You
finished your walk at Pine Hill Lakes Park and Carol is still working on hers,
which is much longer of course. You have a very pleasant Sunday morning, which
a few others are also enjoying at the park. Not a cloud in the sky and the
humidity isn't up so several small private planes have been up and about
leaving engine noise wake along the way. Let's work on Grandma 21. - Amorella
1100
hours. I am surprised that you feel I am ready for writing. I feel like I'm
vegging a bit today. We do have the windows open though. The cats love sitting
in the screened windows and it was very comfortable sitting, eating breakfast
and reading the Sunday paper. This, it appears, will be our outdoor activity
for the day as the heat and humidity are on the rise; and Carol already
requested we have a stop for cold drinks at McD's on Kings Mill Road before
home. A stop at Kroger's on Kings Mill before home.
1328
hours. I have transcribed 332 on Grandma 21.
Time for a break, son, and lunch, no doubt.
Drop in what you have and post. - Amorella
***
Grandma’s
Story - Twenty-One ©2013, rho wkg.
draft
“Today we meet Merlyn,” announced Renaldo,
“if he is at the encircled stone as we’ve been told."
"What good will he do for church
stories. He's only half converted from what I understand."
"Natural religions are easily altered
to Christian faith, if Merlyn is indeed half Christian then his stories may be
also. Besides," said Renaldo slyly, "the stories give him an edge so
we can see how it goes."
"He knows Greek and Latin. That's a
plus." She paused in consideration. "If we do happen to meet him, let's
begin in Greek."
"It is hard to know what manner of
man he is other than he is clothed in rumors."
"Let's go with tall, lanky, unkempt
and wild-like fellow," laughed Criteria, "sitting on a like minded
horse."
"Sounds like most any Celt of Welsh
or Scot descent one might comes across in this hill country," chuckled
Renaldo.
Further along Criteria and Renaldo slowed
their horses when they spied a man glancing back while running ahead on the
right. “I wonder if that him,” said Renaldo. “He looks the part.”
Tall, slender with wild reddish hair and
those ridiculous gray trousers. From here they look to be a hundred years old,
thought Criteria. Finally, Criteria shouted, “Would you like a ride?”
To which the running man replied in
Greek, “I have two legs, no need of four more.”
She slowed her horse to a walk while
declaring in Greek, "You are Merlyn."
He slowed his pace, smiled politely and in
Greek added, “What bee your pleasure, m’Lady?" A quick pause, then,
"Who bee your Roman companion?"
Criteria
softened and as if by previous signal Renaldo came forward and speaking in
Latin, "I am Renaldo a priest and this is my companion Criteria. We
collect stories for Rome."
"Celtic
stories?" responded Merlyn in classical Latin.
Good naturedly, Renaldo answered, "Any stories. We
understand you never tell the same tale twice. He gestured and said, "You
may ride my horse and I will with Criteria ride."
334 words
***
You
had a late lunch at Smashburgers and drove about the outskirts of town looking
at newer homes. Presently you are facing west, sitting in the shade at the far
north lot of Pine Hill Lakes Park. Carol is on page 50 of Brown's Low
Pressure. You are wondering how Grandma's 21 is going to unfold as there is
a section with Vivian in the picture with Merlyn and Criteria and Renaldo.
1509 hours. It sounds interesting to
do but in the original the set up is with who Vivian is, or rather, was in the
original. -- (1527) - I have
pulled lines, some 1660 words from the original soul cut to add to come to a
conclusion of only about 440 more. This is a lot of condensing and deleting but
I feel it fits within the story, at least as of now. What do you think,
Amorella?
You are between two parallel tracks, boy,
and even if condensed it would still need a 'kicker' to end the segment with. -
Amorella
I need a break then.
First, I will go through with what you have
here, these 1660 words some of which are from your soul's bones. We will
complete Grandma's 21 today. Take your break. Carol is on page 77 of Low
Pressure; thus showing the sense of time in another's personal setting. -
Amorella
1559 hours. We are home. Carol is watering
the flowers; the recycle and waste bins are outside by the garage and I swept
the garage floor. It is a beautiful and warm August day in Mason, Ohio.
1707
hours. I am ready to continue with Grandma 21.
