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Standing inside a smoky campsite in the ancient forest of Wyre, a young
man with shoulder length raven black hair and piercing blue eyes,
watched with interest as the other men of his village began the arduous
process of clearing stumps from a section of the forest. Their lord,
needing to raise taxes due to another one of their King's wars, gave
permission for this endeavor. Without this bit of extra farmland, the
chances of starvation over the winter would be greatly increased. What
the men of the village didn't need was someone who couldn't pull their
own weight.
Although his coming of age ceremony occurred over the winter, the young
man named Aislin, who was small in stature, reluctantly admitted he
wasn't best suited to assist the men. He wasn't even upset to be
assigned to help the women make the meals. What saddened him was, no
matter how hard he worked, the village gave him little respect, much
less compassion.
"Aislin, get your head out of the clouds and come stir this pot." Ina,
the young man's grandmother, shook her head. With his name meaning
Dreams in the old tongue, the old Wise Woman thought that the boy was
well named by his poor mother.
Unfortunately, in this part of the Kingdom most considered Aislin a
girl's name. Even without the name, with his beautiful hair and striking
blue eyes, she had to admit her charge had much more in common with the
girls in the village than the boys.
"Sorry Gran, just daydreaming."
"As usual," she commented with little heat.
Aislin smiled, although she wasn't his grandmother by blood she was by
action. Walking back to the campfire, he checked make sure that the
coals were evenly spread before stirring the contents in the pot. The
barley stew, mixed with mushrooms and leeks would keep everyone happy
for the long day ahead.
"That poor excuse for a boy should not be here."
Aislin ignored the words coming from the tall middle-aged woman. Such
vitriolic comments flew from the woman's mouth on a regular basis.
Quickly turning her head the Wise Woman gave the other woman a glare.
"And where should my grandson be, Seara?"
For the most part, the dozen women and young girls who worked around the
camp preparing meals, gave Aislin little grief. However, Seara, the wife
of the village headman tended to look at Ina's charge as some sort of
anathema and a stain upon the village.
"You know what they do with pretty boys in the Capitol?" Seara looked
down at Aislin with disdain.
"No but I'm sure you're going to tell us anyway." Clar the miller's wife
commented as she dropped off a small armful of wood. Looking at the boy
for a moment she realized it wasn't necessarily that he looked like one
of her nieces that made them uncomfortable, it was this strange air
about him that made everyone uneasy.
"Whatever, Ina, that boy has no business being near my daughter. She has
been properly betrothed to Master Oran." With that she turned away to
start berating another group of women.
Ina sighed, the young girl, said to be the prettiest in the village,
caught the eye of the decade older Seneschal while her father visited
the Keep on one of the festival days. Everyone agreed that a marriage to
such a powerful man would benefit the village greatly.
What was troubling, her grandson had only a few friends in the village,
all of them girls, but not one mother in the village would accept him as
suitable husband material. During the rebirth Festival, when spring
renewed itself in the land, the mothers of eligible girls would seek out
other families. Of course, many of these marriages had been set up well
before hand. Ina had, against tradition, tried to speak to a number of
these families about her grandson but all of them turned her away. By
this time of year, all of the girls he grew up with had their hair tied
with yellow ribbons signifying a betrothal.
"Aislin is this true, have you been with Rowena again?"
"She's my friend Gran, plus she isn't very happy right now." The young
man made a sad face; the life of one of his only friends had been turned
upside down since the announcement of her betrothal.
Late last week, she had burst into his grandmother's small cottage
crying. Claiming her life was over; he spent the most of the day
consoling Rowena. Aislin had visions of coming to his friend's aid while
mounted on a tall white steed, like some of the Lord's Knights he had
seen jousting during festival days; properly attired with lance and
armor, he would ride to the castle to do battle with the monster.
"You still like her, don't you?"
Aislin gave a small smile, her grandmother missed nothing. "Doesn't
matter, she is to marry Master Oran. Plus, my life isn't going to be
terribly long anyway."
"Aislin don't say that." Ina looked shocked, what was he saying?
The young man shrugged. "I have no skills, no one in the village or Keep
is willing to make me an apprentice. When the King calls up new levies
the Elders will make sure I am one of the men picked."
Ina closed her eyes; the young man might not have typical male skills
useful in the village but there was no mistaking his intelligence. Born
a girl, Aislin would have been chosen to be her apprentice years ago
instead of Macha, a young girl from one of the nearby villages.
"If that happens you need to make sure that you speak with one of the
King's Healers." Although it was impossible, such gifts were only
bestowed upon females; Ina believed that her grandson had a healing
touch. Even his herb knowledge surpassed hers.
Aislin nodded, they had spoken about this before. The King's physicians
followed the army, healing the sick and injured. However, like all Wise
Women, the few King's Healers only took female apprentices. And even
then those girls that were given such honors started with both money and
patronage, Aislin had neither. His future, if the levies were called,
appeared grim. No matter his height or build, the young man would be
given a spear and thrust into line with all of the other untrained
militia.
