Story for the Day: The Gods' Stone
Left from Frewyn's prehistory, the Gods' Stones, or the Gods' Seats as they are known in the south, are massive stones, dressed and decorated with images from the kingdom's past. Legend says that these stones were once the seats of the Gods, where doting devotees could come and offer tribute to their Gods in person, and while many of these stones only exist in theory, two of them exists in fact-- rather, three.
eyes at a large stone beside her, clinging to her trowel in one hand with the shovel leaning on the wall beside. She glanced up momentarily as they rounded the corner, and then turned back toward the standing stone, the bottom of which was still partially buried in the loam at her feet.
eyes at a large stone beside her, clinging to her trowel in one hand with the shovel leaning on the wall beside. She glanced up momentarily as they rounded the corner, and then turned back toward the standing stone, the bottom of which was still partially buried in the loam at her feet.
“What did you find?” said Brudha,
mantling over the pit and talking down to her. “Anything particularly ancient?”
“Well, yes, actually!” she
declared. She gave the stone a few scrapes of the trowel, pulling some of the
dirt from what appeared to be a notch or a stile toward her, and when she had
cleared a plateau, she looked up and said, “It’s a Gods’ stone! Also called a
Gods’ chair by people in the south.”
Cgnita canted his head. “You mean
like the centre stone at the Wyn na Dail, the one that looks like a throne of
some kind?”
“Yes! Or something like it.”
“And how can you tell it is one of
those?” said Brudha, with keen interest.
“If you see here,” pointing to the
top of the chair with her trowel, “the entire back of the seat is dressed—it’s
all dressed really, from the top to where my foot is here. If you look at the
back, you will see some decoration, though I haven’t fully exposed or cleaned
it yet, and if you look here, it looks like someone has scrawled in the words
Reis na Dail in Ault Fremhin right at the base.”
“Reis’ seat?” said Cgnita, leaning
farther down to investigate. “And you are sure it is a Gods’ stone and not
something else someone might have erected later?”
“I don’t think it could be anything
else really. Look,” pointing to the edge of the pit, “here is the top soil. Here
are all the layers of history between, with pieces of pottery nestled in—I
pulled a piece of old Kileen redware from this level here, which dates back to
about 200CU, so everything below it is older, which is the general rule: the
farther down, the older something must be, and the soil here is very good and
really hasn’t grown over that much since antiquity. About here,” pointing to a
layer in the soil about waist high, “is where we get to 1CU, and everything
lower is Before Clans United. The base of the seat is just at the level of
prehistory. Since this hill fort and settlement was abandoned when Allun came
to unite the clans, it was probably already partially buried, which is why no
one has found it before.”
“And how did you find it?” asked
Brudha.“How did you know to dig in this very spot?”
“I saw the top of the rock
protruding up from the ground and thought this might be an excellent place to
start, since there might have been some archaeology here. So I marked off a
square and began digging, and after I found bits of pottery and some bone that
looked quite old, and began digging round this stone, thinking it might be the
footing of an old house or a foundation of something, and here it was! It has
been here this whole time, simply waiting to be discovered! I still have not
got to the bottom. I am only about half way. These stones seats usually have
great decorated bases around them. Here you can see the image of Reis at the
top and the cats lining the back of the seat itself. I expect I should find
something similar running around the bottom.” She stopped for breath, eyeing
the stone seat with doting veneration, and then went on. “The stones themselves
are a wonder. The theory is that all the stones which were used to make these
various seats all came from Karnwyl and were carted across the kingdom to their
various destinations, where they were dressed and carved and then placed fimly
into the ground, all in the hopes of having their patron God attend them and
bless them in their daily lives. They believed that their efforts would warrant
a visit from the Gods, and though we don’t know about prayers or daily rituals
from back then, we know they did come to these stones during celebrations
throughout the year. It was also
believed that they would come here when they wanted to ask the gods for favours
or general blessings, probably for a good crop or a healthy life. We’ve found
everything around these seats, from glass beads to animal bones-- I apologize
if I am rambling,” said she, laughing affectedly. “I am quite overpowered. I
don’t think my mind has quite caught up with my heart. I think—“ She paused, her
exhilaration beginning to diminish, “--I think I am only just realizing now the
enormity of what we’ve found.”
“What you found, Miss Eilen,” Cgnita kindly reminded her. “Brudha and I
are only standing here listening to you. It was you who dug this hole and did
your investigation.”
“Yes…” said she, in a reverie, “but had you
not suggested it, I don’t think I would have…” Her voice faltered, her gaze
grew distant, and she leaned back against the wall of the pit, raising her hand
to her eyes. “I think…I think I am feeling quite faint.”
Her knees bent and her body was
drawn forward, but a hand was there to catch her before she fell, an arm
supported her, and she hung her head as she was sat down on the partially
exhumed seat of honour, panting in desperation. When she could lift her head
and raise her eyes, she found Cgnita beside her, his arm around her back, his
hand cuffing her wrist.
