by Vixyy Fox
©2008 Vixyy Fox
Were going to the libertery, whispered Sancho, smiling at his mate. His smile was overly large, and he drooled slightly.
Library, Ruthy whispered back, wiping the spittle away with a tissue. And I want you to behave, all right?
Sancho grinned at her. All right, he whispered in reply then taking in a deep breath, yelled out, Librerry!
Ruthy reached out a paw and rubbed the area behind his ears where the lump was. Sancho had been such a good sled dog no, the best and shed been his running mate. But that was before he got sick. Library, she corrected him softly, knowing it would make no difference. She gently moved her finger to the white star-shaped spot on his forehead. Shed always teased that being second on his team was easy, because all she had to do was follow the star.
Librititary, he replied, near giggling. Capn Joe be there? he asked, naming his favorite librarian and chief storyteller during the childrens story hour.
All the pups who attended loved Sancho. He was an adult come to their level; playing blocks with them on the floor, never talking down to them, and always attentive when Captain Joe read to them.
Hell be there, and he wants you to know hes going to read Tobys Red Mittens just for you.
Sancho all two hundred pounds of him began bobbing up and down. Suddenly, he was licking her face. Normally this would lead to mutual assured tickling, and then to the kind of games consenting adults played in the privacy of their home; but tonight she was in a hurry. Myra was meeting her for coffee while Captain Jack kept an eye on him. She needed a break and a coffee with Myra down at the Husky Lodge. Though not a long break, it was at least some respite from her endless responsibilities.
She held him close in a hug and whispered in his ear, If I had one wish, Sancho, it would be that you could start all over again. Its just not fair, my darling. You were the best sled dog in the North Country, and now youre just a puppy again. Id give anything if we could have just one last run I would die happy for that.
Liberary, he whispered back.
Talk at the Lodge was of the races. Of course, it was always about the races. It wasnt a month since Sancho had been stricken
but even in that short time, no less than five different lead Dogs had asked Ruthy to run as their second. Though none of them actually said she was wasting her time taking care of an helpless brain-damage case, that was clearly their attitude
and it hurt that she so wanted to say yes.
Go ahead and do it, Myra told her in private. Jack and I, we can watch Sancho for you. Im willing to bet you could outpace any of those five. In fact, if you had a mind to do it, you could have your own team, Ruthy. Fact is, any Dog with half an ounce of sense would line up for a chance to run with you. Think about it, hon; the money youd win could be a blessing in taking care of your mate.
Not without Sancho, shed replied softly, and they discreetly changed the subject.
The walk back from the lodge was normally peaceful, but a flickering light in the distance made the fur on the back of Ruthys neck stand up. The Northern Lights danced in the night skybut there was just too much light in the sky for it to be normal. That was when the village bell began ringing: It was the fire alarm, and everyone within earshot would try their best to get to where the fire was.
A huge dog ran towards her in the darkness. Run, Ruthy! he yelled, The Librarys on fire!
Without thinking she sprinted into the night next to the other dog. She caught his scentSanchos scent!right off: He came for her, he was running again, and she was by his side.
What happened?! she managed to ask, struggling to match his rhythm.
I dont know. There was an explosion, then fire. Captain Joe was just getting to the good part of Tobys Mittens when it happened. It was fastthe flames climbed the book caseswe got all the pups out but one.
They were moving swiftly, eating up the distance in the night. Ruthy couldnt see the path, but that didnt matter; she was following her star, and the star always knew where to go. Adrenaline shocked her to incredible awareness and her legs pumped, seemingly disconnected from her brain. She had flashes of the fire in her mind. It was all around, climbing the shelves, hanging from the ceiling, racing across the floor to
Do you see him? Sancho asked her as they raced the last hundred yards to the burning building.
Hes in the story circle. I couldnt get to him. Youll have to do it. Ill lead, just like in the old days. You follow and Ill protect you as much as I can. In and outstraight through the flames.
And then he leapt through the window, with Ruthy close on his tail. There were flames everywhere, and the heat took her breath.
This way! Sancho yelled.
His bulk covered her face and she was suddenly able to inhale. The smoke was thick and choking, but she followed his lead and there was the small body laying at her feet. The pups fur was singed and he wasnt moving. He held a copy of Tobys Red Mittens in his small arms. Grabbing him by the scruff of the neck, she spun, looking for a means of escape.
The front window! Sancho yelled and there it was! With the sound of shattering glass and the feel of cool clean air, she was through. And then there was darkness
Ruthy woke to someone licking her face. There was a terrible stench of smoke in the air.
Sancho? she said as she opened her eyes.
Old Captain Joe sat next to her in the snow. Nearby were the families of the pups whod come for story time. The fire illuminated them in flickering shadows as they sat protectively next to their children. The old dogs face was not happy.
We got all the puppies out, he said quietly. Hell, he got em out. Sancho, he just snapped out of it, Ruthy. It was a joy to see him in action again. But He sighed. It didnt stick. When the pups were safe, he He got this funny look in his eyes. Ran back into the building, yelling about bringing me Tobys Red Mittens so I could finish reading it. Im so sorry
Ruthy stifled a sob. Looking towards the library, she saw that it was not much more than smoldering ruins. With a crumpling sound, one of the remaining walls toppled, sending a shower of sparks into the night.
He was a true hero, Captain Joe told her. It happened so fast, I couldnt have saved them all by myself.
She sniffed the air, and looked around. There was a pup with me, she managed to say.
I saw him. Dont know where his parents are, so while I stayed here with you, I had Myra take him around. Youve been unconscious for near an hour now, and so far, no ones claimed him. Hes got that silly book clutched in his arms wont let it go. Ive no idea where he came from.
Myra hugged her friend in a death grip of sorrow. Im so sorry, she finally managed to say. So, so sorry. Sancho was such a wonderful dog! Inwardly, though she would never admit it, Myra was secretly relieved that her friend was once again free. Life was indeed unfair, but at least from here it would get better.
Wheres the pup? Ruthy asked softly when they broke apart.
Hes with Constable Glen, she told her. The poor thing is a total mystery. No one knows who he belongs to, so I guess the Constable will take him to the childrens home.
I need to see him, she replied, feeling a sudden urgency.
The Constable, dressed in his red uniform, was writing in his small notebook. As the females approached him, a small body separated from his shadow and ran towards them.
Hey there, pup! yelled the large Mountie. Come back here this instant!
Apparently the Constable had never dealt with pups before, and didnt understand they had a mind of their own. Yelling for them to come back when they had something to chase after was pointless and this one seemed to be chasing something very large. In his arms he still clutched the book, Tobys Red Mittens, and as he hugged Ruthys leg, the white star on his forehead was clearly evident even in the dim illumination provided by the Northern Lights and the fading fire.
Reaching down, she picked him up and cradled him in her arms; squeezing him tightly.
Liberaaary, the pup squeaked.
Library, Ruthy automatically corrected, and they both laughed.
Over everything, the Northern Lights silently danced with a multitude of sparks from the fire, following a tune audible only to the heart. In life, it is said, magic does happen wishes sometimes can come true and life happily moves on.