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Dúnlaith became Rolf Long Spear’s woman and she began to find a happiness that she never thought that she would find. True to his word, she would wear the beautiful cloth only in his presence, leaving her breast exposed now for his eyes only. She had never been made love to so completely and soon her body learned to adjust to his enormous size though there still were times when she thought that she would never be able to take his member with ease. She gave so completely of herself to him, not even minding that others could hear her. After all, it was her man making love to her.
She could see Taran from a distance but Eric would not allow her to talk to the boy. To celebrate his first year, Wolf, as he was now called, was given a celebration. She had been told that the boy spoke some words and that his eyes were more green that blue and his hair was wild and coppery. He called Eric his Father and the woman that Eric had taken for his woman the child called his mother. She often wondered if the little boy had any memory of her.
She longed to give Rolf a child but it seemed that it was not to be. Yet, her man did not berate her nor make her feel less of a woman by her inadequacy. He just instead made love to her, telling her that he did not mind.
Every day, after Rolf had left to go meet with the other men to hunt or do whatever men do when they gather together, Eistir would drop by and bring her the bitter tea to drink. She once told the woman that she was tired of drinking it but the woman told her that the drink would keep her healthy for her man. Eistir was afraid of Rolf since the day that he had slapped her for calling his woman a whore and the therefore she tended to avoid him and only come when her man was not around.
But one day, after leaving, he suddenly returned and caught Eistir serving her the tea that the Old King had originally ordered for her. She could tell that he was angered at seeing the woman there and when he demanded to know what was in the drink, Dúnlaith could not answer for she knew not. But when she looked at Eistir, the woman paled and her eyes grew wide. He stormed towards the the dark-haired woman, sniffing the tea before tasting it and spitting it out. He then called Eistir a witch and threw the woman out. Dúnlaith sat there shocked by her man’s outburst but she was even more shocked to discover that the drink was the cause of a large portion of her grief. Because of that potion, she had lost Eric’s baby, had become barren. As he told her, she began to cry and he held her in his arms, drying her tears and calming her until she fell asleep in his arms.
True to his word, Rolf did indeed tell Lars of what Eistir was doing. A charge of witchcraft was brought up against the dark-haired beauty and as the leader of the settlement, all concerned were brought before Eric to hear testimony and bring forth a judgment. She feared that because he hated her so, that the favor would go to Eistir. The Mead Hall was filled with everyone wanting to hear the story as almost all were aware of Eistir’s hatred for Dúnlaith as well as the past history between Dúnlaith and Eric and of Wolf’s true parentage.
Rolf spoke first, explaining the discovery and of his woman complete ignorance of the power of the herb. Lars spoke next, telling of his talk with Rolf and of Eistir’s true hatred for Dúnlaith.
Next spoke Dúnlaith and she told of being fed the drink, being told that it was for her health, of losing her child and not knowing why, of not understanding how she was allowed to carry the Old King’s child before becoming barren. She could not read Eric’s expression but she thought that there might have been a glimmer of understanding though she could have been wrong. Several others spoke of watching Eistir administer the tea only to Dúnlaith, or of the woman’s hatred of her. Someone even told of seeing the woman standing naked on a hill during a full moon, her black hair wild and flying with the wind while she was cavorting with demons before then laying with the devil, spreading her legs to take him for a lover.
Finally, Eistir spoke. She stood there defiantly glaring at everyone before turning to Dúnlaith.
“I laughed as you were given the herb to lose your baby. Such a stupid whore you were. The only reason that you were allowed to have Einar‘s child was because he heard people talk about how feeble and impotent he must be. I laughed at how stupid you were. I only hope that the tea did make you barren! You were so full of piety but you are as big a whore as any other woman. We have all heard your cries, your screams of ecstasy when Rolf takes you...”
It seemed as if years of poison spilled forth from the woman’s lips until finally she ended with a laugh, a wicked sound that filled the mead hall. All was quiet for a moment before Eric stood and proclaimed Eistir a witch. The woman was banished from their settlement, never to be allowed back within its confines. All persons were to, from this moment on, have no contact with the woman or face banishment themselves. Her name was to be stricken from any records or memory and if she tried to enter the settlement or talk to anyone, she would be immediately beheaded. She cackled she was led from the Mead Hall and taken to a moor some distance away and told to leave the area or face death. Within the next full moon, the woman was indeed dead when she was caught trying to talk to some children playing. The father of the children immediately recognized the witch and drew his sword, cleaving the woman’s head from her shoulders and leaving her to rot. It is told that the place where the witch’s blood spilt grew no grass and only a bush with black flowers and long thorns on the stems grew in the place.
Eric apparently did understand and finally Dúnlaith was allowed to talk to her son, though she could not call him Taran nor tell the youngster that she was his mother. The little boy, his eyes no longer blue but now emerald like his true mother’s eyes, was a lively and intelligent child.
It did indeed seem that she had become barren from long period of drinking the evil brew. She talked to Rolf about not being able to give him a son but he smiled and told her that she was still his woman and then he made love to her, sending her to exquisite heights.
Then, one day several months after that, she awoke feeling sick. She was afraid to hope that she was with child but soon it was confirmed. Rolf grinned and picked her up and lifted her up in the air in joy.
Months later, she gave birth to a beautiful strong boy which they named Caedmon. The name meant warrior. Once again, the baby had her copper hair and green eyes.
Over the years, she gave Rolf four fine sons and two daughter. Her last child, a fifth son, died while just a young one when he wandered into the lake and drowned. But for the most part, her life was a happy one, taking care of her family and raising several lambs. She was able to use her knowledge from when the convent was actually a convent and she stood in the early morning fog taking care of her sheep.
