Dies Irae
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
5,379
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Festina lente!
Quattuordecima Carta: Festina lente!
The mountain tops glittered in the dimming fog, as the dawn was approaching. A cold wind was stirring up from sun-down, ruffling the worn hems of her long cape as the feminine figure stood frozen in front of an old, decrepit hovel. Finally, she seemed to have plucked some courage, for she moved forward and knocked harshly on the wooden door.
The hinges creaked lugubriously as the door opened to reveal an old woman who looked as if she had come from the very depths of the earth. She was dressed in a worn-out dress of an indistinguishable colour, on top of which her long snow-white hair fell down to her knees.
You came again, Zeducidelp”, she spoke in a harsh voice. “ Go home, little girl”
Please”, Zedu begged, “I know you can help me. Why don’t you? I’ve already told you I will give you all that you ask me to! You’ve helped..”
Silence”, the old woman cried, “silence, you insolent child. I have already told you that you are seeking for the wrong things. Your ears are deaf, child, and your heart is frozen. It will be another three full moons until you will see. And you will fall, only to rise again. Go home, and never disturb me again!”, she almost snarled the last words, and before, Zedu could respond, shut the door in her face.
The young girl grid her teeth in anger, and clenched her hand into tight fist, lest she should begin banging on the door. That old hag! How dare she refuse her, again? A love potion wasn’t much to ask for, was it, especially from a witch so powerful. Kicking a pebble in frustration, Zedu resigned herself to returning to the village without a way of unlocking Daizus’ heart. Yet.
*
Aemilia was bored that morning. Sama, the shy girl from the banquet, had dropped by earlier and taken her measurements for the new clothes, that she – surprisingly – was looking forward to wear. She had tried to strike up a conversation with the Dacian woman, but she was painfully quiet. Having witnessed a bit of her marital life, Aemilia could empathize with her shyness and embarrassment, and had decided to give her the space and time necessary to open up on her own. Still sucked, though, for she was very curious to dig up further information about that other woman which had caught her attention the previous night: the redhead who screamed danger like there was no tomorrow.
So she decided to walk around the village a bit, taking in the new surroundings. The houses were of an unusual style for her tastes, with rounded roofs on top of white walls. They were pretty though. Children were playing in the streets with shouts and clouds of dust under their heels, as they do everywhere.
Aemilia walked her way out of the village under the morning sun, which was slowly, begin to burn, until she reached the vast meadows that surrounded the village. She was just starting to bend over to smell a wonderfully looking jasmine when something caught her eye. A figure was coming towards her.
Aemilia’s eyes narrowed as she recognized the approaching person as that Dacian woman who had been eyeing Daizus the previous night. Her now alerted senses picked up every nuance of the other woman’s clothing, the subtle way in which her hair shone under the late morning sunrays, the smell of flowers surrounding them, the distant cry of a bird. She was walking with a languor and seductiveness, which were clearly innate, and Aemilia felt a pang of jealousy and uncertainty rising within her bosom. Could she really compete with such a sensual woman for a man’s heart?
And as the Dacian was coming closer and closer, Aemilia rubbed her sweaty hands against her sides and waited.
*
Meanwhile:
Lucius was reading the reports his spies had delivered the night before. They were getting close, much to his pleasure. And the sooner they destroyed the village in the mountains, the closer he would be to a promotion and a way out of that barbaric land. He would set an example of Roman efficiency by obliterating those barbarians to smithereens.
“Sir!”, the flaps of the tent were cast aside as a centurion entered, “should we prepare to camp here for another night?”
Lucius look at him thoughtfully as he pondered the question.
“We will for tonight, I wish my men rested for in a couple of days, we will attack”, he replied curtly, waving the centurion away. “We will attack”, he added slowly to himself in the empty tent,
The mountain tops glittered in the dimming fog, as the dawn was approaching. A cold wind was stirring up from sun-down, ruffling the worn hems of her long cape as the feminine figure stood frozen in front of an old, decrepit hovel. Finally, she seemed to have plucked some courage, for she moved forward and knocked harshly on the wooden door.
The hinges creaked lugubriously as the door opened to reveal an old woman who looked as if she had come from the very depths of the earth. She was dressed in a worn-out dress of an indistinguishable colour, on top of which her long snow-white hair fell down to her knees.
You came again, Zeducidelp”, she spoke in a harsh voice. “ Go home, little girl”
Please”, Zedu begged, “I know you can help me. Why don’t you? I’ve already told you I will give you all that you ask me to! You’ve helped..”
Silence”, the old woman cried, “silence, you insolent child. I have already told you that you are seeking for the wrong things. Your ears are deaf, child, and your heart is frozen. It will be another three full moons until you will see. And you will fall, only to rise again. Go home, and never disturb me again!”, she almost snarled the last words, and before, Zedu could respond, shut the door in her face.
The young girl grid her teeth in anger, and clenched her hand into tight fist, lest she should begin banging on the door. That old hag! How dare she refuse her, again? A love potion wasn’t much to ask for, was it, especially from a witch so powerful. Kicking a pebble in frustration, Zedu resigned herself to returning to the village without a way of unlocking Daizus’ heart. Yet.
*
Aemilia was bored that morning. Sama, the shy girl from the banquet, had dropped by earlier and taken her measurements for the new clothes, that she – surprisingly – was looking forward to wear. She had tried to strike up a conversation with the Dacian woman, but she was painfully quiet. Having witnessed a bit of her marital life, Aemilia could empathize with her shyness and embarrassment, and had decided to give her the space and time necessary to open up on her own. Still sucked, though, for she was very curious to dig up further information about that other woman which had caught her attention the previous night: the redhead who screamed danger like there was no tomorrow.
So she decided to walk around the village a bit, taking in the new surroundings. The houses were of an unusual style for her tastes, with rounded roofs on top of white walls. They were pretty though. Children were playing in the streets with shouts and clouds of dust under their heels, as they do everywhere.
Aemilia walked her way out of the village under the morning sun, which was slowly, begin to burn, until she reached the vast meadows that surrounded the village. She was just starting to bend over to smell a wonderfully looking jasmine when something caught her eye. A figure was coming towards her.
Aemilia’s eyes narrowed as she recognized the approaching person as that Dacian woman who had been eyeing Daizus the previous night. Her now alerted senses picked up every nuance of the other woman’s clothing, the subtle way in which her hair shone under the late morning sunrays, the smell of flowers surrounding them, the distant cry of a bird. She was walking with a languor and seductiveness, which were clearly innate, and Aemilia felt a pang of jealousy and uncertainty rising within her bosom. Could she really compete with such a sensual woman for a man’s heart?
And as the Dacian was coming closer and closer, Aemilia rubbed her sweaty hands against her sides and waited.
*
Meanwhile:
Lucius was reading the reports his spies had delivered the night before. They were getting close, much to his pleasure. And the sooner they destroyed the village in the mountains, the closer he would be to a promotion and a way out of that barbaric land. He would set an example of Roman efficiency by obliterating those barbarians to smithereens.
“Sir!”, the flaps of the tent were cast aside as a centurion entered, “should we prepare to camp here for another night?”
Lucius look at him thoughtfully as he pondered the question.
“We will for tonight, I wish my men rested for in a couple of days, we will attack”, he replied curtly, waving the centurion away. “We will attack”, he added slowly to himself in the empty tent,