Historical Setting, cold and dark, unknown
It’s another time and a dark place. Waking happens every day to each person in a little way, but this awakening is a whole unknown future.
What future means for those who suffer is a shinning promise hoping for something better. So, you would think that those who dread the future would be those whose lives are complete in the present. But it turns out that people who are satisfied with their lot in life in a present time don’t dread the future at all. The terror comes to those who cling relentlessly to what is past. Apparently, nostalgia makes the future seem grim. Or is nostalgia simply something made of grief and it is the grief that is grim?
Time traveling as I do, with my strange circumstance of life and life again, I find the mystery of future is so often a bright starry path into a strange unknown world of new longing to savor familiar. Always we move from known into imagination. Those with oldness — or those restored into life, as I am — know this. Age is the folding crease of grief for what was once — the reckless abandonment — into a new adventure called future.
Now that I am here in the future, I can only wonder what is this place and time. Last in my memory, I’d been traveling with my son Greg, and his lover, Gaillard, soldiers and spies for the Frankish kingdom. I rode with them on their visit to the Rhine River markets. They’d been releasing birds with messages back to King Dagobert in Paris telling him, “Beware the tribes of the north that are building ships for war and also consider the Angles and the Saxons migrating from east to west.” Greg and Gaillard were preparing to buy swords and armor with the bag of gold the king had given them.
Now I am laid out under a pelt of some other creature in a storage hovel made of sticks and skins. I hear people talking outside. Enough is said in the language of Gaul that I am aware this dark place is a grave robber’s cache.
“What are you doing to me, Oos? The Wrankle Journal said there was a sack of gold with those spies! It’s mine! You give me a fake excuse and you will be investigated! Do you hear me Kings of earth? Oos is a criminal! Take her down!”
(Continues tomorrow)
Lazarus Ink 