The Adventure continues...
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I hope that we will all take a moment of silence and pray for our lost eggs, hatchlings and adult dragons. Sigh.
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For those actually reading my story and missed yesterday's chapter, you may find it here:
http://community.livejournal.com/freedonia_story/29408.html
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The vision shocked me. I couldn’t believe what I saw. I could not just sit here. I had to do something and bring Donal’s murderer to justice. The nuns were busy and not paying attention to me, so I quietly got up and walked out of the room still wearing the crown. I went back to the funerary grounds.
The fire had fully engulfed Donal’s body and the pyre around it. Uncle Haral and his monks were still chanting and circling the pyre. I couldn’t bear to watch it, so I walked to where everyone was seated.
Piatrus saw me and to his feet and was starting to approach me. I raised my hand up to him and said, “No, Piatrus, do not stop me. I have to do what I have to do.”
I looked directly at Donal’s murderer and said in a loud voice so that everyone would hear, “Why did you do it? Why did you kill my husband and your own son? Dashal conAgri, why?”
Dashal rose to his feet; his face pale with fear. “She is crazy! She doesn’t know what she is saying! Can’t you see that she is out of her mind with grief?” He looked around as people began to sidle away from him. “You can’t believe the ravings of a lunatic! She is telling lies!”
I commanded the crown, “Make Dashal tell the truth.”
***Acceptance***
I raised my left hand and pointed directly at him, commanding, “Dashal conAgri, do not lie. Tell us the truth. Why did you kill your son, Donal?” From my finger tips came a golden light that poured from my hand and encompased him. He struggled to get away from it but found he could not. He screamed and choked and sputtered, but the light overwhelmed him eventually and he stopped fighting although he remained angry. “Dashal conAgri, why did you kill Donal, your son?”
“Because he wasn’t my son!” Dashal screamed. “He was a bastard that Helene got from her lover, Ercil conMoros, one of my apprentices. I caught them in the act. In my bed! F**king her in my bed! I had the pleasure of killing him right in front of her, while he was still on top of her. And she had the nerve to conceive his child. My Wife! I locked her away. I kept her hidden and I tortured her until she gave birth to her little bastard. I watched her suffer. I reveled in her agony. And when the bastard started coming out, I pushed it back in, so she would suffer more! But she wouldn’t stop and die right away. She eventually pushed her bastard out before she died. And the little monster wouldn’t die. He kept on living. Unfortunately, the servants had sent for a doctor and he arrived before I could strangle the little monster with his own umbilical cord. I was left with him to raise. Oh, there were women enough to come around and mother the litte bugger. They let me use them for the privilege. That made it more tolerable to keep him around. He grew up and had the audacity to want to be a sculptor also. And a better sculptor than I ever was. I had to get rid of him He was an abomination! He pretended to love me and at the same time show off how much better he was than me. I had to get rid of him. I thought I had when I hired men to attack his caravan. They were supposed to kill him and not keep him alive! You can imagine the shock I had when he showed up in Rawn-Devu like a bad penny. All ‘I am alive!’ and ‘I love you!’ crap. But he left again before I could kill him then. When his little whore of a wife finally wrote me back after many letters to her and invited me to stay, I knew that this was the only opportunity that I would get. And I was successful! I managed to get rid of him before that crazy old cout could kick me out. I just wish I could have seen his face when he found his beloved grandson dead. That would have been the perfect ending.”
But before he could say anything more, Piatrus started to scream, a scream that came from the depths of his soul; so primal, so full of rage and anguish that it was hard to listen to. He started for Dashal and there was murder in his face. He was so enraged that it took ten men to restrain him, to prevent him from killing his former son-in-law. “You pig! You worm! You scum! You murdered my daughter! You murdered my grandson! You are a foul stench that gags everyone who smells it! You don’t deserve to live! Let me at him! I want to feel his life depart his body as I slowly kill him! Let me at him!”
I had never seen Piatrus so out of control, but then he had every right to be, in my opinion.
While everyone’s attention was on Piatrus and his melt-down, Dashal made an attempt to leave the area. But before he could do so, several of the king’s guards blocked his way. He retreated from them as quickly as he could. Unfortunately, our paths crossed and he grabbed me and used me as his shield. He then brought out a dagger from his boot and placed it at my throat. “Stay away, or I will cut her throat!” He shouted. The several guards who were had been chasing him, stopped and waited for orders.
