Between a road trip to my state’s capital, and turning 30, the next installment of the story will be next week. Enjoy from now till then!
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Chronicles of the Angels of Eden: Chapter 26
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Chapter 26
The next day the inn-keeper brought Enoch to a stable where he could find steady work cleaning up after the horses in order to pay his way for the time he decided to stay in the community. After a month or so of living in Nod, he heard the inn-keeper discuss his son-in-law Cain one night.
“Forgive me,” interrupted Enoch, “but did you just speak of Cain, son of the first man existent?”
The inn-keeper gave Enoch a queer stare as was often the case when Enoch spoke, “I don’t know about first man existent, we can count humanity’s roots back thousands of years, but I do have a son-in-law who lives a short distance from here . . .”
Enoch ignored the absurdity of the inn-keeper’s notion that anything had existed even a thousand years before, let alone several thousand. He motioned the inn-keeper to bring his ear closer to his own face before asking, “Do you happen to know if Cain has done anything in his past of which he might be deeply regretful?”
The inn-keeper stood upright quickly, looked deeply into Enoch’s eyes, and nodded his head gravely.
“Do you happen to know,” inquired Dedicated, “is Cain, brother of Abel, still alive?
. . .
Enoch was very surprised to learn that an entire village shared his name, and that Cain’s son had been given also the same name he had been given. He journeyed to the city of Enoch as quickly as his legs would allow to seek out his cousin and great, great, great, great uncle. Following closely behind him since he had left the land East of Eden, through Nod, and now to the city of Dedicated, were Childreth, Kakarnan, Randolfy, and Lemisslept.
Quick on their feet, the four angels following behind Dedicated improvised stories about being wanderers from other lands as they marveled, and were quite confused, that humans existed other places than where they had observed the descendents of the the first man and first woman they witnessed being created. They were shocked to perceive adam living independently from the creation of the first pair they were given to know about. Such revelation made them question their own existences. They tried to push these growing concerns to the backs of their minds, however, as they were determined to follow through on their current mission to keep track of Enoch, descendent of Placed.
It was on the outskirts of the city of Enoch that they were greeted warmly by Taolith and Gendlebleth, who were just leaving the city as their watch was coming to an end. “Go with Gendlebleth, brothers,” Taolith smiled warmly upon them after formal greetings came to an end, “I will tell those on active watch to monitor Enoch as he seeks Enoch. The others will have much to tell you of the past several hundred years, and what wonders our daughter-sister Casarta has the capability of . . .”
With that, they were led to the encampment of the angels who had followed after Created.
. . .
At the door of the home of Cain, Enoch knocked. A young-looking man with a scar on his forehead answered the door and greeted Enoch, “Hello. How may I help you?”
“Good afternoon sir,” began Dedicated, “I am looking for Created, son of Man and Living, who I have been told lives at this house. Have I come here in error?”
Cain paused for a moment before responding, “It is not wide knowledge in this land the name of my parents, stranger. Who would like to find the man named by his parents Created?”
Enoch looked hard at Cain before continuing, “How is this possible? You look so young. You cannot be the Created who slew his brother Emptiness over nine hundred years ago!
“Forgive me. I am the great, great, great grandson of Appointed, brother of Created and Emptiness, who knew neither of these brothers, for both were no longer within his father’s house at the time of his birth. . .”
Now it was Cain who was looking hard at Dedicated before responding, “You mean to say that my father had a son, Seth, and that you are his descendent?”
“Yes, sir. I am your great, great, great, great nephew, Enoch.”
“Then no wonder you are confused by my appearance. In point of fact, you are not the first who has been, and frankly even I am deeply troubled that my own son looks older than I do by hundreds of years. Please come in, perhaps you would like to meet my first-born son, who shares your name? He was about to leave, but I doubt he will want to miss conversation with a distant cousin from a life I left behind me long ago. . .”
With that, Dedicated entered the home of Created.
