Legend of Mara (Part XIII)

All the villagers arrived at the Meeting Hall and took their places. Just as Gresunda arrived the door was firmly shut in her face leaving her standing alone out in the cold.
After dark being alone was not something to do by choice. She huffed and groaned a few times before turning around and heading back home.

The Shaman stood up to call the meeting to order. One by one people stood up to voice their displeasure, nay more their disgust and down right rage about the injustice that was done. Something had to be done.

Firstly it was proposed that Gresunda would be replaced, after all they still needed six midwives. A few names were proposed and finally it was settled that Helanor would take over the duties. Unlike Gresunda she was tall, skinny and stooped. With that settled it was time to get onto the serious matter.

What were they going to do with Gresunda. The curse could not be taken back, as everyone knows once cast a curse cannot be stopped, so there had to be some form of punishment. Some suggested burning at the stake but that was vetoed as wood being too damp at the moment.

Hanging was suggested but there was no suitable tree in the village and to have to go all the way to the woods was being unrealistic as there were some of the villagers who would not be able to make it.

Finally someone came up with an idea that everyone could agree to. It was agreed that they would tie her into a Skuddle (a small type of boat with sails) and set her adrift on the ocean. This way their hands would be clean and it was up to the gods to punish her or save her as they chose.

Quickly, before their resolve could soften, they headed off to get Gresunda. When they arrived Gresunda showed no resistance and let herself be led to the beach. There they quickly tied her into the Skuddle. Gresunda sat there silent having given up all hope or fight. Without a further word she was cast off into the sea. Quickly the waves picked her up and in the matter of minutes she was lost to sight.

Without another word being spoken the villagers turned and went home.
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Posted: Aug 2011

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netman
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thelmatalla
Steve, I didn't know you could also write beautiful prose not just poetry...it needs lots of skill to write. Interesting! Bravo! But didn't really follow the past of this!bouquet teddybear bouquet
Poetnumber1
Steve it takes a genious to compose such an art,well formulated story so far,although i don't have much time to read the whole thing,i think you did a pretty well done job..Bravo.
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