silver carafes of juice and water, and two, small, crystal cups. And that was all. The carpet beneath their bare feet had the feel of velvet. Vorthenn took the candle from her and placed it on one of the tables, his own candle on the other.

Very gently, he lowered the hood of her robe. Looking into her eyes, he told her, "don't worry, Mayan. I won't do anything you don't want."

He kissed her softly as he removed first her robe and then his. For a long moment they stood there, staring at each other. He was beautiful, from the points of his crest to his broad chest and narrow hips, to his long, well-muscled legs and shapely feet. His stomach was taut and flat, with a wide, blue, triangular blaze that started at his navel and ended just above the pubic bone. The blue was deepening as she gazed. He smiled and lowered his eyes to her abdomen. She blushed to realize that her own blaze was also darkening.

He led her to the couch. He lay amid the pillows and pulled her down beside him. He began stroking her crest and the blue patch on her head. When she tried to do the same to him, he caught her hands. "Not yet, Mayan. I just want to touch you first." He kissed her palms and continued stroking. He ran his hands from her crest down her neck and arms. He rubbed his thumbs across her palms and then kissed her as he started stroking her belly, softly at first, and then harder. She jerked and arched her back. A wave of heat that seemed to emanate from his hand spread throughout her body. The blue blaze began to throb. He changed to a kneading motion. The throbbing increased. She had never felt such pleasure before.

Suddenly, she rolled facing him. She kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. She rubbed his blaze with one hand and stroked the inside folds of his crest with the other. As she felt the throbbing beneath her hand, he guided it down. Understanding what he wanted, she closed her hand around his stiffened penis. She stroked down and then teased the wedge-shaped head with her finger tips. He made a growling sound in his throat and she stroked harder.

He continued to knead her blaze. His other hand found the wetness between her legs. He inserted a finger to open her. As she expanded, he began to rub the interior ridges. At the first touch, she convulsed and began to tremble. She thought she would shake to pieces. The exquisite agony built.

He moved so that they lay on their sides - belly to belly, blaze to blaze, her top leg over his. She was kissing him frantically now, the fingers of one hand rubbing across the ridges of his crest, the fingers of the other digging into his back.

She was open for him now. He inserted the tip of his shaft. As he thrust deeper and deeper into her, she pushed against him. She barely felt the pain when he broke through the thin membrane, so intense was her pleasure. She climaxed first, as wave after wave rippled throughout her body. He held her close until her shaking began to subside. Then he thrust into her again, harder and harder with each stroke. As he began to climax, spilling deep into her, she felt her own excitement peak again, so that their bodies exploded against each other. Afterward, they collapsed into each others arms and slept.

They were lovers for a year, until they parted in a ritual as formal as that of their first coupling.

Mayan rose to pour herself some more juice when she heard the door open. She turned to see Delenn enter. "In Valen's name, Delenn, you're as big as my father's old cruiser!"

Delenn smiled and said dryly, "it pleases me to see you also, Mayan."

The two women started laughing at the same moment. Mayan tried to hug her friend, but could not get close enough to put her arms around Delenn. They laughed even harder. Tears streaming down her face, Delenn gasped and flopped onto the couch, her body sprawled back and her legs spread wide. Mayan, who was regaining a measure of control, started laughing again.

Finally, catching her breath, she said "that is a most undignified position for the First Lady of the Interstellar Alliance, and for Entil'Zha of the Rangers."

Delenn nodded her agreement. She could not speak yet. She gestured for something to drink, and Mayan brought her some juice. Delenn responded to the concern in the other woman's face.

"I am fine, Mayan. Really. It is good to see you again. Thank you for coming so quickly." She motioned for Mayan to take the seat opposite.

"I'm sorry about what I said..." Mayan started to apologize when Delenn interrupted.

"Don't be. I think that cruiser was a little smaller, actually. No, don't start me laughing again or my son may be born right here and John would never forgive me for giving birth without him. John says he always finishes what he starts. And since he won't be home until this evening...."

Mayan smiled. "Actually, Delenn, you look fine. I don't think I've ever seen you look so contented. When will the birth be? If you want a proper ceremony, I'll need time to prepare."

"In two standard weeks, according to the doctors, but David is becoming impatient. I think he will be born earlier than that."

"David," Mayan said, carefully pronouncing the alien name. "Then you are going to name him David Neroon?"

"Yes," Delenn said softly. "I did send a message at the time." Mayan nodded. There was a brief, awkward silence, then both women started to speak. Mayan told Delenn "you first."

"Mayan, will you join us for dinner tonight? John is eager to meet you, and I am eager for you to meet him. I will send someone to guide you to our quarters. Our home is difficult to find if you are not familiar with the station."

"Why don't you send that delightful Anla'shok Kendrick to escort me?"

Delenn grinned at her friend. "I thought you would appreciate him. Dinner is at seven. Now, if you would help me get up, I will let you settle in while I attend an extremely boring meeting."

"Sha'al Mayan, I am, uh, honored to, uh, meet you." The man's accent was atrocious, but his smile was warm.

She took pity on him. "Thank you," she said in English. "But I am fluent in Earth Standard."

Now the smile was sheepish. "It's that bad, huh? Well let me say it again. I am honored to meet you. Delenn's been helping me translate some of your poetry. It is very beautiful and very moving."

"Thank you again." Mayan bowed.

John Sheridan escorted her to the sitting area of the large room which was nearly twice the size of the standard accommodations.

"Delenn will be out in a few minutes. It takes her longer these days. Can I get you something to drink, juice or tea? We have some zehtran juice. Delenn says it's your favorite." He was ill at ease, trying to cover his tension with words. He ran a hand through his hair.

Delenn's voice interrupted. "John?"

"Coming," he called, a note of relief in his voice. He started for the bedroom, when, remembering his guest, he said over his shoulder, "I'll be right back. Make yourself comfortable."

Mayan smiled and waved him on. She rose and walked around the room. The sitting area was furnished with human style chairs and couches, and low Minbari tables. A counter with stools on each side separated the open kitchen from the dining area. An elaborate com system and two work tables occupied one corner. Candles and crystals of various sizes and colors were interspersed with wooden and metal sculptures, abstract and representational. The walls were hung with Minbari tapestries and human paintings. Rugs of both cultures served to differentiate the various functions of the room. A small shrine on one wall was flanked by shelves holding books with Minbari and English titles. She was examining these when she heard the bedroom door open.

"I am sorry to keep you waiting," Delenn said, walking toward her, hands outstretched. Sheridan was at her side, his arm across her back, ready to catch her if she should stumble. The two women touched hands briefly.

"This is a very pleasing room," Mayan said. She smiled and faced John. "I see Delenn hasn't lost her touch. She was always decorating our room in school. Half the time, I could never find anything, but the result was always beautiful."

Sheridan grinned. "She's still doing it. I have to post a guard to keep her out of my office when I'm away."

"If you two are through discussing me," Delenn said dryly, "dinner is ready."

Sheridan escorted both women to the round table. He helped his wife settle into her seat. Mayan was about to sit when she remembered that it is considered polite for human males to assist females in seating. Yes, John pulled out her chair.

The meal consisted of several human style dishes - various salads and grains. And, to her surprise, a large dish of flarn. She was about to help herself, when Delenn told her "John made the flarn." Mayan hesitated, serving spoon in hand. Which did not go unnoticed by Sheridan.

He looked from Delenn to Mayan, and back to his wife. "Delenn, you didn't!" Mayan did not know if his distress was genuine or feigned.

His wife laughed. She patted his arm and turned to her friend. "It's quite safe, Mayan. John has learned to properly prepare flarn."

Mayan looked dubious, but tasted a small piece anyway. "It is good," she said, surprised.

They ate and talked. John encouraged Mayan and Delenn to reminisce, interjecting an occasional comment. After Mayan told the tale of Delenn trying to tame a temshee with a broken wing, and the resultant chaos when it recovered, John told his cat story.

When they finished eating, Sheridan insisted on clearing the table, refusing all offers of help. He made three cups of tea. He handed one to Mayan and sat down beside Delenn on the couch. She sniffed at the cup he handed her and made a face. Mayan, tasting her own tea, looked puzzled. The tea was a fine Minbari blend.

Delenn took a sip of hers, grimaced and explained. "Doctor's orders. Why do those things that are supposed to be good for you always taste so bad?"

After a second cup of tea for Mayan and Sheridan, and another round of "do you remember," John said, turning to his wife, "Honey, it's after ten. Mayan's had a long day. I'm sure she's tired."

Delenn patted his knee and smiled fondly at her husband. "What he really means is it is time for me to sleep."

Mayan stood up. "He is right, Delenn. I am a little tired. I will say good night now." Despite her protests that she could find her way, Sheridan accompanied her to her quarters.

Mayan prepared for bed, thinking about the evening. She had not been so relaxed in a long time. The food was good and so was the company.

She thought of the last time she and Delenn and a male shared a meal - three years before the war with the humans. Her reputation as a poet was well established, and everyone knew that Delenn would join the Grey Council as soon as there was a vacancy, and Branmer, the new leader of the religious caste, was about to become Delenn's former lover.

Mayan was Delenn's attendant, as she had been at her friend's d'ar'sha'Na. Branmer chose to perform the rituals alone. Mercifully, the ceremonial meal was brief. When the candles were extinguished, the parting was complete. Delenn cried for weeks afterward. Mayan could not understand. It was Delenn who insisted on the parting. Branmer pleaded with her to reconsider, but Delenn was adamant, even though she obviously still loved Branmer.

Mayan still did not understand.

"Well, I am waiting."

Mayan gave Delenn a wide-eyed innocent look. "Waiting for what? All right," Mayan said, responding to the look on her friend's face. "I admit that he seems well-suited to you. But you cannot expect me to have an informed opinion after only one meeting."

The two women were in the Sheridan apartment, relaxing after a late breakfast. Delenn sprawled on the couch with her feet on a low table. Yet, Mayan noted, she still retained that air of competence and dignity she had even as a child. Suddenly she grinned, revealing the mischievous child that was also Delenn.

"What's so funny?" Mayan, sitting in the facing armchair asked.

"I was just thinking, " Delenn said, "This conversation is so like the ones we had in school, only this time I am the one who wants you to tell me how wonderful my beloved is, instead of the other way round. But you are not playing fair!"

"You're right," Mayan admitted. "I guess I am not used to the reversal of roles. But if you insist. Let's see. He is pleasant to look at in a human fashion. He is well-spoken - except in Adronato. He seems intelligent. Is that enough?" Delenn pouted. Mayan laughed and continued. "He is a proven warrior and a seasoned diplomat. And he has a sense of humor. Satisfied?"

"No, but it will have to do, " Delenn said smiling.