A cry from the forest caught Aislin's attention.
"Grab my bag." Without another word, his grandmother hurried towards
where the men were working.
Quickly following right behind her, Aislin ran to his grandmother's side
to thankfully discover there were no injuries however what he found was
something wondrous.
"I didn't do it in purpose. I didn't even see it." Jaralth, the town's
farrier, explained as Aislin approached a small black obelisk. Moving
closer to get a better look, he could see that a small piece had been
chipped off; obviously, from the farrier's reaction he must have damaged
it. The man continued to explain that before his ax struck it look like
nothing more than a stump.
The group began to talk all at once, before Tadhg, the village Hatcher
stepped forward. "We are on her land."
"Don't be a dolt, even if we were, King Myles conquered her lands after
she and her minions were defeated." Rian one of the village elders
raised his voice.
The object in front of them, although unusual, was not uncommon as the
remains of the ancient Sorceress Kingdom could be found scattered around
the countryside. According to the stories, all of these lands had been
for a time been the property of Liadan, the legendary enchantress. Why
everyone was making such a fuss over the black monolith he didn't know.
Looking about, the village Elder motioned Wise Woman to step forward.
"What do you think, Ina?"
The men stepped back, allowing her to approach. Covered with intricate
golden runes, standing roughly four spans tall, the black stone had been
crafted from some unknown stone. As Ina examined the monolith, she knew
that whatever they were looking at gave off a small amount of unknown
eldritch power. Not having a clue about its nature, she turned to her
grandson.
"Aislin what do you think?"
Ignoring the frowns and a couple of unflattering comments, the raven-
haired man moved closer. Immediately he understood the crafting skills
needed to create such a simple stone lay beyond even those who built the
Keep that dominated the lands surrounding the village. Knowing better
than to touch the black stone, he knelt down to study the runes. They
were in the familiar language of the ancients who once ruled over all of
the lands.
Pointing to particular line of runes, he commented. "I have seen this
before; remember the standing stones off the Kings Road near
Buttlebridge." Aislin had accompanied his grandmother a year ago to a
meeting of Wise Women a few days away. Unable to actually attend the
meeting, he spent most of the time wandering around the scattered black
stones that made the Mijar Circle.
"I remember." Ina smiled; the boy had a good eye for things. Unlike the
rest of the village, the boy could even read, taught to him by his
mother before she passed away from the Wasting sickness. His father had
been a Sergeant in the King's army, bringing home a wife, the daughter
of a merchant after a decade of service.
Keir, the largest man in the village and also its blacksmith looked upon
the stone with trepidation. "Let's leave well enough alone for now. I
believe we need to inform the castle."
Most of the excitement upon finding the stone had worn off among the
older people by the end of the week. Several members of the Keep had
already come by to assess the situation, found nothing dangerous and
left the village. To the younger children the stone was an object of
mystery. With its discovery, several old stories began to circulate once
more about the Black Sorceress.
Long ago, mothers used to force their daughters into obedience stating
that if they weren't good the Sorceress would come for them. Among some
of the older villagers, they remembered several old songs. Even an old
game resurfaced, with one child, claiming to be the Black Sorceress
would run through the village trying to capture other girls. Aislin
wasn't amused when on a number of occasions he was captured since he was
told he looked like a girl.
Aislin mood darkened when Master Oran arrived several days later for his
own investigation of the black stone, which consisted of him looking at
it then returning to the village. The rest of the morning was spent with
his intended.
While working in front of his grandmother's cottage drying out herbs,
Aislin watched Rowena and the Seneschal walked around the village
together. As the morning progressed, the two seemed to be enjoying each
other's company even more, with an unexpected kiss on her hand as he
finally departed.
Confused, Aislin did not know if his feelings for his friend bordered on
the romantic but what he did understand when Rowena went to live in the
Keep he would most likely never be with her again. With that thought,
dying under the King's Colors didn't seem to bother him anymore.
Macha, returning to the cottage, looked at Ina's grandson with concern.
Although forced out of his bed to sleep by the stove upon her arrival
last summer, he never complained. She was also amazed at his knowledge
of herbs and medicines, and that he didn't mind passing that knowledge
to her. Happily the two spent last Fall together walking through the
woods while he taught her forest craft.
Finally, over the long winter, she started to admit to herself that she
had real feelings for him. Although Aislin was rather strange, his
beautiful looks and piercing blue eyes left her breathless. Those eyes
haunted her dreams, leaving her, most mornings now, covered in sweat.
Lately she even found herself just watching him, admiring the effort he
put forth when working in the garden or in the cottage.
"Aislin."
Twisting off a handful of herbs, the young man looked up with a forced
smile. "Did my grandmother send you back to check on me?"