Angeles of Eden Chronicles: Chapter 24
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Chapter 24
Enoch led a gifted life. Having a town named after him earned him the respect of all who lived there and those who even were merely passing through. Honored, though he was to be glorified by the place of his existence by those who existed there, so too was he humbled by his father who had dedicated his life to the existence of others even long before he had been introduced to the light of the sun, or tasted the air without which he could not imagine being. All the more humbling the shadow of his father fell upon him that he should dedicate his life to others where once his father had taken the life of his own brother in vein. As he learned to till the soil and plant his seed, Dedicated embraced the reality that while the work of his hands led to his own sustenance, beyond the sustenance of his family, others too benefited from what he grew. As he wiped the dirt from his hands he understood fully his father’s sadness that where once the earth sang to him as though to her intimate lover, because of his betrayal to those whom he was commanded from on high to feed, so he was cursed to live a life limited in what he could provide those around him. As he understood the work of his own hands, he understood that his father had Dedicated his own life to never wander crippled to his own purpose for existence as his father had crippled himself.
Likewise, Cain smiled brightly the first time he saw his son attempt to lift a hoe when he was little more than two years old. All the more proud of his son when he was to taste the fruits of Enoch’s first harvest nine years later.
Then came the day, 21 years after his son was born, so was born to Dedicated City Has Witnessed. For when Enoch had discussed with his wife, they decided that as he perceived what his own life would be, Irad would decide his own course based on what the city of Dedicated had become. In this name they had affirmed that if the good his father had attempted to sew in Enoch were to live on, so it would be solidified in what their son did with his understanding of what had come before him.
As they elucidated to their selves their hope for their son’s future, so did the angels incarnate of humanity witness what the word directed most likely the City would be.
. . .
Meanwhile, as Enoch and Irad grew up, so too did Casarta. Now very much a beautiful young woman, Antagnous, Lousitous, and Gendlebleth took her some distance from the city of Dedicated along with Taolith and Lajiel. It had been decided that if Casarta’s mind was capable of disrupting the lives of those whom the angels were hoping not to make aware of the true nature of their existences, then Casarta must learn to be ever-vigilant of her own mind, and that based on its previous wanderings, that might take practice. No one knew what her mind was capable of, least of all Casarta, so, they decided on the wisdom of sending her off relatively alone for a time so that she could discern the full scope of what her mind could do.
While angels would come from closer to Dedicated to bring news and share some time with their brethren, Antagnous and Gendlebleth never left Casarta’s encampment.
And so she began practicing.
They verified that her dreams did not come to life while she slept. They discovered that the weather could be turned a short time by her mind, though rain that fell fed no flower, and left only dry soil after it had fallen. They found that she could move permanent objects with the objects created by her mind, and that what her mind created could be sustained to last as long as her focus on what was created could be held. And she spent a very long time practicing the dismissal of thoughts from her mind which she had not called to her mind very specifically. So long as her thoughts were centered in the reality that was at her hand, nothing more nor less was create, and when her mind did wander, returning it to the ground at her feet dispersed the possibility of impossibility that otherwise was inclined to be made physical but momentarily.
So too did the angels learn about the powers of their own minds made physical with the laws that governed the minds of other humans in whose images theirs had been created. Isolated in a small group from the rest of their kind, they found that they could communicate with each other rather effectively merely by glancing at each other. In fact, in some instances it was as though they could hear would the other thought before they spoke it out loud. While they were unable to make manifest solid forms out of thin air, like Casarta, they seemed to be able to hear something of each other even over the long expanse of space between where they spent some years dwelling, and the village set up miles outside of Enoch.
In fact, even though they could not create something out of nothing, what they did find was that often they would have a thought materialize in what was already present. Gendlebleth would think himself hungry and mere minutes later a large lizard would appear, and he had but to call upon Antagnous to kill the lizard for dinner. Another time they found themselves running out of water; shortly thereafter Taolith, walking along to be alone without thought, found her way to a nearby spring they’d not known about before. It was as though their minds discovered already create what they’d not yet known they would need, always waiting mere steps away to be discovered. They came to find that while they could not create from nothingness, their own minds, in their way, did shape the reality they came to experience. Even emotion seemed to physically dictate the results they’d experience from day to day. Though Casarta was gifted, it seemed mankind as well had thoughts at their disposal to shape reality as they were capable of conceiving it.