Mayan studied her expression. "In Valen's name, Delenn, was I as bad as that?"

"Worse, but friends have to put up with those sort of things." Delenn shifted so she could look into Mayan's face. "Now, my friend. How is it with you? How long has this dry spell lasted.?"

"What makes you think I am having a dry spell?"

"I am not blind, Mayan. When I was in your quarters yesterday, I did not see your writing tools in their accustomed place."

"I had just arrived. I was still unpacking."

"You always unpack your writing case first, before you do anything else. And your pockets are empty of pen and notebook. I know the signs. Now, how long has it been?"

Mayan sighed. She could never fool Delenn. "Three months now. And very little before that. I do not know what is wrong. Perhaps seeing you again will help. Or perhaps I have written everything I was destined to write. Who knows?"

"That is nonsense," Delenn said fiercely. "You know that you do not believe that. You will write again! Now, if I can extricate myself from this couch, I will show you the nursery. It is time we started the preparations."

As Mayan helped her stand, she asked "Where will the birth take place?"

Delenn grunted as she got to her feet. "Medlab. John insists. He wants to make sure help is at hand in case of emergency. I have told him of our custom of giving birth at home, but he worries so, I do not have the heart to fight him."

Delenn led the way through a door on the same wall as the bedroom. The nursery was small, but well proportioned. Minbari and Earth scenes hung on pale yellow walls. The carpet underfoot was a soft moss green, with a border that echoed the walls. One corner held an old wooden rocker flanked by a tall lamp and a low triangular table. There was an elaborately carved bureau that doubled as a changing table against the far wall, and something that looked like an open mesh cage filled with multi-colored fabric representations of all kinds of animals. What looked like an arched window, but was in reality a lightbox, illuminated the head of a Minbari infant bed set in the frame of a human crib.

Delenn, following Mayan's gaze, said "The crib was used first by John and then by his sister and her children. Elizabeth sent it to us last month. We modified it so our son will become accustomed to Minbari beds." She smiled and added, "John says it will be easier for David that way."

"I noticed your bed is flat," Mayan said with a wicked grin.

"Yes," Delenn said demurely.

"But isn't it uncomfortable?"

"I manage."

"I can see that." Both women laughed.

Mayan walked around the nursery as though measuring the space, especially around the crib. She stopped to examine the red fruit growing in a small crystal container at the foot and the three glass shelves in the lightbox above the head of the bed. Thoughtfully, she fingered the rainbow colored crystal shapes on the two shelves and nodded. She picked up the crystal on the bottom shelf to inspect it. She had never seen anything like it. She held it out to Delenn.

"John had it made. It represents an earth game of which he is particularly fond, called baseball. He has tried to explain it to me." Delenn pointed to the crystal. "That round object in the center is called a baseball. It is imbedded in the ‘pocket' of a baseball glove, and the rounded stick across the top is, I believe, called a bat. You will have to ask John if you wish to learn their significance. He seems to think it is important that our son learn the game." She shrugged.

Mayan replaced the strange crystal and walked back to the center of the room. "I don't see any problems about the rituals. There is enough room. I will need to purchase some items, though."

"Make of list of what you need, and give it to Lennier. He will see to it."

"Um, Delenn," Mayan hesitated briefly. "I would prefer not to work with Lennier."

"I do not understand why you and Lennier are not friends," Delenn complained. "It would make my life easier if you two got along."

Mayan sighed. "Delenn," she said gently, "Lennier is jealous of my friendship with you. He resents the time you spend with me."

"Nonsense. If Lennier were jealous of anyone, it would be John. And he and John are friends."

"Delenn, Lennier knows you love John and that will not change. But Lennier believes that he is closest to the part of you that is still Minbari. In his heart, I am a threat to that closeness."

Delenn looked uncertain. "But that is foolish. You are both my friends. I will have to speak to him."

"Please, Delenn, don't. It will only make him uncomfortable. We have an unspoken agreement to avoid each other while I am here. It is better that way."

"Perhaps you are right. Never mind. Leave the list with me. I will arrange to obtain what you need. Now, if there is nothing else?"

Mayan walked over to the far corner of the nursery. She pointed to the colorful mesh cage and its cargo of stuffed animals. "What is this...this...thing?! And why is it full of fabric animals.?"

"It is called a playpen," Delenn told her. "Humans place their small children inside so they do not wander around. I agree, it is ridiculous. How can a child learn if he cannot explore? But it was a gift from John's mother, so we must keep it. It is a good place to store toys. Humans have a ceremony in which the mother is presented with gifts for the child, such as those animals."

Mayan was incredulous. "They give gifts before the birth? How strange!"

Delenn nodded agreement and led the way back to the main room. "I have a Medlab appointment in a little while. Will you come with me? John will be happier if he knows I am not alone. He means well, but he thinks I will break or fall apart if I am left by myself during this time."

Mayan laughed. "I thought you told me he knows you better than anyone. Doesn't he know your strength? This station will break before you do."

"Impending fatherhood has made him forgetful."

Mayan was fascinated by the doctor's examination of Delenn. Evidently, hair was not the only major change. Back in the Sheridan apartment, she asked Delenn about her mostly human body. Delenn explained the major differences: fuller breasts and hips, and hair on the pubic mound. And, of course, the bleeding. Did Mayan know about that? When she shook her head, Delenn tried to explain, but finally told her to look it up or ask one of the doctors.

"One of the best things about pregnancy, " Delenn explained, "is that there is no bleeding until after the baby is born. If not for the general discomfort and inconvenience, I think I would arrange to be pregnant all the time, just to avoid the bleeding."

"Somehow, I do not think your mate would approve of that solution."

"Probably not," Delenn agreed. "But it would be fun to try."

Mayan laughed. "I wouldn't know. I've never had a human lover. Speaking of which, there is something I have wanted to ask you for a long time. What is it like to make love to a human?"

Delenn smiled. "I wondered when you would ask." She thought a moment. "It is the same, but different."

"Typical Delenn answer!"

"I will try to explain. The basic equipment is the same, and the techniques are the same. But the places are different."

"Delenn, that is not an explanation."

"I will try again." Delenn thought again. "Humans are sensitive in different places from Minbari, and males and females also vary in sensitivity." She paused. "Mayan, you know very well I am not good at this sort of conversation. And I do not have an extensive data base for comparison."

Mayan laughed. "No, you don't." She leaned forward to take Delenn's hands. "But you are happy and content now, which is all that is important." Mayan released her hands and rose from the chair. "The doctor said you should take a nap. I will return in a few hours."

"You are getting as bad as John," Delenn complained.

"That is because we both love you. Now go to bed."

"Very well. But you don't have to leave, Mayan. Stay here. Browse through those books you have been eyeing, or watch a vid or access the computer. I can only sleep for a little while anyway, before my son awakens me."

Mayan helped her into the huge bed and adjusted the pillows that angled Delenn's body to the proper Minbari position. She waited until Delenn fell asleep before she softly closed the door and returned to the main room. She poured a glass of juice and settled onto the couch with a book of human poetry. Perhaps, it would inspire her.

Many of the poems spoke of love. Mayan smiled. The book was well-thumbed, with comments written in two different hands and two different languages. She recognized Delenn's distinctive style, even in English. Sheridan's writing was large and bold. She could readily pick out their favorite verses.

She grinned when she came across one of Shakespeare's sonnets: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more temperate...." John had annotated "temperate" with one word - HAH!. He obviously knew about Delenn's famous temper.

Mayan learned early in their friendship to stay out of the way on the rare occasions when Delenn lost her temper. Even the old swordmaster of the Fire Wings, whose tongue was as sharp as his blades, could not match Delenn in full fury. Mayan had always thought that part of Delenn's anger at those times was directed at herself for losing control.

Twice, Mayan had felt the force of that anger.

The first time they were still in school. Mayan could never remember what had started the fight, why Delenn was so furious. By turns scornful and derisive, she berated her until Mayan ran off in tears. Later, a shamefaced Delenn apologized, but Mayan was still hurting. That night, when Mayan started crying again, Delenn got into bed with her and held her, stroking her back and begging forgiveness until the tears finally stopped. They stayed the whole night together in the too small bed, finally falling asleep before dawn, exhausted and talked out.

Mayan did not want to think about the second time she faced Delenn's wrath. Their friendship barely survived. It was a few months after Delenn's parting from Branmer. That was part of the problem. Perhaps, at another time Delenn would not have been so angry, or at least tried to understand Mayan's point of view? But most likely not. No matter when it happened, she would still have been furious that Mayan had fallen in love with Delenn's worst enemy and greatest rival.

Delenn had complained often enough of the warrior male who disagreed with all her policies and tried to thwart her at every turn. He was the warrior caste liaison between the Council of Caste Elders and the Grey Council. As Dukhat's chief aide, and a growing power in her own right, Delenn was forced to deal with Neroon almost daily.

Mayan recalled her first meeting with Neroon. Although she chose to follow the religious caste, she was still close to her father, who was now a member of the Council of Elders. She had been visiting when Neroon burst into his office demanding to know what he was going to do about the latest problem before the Council. Her father introduced her, Neroon nodded curtly, continued his tirade, and stormed out. When Mayan left, a little while later, Neroon was waiting. He apologized for his rudeness. Could he buy her dinner as recompense? She could find no reason to decline. Within a week, they were lovers.

That was when the trouble with Delenn started. The two women did not see much of each other during that time. Mayan was usually touring, and Delenn was busy with her duties. But they spoke frequently by com. Mayan did not talk about her new lover, but neither did she try to keep him a secret.

Delenn had the codes to Mayan's house in the capital, for use on those rare occasions when Delenn took leave. It was spring, Mayan remembered, one of those perfect days when wind and sun and sky were at their best. Neroon had returned after a long absence. They had made love earlier and were debating whether to go out or back to bed. They were laughing when Delenn walked in.

"You should change the door code," she said, her voice like ice, and walked out.

Mayan started to go after her, but Neroon blocked her way.

"Let her go. She will get over it," he said, his disdain for Delenn evident in every syllable. "And if not, it is not your problem."

Mayan never knew how she lived through the next few weeks. Delenn refused to return her calls. Neroon, citing Council business, left for the Senna Outpost. Because she could think of nothing else to do, Mayan sought out Delenn's father. He refused to intervene, but did agree to tell Mayan when his daughter visited. It would have to do.

Two months later, word came to Mayan. Delenn would attend the naming ceremony for her cousin's child.

Delenn was sitting in the small meditation chamber adjacent to the main temple hall when Mayan walked in. She closed the door for privacy and stood watching her friend for a few moments. Delenn looked tired, older, thinner.