"Well no, she wanted to know if you needed help." The young apprentice
bit her lip; obviously, the Wise Woman, like the rest of the village,
had been watching Rowena and the Seneschal half the morning. Only
Aislin's grandmother knew what that stroll was doing to her grandson.
"I see." The young man's eyes twinkled, not believing a word the
apprentice just said. "Well thanks." Moving to the side, he patted the
ground next to him and passed her a basket of herbs.
"You've been friends with the Headman's daughter for a long time."
Aislin gave a small laugh. "Since I was little, one day when she was
young she became fairly ill. None of her other friends' mothers would
allow them to visit her. My mother on the other hand, had some healing
skills of her own, helped Rowena through the illness and didn't mind if
I tagged along."
"Wasn't your mother afraid you would get sick too?"
Aislin looked down, turning away slightly so not to watch his childhood
friend talk excitedly with her mother across the village commons. "Not
really, she understood that Rowena caught a fairly common illness from
the north after a group of peddlers came through the village. Actually
half the town ended up ill but it really wasn't all that serious. So
unlike the other children, I played with her every day until she got
better. She always remembered that."
Before Macha could say anything, Rowena appeared in front of the pair
all excited. "Aislin, did you get a chance to see Master Oran? I was
afraid at first but he seems really nice."
The young man nodded. "That's good; you looked as if you had a nice time
walking around the village with him."
"I did...about the other day..."
Aislin waved his hand. "Don't worry about it, already forgotten. I'm
glad you had fun. Anyway, I'd better go back into the house with these
herbs; No need for you to get into trouble for talking to me." Without
another word, he grabbed the baskets and headed back into his
grandmother's cottage.
"I thought he would be more excited." Rowena sounded confused and a
little hurt.
Macha stared at the ground. An uncomfortable few seconds passed between
the two girls before she spoke. "Why would he be excited?"
"It's a good marriage, it will benefit the village. I mean it could be
worse."
"Like marrying him," the apprentice whispered.
"What did you say?"
Macha looked up at the older girl. "I'm sure that Aislin is just sad
that he will be losing a friend."
"What don't be silly, I'll always be his friend."
"How?"
"What do you mean?"
"You will be the wife of the Seneschal up at the Keep. With a much
higher status, he won't even be able to talk to you."
Rowena grimaced, that made sense. "I see. Well I know he is having a
hard time with no one wanting him as an apprentice. I'll just get him a
job at the Keep."
"As a servant?"
"Why not? At least we will see one another."
"Even if he wanted to be a servant or whatever job you managed to find
for him, you will still be a married woman, a friendship with another
man would be improper."
"But"
Macha rose from the ground looking the village's headman's daughter
directly in the eye. "Don't be upset, you're right, the marriage is a
good thing for the village."
"Thanks, I believe so too and I'm positive Aislin will find someone, I'm
sure of it."
"Who? Most of the town hates him." The apprentice could not understand
why. He was the most caring person she had ever known. Just because he
couldn't work in the fields, or cut down a tree didn't make him any less
of a man.
"They don't..." Rowena looked away.
"And when you leave who is going to protect him? You do know why he is
normally left alone? It's because the village knows that you two are
childhood friends. Only your father's position has kept him safe."
"Not true, he is the grandson of the Wise Woman of our village; no one
would do anything to him."
"And when she is gone who then?"
"I'll protect him."
"How; you will be at the Keep."
"I don't know...I'm sorry."
Macha sighed. "There is nothing to be sorry about. Don't worry; I'll
take good care of him. I'm an apprentice to a Wise Women, we do not
marry but there is no reason why that I cannot be by his side."
"You?"
"Yes me. All you can do now is hurt him. Trust me; I'll make sure he is
happy."
Rowena looked at the Wise Woman's cottage with tears in her eyes. "I
have to be going. I still have some chores around the house." Before
leaving, she asked one more thing. "Did my mother really get angry
because I spoke to Aislin?"
"Yes, because as I told you before it's no longer proper with you being
betrothed."
The young woman nodded then ran off, the tears streaming down her face.
Macha watched as she crossed the Village commons before turning away to
find Aislin. "It really is for the best."
Dinner ended up being a little more quiet than usual, both Ina and Macha
leaving Aislin alone to his thoughts. As the apprentice stood up to
start clearing the table, she said. "There is a strange rumor going
around the village that the Keep is thinking about removing the
obelisk."
"Foolish if it were true, such things are better left alone."
Aislin shook his head agreeing at the stupidity. "Who did you hear it
from?"
"Renny, who heard it from her brother."
"That's right; her bother works in the keep doesn't he? Gran, why would
they do such a thing?"
"I rarely understand what the nobility is thinking, Aislin. However, it
might be as simple as that Lord Kelvin dislikes the thought of a
boundary marker on his own land. I hope that it's only a rumor Macha,
that black stone still has power. I believe removing it will cause great
difficulty for our entire village."
Little did the three of them understand at the time how prophetic Ina's
words were.
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