The beautiful Mystic
When consciousness returned it was a haze of intoxcated confusion. She was lying against a tree trunk with her dress thrown over her body in a manner that concealed her modesty. Aidan stood a few feet away looking penetratingly into the crystaline water - he noticed a current of an incomming stream - but nowhere could see water actually leave the pool...
Aideen dressed quickly and saying not a single word to him turned to leave. As he was about to follow her, a rustle caught his ear and a sudden movement caught his eye- he turned round to face the mountainous background of the pool. High up, several feet up the steep jagged, stony slope in a crevice he saw the stranger from the beach. He was perched almost; crouched up there with massive currents of wind blowing his hair wildly about him. As Aidan called out to him in his most demanding voice a cloud hid the sun and in the sudden darkness the stranger dissappeared. The flutter of wings echoed...
Perciveing the suspicious, Aidan's eyes narrowed; he spun round violently and sprang into motion almost leaving the still standing, still staring Aideen behind. the stranger was still there...or was he?
Aidan clutched her arm and pulled her back to the encampment questioning her sanity and reason. Was she completely insane to leave on her own? Didn't she know that her honour...and above all his honour was at stake? Foolish woman!
That evening the group gathered round the hearth in the grand hall. Huge windows to the west let the sun's setting glory into the room and Helena stood at one of them gazing at a flock of birds flying down to the trees for the night; amazed, envious at their freedom.
Myrna sensed that something unusual occured that day; something between Aidan and Aideen...they did sit together this evening - but Aideen's eyes did not belong to Aidan - indeed, they possessed a glossy appearence that came with vision that was lost elsewhere....something, someonelse was in her mind....
Taking this into account, she thought the tonight she would tell the tale of the beautiful Mystic...it was a traditional myth handed down through the years and she enjoyed its didactic and entertaing qualities :
"There was one. He was among the detached of the world. Denying food, clothing and shelter, he sought out the untamed paths of the forests...sought out the cold caves and crevices and there he contemplated the divine. For years would he meditate upon the supreme energies of the universe and over time he gathered within his being a divine aura and a splendid beauty. His face became as smooth as sixteen years...his hair long and wavy locks fell darkly round his slender frame. And as he roamed the forests in his nudity all creatures fell enchanted by his form.
He passed by a gathering of sages one day. It was a hermitage of sorts and therein stayed the sages and their families...there wives. One woman saw him. Her heart raced...her eyes became fixed upon his image...she fell into a trance- like obsession with is supreme beauty such that she ran out of the hermitage in pursuit of him. Wondering what was wrong, the other women looked out after her..and cathcing but a mere glimpse of his frame they too fell in raptures and ran out after him.
The sages at once feared for their honour and summoned their wives to their side....none heeded!
They created then a square altar in the earth and by thier cosmic powers placed within its heart a fire strong and furious. Pouring oblations into it, they summoned forth the destruction of the wild mystic that thus enchanted their wives. Out of the fire came a red-hot trident...seething with fury and might it flew forth of its own will and sought the Mystic. He sensed danger...spun round and clutched it in his hands...immediately paccified it fell lifeless at his feet. Thinking it to be a usefull waepon he took hold of it in his left hand and anticipated the next attack.
It was a lion roaring wildly, charging madly...possesed by the energy of the fire - Within minutes it lay dead at the Mystic's feet...a victim of the trident...its skin he tore away and kept as a mat for his meditations. Meawhile, the wives of the sages sat round him and drunk through their eyes his sweet beauty...their sighs were musical and their beings aglow with radiant pleasure.
The sages summoned forth every other weapon..animal...goblin...demon from the fire but they all turned their services to the all powerfull Mystic.
In the end, to regain thier wives, to again possess some honour, the sages were all forced to propitiate the Mystic and seek his favour - which he granted readily...for he, being a detached one...had no worldly desires...no need for the pleasures of women. Utterring a charm he released the women from the spell that kept them enchanted with his form and the sages thereafter perpetuated his worship."
She paused to breathe. The gathering sat silent. The tale was not a new one but her voice, her tone held such sway over their minds that they too sat enrapt. Only Aidan's gaze was bowed low. She continued,"So, my dear one, Aidan, should you honour be challenged, how would you react?"
"No Mystic exists that can challenge the strength of my arm."
"To which arm do you refer?" Helena taunted with the voice of the harlot. A scoff was all that came from him as left the group and sought lonliness for his thoughts.
Myrna chuckled lightly at his rash youth and the vison of age warned her of turbulence to come.
With that came the night...but no sleep came to Aideen. She became bombarded with visions...creatures with wings...little glowing things and then the One...broad shoulders...soft features, glowing complection..the smile of a god... and the wings of the swan...
