I have been working on a story for some time, and I add to it every now and then. I know that the world needs more light, truth, and beauty, and if I can produce even a tiny glimmer of that, then my imaginative effort is not in vain. In the spirit of taking the risk of sharing snippets, and trusting that someone may read what I share and connect with it, or ponder the questions raised, I am continuing to share some more chapters.
Read the Prelude HERE.
Read Chapter I HERE.
Read Chapter 2 HERE.
Read Chapter 3 HERE.
Chapter IV
She woke up from a deep sleep feeling refreshed. A brighter light came into the windows, and she got up to look out to a most picturesque scene. Sunlight streamed through branches and leaves above, scattering the rays where a misty wood was present the day before. She took a deep breath that felt long overdue. But overdue due to what? Her memory before yesterday was so cloudy. She could not even recall where she last slept. What had happened to her? Was she dreaming?
She sat at her desk again and wrote a few more pages. She suddenly had all these words inside that needed to come out. How much time had gone by she could not tell, but she heard a noise in her sitting room. Peeking around her open door, she saw an older woman placing food and drink on her table. She wore a long linen dress and an apron. Her grey hair was tucked up in a bun.
"You are so kind. Thank you." Nella said.
"It is my duty and privilege, Nella. I am Miriam, your attendant. I will serve you anything you need." Then, she bowed a little.
That explained the food last night. She thanked her again and asked her to join her at the table.
"Oh no, madam, I am here to serve."
And with that, she scuttled away quickly. Nella wished she hadn't, for she wanted to ask her questions to learn more about anything.
Sitting down, she noticed the back doors were open, letting in the cool morning air, and outside was an over-hanging porch that was big enough for a couple of chairs and a small table. Bird song echoed through all the trees, like a harmonizing chorus. This place held such natural beauty, but she wondered about the people. What did they do and who were they? Why did they need her, a mere lover of writing?
When Master Louver said she had purpose and was needed, it was a pleasant shock. She had a memory of a place in her dreams of a mass of people all led to no particular purpose. She was pushed along, knowing nobody, moved through different places. Her memory could not recall what was said, but an utter emptiness filled her as she was a speck identical to the person next to her, and yet they all tried to get ahead of her to reach something. Such a hazy memory, as she tried to focus on it, it faded even more.
She was pulled out of her thoughts by Miriam who told her to get dressed for a meeting with Master Louver. Miriam busily cleaned up the plates and she went into her room to change clothing to take on the look of this realm in a drapey linen dress with another layer, prettily embroidered on top, followed by a soft olive green jacket, and soft leather shoes.
Miriam came in with a sachel, "Bring your book and pen with you wherever you go."
The soft leather sachel was lovely, and she gladly took it, placed the book and pen in, and followed Miriam out the door.
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