“Cut my throat!” I shouted at Dashal. “Cut it and send me to be with my Donal! Why are you hesitating? Kill me and have done with it!”
But as the ghoddess had said when she placed the geis on me, “You will be prevented to do the one thing that you really want to do.” Just as my first suicide attempt failed earlier, this one also failed. The more I wished for it, the more Dashal found he could not kill me. In frustration, he shoved me away. Just as he did that, two talons attached to a large orange dragon grabbed him and bore him up into the sky. Dashal screamed as he left the ground. Three other orange dragons joined Orlando and they tossed Dashal around in a large aerial game of ‘keep away’. When they finally tired of the game and Dashal had stopped screaming, they dumped him, still living and breathing, onto the ground, just in front of the Royal Guards, who arrested him and searched him for further weapons. King Torvald then commanded his men to drag Dashal to the Royal Inquisitor, to prepare him for trial. The King then left along with most of the mourners. The only ones left were family, servants, monks and two dragons in human form.
Piatrus had collapsed sobbing onto the ground. I was afraid that this was going to break him and turn him from the cornerstone of strength that he had become to me, into a broken man. Haral had already gotten to his brother’s side when I reached him. Together, we held him and, helping him to his feet, we walked him to the reflectory, followed by the rest of the family. The monks took over for Haral and continued chanting and saying prayers, as the pyre continued to burn.
In the reflectory, we were served the vinegared rice and sweet plums that we had been given at Laela’s funeral. By this time, Piatrus had regained some of his composure and was able to listen to his brother’s calm words without further outbursts. Haral continued to talk with him and comfort him until Donal’s ashes were brought in the special ceremonial urn in which they had been placed.
The urn was initially given to me to carry and we were about to process to the sacred place on the Rhempo River to scatter Donal’s ashes, when I turned to Piatrus and asked, “Please, I don’t think that I can carry this safely. Would you please carry his ashes for me, Piatrus? I am feeling ever so tired and weak.”
Piatrus looked very astonished, then very grateful, and then concerned. He took the urn and cradled it in his arms as if it were a precious baby. Just as we started to process, I took his arm and clung to him, allowing him to support me as we walked. We got to the the hallowed pier that projected out into the river. As Haral and the monks chanted their prayers, Piatrus and I lifted the urn over railing and scattered them into the river. A sharp breeze blew by just as the ashes started to pour out and it lifted a lot of the ashes and sprinkled them back onto me. It moved me no end. I closed my eyes and it felt as if Donal’s spirit had entered me through his ashes. I felt as if his spirit words to me had come true, that he was now with me and inside me. I made no attempt to brush them off. I left them where they fell. But another gust came along and removed their remnents from me.
Quietly, everyone returned to the compound by carriage. When we got there, there was a buffet luncheon spread out in the dinning hall. Most of the family dug in and ate heartily. I avoided the food, until Fiorenzia had noticed my lack of appetite. She dragged me over there and forced me to take food on my plate and then eat it. She did not take ‘no’ for an answer.
After a while some of the cousins took out their musical instruments and started to play solemn and sad songs, while the rest of the family ate or chatted. .
Flow, my tears, take flight with thy salt wings!
Bereft for ever, let me mourn;
Where night's black bird her sad threnody sings,
There let me live forlorn.
Down glad lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their lost content deplore.
Light doth but grief disclose.
Never may my woes be relieved,
Since gladness has fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my doleful days
Of all joys have deprived.
From the highest spire of happiness
My life has been thrown;
And fear and grief and pain in my distress
Are my hopes, since love is gone.
Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to condemn light
Happy are they that in death’s spell
Feel no sorrow tonight.
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When I am gone, my ashes fly this earth, May my passing produce
No trouble, no trouble in thy breast!
Remember me, remember me, but ah! do not forget to live.
Remember me, but ah! do not spend all thy life in grief.
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Even though it was midafternoon, my head was pounding in pain and I sought the release that my bed offered me.
I hope that we will all take a moment of silence and pray for our lost eggs, hatchlings and adult dragons. Sigh.