As they reflected on what their own minds seemed capable of, and Casarta honed the focus of her personal mind, the way the city of Dedicated took shape made sense to them all within the context of the many conceptions the people of the city put into its inner workings every day.
Chronicles of the Angels of Eden: Chapter 22
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Chapter 22
“Then why have we not seen such materializations from nothingness before?”
“That doesn’t mean that they have not transpired in the past, Antagnous. I heard a story from one of Cain’s new attendants of a horse mysteriously appearing in his eating room, and then disappearing into the air while he was still living in Nod. That story was from around the time we moved from Nod.”
Gernow spoke next, “I too heard a story about a lamb dancing on its hind-legs and singing before vanishing without trace only a couple months ago in Cain.”
Casarta spoke up as the angels discussed whether these stories, along with what Caldas and Handoroth had seen, could in any way be linked to Casarta herself, “These instances, while the stories you describe as second-hand accounts are not exact, nonetheless sound very much like wanderings my mind has had from time to time.”
Again the village of angels stared at the young, red girl. And so spoke up Ternaddain, “Have you seen these ‘wanderings of your mind’ made flesh in any instance of pondering them, child?”
“Well, no,” she answered, “but I can’t deny that the timing and the instances described bear great resemblance to what I can remember of certain images I considered in my thoughts.”
Darwith spoke next, “When you have made these images in your mind, Casarta, did you ascribe a place to them?”
Casarta shook her head, “No, Darwith, I think only of something that the laws of the existence set out by Our Common Mother Universal Endlessness could not abide in functional reality. I never think so far as location as I always imagine these things as what could not exist to begin with.”
“Then, Casarta,” continued Darwith, “I recommend a test. Think of something happening right here in the middle of our circle as you would be inclined on the average day in which you ‘let your mind wander.’”
“What shall I conceive?” Asked Casarta.
“Think of two rabbits doing something in the middle of our circle which they would not otherwise be inclined to do . . .”
Gendlebleth shuddered for a moment at the mention of rabbits, then silenced his accustomed automatic impulses associated with the small furry creatures as he anticipated what might happen next.
Casarta thought for a moment in silence, then turned her attention to the middle of the circle to see if anything would come out of the unlikely scenario her imaginings led her to conceive.
For a moment, nothing happened. And then, suddenly, in the middle of the circle appeared two bunnies.
Initially they just sat there. One scrunched its nose a bit, the other hopped around a little. The angels looked intently upon the creatures, but were less than impressed that they hadn’t arrived simply without being noticed. Then, one of the bunnies started hopping in reverse around the other bunny.
Faster and faster the rabbit started running a reverse circle around the other. The angels began having to shield their eyes from the dirt being kicked up in their direction as dust rose up making the stationary rabbit almost completely non-visible. Then from out of the dust the other rabbit flew off into the air, its forward paws straight in front of it as it soared into the night toward the stars. The other rabbit suddenly bounded onto Gendlebleth’s shoulder, kissed him on the cheek, and vanished into thin air.
As Gendlebleth felt the scrunching of the rabbit’s nose against his chin, he fainted on the spot.
Noting the ring left behind after the dust had settled, Antagnous commented under her breathe, “Well, I guess that answers that.”
Once again all those around the circle turned their attention to Casarta. Casarta felt the stare of all her tribe upon her, though nonetheless, couldn’t help but have to suppress the giggles automatically finding their way to her lips.
Chronicles of the Angels of Eden: Chapter 21
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Chapter 18 . . . (Where we last left Cain)
Chapter 21
Enoch sat at his father’s feet, “Abba, how did you get that scar on your forehead?”
Cain stirred in his chair as his mind raced through his own father’s words to him after his head had landed on the rock upon which he had been thrown years prior. “Son, I knew this day would come eventually, but I did not think you would be only five years old before I’d be considering answering it for the first time . . .”
