Historical setting: 588 C.E. by the fire of Samhain
Dear God, what do you make of this spiritual milieu? Is it alright that we make borders around our prayers and pray only to the facet of Spirit each of us already claims? Are we of one spirit despite our differences? But if we are not one, and are of separate tribes by religions, which of us do you love? Amen.
It’s acceptable that the seer of the Pagans breaks into the quietude to assure us the spirit that bound Eve to each of us in our own ways isn’t raging just now, but longing for the child she has lost. I do also feel the loving presence of a mother. I know God herself to be mother, and I know God’s child Eve is wandering in death. It is God’s love that gives me comfort. Yet this pagan soother assumes Eve was an earthly mother, calling back from death for her own child. Without words or language spirit surely confuses things by ignoring the plotline. With us right now is a loving presence but we each seem to give it different names and expectations.
“So what of the lost child?” asks the druid.
Count Bertigan assumes they feign innocence in the child’s abduction. But I think this band of withering Pagans has no idea they are under attack from us. Here they are offering their powers to “see” into the world of the dead to help us in our stated mission to avenge the death of Eve and perhaps to find the child as well.
Rumor skews fact. I believe they had nothing to do with the slaughter of Eve or the kidnapping of Anatase. None of this ragged group of mostly old women is even brandishing swords and surely no one but our little band is prepared to do any slashing of throats.
Yet, the rumor held as fact by some of us is clearly leading the belief that they have Anatase hidden away and we must battle to win her back from the Pagan grip. What if that were so, then what? She will be with us grieving, and she will have no teacher nor will the Pagans have the young practitioner of healing we promised to return to them. Any way we think of this, it’s Daniel’s promise to return the child that has been broken. And this tribe we thought was our foe seemed to know nothing of the tragedy we are avenging until we told them of it. And now they have empathy.
(Continues Tuesday, November 9)
Lazarus Ink 