Mayan was about to go to her, when Delenn said, still staring at the patterned floor, "We have nothing to say to each other Mayan. Please, go away."

Mayan walked over to the stone bench to stand in front of Delenn. "We have known each other too long and too well to end like this. If you will not speak, you will listen. You know I would never do anything to hurt you, but I must follow my heart. I do not expect you to approve. I only ask you to understand. I am sorry I did not tell you myself."

When there was no response, Mayan pleaded, "Delenn, please, try to understand. My coupling with Neroon has nothing to do with our friendship. That will never change for my part."

"Nothing to do with our friendship?", Delenn mocked. "I cannot believe you are that naive. Neroon is using you to get at me!"
"You cannot believe that!" Mayan was horrified. "He has always fought you openly. Delenn, you do not know him as I do. He has an honorable soul."

"What would you know of a man's soul?" Delenn was scornful. "You care only if his body is strong and his face pleasing." She stood up. "I do not care to discuss this
further."

Mayan watched helplessly as Delenn walked out of the chamber.

The estrangement lasted until the war with the humans. Twice, Neroon left, only to return to her. Once, she left him. When the war started, Neroon and Mayan quarreled viciously because the warrior's daughter opposed the war. Mayan chose to perform the parting ritual unattended.

Then Delenn's father died. Mayan hesitated to go to the funeral. But he had always been kind to her, and made her welcome. She found Delenn in the clan temple, keeping watch the night before the burial rites. She was alone, standing before the altar, crying bitterly. Without a word, Mayan put her arms around her and held her close.

"Oh, Mayan, I have missed you," Delenn gasped out between sobs. "I am so sorry."

"Hush, Delenn, I am here now." The two women held on to each other until dawn, when the clan elders came to start the ritual.

Mayan heard Delenn stirring in the bedroom. She went in to check on her. Yes, Delenn was awake. Mayan sat at the foot of the bed and regarded Delenn without saying anything for a while.

Just as Delenn started to ask what was wrong, Mayan said, "What was the real reason you parted from Branmer? You told me you did not want to live apart from your mate, as you would have to when you joined the Grey Council. But you could have lived on Minbar when the Council was not in session, or he could have joined you on the Council ship. I want the truth, Delenn. You owe me that."

"I knew I had to part from him, Mayan. I felt it in my soul. But I did not know why."

"No more games, Delenn. Please."

"I am not playing games. I loved Branmer, you know that. Parting from him tore my heart." She paused. "I am not like you, Mayan. My heart is not easily engaged. I was content with my life, serving Dukhat, preparing myself to serve our people. When Dukhat asked me to assist the new leader of the religious caste, I did not think Branmer would even remember me. You were touring then."

Delenn stared at a point above her friend's head. Mayan waited for her to continue. The silence thickened around them. Finally, Delenn shook her head as if to clear it. Her smile was wistful as she told Mayan of those months working with Branmer, growing closer daily, until at last the work was finished.

"I did not want to leave, Mayan, but what could I do, what could I say to him? A week after I returned to Dukhat, Branmer came to address the Grey Council. Afterward, he sought me out. He told me he loved me, and that he thought I returned his love, and it was time to do something about that. I had just enough wits left to agree.

"The rest you know. The two years we spent together were happy ones. I loved him very much. But even then, the feeling grew in me that we were not meant to be together, that there was something ‘out there' waiting for me if only I had the strength to seek it out."

Delenn shifted on the bed so she was facing Mayan. "I came late to the d'ar'sha'Na. Later even than is common among the women of our caste. I knew what to do, of course." She grinned, "And you had told me often enough what it would be like." She was serious again. "But I was not prepared for the feelings afterward.

"I haven't thought about this in years." She tugged at a lock of hair on her shoulder. "You and I, Mayan, have always been close, our hearts and minds together. It was the same with me and Dukhat, and later Sinclair. And, of course, John. When I worked with Branmer, our hearts and mind drew close.

"When we became lovers, when our bodies were joined, we became part of each other in a way I did not believe possible. I craved that closeness. It was an addiction. I could not bear to be apart from him. I wanted only to touch him, caress him, and feel his touch, his caress."

She paused, as a shadow of the old pain flickered across her eyes. "And yet, as much as I craved him, as much as I loved him, yet I knew I had to leave him. Do you wonder that I was not myself after the parting?"

She held Mayan's eyes with her own. "This is very difficult for me to tell you. That day, when I walked into your house and saw you with Neroon, I was so angry. But not because you were with Neroon. I would have been angry at seeing you with any man. I was angry because you had what I no longer had, what I had relinquished for the sake of a future that might never happen. For the first time, I doubted Valen's prophecies. I cursed myself for a fool for even daring to believe the prophecies referred to me."

Mayan rose to sit beside Delenn. Putting her arms around her friend, Mayan said softly "But you were right, the prophecies did apply to you. And you found a greater love."

"Yes. Yes, I did. Her eyes were shining.

Mayan was about to say something when Delenn belched. Startled, Mayan nearly fell off the bed. Delenn put a hand over her mouth and said "excuse me." And belched again.

Eying her warily, Mayan stood up. "Are you all right, Delenn? Do you need anything?"

Delenn laughed at the expression on Mayan's face. "The only thing I need is for this baby to be born!" Holding out her hand for help, Delenn rose from the bed. She picked up a brush from the small dressing table and started to detangle her hair.

"May I do that?" Mayan asked. Delenn smiled and handed her the brush. Tentatively at first and then with more confidence when Delenn didn't complain, Mayan brushed the dark curls until they shone.

"Mmmm," Delenn sighed. "That feels good. Sometimes when I am tired, John brushes my hair at night." She smiled at Mayan in the mirror. "You are as good as he is." She smiled again. "Almost!" Mayan grinned.

"Careful," Delenn squeaked, "the crest is still sensitive!"

"Sorry!" Mayan looked abashed, and Delenn laughed.

"John found out the same way," Delenn told her. "Before we were lovers. We were sitting together in his office, after a meeting, relaxing. We had not yet progressed further than a few kisses. I was tired and rested my head on his shoulder. John was idly stroking my hair. I jumped. I don't know who was more embarrassed, John when he found out what he had done, or I when I had to tell him.

"Now," said Delenn, "I am hungry. Let us, as John says, "raid the fridge! I believe there are some leftovers from last night's dinner."

They sat at the counter, gossiping about old friends. In unspoken agreement, they avoided any topic that would revive strong emotions. While Mayan cleaned up, threatening Delenn if she tried to help, they discussed the preparations for the birth rituals.

Mayan frowned. "Delenn, I will need the assistance of at least two females for part of the rites. Is there anyone you would like me to ask?"

"There are Minbari women on the station, Rangers and civilians. I have no preference among them."

"And what of non Minbari women." Mayan asked?

"You know me too well, my friend," Delenn answered. "Yes, there are two humans I would like to assist you. But neither is on Babylon Five at the moment, so you may choose whom you wish."

"Perhaps, if they return in time, or you could send word?" Delenn shook her head. "Well, at least give me their names," Mayan said, "just in case."

"Very well. Captain Susan Ivanova and Lyta Alexander. But," she added sternly, "they are both very busy so do not even think of trying to call them."

"If you insist. Now, I should go and purchase what I still need. Anla'shok Kendrick has offered to escort me through the various markets."

"Then I won't keep you any longer." Delenn walked Mayan to the door. "John has late meetings tonight. If you are not too tired, come keep me company."

It was after ten when Mayan rang the bell of the Sheridan apartment. Delenn rose from one of the work tables to greet her.

"Mayan, I am glad you came. If I read one more report tonight, I shall scream! Come, sit down and tell me how you have been undermining the discipline of one of my Rangers."

Mayan laughed. "I think it is the other way round. He is very dangerous, that one!"

While Delenn tidied her work area, Mayan made tea and told her about the shopping expedition with Kendrick. The Ranger took her to small shops in markets Down Below for delicate, hand-blown crystal cups and intricately wrought silver candle holders. He showed her where to find the sweetest smelling candles and the freshest fruit. They were exploring the Zocalo when he suggested they eat in one of the small cafes. The earth-style food, totally unfamiliar to her, was nevertheless delicious. Especially the final course.

"Small hollow tubes of fried dough with a creamy white filling studded with what I think were dried bits of some sort of fruit," Mayan explained. "Delenn, you are going to have to send me a steady supply of those tubes when I return home!"

Delenn smiled. "It seems you enjoyed yourself this evening."

They were sitting in what had already become their accustomed places - Delenn on the couch and Mayan in the armchair opposite. The low table between held the remnants of their tea.

"I was going to ask John to show you around the station, but apparently you have found a congenial guide."

"Apparently," Mayan said. "I can't remember when I've spent a more enjoyable care-free evening. Not since before...." Her voice trailed off as an old pain filled her eyes.

Delenn said gently, "If it will ease your heart to talk about him, I will listen." When there was no response, she continued softly, "I was wrong about him. I deeply regret I did not know this sooner." Still no response. Finally, with a touch of desperation in her voice, she said, "I did not know his worth until he tried to kill me."

Mayan looked at Delenn who nodded and said "It is true. It was when I became Entil'Zha of the Rangers. Neroon opposed me, as usual. The details are unimportant, but I realized afterward his motives were honorable. We were becoming friends at the end, I think."

Mayan said wistfully, "I would have liked that. He was very like you. Yes. He was. He had that same commitment to serve, although in different ways from you. He was heart sick when war broke out between the religious and warrior castes. That is why he agreed to your plan to end the fighting." Delenn looked at her sharply. "He told me," Mayan continued. "Before he rejoined his shai, he came to see me. I will always be thankful for those last, brief, few hours."

Delenn reached over to take Mayan's hands. For a little while they sat silently. Then, Mayan withdrew her hands.

"I am all right. Really. It doesn't hurt any more." She paused and Delenn just looked at her. "Well, it doesn't hurt as much as it used to," Mayan admitted.

"I never told you, but we were going to mate. We had completed most of the rituals, even the Shan Fal. Not that we had any doubts as to the location of each others pleasure centers! But Neroon wanted to do things properly. Just as you did. We planned to have the mating Na'fak'Cha when he returned. He told me he wouldn't object if I asked you to be my attendant."
"Oh Mayan! I am so sorry. If I had known, I would never have gone to him. I would have found another way."

"Do not blame yourself, Delenn. There was no way you could have known what would happen. He died a warrior's death, defending his people and protecting his leader. Do not look so surprised! Surely you knew that at the end, his allegiance was to you. I told you he had an honorable soul."

"Mayan, I have never regretted anything so much as those words to you," Delenn said. "I would give anything to unsay them."