As they were leaving Nod Camphire explained to Cain the benefits of never keeping his crime a secret to the people of Nod, nor to anyone else he would meet along his path in life. She was adamant as well that no matter what he said to others on the subject he ever only be honest with their children, “For if we should lie to our children, then they should not trust us as they learn the awkwardness of taking full responsibility for their own actions and the the responsibility they have for the consequences that will inevitably result. As they lean toward lying to themselves, it is their trust in us that may prevent them from believing their own lies as they would learn to accept as the law of existence any lie we would demonstrate to them in lieu of what is.” Gravely Cain nodded his assent as she admonished him the consequences of acting out of his shame rather than fighting against it so as to respond to his past by creating his future from the wish of his heart to be whole again where once by his own hand it was broken.
“The truth is, son, my father acted out of his rage toward me after I had done the worst thing a person can do, and I landed hard on a rock where you see the scar I now bear.”
Enoch’s face shadowed over as he asked the obvious question, “What is the worst thing you can do that you did to make your father angry with you, Father?”
“The worst thing a man can do, Enoch, is to kill his brother.”
Enoch began to contemplate his father’s words as he considered the life growing in his mother’s belly.
. . .
And so, knowing his father’s story, Dedicated strove to live up to his name within the context of the town with which he shared it. A village of his parents, their friends and acquaintances, his brothers and sisters, and the occasional chance passer by. While it was rare one in route to Nod would stay in Dedicated to rest before continuing their journey, every several months a pair of angels in humanity’s clothing would come under such pretense. In this way, the development of Cain and his offspring were monitored that the angels might learn further how to serve.
Incognito envoys were sent regularly to Nod to monitor other human interaction, and the angels kept their camp miles to the west of Dedicated where they existed unseen. While all the monitoring was taking place, and the angels learned about their own physical existence and the existence of adam, Casarta explored and spied in her own right, always from a distance sure from the sight of those who shared her form, but not her origin; not the particular hue of her skin.
It was one day while she was spying on the town from its outskirts that she was having a bit of a day dream. She was envisioning herself at the center of a flock of crows encircling her. In her vision, the crows came to where she sat and flocked together so that their wings were joined and she was able to ride upon their backs, which formed as though one gigantic crow which carried her high into the sky and let her see the earth as they saw.
As she was having this vision at the outskirts of the town, Handoroth and Caldas were masquerading as visitors, being led through the town’s center. As they were being shown to a place they would be allowed to stay for several nights, and told that the town would gladly share of their food and water to these passers-by who were happy to share with the town some of the goods they carried from lands “far away,” suddenly the sun was engulfed and a shadow fell upon them all. Looking up, all who had sight perceived dozens of crows descend upon them. And, lo, they amassed together in the town’s center and stood silent together as though waiting. Handoroth and Caldas stared at each other, asking the same question of each other, and giving the same answer in reply.
For ten minutes they stood watching the birds who held together virtually motionless while the people of the town remained huddled close to the ground, occasionally peeking out at the birds from under arms covering their heads. After about ten minutes passed, the birds vanished as though into thin air. Handoroth and Caldas spent the next evening, as well as the next several days, convincing the people of the town that the birds were not an ill omen as the townsfolk busied themselves sacrificing animals in the hopes of appeasing God, who was clearly very angry with them for some reason they did not understand.
After spending a week in the village “resting” from their “long” journey, and spending much time calming the village, Caldas and Handoroth returned once more to their own village to confer with their brethren. As they were telling the story of what they had seen, Casarta joined the meeting of the angels.
“Why, that sounds exactly like the daydream I was having several days ago.”
All the angels turned and stared at Casarta.
“What?” Asked Casarta.
“We do not believe in coincidences.” Darwith replied.
Chronicles of the Angels of Eden: Chapter 20
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Chapter 20
Enoch sat at his father’s feet, “Abba, why do we exist?”
Jared raised an eyebrow in response, “That’s quite a question for a five year old, Enoch.” He stared at his son for a few moments while Enoch stared back, still, silent, awaiting a response. Jared stroked his chin as he slowly began to speak again, “The truth is, son, I don’t really know. But I’m sure God had a very good reason.” Jared folded his arms and reclined, contented that he had answered his child’s question well.
“Who is God, Daddy?”
