Exile's End: Day 4

Word Count: 24,079

Summary of Events:
Chapter 7:
Æliyäu entered into the mountain Nätthulegråttä, in which the men do their forging work, and started to tell the men to make ready, prompting much excitement and heightened productivity, right under the noses of the Förstenräl. Thårijn quickly set about making his dream sword that was nigh three times the length of the swords he'd been making for the Förstenräl. In his telling of the time being full, though, Æliyäu did get one disappointing surprise.
Chapter 8:
Thårijn continued at forging his sword with the help of his partner Äthelröd, and they contemplated what name Thårijn's sword should have. Æliyäu then went and visited Helännä and told her the time was in full. Helännä was happy, but certain that she wouldn't be taking part in the journey, due to her illness and the higher likelihood now that she would die than live. They also talked of Æliyäu's disappointing surprise.

Excerpt of the Day:
"Approaching another man, Æliyäu watched as sparks flew with each blow of the hammer shaping the metal. The man worked with a diligence, and even a care, that Æliyäu had not seen in any other man working on swords for the Förstenräl.
"Have you heard?" Æliyäu asked.
"I have heard nothing of significance in this day," the man replied.
"Now the time has come in full, Now at last I will pull The fetters off your hands and feet, Restore to you your home and seed, Now the debt is paid," Æliyäu said.
"Why speak you in rhymes and poetry?" the man asked. "Such flowery language is foolishness."
Æliyäu startled and looked at the man, puzzled. He had no recognition of the words of Gråvenwød? Every other man that Æliyäu had met with had known, and had taken hope and joy from the words which he'd spoken, why not this man?
"Know you not the poem of Gråvenwød?" Æliyäu asked.
"I care not for poetry," the man replied. "And that poem in particular is foolishness, silliness. We have always been here. We are no different from the Förstenräl, we are just peasants, they are soldiers. We have always done this work, we are not a people of our own, and we should not rebel and strike out from here, there is no ill with this life."
Æliyäu had never been more stunned in his life. Not even Göd's calling him had so floored him in all his life. This man actually believed that they had always been here? Were there others like him? How could they not believe? How could they not know?
"But we are," Æliyäu finally said. "We, we are different. Do you not think that it is odd of them to treat us with such violence and harshness?"
"That is how all peasants are treated," the man replied.
"If we were of their people we would not be under the guard of their military," Æliyäu said.
"That is how all peasants are treated," the man replied.
"Surely there would be a diversity among the people in Møkbæsted, with both rich and poor if we were their people, we would not be kept separate," Æliyäu said.
"That is how all peasants are," the man said. "You are delusional, fooled by the talk of old men, and all the reading that you do, for you are not one of us smiths, you are a learned man, and your learning has polluted you, it has ruined you to the point that you do not believe that reality is true. You aren't even certain of your arguments. That, I say, shows how much good learning does you."
"But, no," Æliyäu protested. "We are different! This is not normal! We are a different people!"
"You are crazy, and so is everyone else that thinks going with you is a good idea," the man said. "I hope you all die.""

Nätthulegråttä: gnat-hool-grow-tah
Äthelröd: ahth-ell-rude