"I forgave you long ago." Mayan smiled ruefully. "And anyway, until I met Neroon, you were right. He was the first and only man to touch my soul as well as my heart." She looked at Delenn thoughtfully. "It is that way with you and Sheridan."

"Yes. From the moment we met."

"I thought so."

The two women sat quietly for a little while, each thinking their own thoughts, remembering.

"When did you and Neroon become lovers again? I thought you performed the parting rites," Delenn asked.

"We did. After the war with the humans, we met every now and then, mostly by accident. We even made love occasionally, for old times sake we told each other. But the connection between us was always there, even though we refused to acknowledge it. About the time of your transformation, we finally came to our senses.

"I was still living in the capital then. I was giving a series of performances at our old school. After the last performance, Neroon sought me out. He said my tee'la had evoked old memories and prompted the new idea that neither of us would be happy without the other. And since we were in a temple anyway, why didn't we declare our intention to mate and start the rituals immediately. His appointment to the Grey Council delayed our mating. But we didn't worry. We thought we had all the time in the universe...." She stopped. Delenn said nothing.

Tears forming and voice breaking, Mayan said, "I told you once I had no regrets about my choices. I was wrong. I have one. All the time Neroon and I wasted, estranged from each other, when we knew we belonged together." She could not control the tears any longer.
Delenn got up and clumsily, because of her swollen belly, pulled Mayan close and held her while she cried. When Mayan finally stopped, Delenn released her. She poured another cup of tea for Mayan and watched while she drank.

"I'll be all right," Mayan said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Delenn offered more tea, but Mayan shook her head. Delenn continued to regard her until Mayan said "I told you I'll be all right. I meant it."

"I know you did," Delenn said.

They were silent again until the com signaled an incoming message. It was John. A complication had developed. He would be in meetings all night. With luck, he should be home in time for breakfast. After Delenn reassured him she would be fine, she signed off.

Turning to Mayan, Delenn said suddenly, "Mayan, why don't you spend the night here with me? We can pretend we're back in school."

"All right," Mayan answered. "But only if you promise not to eat in bed. You were always getting crumbs all over. It's a wonder you were never caught by the housemaster."

"Agreed," Delenn laughed. "You can borrow one of my night robes. The only one that fits me now is an old robe of John's."

Mayan was puzzled. "I didn't know humans wear robes to bed."

"They don't," Delenn explained. "It is called a bathrobe. Humans wear one over their nightclothes when they walk around before dressing properly. John has had this one for many years. The sleeves are much too long, and I keep tripping over the bottom, but it is the only one I can close around this belly. Why don't you prepare for bed while I clean up here. I will join you in a little while."

Mayan yawned and stretched. A three hour nap was not a substitute for a good night's sleep. They had stayed awake talking and reminiscing until after two. Mayan was not used to a flat bed, and the pile of pillows only made it slightly less uncomfortable. She finally fell asleep, only to be awakened by a whimpering sound. Disoriented, it took her a few moments to turn on the bedside light. Delenn was fighting against an invisible adversary, who appeared to be restraining her, judging by her movements. She was flushed, the hair on her forehead matted with moisture. Mayan shook her gently to wake her, but Delenn only struggled harder. She was breathing harshly now and digging her nails into her own palms. She called out a name in desperation - "John!" Suddenly, Delenn's eyes opened wide. She started to sit up and fell back on the bed. "John," she called again, only softly this time.

"Delenn, Delenn, wake up," Mayan urged her. "It's only a dream."

Delenn shook her head, as if to clear it. Her eyes focused. "Are you all right?" Mayan asked.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. I am sorry I woke you."

"You were so agitated," Mayan told her. "What were you dreaming?"

"I don't remember. Go back to sleep."

Mayan knew Delenn was lying. Whatever she had dreamed, disturbed her greatly. But now was not the time to press Delenn. Mayan turned off the light. She did not fall asleep again until she heard Delenn's steady breathing.

Mayan woke for good at seven, when Delenn, trying not to disturb her, kept banging into things in the dark. When Delenn reassured her she would be fine, Mayan dressed quickly. On her way out, she found Sheridan asleep on the couch.

It was time to start the preparations for the birth rituals. Mayan gathered what she needed. Just as she was about to leave her quarters, the door chimed. It was Sheridan, looking as though he hadn't gotten any sleep either.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you. May I come in?"

"Of course," Mayan responded. "Please, sit down." She indicated a chair in the sitting area and took a seat opposite. "I'm sorry you had to sleep on the couch last night. You should have awakened me," she said.

"That's OK. Lately, I've spent a lot of nights sleeping on that couch," Sheridan told her. "These last few weeks, Delenn's been very restless at night. The baby keeps waking her. If Delenn's asleep when I get home, I try not to disturb her." He smiled wryly. "Of course, she then accuses me of being selfish by sleeping when she cannot!"

"I am pleased you are here. I was just coming to see you. Part of the birth ceremony requires the participation of the father," Mayan explained.

"When do you want me to come?" he asked.

"The usual time is after the purification rites, but if that is inconvenient for you...."

"I'll make it convenient," Sheridan responded firmly. "Delenn wants to do this properly, and so do I. So just tell me when and where. Our son will have enough problems without his dad messing up his very first ritual." Sheridan grinned and Mayan laughed.

"Mayan," Sheridan was serious now. "Delenn had a nightmare last night, didn't she?"

"Yes, but how did you know?"

"I recognized the signs this morning. She's been having nightmares regularly now for the last three months. When I ask her about them, she says she doesn't remember and changes the subject."

"That is what she told me last night," Mayan said. "I did not think I should question her further at the time."

"Mayan," Sheridan said earnestly, "Delenn is greatly troubled about something. She won't tell me what is the matter. Perhaps she will tell you. Will you try to find out? If it is something she does not want me to know, for whatever reason, I can accept that, so long as I know she will be all right."

"Of course, I will try to help," Mayan told him. "But it is probably just worry over the baby. Pregnancy is not an easy time for females, human or minbari."

"Or for fathers." Sheridan's smile was rueful. "Delenn doesn't know I know, and since she doesn't want me to know, please don't tell her. But I'm aware of her fear that the mixture of minbari and human DNA will produce some sort of freak. That's nonsense, of course."

"Of course," Mayan agreed.

"Delenn has a mixture herself, and she's fine. Besides, the doctors have done every conceivable test and they assure us our son is perfectly normal."

"There, you see," Mayan said relieved. "That is probably the cause of her bad dreams. And she doesn't want to talk about them because she is embarrassed about her irrational fears."

"I wish it were as simple as that," John said. "I've learned enough Adronato so that when she talks in her sleep, I know there is something else wrong." He leaned forward. "Delenn is afraid of something. Something in her past she's done or hasn't done. She's not always easy to understand when she's screaming in her sleep."

"I will see what I can do." She stood up. "I was just going to prepare the nursery for the ceremony. Perhaps I can persuade Delenn to talk to me."

Sheridan walked to the door. Before leaving, he held out his hand to her.

"Thank you, Mayan. It just kills me to see Delenn suffering like that. I keep feeling there must be something I can do or say to help her, but I don't know what. All I can do is hold her until she falls asleep again. She won't let me do anything else."

Mayan shook the proffered hand. She watched, thoughtfully, as Sheridan walked away. The man was very worried. Was it just the reaction of an overanxious father-to-be, or did he have real cause for concern? She did not know him well enough to be sure.

Mayan found Delenn in the nursery, rearranging the pictures on the wall.

"Since you are in a decorating mood," Mayan said laughing, "you can help me prepare for the purification of the room."

Delenn, looking a bit sheepish, took a handful of candles from Mayan's basket and started to insert them into the newly purchased silver holders. Mayan placed fragrant bundles of flowers and herbs around the room and under the crib. As they worked, the women discussed the details of the upcoming ceremony.

"Have you and John chosen which clan members will be responsible for teaching your child the customs and rituals of the two clans?"

"You know that humans do not have clans the way we do, don't you?" When Mayan nodded, Delenn continued. "I explained to John that although our son will become a member of my clan, he will be expected to know about his father's side of the family also. John thinks his sister Elizabeth and her husband would be best suited for that role."

"Very well. And what about the choices from your clan?"

"I have decided that there is only one logical choice. Lennier." Delenn raised her hand to stop Mayan's response. "I know he is not a member of my clan, but in the distant past, Chudomo was a fane of my clan, so technically, the choice is permissible. And it would please me to have Lennier instruct my son."

Mayan sighed. "I cannot argue with that. Now, who is the female you have chosen?"

"Delenn smiled. "Do you really have to ask, Mayan?"

Mayan started to speak, stopped, looked at her friend, and finally said, "Oh no, Delenn. You're not serious. Are you? Besides, I'm only adopted into your clan."

"That does not matter. When you chose the religious caste, my clan gave you all the rights and privileges of membership. It is time you assumed some of the responsibilities." Delenn could not hold her stern expression. She smiled and said,"You know there is no one else I would choose. It will not be a burden, I promise."

Mayan sighed again. "I suppose I knew all along you would choose me. Thank you, my friend. It will be an honor to instruct your son." She bowed.

"Now, we must wait until the candles have burned out before we can continue," Mayan said on the way back into the main room. "Later, I will go to Medlab and prepare the birth area. Have you told Doctor Franklin to expect me?" At Delenn's nod, Mayan continued. "That is all that is necessary today. Tomorrow, we will hold the ceremonial meal for the father and mother.

"And now, since I will be a participant in a portion of the rites, as well as the facilitator, you are going to have to loan me the proper robe. I did not bring anything suitable."

Delenn hugged her and led her to the wardrobe in the bedroom. "Choose whatever you like. If there is nothing suitable, we will purchase a new robe for you."

"That won't be necessary. I'm sure I'll find something in here." Mayan, with Delenn's
help, finally chose a simple white robe trimmed in gold and red. Before she closed the wardrobe, Mayan pulled out a black garment, unlike any she had ever seen. Puzzled, she held it out to Delenn.

"It is a human garment, Mayan, called a little black dress."

Mayan held the dress against herself. "Well, it is little, and it is black, but a dress? What do you wear under it, or over it? And why is the lower portion ripped along a seam?"

"It is worn as is. There is no underdress or overdress." Delenn was amused at Mayan's expression. "And that split is deliberate, to show off the legs of the wearer." Mayan's eyes widened and Delenn laughed. "Really. Humans have differing ideas of what is proper. I would model it for you, but I do not have the shape for it at the moment."

"I cannot picture you in such a garment." Mayan shook her head. "Surely, your mate does not approve of you wearing it."

"John loves it. Wait, I will show you a still taken the last time I wore that dress."