Good, let's get to it.- Amorella
You had left over stuffed peppers for
supper, watched the news and a recent "Suits". Since you have been
working on Grandma 21 and find yourself surprised at its completion. -Amorella
2213 hours. I cannot at this moment tell what it says as the words are
still jumbled about my head. I am not sure it draws a straight line from
beginning to end, but the concluding prophecy for Merlyn is a twist I enjoy, at
least at the moment. Holistically, the segment appears to make sense but this
is the story without the words attached. Surely this must sound odd, but
someplace within I understand this segment without a word from memory. - rho
Interesting, boy; but I don't know what you
want me to do about it. Add Grandma 21 then post. No more tonight. - Amorella
***
Grandma’s
Story 21 ©2013, rho, draft for GMG.Vol.1
Both
were surprise to find Merlyn leading them from the main road to an unobserved
grassy path where the walked the horses in an awkward quietness for most of the
afternoon. As they were coming upon a rise Merlyn said, "This travel has
been for the comfort of the Lady. We are about to enter the grounds of the
Stones where I have royal guests.
Ever
so politely Criteria asked, "How did you guess my royalty, Merlyn?"
“The
voice, m’Lady, "undresses the disguise. I know these things, as did my
predecessor Taliesin-the-Bard.
“I
cannot tell where you are from Merlyn,” said Criteria in a flirtatious mood.
“I
set my dialect to match your own m’Lady, it is a part of my stock and trade.”
In
undisguised resentment Renaldo interrupted, “We are here, Sir, on behalf of
Rome to transcribe and collect stories for the Bishop.”
"I
am not one for titles, Renaldo," quipped Merlyn. "My interest here is
building blood. You see the three ladies standing by the pond. They are of the
House of Avallon, you two shall meet these sisters first."
Hesitant,
Criteria declared, "My uncle was
King in Greece. However, my work is common within the Church of Rome."
"Royal
blood rises or falls together," grumbled Merlyn. Shortly we will be done
with this.
Should
I begin with Holy Island or Merlyn, thought Criteria upon approaching the three
with Merlyn at her side. The Queen, Igraine, smiling and extending her hand in
kindly tone said, "I am glad Merlyn invited you, Prince Criterion of
Greece."
Having
forgot who she really was, Criteria stood momentarily startled.
"Please
meet my sisters, Morgause and Viviane."
"Did
you ever meet the Bishop of Rome, himself, Prince Criterion?" asked
Morgause.
She
showed them her ring, "You are charmingly social overwhelmingly
friendly," commented Criteria, "I am sure we are in some ways cousins
and share blood, but first you need know this is but a disguise for Rome and
safer travel. No one knows of my womanhood save Renaldo my priestly
companion."
Upon
the further introduction Queen Igraine modestly whispered for all to hear,
"Your secret is frozen within us. What secret is it in the man that you
the woman now know?"
First,
the laughter then the quiet talk, concluded Merlyn as the chat meandered into
the great house for further discussion.
In
due time Morgause commented, “we are envious of our sister, but it is our
husbands’ fault not hers. The men do not have the ambitions we three have.”
“You
work within Columba’s league,” suggested Criteria.
“We
work within the Celtic church. We are women of the old ways because of our
mother. We did not always get along with her, and we do not get along with each
other. This meeting is political theatre.”
Deciding
she could put her trust in them, Criteria said, “Merlyn told me he has a plan.”
“Merlyn
always has a plan,” laughed Viviane. “He said the spirits will be here with us
when he tells his story.”
Criteria
reflected aloud, “He didn’t tell me he had a story to tell.”
In
a while with Criteria and Renaldo, Morgause, seemingly alone, commented, “We
are envious of our sister, but it is our husbands’ fault not hers. The men do
not have the ambitions we three have.”
With
this Criteria abruptly commented, “You work within Columba’s league against
Rome.”
“We
are Greek also,” replied Igraine in quick surprise to her younger sister, “Our
line flows from Abraham and Sarah through Troy.”
“I
know you have Greek blood through Princess Argotta,” said Criteria. “We are no
doubt cousins, but the Church feels you have a story of another notable
bloodline.”
More
quietly Morgause noted, “We have the blood of Joseph of Arimathea.”
"And,"
added Viviane with Merlyn at her side, "perhaps James, the brother of
Jesus."
Queen
Igraine coldly eyed Merlyn while adding sarcastically, “We use the Dead as they
use us."
Suddenly
standing as stone among these few, Merlyn's eyes rolled into the top of his
head and he thought these unscheduled prophetic words he could not, in those
days of life, come to say aloud.
In these books
Grandma has the gift of gab,
For Merlyn’s
crystal to send this private confab;
The Dead speak
short; the Dead speak true,
This fiction, my
earthy child is set in you.
724
words
***
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