Our eggs:
§ § § Our hatchlings:
§ § § § For those actually reading my story and missed yesterday's chapter, you may find it here:
http://community.livejournal.com/freedonia_story/29408.html
*********
The vision shocked me. I couldn’t believe what I saw. I could not just sit here. I had to do something and bring Donal’s murderer to justice. The nuns were busy and not paying attention to me, so I quietly got up and walked out of the room still wearing the crown. I went back to the funerary grounds.
The fire had fully engulfed Donal’s body and the pyre around it. Uncle Haral and his monks were still chanting and circling the pyre. I couldn’t bear to watch it, so I walked to where everyone was seated.
Piatrus saw me and to his feet and was starting to approach me. I raised my hand up to him and said, “No, Piatrus, do not stop me. I have to do what I have to do.”
I looked directly at Donal’s murderer and said in a loud voice so that everyone would hear, “Why did you do it? Why did you kill my husband and your own son? Dashal conAgri, why?”
Dashal rose to his feet; his face pale with fear. “She is crazy! She doesn’t know what she is saying! Can’t you see that she is out of her mind with grief?” He looked around as people began to sidle away from him. “You can’t believe the ravings of a lunatic! She is telling lies!”
I commanded the crown, “Make Dashal tell the truth.”
***Acceptance***
I raised my left hand and pointed directly at him, commanding, “Dashal conAgri, do not lie. Tell us the truth. Why did you kill your son, Donal?” From my finger tips came a golden light that poured from my hand and encompased him. He struggled to get away from it but found he could not. He screamed and choked and sputtered, but the light overwhelmed him eventually and he stopped fighting although he remained angry. “Dashal conAgri, why did you kill Donal, your son?”
“Because he wasn’t my son!” Dashal screamed. “He was a bastard that Helene got from her lover, Ercil conMoros, one of my apprentices. I caught them in the act. In my bed! F**king her in my bed! I had the pleasure of killing him right in front of her, while he was still on top of her. And she had the nerve to conceive his child. My Wife! I locked her away. I kept her hidden and I tortured her until she gave birth to her little bastard. I watched her suffer. I reveled in her agony. And when the bastard started coming out, I pushed it back in, so she would suffer more! But she wouldn’t stop and die right away. She eventually pushed her bastard out before she died. And the little monster wouldn’t die. He kept on living. Unfortunately, the servants had sent for a doctor and he arrived before I could strangle the little monster with his own umbilical cord. I was left with him to raise. Oh, there were women enough to come around and mother the litte bugger. They let me use them for the privilege. That made it more tolerable to keep him around. He grew up and had the audacity to want to be a sculptor also. And a better sculptor than I ever was. I had to get rid of him He was an abomination! He pretended to love me and at the same time show off how much better he was than me. I had to get rid of him. I thought I had when I hired men to attack his caravan. They were supposed to kill him and not keep him alive! You can imagine the shock I had when he showed up in Rawn-Devu like a bad penny. All ‘I am alive!’ and ‘I love you!’ crap. But he left again before I could kill him then. When his little whore of a wife finally wrote me back after many letters to her and invited me to stay, I knew that this was the only opportunity that I would get. And I was successful! I managed to get rid of him before that crazy old cout could kick me out. I just wish I could have seen his face when he found his beloved grandson dead. That would have been the perfect ending.”
But before he could say anything more, Piatrus started to scream, a scream that came from the depths of his soul; so primal, so full of rage and anguish that it was hard to listen to. He started for Dashal and there was murder in his face. He was so enraged that it took ten men to restrain him, to prevent him from killing his former son-in-law. “You pig! You worm! You scum! You murdered my daughter! You murdered my grandson! You are a foul stench that gags everyone who smells it! You don’t deserve to live! Let me at him! I want to feel his life depart his body as I slowly kill him! Let me at him!”
I had never seen Piatrus so out of control, but then he had every right to be, in my opinion.
While everyone’s attention was on Piatrus and his melt-down, Dashal made an attempt to leave the area. But before he could do so, several of the king’s guards blocked his way. He retreated from them as quickly as he could. Unfortunately, our paths crossed and he grabbed me and used me as his shield. He then brought out a dagger from his boot and placed it at my throat. “Stay away, or I will cut her throat!” He shouted. The several guards who were had been chasing him, stopped and waited for orders.