Delenn rummaged in a drawer of the bureau until she found a small folder. Inside was a color photo of Sheridan and Delenn at what appeared to be a social function. Sheridan wore civilian dress that nevertheless looked ceremonial. He was smiling at Delenn in open admiration and adoration. Delenn was grinning, obviously pleased with herself. Mayan did not know what to make of it. The Delenn in the still was a stranger to her. She looked completely human. Mayan looked from the photo to Delenn and back again.

"It is still me, Mayan," Delenn told her. "But sometimes, I like to take advantage of my human side, and although it is very vain of me, it pleases me when human males look admiringly at me. And it pleases John."

Mayan returned the dress to the wardrobe. "Perhaps, that is not so surprising. You were always vain about the shape of your headbone, as I recall. Now, let us check the nursery. It is time for the next step."

Mayan carefully collected the burnt-out candles and wilting flowers, wrapping them in a cloth she took from her basket. Chanting a brief prayer, she placed the bundle in the waste disposal unit of the apartment. She returned to the nursery with two pure, white tapers atop two crystal holders, each one meter high. These she placed at each end of the foot of the crib. She lit the candles at the same time Delenn turned on the artificial daylight in the alcove above the head of the crib. The crystals on the shelves refracted the light, spilling a rainbow of colors onto the crib, which in turn, was reflected by the crystal candelabra, until the whole was bathed in soft jewel tones. Mayan called upon Valen to bless and guide the soul that was about to be born, the soul that the light of the Universe welcomed with glowing colors. She raised her arms to the light and ended her chant on a note of triumph and exaltation.

Dropping her arms, suddenly weary, Mayan turned to find Delenn standing nearby, tears streaming down her face and a joyful smile on her lips.

"Oh, Mayan," Delenn gasped. She paused to catch her breath. "Thank you for doing this for me. I shall remember this moment, always."

"I am honored to serve you," Mayan said formally, blinking back the tears in her own eyes. "Let the candles burn down until all the wax is gone before you turn off the light. And do not put anything into the crib until you place your son inside it. You know the prayer to say then?" Delenn nodded. "That is all for now," Mayan concluded. "I will go to Medlab in a little while. Right now, I could use a cup of tea."

"I will make it while you rest," Delenn said. "Come, sit down. You look weary!"

Mayan set her empty cup on the table between them. She looked at her friend for a moment and then casually said "You know, Delenn, Sheridan is not at all what I expected."

Delenn smiled. "Oh? And what did you expect?"

"He does not seem to fit the picture of ‘Starkiller' painted by the warrior caste. There is something gentle about him. Especially where you are concerned. Yet, the strength of will is there. Do you know, he reminds me a little of Dukhat!"

"Only in the beard," Delenn laughed. "But you are right. They do have some of the same qualities, at least in diplomatic skills. Dukhat would have appreciated the way John maneuvered the League worlds into granting the White Star Fleet permission to patrol their borders. I told you about that, didn't I?"

Mayan nodded. "I would like to get to know your mate. He is an interesting man. Even if he is not my type. And he loves you very much."

"Yes. And I love him. More than I ever thought possible. I am incomplete without him." Delenn paused to look thoughtfully at Mayan. "What is it, my friend? What do you really want to know?"

"Everything, of course!" Mayan laughed nervously. "But not today." Delenn continued to look at her until Mayan said "Oh, all right! I am curious about something. You said there was something missing in your love for Branmer. Did you find that missing piece?"

"Yes, at the moment I met John."

Delenn paused to collect her thoughts. She regarded Mayan as if determining how much to tell her. Her decision made, Delenn began.

"I met John at the first station Council meeting I attended after my transformation. Only Lennier and Doctor Franklin had seen me since I emerged from the Chrysalis. I entered the Council chamber robed and hooded in white and stood before the new commander of Babylon Five. I pushed back my hood and looked into the eyes of Sheridan Starkiller. And saw my own soul. I am not speaking figuratively, Mayan. I gazed into the eyes of our people's worst enemy and saw my soul! Fortunately, John was so astounded at my appearance, he did not notice my confusion.

"I did not understand. The prophecies said we would unite with the other half of our souls, but this seemed absurd. Who was this man? I determined to find out. And the more I learned about him, the more I wanted to learn. Our hearts and minds were joined long before we realized it. To this day, neither of us can say for certain when we fell in love. But I did not understand how I could see my soul in him until we joined our bodies for the first time." She laughed then.

"Is your mate so amusing in bed that even the memory makes you laugh?" Mayan asked.

"What? Oh, no. I was just thinking. I have had two d'ar'sha'Na. One in each body. But the temple masters would be scandalized by the circumstances of my second ‘first time'." Delenn paused to sip at her tea.

"Oh?"

"Yes," Delenn said. "There was no purification, no solemn prayers and rituals, no ceremonial chamber, the first time with John. Only the two of us. It wasn't even planned; it just happened." She grinned. "Actually, there was an amusing aspect. John didn't realize why the membrane was still intact. He was so afraid that he would hurt me or do something wrong, until I told him I was inexperienced only in this body.

"I knew what to expect this time, what feelings I would have. Or so I thought." She paused again, this time for thought. "I do not know if I can explain it to you. When our bodies joined, I felt as though a part of me that I didn't know was missing, was returned. That now I was whole. John told me later, that it was the same for him."

"You are very fortunate," Mayan said softly.

"Yes. I know."

"Then why are you having nightmares, Delenn? What is wrong?"

Delenn abruptly stood up. "Isn't it time for you to go to Medlab for the next part of the rites?"

Mayan started to say something, saw the look on Delenn's face, and just nodded. As she walked with Delenn to the door, Mayan said, "Don't forget the ceremony with Sheridan tomorrow. You will both have to be purified beforehand. You know what to do? Good. I will see you tomorrow then." She walked out without waiting for Delenn's response.

Mayan awoke early after another restless night. It was just as well. She had a lot of work ahead of her, preparing for the evening's ceremonial meal. She had brought the main ingredients from Minbar, not trusting the station markets, but she still had to purchase a few perishable spices and herbs. That, and the purification and blessing of the special utensils would occupy the whole morning.

Four hours later, Mayan rang the bell of the Sheridan apartment. When there was no response, she let herself in. Delenn thought it best, what with all the preparations and rituals, that Mayan have access to the apartment whenever necessary.

Mayan placed the food and utensils on the counter. Softly reciting the proper prayers, she worked quickly, yet methodically. An error now meant she would have to start over. But at least, thank Valen, the meal could be prepared in an afternoon, and not the more usual two or three days.

As she worked, Mayan thought about that evening's ceremony, the only one which involved the father of the child. Sheridan was eager to take part, to perform the rituals correctly. She wondered if his knowledge of Minbari tongues was sufficient. Probably not. She would conduct the rites in English, then, which meant she would have to give some thought as to the correct translations. English was such an imprecise language. But she would make the effort, as much for Sheridan's sake, as Delenn's.

Mayan recalled the other night, when Sheridan, over her protests, insisted on escorting her back to her quarters. She had expected an uncomfortable half hour or so with the tense, ill at ease man who greeted her when she arrived for dinner. Instead, she found herself chatting with an easy familiarity to the genial mate of her best friend. They had talked of Delenn, of course, but also, to her surprise, of other interests they had in common. She had told the truth to Delenn when she said she would like to know Sheridan better.

Preparations completed, Mayan set the main dish into the oven to bake slowly. The rest of the meal would be cooked just before serving. She left a note reminding Delenn not to open the oven and let herself out of the apartment. She still had much to do before she could return to her own quarters and prepare herself for the ceremony.

Mayan returned to the Sheridan apartment an hour before the rites were to begin. Delenn and Sheridan were running late. They still had to perform a ritual cleansing. Mayan told them to get on with it while she finished cooking and set the special table. As she worked, Mayan could hear splashing noises and muffled laughter. She should be somewhere else. She did not want to hear the sounds of lovers at play. For a moment, she felt a sharp stab of pain. Then, something that had been clenched and tight in her chest relaxed and the pain eased. She could not begrudge her friend the joy of a happy mating. Nonetheless, she was relieved when all she could hear was Delenn's voice raised in prayer.

When Sheridan and Delenn, robed in white, emerged from the bedroom, Mayan bowed and led them to a low, three-sided table. While they settled, cross-legged, onto the floor cushions, she lit the candles on the table and poured a dark red liquid into handleless crystal cups. She next placed in the middle of the table, a silver platter that held three shallow crystal bowls. Mayan chanted rythymically in the formal religious tongue as she consecrated the meal. She then picked up one of the crystal cups and indicated the others to do the same.

"This is the juice of the fruit eaten at the mating rebirth ceremony," she explained in English. "Here, it signifies the joining of your blood to create a new life. Taste of it and remember that the child was conceived in joy."

Delenn took a sip and closed her eyes as she savored the flavor. John, after a moment's hesitation, did the same. Mayan lifted one of the bowls. She showed them the crisp, yellow leaves inside and chanted another prayer. Handing them each a piece, she told them to chew it slowly.

"This cabbage like vegetable has a sharp, peppery flavor. It grows on mountainsides, in cool climates. This next bowl contains a spongy root that is found in low, moist places. It has a slightly bitter and salty taste." She bade them taste it, which they did.

The third bowl contained a round loaf. Mayan cut into it to reveal a creamy, white interior under the dark crust. She served a piece to John first and then to Delenn. After a brief blessing, she told them to eat it slowly, pausing between each bite to consider the different textures and flavors.

"The loaf you are eating tastes sweet, with a texture that is smooth on the tongue. It is unlike the other two dishes. Yet, it is made from the root and the leaf, combined with a few seasonings," Mayan told them. "It is to remind you that although the child was created from the joining of your bodies, the child is a new and unique creation, separate from you."

When they finished, Mayan told John and Delenn to stand facing each other.

"Delenn, place your left hand on your stomach and your right hand on your mate's heart. You, John, place your right hand over Delenn's on her stomach, and your left hand over her heart. Yes, like that. Good. You are two, soon to be three. But you are also one, joined in heart and blood. Never forget that."

Mayan chanted one final prayer in the ancient tongue and then bowed.

"The rest of the meal is more informal," she said when they were seated at the table once more. "I have prepared a variety of dishes I think you will enjoy. While we eat, we will celebrate the imminent arrival of the new life."

The following days were busy ones for Mayan. Although she was performing the birth rituals for Delenn, she did not see much of her during this time. Most of the prayers and ceremonies for this phase were performed in the small station temple without the presence of the mother. Mayan, upon the advice of Anla'Shok Kendrick, enlisted the aid of two Minbari female Rangers since Delenn's human friends were unavailable to complete the prayer cycle.