*****
And so we end the story of THE UNHOLY CAPTOR. We hope that you enjoyed our story enough that perhaps you will check out other stories that cgraven and I are writing with each other and with other writers.
We thank you for taking the time to read our story.
Sesame
She could see Taran from a distance but Eric would not allow her to talk to the boy. To celebrate his first year, Wolf, as he was now called, was given a celebration. She had been told that the boy spoke some words and that his eyes were more green that blue and his hair was wild and coppery. He called Eric his Father and the woman that Eric had taken for his woman the child called his mother. She often wondered if the little boy had any memory of her.
She longed to give Rolf a child but it seemed that it was not to be. Yet, her man did not berate her nor make her feel less of a woman by her inadequacy. He just instead made love to her, telling her that he did not mind.
Every day, after Rolf had left to go meet with the other men to hunt or do whatever men do when they gather together, Eistir would drop by and bring her the bitter tea to drink. She once told the woman that she was tired of drinking it but the woman told her that the drink would keep her healthy for her man. Eistir was afraid of Rolf since the day that he had slapped her for calling his woman a whore and the therefore she tended to avoid him and only come when her man was not around.
But one day, after leaving, he suddenly returned and caught Eistir serving her the tea that the Old King had originally ordered for her. She could tell that he was angered at seeing the woman there and when he demanded to know what was in the drink, Dúnlaith could not answer for she knew not. But when she looked at Eistir, the woman paled and her eyes grew wide. He stormed towards the the dark-haired woman, sniffing the tea before tasting it and spitting it out. He then called Eistir a witch and threw the woman out. Dúnlaith sat there shocked by her man’s outburst but she was even more shocked to discover that the drink was the cause of a large portion of her grief. Because of that potion, she had lost Eric’s baby, had become barren. As he told her, she began to cry and he held her in his arms, drying her tears and calming her until she fell asleep in his arms.
True to his word, Rolf did indeed tell Lars of what Eistir was doing. A charge of witchcraft was brought up against the dark-haired beauty and as the leader of the settlement, all concerned were brought before Eric to hear testimony and bring forth a judgment. She feared that because he hated her so, that the favor would go to Eistir. The Mead Hall was filled with everyone wanting to hear the story as almost all were aware of Eistir’s hatred for Dúnlaith as well as the past history between Dúnlaith and Eric and of Wolf’s true parentage.
Rolf spoke first, explaining the discovery and of his woman complete ignorance of the power of the herb. Lars spoke next, telling of his talk with Rolf and of Eistir’s true hatred for Dúnlaith.
Next spoke Dúnlaith and she told of being fed the drink, being told that it was for her health, of losing her child and not knowing why, of not understanding how she was allowed to carry the Old King’s child before becoming barren. She could not read Eric’s expression but she thought that there might have been a glimmer of understanding though she could have been wrong. Several others spoke of watching Eistir administer the tea only to Dúnlaith, or of the woman’s hatred of her. Someone even told of seeing the woman standing naked on a hill during a full moon, her black hair wild and flying with the wind while she was cavorting with demons before then laying with the devil, spreading her legs to take him for a lover.
Finally, Eistir spoke. She stood there defiantly glaring at everyone before turning to Dúnlaith.
“I laughed as you were given the herb to lose your baby. Such a stupid whore you were. The only reason that you were allowed to have Einar‘s child was because he heard people talk about how feeble and impotent he must be. I laughed at how stupid you were. I only hope that the tea did make you barren! You were so full of piety but you are as big a whore as any other woman. We have all heard your cries, your screams of ecstasy when Rolf takes you...”
It seemed as if years of poison spilled forth from the woman’s lips until finally she ended with a laugh, a wicked sound that filled the mead hall. All was quiet for a moment before Eric stood and proclaimed Eistir a witch. The woman was banished from their settlement, never to be allowed back within its confines. All persons were to, from this moment on, have no contact with the woman or face banishment themselves. Her name was to be stricken from any records or memory and if she tried to enter the settlement or talk to anyone, she would be immediately beheaded. She cackled she was led from the Mead Hall and taken to a moor some distance away and told to leave the area or face death. Within the next full moon, the woman was indeed dead when she was caught trying to talk to some children playing. The father of the children immediately recognized the witch and drew his sword, cleaving the woman’s head from her shoulders and leaving her to rot. It is told that the place where the witch’s blood spilt grew no grass and only a bush with black flowers and long thorns on the stems grew in the place.
Eric apparently did understand and finally Dúnlaith was allowed to talk to her son, though she could not call him Taran nor tell the youngster that she was his mother. The little boy, his eyes no longer blue but now emerald like his true mother’s eyes, was a lively and intelligent child.
It did indeed seem that she had become barren from long period of drinking the evil brew. She talked to Rolf about not being able to give him a son but he smiled and told her that she was still his woman and then he made love to her, sending her to exquisite heights.
Then, one day several months after that, she awoke feeling sick. She was afraid to hope that she was with child but soon it was confirmed. Rolf grinned and picked her up and lifted her up in the air in joy.
Months later, she gave birth to a beautiful strong boy which they named Caedmon. The name meant warrior. Once again, the baby had her copper hair and green eyes.
Over the years, she gave Rolf four fine sons and two daughter. Her last child, a fifth son, died while just a young one when he wandered into the lake and drowned. But for the most part, her life was a happy one, taking care of her family and raising several lambs. She was able to use her knowledge from when the convent was actually a convent and she stood in the early morning fog taking care of her sheep.
*****
And so we end the story of THE UNHOLY CAPTOR. We hope that you enjoyed our story enough that perhaps you will check out other stories that cgraven and I are writing with each other and with other writers.
We thank you for taking the time to read our story.
Sesame
