More Blood Crown

[tinhuvielartanis]

 

Who are these people? asked Cadmus, who stood beside the dream Kelat a ways away from this fascinating scene.

 

The High Priestess and Priest sitting before the altar are my parents, Cadmus. Kelat replied.  Before me, my mother was Kelat'menan, the Mother of Memory, for her tribe.  She was seeress, mother, grandmother, matchmaker, adviser, songstress and protectress of her people. There was none greater or more beloved than she.

 

But what of you?

 

What of me? Kelat replied bitterly.  I was nothing compared to Pretani. Am nothing compared to she who led two thirds of our tribes to theTarliman after its discovery by Ladnor.  She who travelled onward to settle in what would become the holy island of Meyhelahn, where still she dwells today, looking upon her daughter enslaved by bloodlust.  No, my son, I am nothing like Pretani Preallanua, Pretani Land-dancer.  I am...nothing.....compared to her.  Nothing. 

 

No

 

But she named you Memory.  She knew that you would follow in her footsteps and become a Mother of Memory  yourself.  You may not dance the land, or have found magickal strongholds to protect the faithful, but you are Mother to us, the Darklings of the Earth.  You are our Mother of Memory, despite my discomfort in saying such a tfing.  What was your full name, Mother of Memory?

 

Kelat paused, looking upon the sunlit ritual calling for a gentle starsun and abundant harvest.  Would it surprise you, Darkling Chylde, that this Mother of Memory fails to recall the entirety of my cognomen?  In those days, names could go onward for what seemed like days, the utterances demanding many pauses for breath.  The tradition continues in what is now known as Wales.  But I do remember a bit of it:  Lhihlhishian an'Dharwen'na ap Kelat Sheshanna'dah mar'hahiah Kessilon'mhriah Chompatta-zhah Chiams'rhawhna.  It roughly translates as Lhihlhishian, daughter of the high Mother of Memory, a child dedicated to Kessilon the Star Goddess, She of the Chiamsa mane and Princess of Chompatta, the multi-handed.

Comments

[morriganwind.livejournal.com]

I had to chuckle at the last paragraph. I love the old ways of naming. Perhaps that love is why my own name is so frickin' long.

It's beautiful. And is giving me the swat I need to get typing again.

[booraven22.livejournal.com]

::rubs hands together::
I think that mutual writing influence thing is working!! (Both Heather and I have started slaving away at our respective tomes!)

It's fabulous darlin'! I'm amazed at your detail and, as always, I'm awaiting the next installment.