Wednesday, January 07, 2015

Exile's End: Day 6

Word Count: 36,017

Summary of Events:
Chapter 11:
Æliyäu, his parents, and his sister celebrated his niece Äbihæl's birthday before going to Helännä's house and catching Thårijn and getting him to read four stanzas of Gråvenwød. He and Thårijn then got into quite a bit of discussion about the journey homeward.
Chapter 12:
Thårijn engaged in an early morning visit with Helännä before heading to work. Æliyäu read through Gråvenwød and found solid evidence on the identity of the Låstbøn and how it could only be him, then he told Äbihæl about it and she wanted to know if Pætter knew the Låstbøn, and so they went for a ride and visited him.

Excerpt of the Day:
"With a sigh Thårijn rose from his seat and turned to leave. Æliyäu caught his sleeve before he could get far.
"Wait," Æliyäu said. "I would like you to do something for me."
Thårijn gave Æliyäu an unimpressed, and yet curious expression. Æliyäu pulled Gråvenwød out from under his arm and carefully unrolled it to the twenty second and twenty third stanzas.
"These two stanzas," Æliyäu said, handing the scroll to Thårijn.
Thårijn surveyed the words for a moment that seemed like it was nigh an eternity to Æliyäu, anticipation eating away at him as he waited for Thårijn to ready the words.
"But when the time has been filled, As I have it afore willed, The last born son of king's blood Will rise up, high up above, His brothers he preempts. Last born of his mother fair, Last born of the mountain air, Strong in sinew and flesh, he, the freer of his people be, He and he alone," it was as if Æliyäu was in his dream again. It was the same voice.
Æliyäu took the scroll back and rolled it to the fifty third and fifty fourth stanzas and handed it back to Thårijn. "These two as well."
Another pause ate at Æliyäu as Thårijn surveyed the words, although Æliyäu felt it was somewhat briefer than the previous one.
"Göd of mercy, Göd of might, Yea, I am, and in spite Of all the wrong that you have done, I give you hope as light of the sun, As fire deep inside. Keep it deep within your heart, That which I didst impart, One day saved, you will be, From this pain and agony, Free to roam wide," again. It was the same voice again, completely identical, it conjured up imagery of his dream as he heard the words.
Æliyäu took the scroll back from Thårijn, who had been handing it to him, and rolled it closed again. He wasn't entirely sure what to do now.
"Is that all you would have of me?" Thårijn asked, a note of irritation tainting his voice now that he was not reading Gråvenwød.
"Yes," Æliyäu replied, Thårijn moved to leave. "That is all I would have of you, but I do not inter to force departure upon you. Can your mother not have two visitors at once?"
Thårijn stopped near the door. Æliyäu couldn't hardly make out his form in the shadows, but he knew it did not move. Finally Thårijn moved again and headed out of the door, shutting the door softly.
Æliyäu was disappointed, but he took up the chair Thårijn had vacated and looked at Helännä. She smiled sympathetically at him."

Äbihæl: ab-ih-hail

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