The contentment left Jared’s face as he became again tense. “Why, He’s the creator of us!”
“Then, can you take me to him so that I can ask him why he created us, father?”
“Well, son, as far as I know, the last person to have a conversation with God was your Great, Great, Great, Great Grandfather Adam. If the question is still with you in the Spring time, I suppose you could ask him at the time in which we celebrate his creation and the fact that he is the origin of all of our existences, if you like . . .”
“You can’t just ask him now, father?”
“Well, son, it is a bit of a journey from where we are. And, being as young as you are, I’m not sure how the old man would receive your question since you are so young. But, as I said before, if this question burns inside of you with such sincerity that you would still retain it till the time of the celebration of his existences beginning, I’m sure he will be intrigued enough, and be impressed enough by the sincerity of the invention-of-mind by the furthest reaches of his creativity, you, that he will be happy to answer you with the full extent of what he thinks the most useful answer to your questions could be.”
Enoch was hardly satisfied by his father’s answer. But, content that his question was a sincere one, and tormented so by his question accordingly, he decided that he would wait the short life-time to the Spring so that he could receive the answer from the one person his father claimed could answer it.
. . .
Amidst the festivities of the spring, sitting upon an ornate chair hand-carved by his grandson Human Being, Adam sat watching the existences he had created enjoying existence around him. From out of the crowd walked Descent in hand with Dedicated. Descent spoke first, “Great, Great, Great Grandfather, I honor your creation upon this day! My son, Dedicated, if it be pleasing to you on this day of the joy of your existence, has an unusual question which he would like to ask you that has been troubling him, apparently for some time.”
“Of course!” Responded the 627-year-old man with a wide beaming smile toward his five-year-old great, great, great, great grandson. “I’ve been alive long enough that I welcome anything one of my creations deems ‘unusual.’ What is this vexation of the mind that has you disturbed, so very young Dedicated? Please, sit on my knee.”
And so the young Enoch climbed atop his ancient ancestor’s knee, “Great, Great, Great, Great Grandfather, what I asked my father months ago, which he apparently couldn’t answer was, why do we exist? To which my father responded that God has a good reason, so I asked if I could talk to God so that I could meet him and talk to him myself. Dad said if anyone knows where God is so I could ask him, it would be you.” Dedicated recollected his breath as Man answered him. Smiling, Adam replied, “You exist, my young descendent, so that God could look at Itself. If you wish to ask of God, you have but to silence your own voice completely, and any question you could have will quickly be answered.”
Dedicated stared up at the old man with eyes wide and mouth agape as he found himself silent and looking into the first eyes that ever perceived existence. He nodded, thanked his Great, Great, Great, Great Grandfather, then climbed off of his knee. Dedicated found himself silent from the moment his feet touched the ground, to the moment he took his father’s hand as they made their way home from the gathering, until finally he was tucked into his bed. That night Enoch dreamed of sitting in the middle of a field, all alone, on a warm summer day, staring at a doe several feet off, not a thought in his head.
Chronicles of the Angels of Eden: Chapter 18
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Chapter 18
Cain knew his wife, and as she was getting to know him, she asked the obvious question, “Husband, how did you come by this scar upon your head?” She asked this one night while brushing away a bit of his hair to kiss the very spot upon his forhead.
“Camphire, if there is anyone walking the Earth who deserves to know my life, of which I am deeply ashamed before I met you, certainly it is you who deserves to know her husband with whom she creates life.” And Cain told Camphire about the murder of his brother, and his exile from his parents home. He wept in shame as he bore himself naked before his wife, “My mother’s shrillness rages through me with every passing moment of my life. Where once I sacrificed the best of my labors to Existence which created me, now it is the sound of her response to my existence which humbles me and decides every action of my hand ever more. If any part of me is good, it is that I try ever to silence in me the sound of her cries to behold what she created together with the love of my father.”
Camphire reached her hands to Cain’s face and kissed him where his head had hit rock few years prior. “As you have shown me nothing but the work of your hands to create what is useful to share with others, and the tenderness of your touch, husband, from the time you arrived, every part of you creates in this land good. That I could silence the voice within you with my kiss, I would be happy to give to my husband what he has brought unto me.”
