Post by EmmaMasters on Apr 16, 2004 9:19:21 GMT -5
The fire almost dying, me arm throbbing, I sit on the forest floor and kick some dirt at the flames, who die immediately. There be days I dislike being expelled from me mother’s womb a woman. But then me Da regretted that every day, and his hands were nae bashful to make me aware of that regret.
It was nae the fact that I refused to gift me hard work and me body to a pig of a man 3 times as auld as I be as me Da wanted, or the fact that I was his eldest and as stubborn as mule, for he was that too. Nor was it that I thieved me way through life, or the law nae was a friend of mine, or that I chose to believe in the Christ that father Aethelbred told me so much aboot. Nae …to him it be much simpler. I behis eldest, and God cursed him by making me a woman, and too weak to be a smithy, I cannae cook, I cannae sew, nae make cheese or bread……..
Stands and flexes me hand carefully, smiling as the fingertips nae longer burn with the pain, they be numb. But I dinnae care, all be better then the pain that gnawed me arm fer the past fortnight. So what iffn I cannae do all these things! I can clean and scrub, harvest like nae a woman I know, catch any animal alive. I can wield a knife, and me dagger……and iffn I try a bit harder I can even tat. And then there be all the things the guid father has taught me, enjoying every moment of the words of the Christ, listening as he sings, and allows me to join, even be it I know me voice be nae scholared or anything.
Father tells me I should become a nun, as I be too auld to be wed, and God wants me to be his bride. Smirks as I walk along the forest path, me arm cradled, the auld tattered cloak around me shoulders, and I decide to find me traps, nae sure how I will open them with just me one hand, but I will find a way. Tonight I will sell me catch or eat it meself…..me stomach will nae allow me to ignore it more.
It was nae the fact that I refused to gift me hard work and me body to a pig of a man 3 times as auld as I be as me Da wanted, or the fact that I was his eldest and as stubborn as mule, for he was that too. Nor was it that I thieved me way through life, or the law nae was a friend of mine, or that I chose to believe in the Christ that father Aethelbred told me so much aboot. Nae …to him it be much simpler. I behis eldest, and God cursed him by making me a woman, and too weak to be a smithy, I cannae cook, I cannae sew, nae make cheese or bread……..
Stands and flexes me hand carefully, smiling as the fingertips nae longer burn with the pain, they be numb. But I dinnae care, all be better then the pain that gnawed me arm fer the past fortnight. So what iffn I cannae do all these things! I can clean and scrub, harvest like nae a woman I know, catch any animal alive. I can wield a knife, and me dagger……and iffn I try a bit harder I can even tat. And then there be all the things the guid father has taught me, enjoying every moment of the words of the Christ, listening as he sings, and allows me to join, even be it I know me voice be nae scholared or anything.
Father tells me I should become a nun, as I be too auld to be wed, and God wants me to be his bride. Smirks as I walk along the forest path, me arm cradled, the auld tattered cloak around me shoulders, and I decide to find me traps, nae sure how I will open them with just me one hand, but I will find a way. Tonight I will sell me catch or eat it meself…..me stomach will nae allow me to ignore it more.
