The Heir of King Meldh, Copyright 2004 by S.J.E. Brainerd
Kriki's Gift, Copyright 2013 by S.J.E. Brainerd

Friday, January 25, 2008

Chapter I, Reading 12

The second pouch contained a golden hair comb. The back of the comb was carved into the shape of the spread wings of a swan with the bird's head gracefully folded over the right wing. The fine teeth of the comb were closely spaced so it would stay securely in a woman's hair. The only part of the comb that would be visible in her hair would be the swan. It would make a pretty ornament.
There were fine strands of auburn hair in the comb, which she pulled free and fingered gently. Could these delicate strands possibly have belonged to her mother? She tried to imagine what her birth mother must have been like.
She couldn't help but wonder why she had been given away as a baby. It was hard enough to accept the fact that she wasn't the daughter of the kind and loving couple who had raised her, but why had her parents, her mother, given her to Kewero to be given away again?
She felt isolated and a little frightened. Things were too confused. She retreated from the confusion by closing her eyes and drawing forth a memory of pleasant times.
It was the summer before Leudh's marriage and things couldn't have been happier. As always, there had been much work to do, but work was pleasure when it assured the health and security of her family. It hadn't been all work, there had been plenty of time for play, too. Leudh took her on hunting trips and taught her even more about the ways of the animals and of the forest itself.
The pleasant memories touched her heart with love and hope. She knew her family would want her to face her fate with courage. She would try to be brave and face her future without hesitation to live up to that expectation. She knew it was going to be a challenging effort for she simply couldn't imagine living anywhere else and being someone else. This was the only home she knew. Eghero, Dakra, and Leudh the only family she could imagine. The idea of her being a princess seemed so unreal. She was a woodsman's daughter - at home in the trees and with the animals. How could she possibly feel at home in some palace? She would probably only embarrass herself with some clumsy comment or inappropriate action.

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