“Camphire, my shame is the blood of my brother on my hands. All I touch is stained with his good he can never share because of me. If any good come of my hands, it is only because, even in death, his blood makes good what my touch would profane.”
“Cain, do you think you’re the first man to kill another man?”
At this question the watch by their window glanced at each other as similar thoughts entered their heads.
“But your touch is inspired by the man you wish to be, not the man that your brother might have been.”
“I did think I was the first, Cami, but if others have spilled blood as I have, even they would not take the life their mother created after them. It was my job to keep my brother from harm Cami. I would ask another to strike me down if I thought I would not then curse the life of another as I have cursed myself! No, my existence is worth only what good I can create to replace the evils of my being. It is my mother and my brother that speak through me where Cain is exiled from my mind for good!”
Camphire shed a tear to hear her husband speak so, nonetheless she knew the laws of Nod, and knew that in interest of the life now growing inside her, she would have to teach her husband Nod’s law, and recommend setting out the sooner the better.
. . .
Under the direction of his wife, Cain first told Growvner privately of his past. Then with Growvner and Camphire beside him, he informed Camphire’s father about how he had come to find his way through the man’s doorway so many months prior.
“She has informed me of the laws of this town, sir, and before the rest of them find out, we thought it best if we honor the laws of this town and set out as soon as we can. While you may decide not to make this news public, we cannot conceive teaching our children to lie and further insult the Existence that created us and has thus far had mercy upon my own house, though I shame myself to continue living.”
“Cain, it would be a greater shame if you left my daughter to feed her child alone, and perhaps even a greater shame to take from her the light she seems to think you have brought to her life. Of course we will help you.”
A month later, the inn-keeper, Growvner, Cain, and his wife set out a full three days journey from Nod. With them came a boy apprentice of Growvner’s to tend Cain’s fields under Cain’s driection. Growvner arranged with the boy that in exchange for his continued apprenticeship with Cain, and indefinite work with him to supply food for a new center of being existence for Cain’s family and any who enjoyed that center of existence, the boy would be given choice of one of his beautiful daughters who came of age, provided of course there be no objection from her. He further agreed that should they all object, he would honor his arrangement by finding for him a wife who would not deny him the feeling of ease that is proper to a man and woman connecting to create together further life.
Upon arriving three days journey from Nod, they set to work building a dwelling at once.
“Despite your protestations, son-in-law, this place will be a magnet for those interested in growing crops and sharing in the wisdom of a man who has known pain, and strives with himself to cause the pain he has known no more. What will you call the city you found this day?”
“Sir, you like me too much for I to be able to consider you my father. But, your daughter and I were discussing possibilities along the way. We plan on naming our child ‘Dedicated’ when it is born. It will be dedicated to understanding why the work of its hands has the power to shape the vision of the life others see, and know the weight that that power carries with it. Our city, should it become such, will therefore be named after our child and as our child. It shall be called also ‘Dedicated’ that any who enter know that we strive always with the worst of what has come before that what comes after might somehow be better, and not make said profanities ever but a curse to all who behold them.”
The inn-keeper nodded his head and smiled, “Son-in-law, despite you, I think still my daughter made a wise choice in keeping you.”
A drop of tear fell down to the smile that emitted like a beam of sun from behind a cloud toward the man that had co-created the wife Cain knew and loved.
. . .
The angels, aware of the plan for Cain and Camphire to move in compliance with the laws of Nod that state that murderers may visit Nod, but must live a minimum three days journey from Nod’s very outskirts, they made arrangements to find a place where they could set a new camp where they would not be seen, but could ever observe. They decided that they would claim themselves as a city made under similar circumstance as Cain if they were ever encountered, and that they would take extra pains ever to keep Gendlebleth from Cain’s sight. Likewise, they also considered appropriate measures that Casarta’s red skin would not be seen by a wayward passer by.