Four days after the ceremonial meal, Mayan went to the Sheridan apartment to start the preparations for the last stage before the birth. Getting no response to her ring, Mayan let herself in and went to the small wall shrine to Valen. She lit the two blue candles provided, and filled the silver filigree incense burner. As the spicy-sweet odor of cinnamon and cardamon fill the room, she asked for Valen's blessing and guidance for the successful performance of the rites. She chanted a few prayers and then stood in silent meditation for a minute. After chanting one final prayer, she made the sign of the triluminary and bowed.

Mayan removed three silver and crystal candle holders from the ornamental storage chest in the corner and fitted a thick, white candle, designed to burn for a full Minbari daily cycle, in each. Until the birth, these candles would be replaced daily. She walked to the nursery to position the candles. This was the last rite she had to perform before the birth. Mayan gave a small sigh of relief. This was the first time she had ever been in charge of a birthing ceremony. But so far, thank Valen, everything had been done correctly.

Mayan had just lit the third candle when she heard a faint whimper behind her, like the sound of a small animal in pain and distress. Startled, she turned toward the sound. The light of the candles revealed Delenn sitting in the rocker in the far corner, arms hugging her middle, her head bent low. Mayan saw that her friend's face was streaked with drying tears, her eyes red and raw.

"Delenn! Are you all right? Is it time? Shall I call the doctor? Can I do anything?"

"It is too late," Delenn said bleakly. "There is nothing anyone can do."

"I don't understand, Delenn. What is too late?" Mayan gasped at the look of complete despair on Delenn's face. "Please, Delenn, you are frightening me. In Valen's name, what is the matter?"

Delenn laughed harshly. "In a few days, a week at most, I shall be delivered of a son. What could possibly be the matter?" She laughed again and then began sobbing.

Grabbing her shoulders and shaking her, Mayan said "Stop it, Delenn. You are out of control."

As Delenn continued crying, Mayan knelt beside her. She put her arms around her and held her until the sobs quieted. Finally, Delenn nodded when Mayan asked her if she was all right now.

"I am sorry, Mayan. I did not mean for you to see me like this." She paused to catch her breath. "It is all these human hormones. They play havoc during pregnancy." She smiled faintly.

"That may be," Mayan responded. "But that is not why you were hysterical. Don't you think it is time you told me what it is you fear?" Mayan held her eyes, not allowing Delenn to look away.

Delenn sighed and at last said, "Yes. You are probably right." She sighed again. "I should not be having this baby. I should never have allowed myself to become pregnant."

"The doctors have assured you there is no problem. The baby is healthy and so are you," Mayan told her firmly.

"That is not the problem."

"Then, in Valen's name, what is the matter? I want the truth."

"Mayan, throughout my life I have held many titles: satai, ambassador, Entil'Zha, head of the Interstellar Alliance Advisory Council. I can govern a people, negotiate a treaty, command a warship in battle. I have been trained in many skills. All but the one I most need now. And that lack terrifies me." She stopped abruptly.

"Delenn," Mayan asked, trying to conceal her exasperation, "Are you deliberately trying to be obscure?"

"You wanted the truth. I am trying to explain." Delenn rose from the rocker and walked over to the crib. "In a little while, my son and my husband will discover I am unfit to be a mother. How can it be otherwise? I have no training. I do not even have my own mother to use as a model." She began pacing. "I cannot bear the thought of John's pity when he finds out."

"Delenn, come with me," Mayan said firmly, taking her hand and leading the way out of the nursery. "Now sit on the couch and we will discuss this sensibly."

"There is nothing to discuss," Delenn said. Nevertheless, she sat as Mayan took the chair opposite.

"Why have you not told your mate about these fears?" Mayan asked.

"I told you why," Delenn snapped. "Mayan, this conversation is futile."

"Delenn, calm down and listen to me. We both grew up motherless. After my mother's death, my father never mated again. But he could call on the women of his family for aid, if necessary. As could your father. Surely, there are both Minbari and human females you can turn to. You told me Sheridan's sister has children. Can you not ask her for assistance?" Delenn shook her head. "Why not?" Mayan asked. "There is no shame involved in seeking assistance."

Delenn just shook her head stubbornly. Mayan knew that look. "Very well, Delenn. But what about your son's father? Will he not play a role?"

"Of course, but that does not lessen my responsibility. Mayan, it is no use."

"Delenn, did you want the child?" Mayan asked. "Was the decision to conceive made by both of you?"

Delenn nodded.

"Then, in Valen's name, why do you insist on bearing all the responsibility for raising the child? Don't look at me like that, Delenn. You know very well that is what you are doing by refusing to share your fears with your mate. Have you considered that he too is fearful? That, perhaps, he is afraid you will think badly of him if he confides his doubts and confusion? You haven't, have you? As usual, you have taken onto yourself total responsibility and total blame without allowing anyone to help you. For your sake, and for Sheridan's sake, this must stop. Talk to him!"

Delenn started crying again, this time softly. "How can I tell him? He will be so disappointed in me!"

"Delenn, you are underestimating him. He will be relieved that there is nothing seriously wrong with you. You have said yourself he worries about you. Don't you see what you are doing to him by shutting him out?" Mayan paused.

Delenn said nothing.

"Delenn," Mayan continued, "I can't even pretend to know what is happening to you; what carrying a child, especially a partially human child, is doing to you physically. But I see what you are doing to yourself, and what you are doing to your mate. You will only disappoint him if you do not let him help you."

Delenn wiped her eyes and smiled faintly. "I do not remember, Mayan, that you were this wise in school." She stood up. "Thank you, my friend. I think I should talk to John right away, before I lose my nerve. Perhaps you should say a few extra prayers on my behalf."

"I do not think you need them now, but I will say them anyway," Mayan said as she walked to the door. "I will see you tomorrow, Delenn. This is the first free time I have had in over four days. And a certain Ranger has promised to show me around the station."

She placed her hand over Delenn's heart in the Minbari fashion. "Do not be afraid, my friend. You are surrounded by those who love you."

Mayan awakened the next morning when the com sounded. It was Delenn. Would Mayan like to meet for a late lunch in the Zocalo? Mayan agreed and went back to sleep.

She was late for her lunch with Delenn. When Mayan got to the restaurant in the Zocalo, Delenn was already seated at a table. Unobserved, Mayan watched her for a few moments. She was amused to see Delenn apparently holding court, surrounded by human females. Delenn smiled and said a few words to each, but Mayan recognized the smile as the one Delenn perfected in school for use when she was bored but had to be polite. Just then Delenn saw Mayan. Turning to the women around her, Delenn murmured something and bowed. The women nodded and walked away.

"You did that very well," Mayan said, laughing as she sat at the table. "Who were those women and why were they boring you?"

"I did not offend them, did I?" Delenn worried.

"No. Only someone who knows you very well would even suspect your complete indifference to their company."

"Oh," Delenn said, relieved. "I have discovered that humans, especially human females, expect the wife of the President of the Interstellar Alliance to behave in public in a certain manner." She shrugged.

Mayan laughed again. "You look much better today. Calmer and more rested. Somehow, I do not think it is the effect of those women."

"No," Delenn said a trifle embarrassed. "I had a good night with John."

"That always helps," Mayan said dryly. "But did you talk to him?"

"Delenn blushed. "Yes. We talked." She paused as the waiter came to take their order. "I will tell you after we eat. I am very hungry."

"Exercising at night will do that to you."

"Mayan, stop that!" Delenn blushed even deeper.

"Mayan laughed. "While we are waiting for our food, I'll tell you about my adventures last night, although they were apparently not as strenuous as yours. All right! I'll stop teasing! Put down that bread! Jason. Yes, Jason. Don't widen your eyes like that! Jason decided to show me some of the sights that, as he put it, ‘are not normally seen by your average, law abiding tourist.' We went to some very colorful bars and gaming establishments. And not all of them were Down Below. Delenn, did you know that the senior attache at one of the Alliance embassies has a half-interest in the ‘hostesses' that work at those places?"

"Yes. Such knowledge is useful when John or I need to obtain information and do not wish to use regular embassy channels. But Kendrick should not have taken you there. He should have postponed the meeting with his informant. I will have to speak to him."

"Please, Delenn, don't. It was my fault. I insisted. I didn't realize he was working."

"Very well. I will overlook it this time. But if he ever takes advantage of you again, I will be very angry."

"Take advantage? What do you mean?"

"I sometimes forget that you are still naive about certain things." Delenn did not conceal the amusement in her tone. "By now, everyone on Babylon Five knows you are my friend. And that I would not allow my people to do anything that could pose a danger to you. Kendrick took advantage of that to camouflage his activities."

"Oh," Mayan said sheepishly. "And I thought he was just indulging me because we are friends." She was growing visibly upset.

"Rangers are trained to take advantage of every opportunity, Mayan," Delenn told her. "Do not be too hard on him. If he did not enjoy your company, he would find ways to avoid you while you are here."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. He stayed with you all evening, did he not? Here comes our lunch." Delenn paused as the waiter served them. She smiled her thanks and turned back to Mayan. "I hope you are not growing too fond of Kendrick. He has a reputation among the female Rangers, the minbari as well as the humans."

Mayan laughed. "You are forgetting again. He sounds just the sort of challenge I enjoy!"

Delenn had no response to that. They concentrated on eating for a while. Finally, Delenn pushed back her plate and said, "That is much better. I do not understand why I am so hungry today."

Mayan grinned, and Delenn made a point of ignoring it.

"Mayan," Delenn said, "John and I had a long talk last night. I was reluctant at first, but I finally admitted my total lack of preparedness for motherhood. I was afraid he would be angry or ashamed of me. But he did not react that way at all! If I didn't know better, I would say he was relieved. But that is nonsense, of course."

"Of course," Mayan agreed, hiding her smile behind her napkin.

"John told me that every woman believes she will be an unfit mother during a first pregnancy; that his sister drove everyone crazy with her doubts. Naturally, I did not believe him. But it was kind of him to try to reassure me. Afterward, John spoke of his own fears about becoming a father. You were right about that, Mayan. I would not have believed it. I had to spend most of the evening reassuring him, but he felt much better when we went to bed."

Delenn was blushing again, but Mayan pretended not to notice. Her admiration for Sheridan increased. As long as Delenn believed someone needed her care, she would ignore her own worries. Delenn was speaking again. What did she say?

"Mayan, you are not paying attention. I asked you if wanted anything else. If not, we should go. I will walk with you to your quarters. I have to pass that way anyway."

When they reached her quarters, Mayan invited her in for a while, but Delenn had an appointment.

As she said goodbye, Mayan took her hand and said, "Do not worry so much about your lack of training for motherhood. You will be fine. You are still the most caring, nurturing, loving woman I have ever known."

"I am trying to believe you."

"It is true. I would not lie about something like this."

"John said the same thing to me last night. I found it hard to believe him too."