When consciousness returned it was a haze of intoxcated confusion. She was lying against a tree trunk with her dress thrown over her body in a manner that concealed her modesty. Aidan stood a few feet away looking penetratingly into the crystaline water - he noticed a current of an incomming stream - but nowhere could see water actually leave the pool...
Aideen dressed quickly and saying not a single word to him turned to leave. As he was about to follow her, a rustle caught his ear and a sudden movement caught his eye- he turned round to face the mountainous background of the pool. High up, several feet up the steep jagged, stony slope in a crevice he saw the stranger from the beach. He was perched almost; crouched up there with massive currents of wind blowing his hair wildly about him. As Aidan called out to him in his most demanding voice a cloud hid the sun and in the sudden darkness the stranger dissappeared. The flutter of wings echoed...
Perciveing the suspicious, Aidan's eyes narrowed; he spun round violently and sprang into motion almost leaving the still standing, still staring Aideen behind. the stranger was still there...or was he?
Aidan clutched her arm and pulled her back to the encampment questioning her sanity and reason. Was she completely insane to leave on her own? Didn't she know that her honour...and above all his honour was at stake? Foolish woman!
That evening the group gathered round the hearth in the grand hall. Huge windows to the west let the sun's setting glory into the room and Helena stood at one of them gazing at a flock of birds flying down to the trees for the night; amazed, envious at their freedom.
Myrna sensed that something unusual occured that day; something between Aidan and Aideen...they did sit together this evening - but Aideen's eyes did not belong to Aidan - indeed, they possessed a glossy appearence that came with vision that was lost elsewhere....something, someonelse was in her mind....
Taking this into account, she thought the tonight she would tell the tale of the beautiful Mystic...it was a traditional myth handed down through the years and she enjoyed its didactic and entertaing qualities :
"There was one. He was among the detached of the world. Denying food, clothing and shelter, he sought out the untamed paths of the forests...sought out the cold caves and crevices and there he contemplated the divine. For years would he meditate upon the supreme energies of the universe and over time he gathered within his being a divine aura and a splendid beauty. His face became as smooth as sixteen years...his hair long and wavy locks fell darkly round his slender frame. And as he roamed the forests in his nudity all creatures fell enchanted by his form.
He passed by a gathering of sages one day. It was a hermitage of sorts and therein stayed the sages and their families...there wives. One woman saw him. Her heart raced...her eyes became fixed upon his image...she fell into a trance- like obsession with is supreme beauty such that she ran out of the hermitage in pursuit of him. Wondering what was wrong, the other women looked out after her..and cathcing but a mere glimpse of his frame they too fell in raptures and ran out after him.
The sages at once feared for their honour and summoned their wives to their side....none heeded!
They created then a square altar in the earth and by thier cosmic powers placed within its heart a fire strong and furious. Pouring oblations into it, they summoned forth the destruction of the wild mystic that thus enchanted their wives. Out of the fire came a red-hot trident...seething with fury and might it flew forth of its own will and sought the Mystic. He sensed danger...spun round and clutched it in his hands...immediately paccified it fell lifeless at his feet. Thinking it to be a usefull waepon he took hold of it in his left hand and anticipated the next attack.
It was a lion roaring wildly, charging madly...possesed by the energy of the fire - Within minutes it lay dead at the Mystic's feet...a victim of the trident...its skin he tore away and kept as a mat for his meditations. Meawhile, the wives of the sages sat round him and drunk through their eyes his sweet beauty...their sighs were musical and their beings aglow with radiant pleasure.
The sages summoned forth every other weapon..animal...goblin...demon from the fire but they all turned their services to the all powerfull Mystic.
In the end, to regain thier wives, to again possess some honour, the sages were all forced to propitiate the Mystic and seek his favour - which he granted readily...for he, being a detached one...had no worldly desires...no need for the pleasures of women. Utterring a charm he released the women from the spell that kept them enchanted with his form and the sages thereafter perpetuated his worship."
She paused to breathe. The gathering sat silent. The tale was not a new one but her voice, her tone held such sway over their minds that they too sat enrapt. Only Aidan's gaze was bowed low. She continued,"So, my dear one, Aidan, should you honour be challenged, how would you react?"
"No Mystic exists that can challenge the strength of my arm."
"To which arm do you refer?" Helena taunted with the voice of the harlot. A scoff was all that came from him as left the group and sought lonliness for his thoughts.
Myrna chuckled lightly at his rash youth and the vison of age warned her of turbulence to come.
With that came the night...but no sleep came to Aideen. She became bombarded with visions...creatures with wings...little glowing things and then the One...broad shoulders...soft features, glowing complection..the smile of a god... and the wings of the swan...
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