As the angels were passing by Nod the morning after Cain and his family had left, Casarta, cloaked in hooded garments, was having a conversation with Telnaxson, “I am so very fond of those four legged pony beasts Telly. I do wish one morning I could wake up to find one standing outside my tent, ready to be ridden over to breakfast.”
Later in the day a young girl in Nod was surprised to find a pony standing outside of her bedroom. Thinking she must still be dreaming, she got onto its back and began riding it through her house. Her parents, eating breakfast at the table, stopped and stared as a pony being ridden to breakfast suddenly vanished, and the girl fell to the ground below, crying in pain as she hit the ground.
Angels of Eden Chronicles: Chapter 17: Part 2
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What I really wanted was to end the chapter with Cain taking his wife. Anyway, here’s the conclusion to this chapter . . .
Chapter 17: Part 2
As the first year passed, while watching the farmer ply his trade, Cain began to make suggestions to the man. At first the farmer was a bit put off that a mere apprentice would make suggestion about how to run his farm, but he was quick to consider that he did not know this boy’s full background and that he had been brought to the farm to begin with because perhaps he did in fact have some experience with raising crops. While he was not one to be disrespected in his own fields, he knew well the wisdom of listening to others whose minds had experiences, and therefore understanding, differing with his own. After seeing the probable wisdom in some of Cain’s suggestions, when the first harvest came since Cain’s arrival, he suspected it was more than mere coincidence that the yield was greater by far than he had ever seen in his life. And to his mind, the second harvest grown under Cain’s suggestions proved it.
After that first year, the farmer had a conversation with Cain. “Cain, you obviously have considerable talent when it comes to bringing life from the ground. You have a fine grasp of making tools, and you have come to know what is good here to grow with ease. If you are willing to relinquish to me half your yield for five years, and would perhaps consider to continue to throw some suggestions my way as to my own work, I’ll gladly give you, to start, three acres with which to grow your crops the coming year, and ten acres the following four to give you time to earn your own piece of land to tend. And of course I still have a trick or two to teach you, but, what do you say? Are you ready to start growing your own?”
Cain’s face suddenly came over pale, and he very noticeably hesitated before answering the farmer as he recalled his father’s words to him. The words echoing in his head ‘the ground will no longer yield its strength to you,’ Cain slowly responded. “Growvner, there is nothing more I should want in my life than that the Earth would yield to me It’s strength and Her fruits, but in my heart it is my surest belief that should I plant pomegranate, and sesame, and radish, only thistle would be yielded come harvest.”
The farmer spoke as though seeing his best friend recently drowned, “Your skills are sure as any I’ve seen. Your mind keener maybe than mine when it comes to the soil. Surely you’ll accept three acres for one year’s time that you may see the Earth bestow upon you her abundance. Be I wrong, which I cannot fathom, I’ll hold you to no harm for honoring me by an attempt.”
Cain stared straight into the eyes of his benefactor before acquiescing, “For you, who have given me food, shelter, clothing, and work as close to the Earth as I believe I am capable, I will assent to your extraordinary generosity, but understand, the soil bears no love for me though I love her from the entirety of my being. I will try for your sake, though I think the ground will not forgive me the single betrayal I unwittingly committed against her.”
Growvner smiled nervously to hear his friend speak of betrayal, and decided not to press him further that night. Though he was concerned to see the look in Cain’s eye in the shadow of the scar on his head, his heart was made gladdened that his apprentice had agreed to work a piece of his land.
. . .
And so, when the harvest did arrive, unlike Cain, the farmer was stunned to find that the only thing that grew on the land he had given Cain to tend was weeds.
“You have not tended this soil! Why would you not even try?”
“But Grovner, I did try. I have worked harder these past months than ever in my life, I tell you quite simply that I am cursed. Let the grooves in the ground show you my hands have labored even if the weeds do not!”
“If you had even thrown a handful of seed at the earth it would have proven more fruitful than this. You lie!”
“I do not lie! Try me one more planting season. Give me three rows of soil, just three rows next to your own land. Let me work with you as I have last year, and watch as I plant these three rows over the next several months by my own hand. Observe yourself if my methods or lacking, and watch as death rises from what I plant next to the life that rises by your hands!”