"If we both agree, it must be true." Mayan kissed her cheek.

"Thank you, Mayan," Delenn said and walked away.

The few days before the birth were nerve wracking ones. Mayan called or visited Delenn so many times a day to check on her that Delenn threatened to assign Kendrick to take Mayan on a long trip, somewhere, anywhere, just to keep her busy. She was joking, of course, and anyway, Kendrick was off station at the moment. Mayan made three extra offerings in temple for the well-being of mother and child. After the third offering, the temple attendants gently hinted that any more would be unseemly. Mayan checked and rechecked, and then checked again, to be sure she had everything prepared for the rites during the birth itself. Finally, even she had to admit there was nothing left to do but wait.

Delenn was wrong: David did not arrive early. In fact, he was now officially late. Mayan took the news much harder than Delenn, who was surprisingly calm about the delay. Sheridan barely left his wife's side. And Lennier, who until now had seemed invisible, Lennier fussed around Delenn like a hen with one chick. Mayan, amused by the unconscious rivalry between the two men to anticipate Delenn's every wish, almost forgot her own nervousness. A week past the due date, Delenn confided that the men in her life, including her son, were driving her crazy. She needed some time alone. Although she could do nothing about David, Delenn could insist Sheridan return to work. But that still left Lennier. She knew she was asking much, but would Mayan distract Lennier? At least for a few hours? Reluctantly, Mayan agreed.
Mayan knew she would have to meet with Lennier at some point. As clan teachers for Delenn's son, they would have to take part in a special ceremony in temple. Although the rites were usually held sometime after the birth, there was no prohibition to performing them beforehand. Now was as good a time as any.

Mayan, wearing the robe she had borrowed from Delenn, met Lennier, who was also robed in white, in the small station temple at the appointed time. They bowed to each other and then to the temple attendants who would act as witnesses. Mayan lit the candles on the altar as Lennier filled the small depression in the center of the stone with incense. They bowed to each other again and then faced the altar. Placing the left hand over the heart and the right one outstretched, palm out, toward the smoke of the incense, Mayan and Lennier pledged themselves to protect and instruct the child, and to see to his well-being. They called upon Valen to guide them in their task.

Then, hands still in position, Mayan and Lennier faced each other, palms almost touching. They pledged to put aside all personal considerations, to always act in the best interests of the child. Turning back to the altar, they formed the sign of the triluminary, bowed and offered a final prayer. Two of the attendants handed them small cups filled with a red juice. Mayan bowed to Lennier and drank. When she finished, Lennier followed suit. Then both doused the incense with the remnants of the juice, bowed to the attendants, and left the temple.

Mayan and Lennier had not spoken beyond the words of the ceremony. They were silent now as they parted, yet it was not an uncomfortable silence. As they bowed in formal leave taking and walked their separate ways, Mayan sensed a change. They were not friends, and might never be, but they were no longer enemies.

That night Delenn finally went into labor. At three in the morning, Mayan received a frantic call from Sheridan. She dressed quickly, remembering at the last minute to don the ceremonial overdress, and hurried to Medlab. Delenn was in the delivery room, on what looked like a Minbari bed with side rails. She was moaning in pain. Sheridan sat at her side, holding her hand and murmuring inanities.

Mayan placed the electric tapers in position; real candles were banned as a fire hazard. She started to chant a soft, rhythmic prayer to ease the passage of the child into the light. She would repeat this and similar prayers until the delivery. Normally, other women of the clan and caste would take turns chanting the prayers, especially during a long labor. Delenn was willing to forego this part of the rites, but Mayan insisted that everything be done correctly, no matter how long it took.

Delenn's labor lasted over two hours. After the first half hour, Mayan's chanting became automatic, enabling her to observe more closely. She had never attended a birth before. She was fascinated and appalled by what was happening.

Delenn was in great pain yet refused all offers of relief. Beads of moisture covered every exposed surface of her skin and dampened her gown, which seem to be wrong way round, the closure in the back and not in the front where it belonged. Every few minutes a stronger contraction caused Delenn to scream. Sheridan looked frazzled as he held her hands and tried to wipe her face simultaneously. Only the doctor seemed calm, telling Delenn she was doing fine, just keep it up.

When the baby's head appeared, Mayan started a song of exaltation and thanksgiving. She mouthed the words automatically. The baby was so bloody. Was anything wrong? The doctor seemed unconcerned, so perhaps it was normal. Yes. The doctor wiped the child and placed him on Delenn's chest, the birth cord still intact. Delenn's eyes softened as she gingerly stroked her son and spoke to him in Adronato. The doctor handed Sheridan an instrument to cut the cord. Sheridan hesitated until Delenn smiled and nodded. Hands only slightly shaking, he made a clean cut.

Mayan left quietly as Delenn handed her son to his father. It was time for them to be alone as a family. Mayan looked back once to see Sheridan, tears streaming down, look with joy and wonder and awe as he held his son in his large hands.

Sha'al Mayan sat in the observation lounge of the passenger liner, watching the traffic around Babylon Five. It would be at least an hour before the liner reached the head of the queue at the jump gate. Delenn offered the use of a White Star for her return home, but Mayan had declined. She was in no hurry. And traveling as a passenger on a warship would be dull without the company of Anla'shok Kendrick. His duties prevented him from escorting her home. He sent his regrets at her departure, but she was a little disappointed he could not find the time to say goodbye in person.

She reached into a pocket for her notepad when her hand encountered something stiff and slick. She had a moment's confusion before she realized what it was - a still of Delenn nursing her son while Mayan looked on, a little bemused. Just before she boarded, Sheridan had handed it to her, saying he thought she might like to have it. She took it out now. It must have been taken the afternoon following David's birth. Probably by one of the Medlab staff.

Mayan had returned to her quarters when she left the delivery room. Exhausted, she fell asleep before she could properly prepare for bed. Eight hours later she awoke refreshed and went to check on Delenn and the baby. Delenn was feeding her son when Mayan walked in. The baby that seemed so tiny in his father's hands looked much bigger as he suckled at his mother's breast. Delenn smiled when she saw her friend and told her to come sit by the bed.

"How are you feeling, Delenn?" Mayan asked as she sat down.

"Sore!" Delenn answered.

I am not surprised," Mayan said laughing. "He is bigger than I thought."

"Three and a half kilos," Delenn said proudly. "He is going to be tall and strong and beautiful, like his father."

"Beautiful I can't judge among humans, but he has certainly made a start on tall and strong." As his mother shifted him to the other breast, David opened his eyes wide. "But he has your eyes," Mayan added.

"Seriously Delenn, are you all right? You were in such pain last night. You've never screamed like that before, not even when you fell out of that tree and broke your arm in two places. You barely made a sound on the way to the infirmary."

"If you remember, Mayan, we didn't want to wake the housemaster," Delenn said. "Actually, the screams were an indulgence. John kept telling me to ‘let it all out,' as he put it. That I didn't have to prove how strong I was. He said screaming would make me feel better. Surprisingly, he was right. I think it has something to do with breathing and muscle reflexes."

Delenn stopped and shook her head. "Poor John. As the contractions got worse, I'm afraid I berated him for getting me into that condition in the first place. Yet he just kept telling me he loved me and I was doing fine. When I tried to apologize later, John said his father told him that it is best if husbands do not hear what their wives say during labor!"

"I did not think humans could be so sensible," Mayan said.

David finished his lunch, burped softly, and fell asleep. His mother shifted him to a more comfortable position in her arms and tucked his blanket more securely. Mayan smiled.

"What?" Delenn asked. "What are you smiling at?"

"You," Mayan said. "The way you seem so comfortable caring for your son."

Delenn grinned sheepishly. "Perhaps I did overreact a little."
"Just a little," Mayan agreed, deadpan.

"I really do not know very much about being a mother," Delenn said. "But I am learning. David is teaching me." She smiled fondly at her sleeping son. "We have been together for only half a day, and already I have learned that he cries one way when he is hungry and another way when he is wet."

"There, you see? I knew you would be a good mother."

"I think there is a bit more to learn," Delenn said dryly. David stirred. Delenn rocked him gently in her arms. He settled back to sleep.

"You'll manage," Mayan said softly.

Two days later, when Delenn brought her son home, Mayan purchased some prepared meals in the Zocalo and delivered them to the Sheridan apartment. She doubted the new parents had given any thought to their own welfare. She was right. Delenn was delighted with the gift of food. She admitted the larder was bare. No one had remembered to shop for groceries.

"I do not believe I have become so scatterbrained," Delenn said. "I wonder what else I forgot. Perhaps I should check. But first, come see David. Although as his mother, it is immodest for me to say so, he is a most intelligent baby."

Mayan hid her smile as she followed Delenn into the nursery. David was lying on his side, one tiny fist curled under his chin, sleeping peacefully. Delenn gently stroked the fine dark hair surrounding the soft cartilage of the nascent crest.

"He fell asleep just before you came. He has been restless this morning." She yawned. "When John comes home, I will take a nap," Delenn said and yawned again.

"Why don't you nap now?" Mayan asked her. "I will watch your son." Delenn looked dubious. "I will call you if he wakes up. Don't worry," Mayan reassured her.

"Are you sure? John will be home soon, I can wait until then."

"Delenn," Mayan said, "Stop worrying and go. I am quite capable of watching a sleeping baby."

"I didn't mean that, Mayan. I don't want to bother you."

"It is no bother, Delenn. And, as you said, it will only be a little while before your mate returns." Mayan pointed to the door of the nursery. "Go," she said firmly.

Delenn hesitated for a moment and then said, "Thank you. I am tired. But you will call me as soon as he awakens?"

"Yes," Mayan said patiently. "I'll call you. Go!"

Mayan stood watching the sleeping baby for a while. She reached into the crib, hesitated a moment, and then tentatively touched his hair. It felt silky, almost insubstantial. Not at all like Delenn's thick hair. The baby stirred and she quickly removed her hand. Was he going to wake up? No. He was sleeping soundly.

"Sleep, little one," she said softly. "Sleep, little David Neroon. You bear an honorable name. Do you know that? When you are older, I will tell you about him. He would be pleased, I think, that you carry his name. It is a sign that your mother valued him at the end, as he valued her. But it will be a long time before you can understand that.

"What kind of life will you have, I wonder. The first and only offspring of a human and minbari mating. There are those who will resent you for that reason. But you will also be loved. By your mother and father, who defied two worlds to join their hearts. I saw that love shine strong and bright when you were born. So bright, the feeble glow from my poor candles was completely obscured. That love will surround you and protect you as you grow to manhood.