“Cut my throat!” I shouted at Dashal. “Cut it and send me to be with my Donal! Why are you hesitating? Kill me and have done with it!”
But as the ghoddess had said when she placed the geis on me, “You will be prevented to do the one thing that you really want to do.” Just as my first suicide attempt failed earlier, this one also failed. The more I wished for it, the more Dashal found he could not kill me. In frustration, he shoved me away. Just as he did that, two talons attached to a large orange dragon grabbed him and bore him up into the sky. Dashal screamed as he left the ground. Three other orange dragons joined Orlando and they tossed Dashal around in a large aerial game of ‘keep away’. When they finally tired of the game and Dashal had stopped screaming, they dumped him, still living and breathing, onto the ground, just in front of the Royal Guards, who arrested him and searched him for further weapons. King Torvald then commanded his men to drag Dashal to the Royal Inquisitor, to prepare him for trial. The King then left along with most of the mourners. The only ones left were family, servants, monks and two dragons in human form.
Piatrus had collapsed sobbing onto the ground. I was afraid that this was going to break him and turn him from the cornerstone of strength that he had become to me, into a broken man. Haral had already gotten to his brother’s side when I reached him. Together, we held him and, helping him to his feet, we walked him to the reflectory, followed by the rest of the family. The monks took over for Haral and continued chanting and saying prayers, as the pyre continued to burn.
In the reflectory, we were served the vinegared rice and sweet plums that we had been given at Laela’s funeral. By this time, Piatrus had regained some of his composure and was able to listen to his brother’s calm words without further outbursts. Haral continued to talk with him and comfort him until Donal’s ashes were brought in the special ceremonial urn in which they had been placed.
The urn was initially given to me to carry and we were about to process to the sacred place on the Rhempo River to scatter Donal’s ashes, when I turned to Piatrus and asked, “Please, I don’t think that I can carry this safely. Would you please carry his ashes for me, Piatrus? I am feeling ever so tired and weak.”
Piatrus looked very astonished, then very grateful, and then concerned. He took the urn and cradled it in his arms as if it were a precious baby. Just as we started to process, I took his arm and clung to him, allowing him to support me as we walked. We got to the the hallowed pier that projected out into the river. As Haral and the monks chanted their prayers, Piatrus and I lifted the urn over railing and scattered them into the river. A sharp breeze blew by just as the ashes started to pour out and it lifted a lot of the ashes and sprinkled them back onto me. It moved me no end. I closed my eyes and it felt as if Donal’s spirit had entered me through his ashes. I felt as if his spirit words to me had come true, that he was now with me and inside me. I made no attempt to brush them off. I left them where they fell. But another gust came along and removed their remnents from me.
Quietly, everyone returned to the compound by carriage. When we got there, there was a buffet luncheon spread out in the dinning hall. Most of the family dug in and ate heartily. I avoided the food, until Fiorenzia had noticed my lack of appetite. She dragged me over there and forced me to take food on my plate and then eat it. She did not take ‘no’ for an answer.
After a while some of the cousins took out their musical instruments and started to play solemn and sad songs, while the rest of the family ate or chatted. .
Flow, my tears, take flight with thy salt wings!
Bereft for ever, let me mourn;
Where night's black bird her sad threnody sings,
There let me live forlorn.
Down glad lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their lost content deplore.
Light doth but grief disclose.
Never may my woes be relieved,
Since gladness has fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my doleful days
Of all joys have deprived.
From the highest spire of happiness
My life has been thrown;
And fear and grief and pain in my distress
Are my hopes, since love is gone.
Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to condemn light
Happy are they that in death’s spell
Feel no sorrow tonight.
**********
When I am gone, my ashes fly this earth, May my passing produce
No trouble, no trouble in thy breast!
Remember me, remember me, but ah! do not forget to live.
Remember me, but ah! do not spend all thy life in grief.
********
Even though it was midafternoon, my head was pounding in pain and I sought the release that my bed offered me.
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Date: 2009-07-21 08:08 pm (UTC)very moving chapter. *hugs and pets*
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Date: 2009-07-21 09:26 pm (UTC)Typical egotistical male. It is fine for him to cheat, but his wife/possession has to remain pure.
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Date: 2009-07-22 01:13 am (UTC)boys are weird. and i've been married for almost 15 years. heh.