“Just breathe, Miss Elien,” the
cleric purred. “I understand that you have had a little excitement, but we must
take care. Lean forward slightly, that’s right, and breathe naturally.”
“I cannot believe I have found
this,” Eilen continued, her chest heaving, her voice breathless. “It is really
the find of a lifetime-- There are only two others like this one that we know
of, one near Glaoustre and the one at Wyn Na Dail in Karnwyl-- It was always
suspected that there were more, probably one for every God, or even every
prehistoric settlement, but with limited research and no one willing to fund
multiple expiditions—the crown is very good, and King Dorrin is very generous
with his grants to the society—but doing a proper excavation—and this will
require an application to the crown as a heritage site—“
“Miss Eilen,” said Cgnita, with
kind solicitude, “your pulse is increasing, and you are breathing quite
rapidly. Take a few deep breaths and try to calm yourself. I will administer a
little sedative. This will not hurt in the least.” He placed his hand on the
back of her neck, and his palm began to hum, glowing with viridescent warmth. “And
inhale…”
A vibration resonated from his
hand, warming all her muscles and sedating all her pulses, and Eilen felt the
unmitigated excitement in her nerves gradually dissipate. The tenderness of his
touch, the soothing application lulled her into a gentle sloom, her
consciousness surrendering to serenity, her heart tranquilzing, her speech somniloquent.
“Can’t believe I… I found a seat of the Gods… Not one in a hundred… and I never
would have found…” Her eyes began to close, her head bowed, her shoulders
slouched. “A Gods’ seat…” she murmured, “No one will ever believe…”
“It’s all right, Miss Eilen,” said
Cgnita, in a half whisper, holding her against him. “You’ve had a bit of a
shock. An exdroadinary thing has happened, and it is natural to be overcome,
but you mustn’t forget to breathe. Brudha,” spying the Brother standing at the
edge of the pit above, “will you please bring me some water?” but Brudha was
already gone, hastening toward the church, calling out for cold water, a clean
cloth, and fresh tea as soon as they could be got. “Just lean your head against
me and try to calm yourself, Miss Eilen,” said Cgnita, sidling her and putting
her head on his shoulder. “Brudha will be back with some water, which I want
you to drink, and until then, try not to speak.”
Murmurations of discovered stones
and providential fortune endured, but she soon succumbed to the cleric’s
remedial touch, leaning against him as a comfortable support, her nose against
his neck, her lips grazing his nape. So rapt in his clerical work was he that
Cgnita had forgot to tremble at her touch, and when he did realize that her chest
was pressed against his arm and her cheek was nestled against his shoulder, Cgnita
was too much engaged with the study of her skin, the outline of her jaw, the
lines of her neck, the curve of her collarbone to be timid and apprehensive. Well, he thought, pressing his cheek
against the top of her head, this is
wonderfully pleasant, despite her sudden panic. A woman is voluntarily leaning
her head against me, and I am perfectly easy. Perhaps clericin’, as you say,
Aoidhe, is not so bad for attaching women after all.
Savin’ her from faintin’, said a voice,
with high wrought complacence. Sure is
romantic and all.
Cgnita took her hand from
her neck and touched her wrist. Her pulse
is improving. I was worried for a moment. I thought she was going to go into
histerics—and rightly so. It is really the find of a lifetime. Historians the
world over would clamber the mountains in winter just to have a chance at
finding something like this. She has made her career with such a find. Did you
put this stone in the ground just now?
Naw,
that’s been there th’while, lad. Can’t make what wasn’t there before just like
that. S’ just been sittin’ there, waitin’ for what to find it. She was the one
what found it. All that credit’ll go to her. Guess she’s gonna hafta stay here
to do her researchin’ and such.
I
might have to invite Beldynn here instead of writing to him. I daresay he would
have a panic over—did you say she is going to have to stay here?
There was a shrug. Someone’s gotta dig this here stone up, lad.
Can’t let a discovery like that alone. Gotta make it a monument for the
kingdom. Gotta be right famous in the arch’alogical community for this.
Are
there are more like these?
Aye, lad. One for each o’ us.
And
you would sit here and people really used to come visit you?
‘Course
they did. They’d come and talk to me about what, bringin’ roasted means and
fruits and such, and we’d have a right time o’ it. The voice grew sullen. Sure loved doin’ that. Had to abandon my
seat when the Aul’ Man says we had to go away.
Where
was your seat, if I may know?
Had
a few o’ ‘em, but my two favourite were in what you call now Tyfferim and
Sethshire. Had a seat right next to Chune’s. We’d go out and bless the land,
everyone’d have a celebration with singin’ and feastin’ and music, and we’d
have a right ol’ hashiff in the fields. Aye, with feverish pride, those were days, lad.
You
would really sit amongst the people and celebrate with them?
Sure
we would, lad. Yer our children. Parents what love their wee-uns always wanna
spend time with ‘em. I’m here with you now, ain’t I?
Cgnita was forced to conceded that
while Aoidhe was at times inconvenient as a companion and mortifying in his
vulgarities, he was certainly as attentive and as affectionate as any vigilant
parent should be.
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