"And I love you. Does that surprise you, little one? It surprises me. I love your mother, and I have come to respect and admire your father. But I gave no thought to you, except as Delenn's son, a part of her. But you are not a part of her. You are unique unto yourself. And you are the closest I will ever come to a child of my own."

Mayan continued to gaze at the sleeping baby. She realized that she was looking forward to teaching David the ways of his clan. She would also teach him tee'la, she resolved, and anything else she could think of and his parents would allow.

Very gently she touched his cheek with the back of her hand. "I will teach you as you grow, so that you will bring honor to your clan and your parents, and to yourself. But I do not worry about your honor. If you are only half what your parents are, you will be better than most, both human and minbari."

David awoke and made gurgling noises. Mayan debated waking Delenn and decided to let her sleep as long as the baby did not cry or seem uncomfortable. She lifted him into her arms, holding him the way she had seen his mother do. She rocked him gently and softly sang an old lullaby she remembered her mother singing. David seemed to like it. He gurgled again. Delenn was right. He really was a most intelligent baby! She laughed at herself. If she wasn't careful, she would become as besotted about this baby as his parents.

"Come on, little one," Mayan said. "Let's take a walk and explore your new home."

She carried him into the main room. Sheridan was just coming in. He smiled to see his son in Mayan's arms.

"Hello son," he said coming toward them. "I see you're getting to know your Aunt Mayan. Smart boy."

"Aunt?" Mayan echoed, puzzled. "But we are not blood relatives."

Sheridan smiled and explained. "Among my people, close friends of the family are called aunt or uncle by the children. It is a mark of respect and affection."

"Oh," Mayan said. "In that case, I am honored." She handed David to his father.
"Delenn is sleeping, and I told her I would stay with him until you came home. I will go now."

"Stay, please. We haven't had much chance to talk, especially since this little guy was born. And I never thanked you for getting Delenn to tell me what was wrong."

"I do not require thanks," Mayan said. "Delenn is my friend, and you are her mate. And I think you also are my friend now." Sheridan nodded. "I will always do whatever I can to help you."

"Thank you anyway. I'm glad you consider me a friend." David began to cry. "Uh oh," Sheridan said. "I think someone's hungry again. I'm afraid we'll have to wake Delenn. Right now, she's the only one who can feed him."

"There is no need to wake me," Delenn said coming out of the bedroom.

Mayan looked once more at the still and then tucked it securely into her notepad before replacing it in her pocket. The liner was almost at the jump gate. There was an announcement. Babylon Five Control requests that the liner delay its jump so that one final passenger can board by shuttle. The delay would only be a half hour at most. Mayan wondered who the VIP was and why he was late.

Mayan patted the pocket containing the notepad. The familiar bulge was comforting. It had been too long since she last carried it. But now, she was writing again. Nothing complete yet, only fragments, but at least it was a start. Strange, she could not recall exactly what inspired her to write again. Oh well, she would not worry about it. And it was not entirely true that she had not finished anything.

A week after David's birth, Mayan decided it was time to return home. The rites were finished, and Delenn was happy and content. In a few weeks, Delenn and Sheridan would bring David to Minbar for the naming ceremony. Mayan would have a lot to do beforehand. This being an ‘aunt' was more work than it seemed! But she would not forego it for anything.

Mayan sought out Delenn to tell her of her decision. Delenn, sitting in the rocker, was nursing David and singing an old minbari nonsense song. For a few moments Mayan watched unobserved. She recalled the Delenn she first knew, the passionate child who wept bitter tears for Valen's wife. Who grew into the proud satai whose very words could start and end wars; and then became the charismatic leader of a mighty fighting force. And always, the willing instrument of prophecy. The nursing woman rocking her suckling son was a stranger with no connection to that other Delenn. Mayan said as much as she walked over to the rocker.

Delenn regarded her. "Mayan, it has been my fortune, for good or ill, to be at the heart of the defining events of our time. Within my lifetime, the universe has changed. I have changed, and not only my physical appearance. And now I am grateful for the relative calm. Oh, I am still Entil'Zha of the Rangers. As their ranks and duties have grown with the creation of the Interstellar Alliance, so have my responsibilities. And if she is needed, the satai is still here," Delenn pointed to her chest. "Perhaps, in a few years, I will miss some of my old life. But for now, I am content to hold the universe in my arms." She smiled at her son.

"As long as you are truly happy," Mayan said.

"I am." Delenn rose and walked to the crib. She tucked the sleeping baby in securely.

"Now," she said, turning to Mayan, "I do not think you came to tell me that. You came to tell me you are going home. How soon do you plan to leave?"

"At the end of the week. I have things to do at home, not to mention preparing for David's naming ceremony."

"And, since you are writing again, you also want more time to yourself. But you are too polite to say so," Delenn said.

"Nonsense! We were never polite with each other!" Mayan grinned. "But how did you know ...?"

Delenn pointed to the notepad sticking out of Mayan's pocket. "And if that were not enough, you have fresh ink on your hands." She reached for her friend's hands. "I told you that you would write again. You should have more faith in yourself, my friend."

"You seem to have more than enough for both of us." Mayan's eyes were shining as she squeezed Delenn's hands.

As they walked out of the nursery, arms linked, Delenn asked "Mayan, before you leave, will you dine with us again? John would like that very much, as would I."

"Of course, but I should really invite the two of you to dinner." Before Delenn could say anything, Mayan continued. "But, under the circumstances, it is easier for me to come here. I do not think you wish to leave your son in anyone else's care, even for a few hours."

"You are right," Delenn laughed. "Doctor Franklin says we are still in that stage of parenthood where we are sure something terrible will happen if we let our son out of our sight for even a minute. He also says we will not be fit company for adults for at least another six months. But if you will put up with us, come to dinner tomorrow."

The next evening, Mayan arrived at the Sheridan apartment bearing gifts. After
greeting his parents and saying goodnight to David, already asleep in his crib to her disappointment, she handed Delenn a white box. Delenn opened it, laughed, and showed the contents to John.

"I did not want to leave here without having some of these tubes again," Mayan said. "We can share them after the meal."

"I don't blame you," John said as he popped one of the miniature cannoli into his mouth. "These are delicious."

Mayan handed another, much larger, box to Delenn. "This is for my ‘nephew,' for when he is a little older. I found it in an antique shop Down Below. I couldn't resist."

Delenn opened the box and gasped. "Mayan, this is beautiful. Are you sure you don't want to keep it for yourself?"

She placed the box on a table, and with great reverence took out the ancient Minbari lute. She held it out to Sheridan who, following her lead, carefully cradled it in his hands.

"It is beautiful," Sheridan said. "Delenn is right. You should keep it for yourself."

Mayan shook her head. "I have one, very like this one. No, this is for David. I plan to teach him to compose tee'la, and he should have the proper instrument to perform his compositions and those of others. He is still much too young, of course, but I would like him to be aware that this is waiting for him as he grows."

Sheridan bowed to her and carefully replaced the lute. "David will treasure it, especially when he understands from whom it came."

The meal was a merry one, in spite of Mayan's pending departure. And Delenn only checked on David between courses. Afterward, as they sat drinking tea and eating cannoli, Mayan rose from her chair. She stood in front of Delenn and Sheridan, sitting side by side on the couch, and withdrew a small package from her pocket.

"Although I have conducted the birth rites for you Delenn, I have not yet given you the customary gift."

"Your presence here with me, with us, is all the gift I want," Delenn said.

"Nevertheless, since everything else has been performed properly, I am determined to do this properly also." She paused as Delenn opened the package. "Do you remember the poem I wrote for your womanhood ceremony?" Delenn nodded and looked inquiringly at Mayan. "I told you at the time that it was unfinished, that it was too early to complete it."

"Yes," Delenn said. "I remember. I asked you when you would finish it, and you said when the time was right."

"Well," Mayan said smiling, "I think the time is right now."

"Oh," Delenn gasped. "I shall treasure this always. Look at this, John."

She handed her husband a hinged, crystal and silver diptych. Inset into each side was a verse in elaborate calligraphy on antique parchment. Each verse was written first in Adronato and then in English. Sheridan read both verses and looked at his wife. His eyes were bright as he read aloud the new verse.

She sits, softly rocking, at the
Calm center of her destiny,
Banking the fire lest she
Burn the baby at her breast.
The glowing embers of her eyes
Remember the conflagration,
Fed by the white_hot light of love,
That once scorched a universe.

Sheridan ran his hand over the title engraved into the crystal: Valen's Child. "Everyone in our family will treasure this, Mayan. You have given us a priceless gift. Thank you."

"It is my pleasure and my honor," Mayan said simply. "Now, if no one else wants another of these tubes, I will finish them." She grinned and reached out her hand as Delenn laughed. But three pair of eyes were still suspiciously wet.

The three days before her departure were busy ones for Mayan. She spent as much time as possible with the Sheridans, especially David, in between packing and last minute errands, mostly to renew her stock of writing materials and to purchase those small items that had previously caught her fancy. Her only regret was the absence of Ranger Kendrick. Delenn apologized, but Kendrick was needed elsewhere. She would recall him if Mayan wished? But Mayan told her she did not wish to appear to take advantage of her friendship with Entil'Zha. The night before she left, Sheridan stayed with David while the two women spoke in Mayan's quarters until the early morning hours.

As she watched the shuttle approach the liner, Mayan remembered what Sheridan told her during that last dinner. She had complained that by the time she next saw David, he would have grown so she would hardly recognize him. His parents would have to bring him to visit Minbar often, if she were to fulfill her responsibilities as his teacher and his aunt! To her surprise Sheridan laughed and looked at Delenn as if to say "do you want to or shall I?" Delenn nodded, and Sheridan turned back to Mayan.

"I don't think you'll have too much difficulty seeing David in the future. In fact, you'll probably see him so often you'll grow tired of him."

Mayan looked puzzled as she turned to Delenn who only smiled.

"Yes," Sheridan continued. "The Interstellar Alliance Headquarters at Tuzanor is almost completed. We will be moving into the President's Compound before the end of the year. And since you live quite near Tuzanor, I understand...."

He stopped as his wife and her friend started laughing and hugging each other. He stood up and put his arms around them both.

An announcement interrupted Mayan's thoughts. The shuttle had discharged its passenger and they would be jumping in ten minutes. She watched as the black of normal space turned to the orange streaks of hyper space. Someday, she promised herself, she would write about jumping. Nothing she had ever read successfully conveyed the sensations and colors. She was thinking about how she could begin such a work when a male voice interrupted her.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Do you have the time?"

"Ten minutes after eleven," she answered automatically, before the voice registered. "Anla'shok!" she yelped as she looked up to see the familiar dark head bending over her. "Jason, what are you doing here?"

"Well, as of ten minutes ago, I officially started my leave." He smiled and sat down beside her.

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