And acquiescing, several months later, indeed no food grew where Growvner had seen himself the skillful work done that should have yielded any plant at all worthy for food.
“What have you done, boy, that you are so cursed?”
“Sir, you have been fully good to me in every way, and I’d like to think that in some ways I have repaid that kindness in turn and done for you the best work I am capable of. Please, though, do not ask me to reveal to you my shame.”
The farmer paused in thought for several minutes before responding. “Kid, let’s head down to the inn and get a drink.” And the farmer never asked the question of Cain again.
. . .
At the inn a beautiful woman sang for the patrons of the bar. As Cain and Growvner and the inn-keeper drank together, Cain asked of the inn-keeper, “Who is this beautiful woman who sings like the bloom of the Rose of Sharon at daybreak?”
“That would be my daughter.” Responded the inn-keeper.
Cain looked the man in the eye uncertain what to say.
“Camphire, come here a moment.” The inn-keeper smiled to shout this at her as he continued to keep his gaze on Cain’s. When she walked over he introduced the two, “Camphire, this is Cain.” Cain’s face turned bright pink as he met her, but his color was hid by the darkness of the room, and his tone was bold when he said hello to the girl, and they began to talk. As they talked, Growvner took the inn-keeper aside.
“She is about the right age for marriage, and I tell you the boy is committed to his work and has a good, strong heart about him. I think he’ll be working with me for a long time, might you be interested in discussing a price by which they might continue getting to know each other for the rest of their lives?”
“You’re willing to pay for this boy to be a part of my family, Growvner?”
“I am, you wily old rascal, unless you have an objection.”
“If my daughter has no objection, than neither do I! I’ll expect to not have to worry about eating for the next several years though . . .”
“As long as you don’t mind me tasting some of the stronger results of my grapes on the house from time to time, I think we have an arrangement that will be a happiness for our town for times long to come.”
And Camphire had no objections.
Gendlebleth, watching alongside Zarnuchtron in the shadows outside of the inn, was filled with joy for the first time he could remember since arriving to existence in terms of human form. It was momentary, and quickly he began to shudder from the combination of that joy and the fact of the pain of the rest of his existence, but he was happy to see Cain on his way to having enjoyment in his life for the first time since he had been driven from his mother’s home.
. . .
Elsewhere, overlooking the town of Nod, Casarta was having a conversation with her mother. “Antagnous, we haven’t had meat to eat in a week. Can’t we just run one of us down to Zarnuchtron to tell him to bring some partridges to roast. Or won’t you allow me to sneak onto the farm where Cain works to steal a partridge or three for us to eat?”
“No one else of us eats as you do Casarta. I’d allow you to sneak off with a partridge as you request if not for the fact that if one of those in Nod see you with your skin, I think we will have troubles even worse than when Cain rose against his brother. If it were easier to communicate with the watchers below I’d put a word to them for your sake, but, I am confident Gendlebleth will bring us a bird in not too long a time; he’s very good about bringing you food. Meanwhile, I’ll convene a meeting about starting to raise animals up here since this hill may be our home for quite a while.”
“Antagnous, I do wish that a roast partridge were capable of materializing out of the winds themselves that my belly and tastes might be sated. Though I am grateful for the almonds and lentils I’ve had to eat this night, and know that you are right about Gendy bringing me good foods as he always does. It does seem like it would be easier for him to carry the birds, of course, if he were capable of killing them himself . . .”
Somewhere in the town of Nod a gust of wind blew past the covering of a front door as a family sat down to dinner. As that gust reached the table, the scent of a freshly roasted partridge filled the nostrils of the family looking on at the almonds and lentils they were about to eat. Before the gust passed by the table, several partridges appeared, brown and apparently moist. They stared at each other for a moment, then in unison thanked existence for the nutrition they were blessed to have upon their table, and began pass pieces of the succulent, aromatic bird around for all to share. They all thought that never had they tasted so fine a partridge, yet all noticed later that when they were done, they felt less than full; it was a feeling in their bellies as though all they’d eaten was lentils and almonds, and and only what little they’d eaten once they’d filled most of their bellies with bird at that.
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