Shocked at first by Ma-we’s revelation, Tolohe quickly
recovered, answering, “The blood of our mother flows in each of my
siblings. She is not weak from fear and
neither are they. Foolish? Yes!
And also dull of senses, drugged by the happy days of ancient bliss.”
She squeezed her mother’s hand, leaning close with a
pleading answer. “We love you with such
intensity that each one of us would eagerly sacrifice all things, forever,
rather than see our dear one hurt. We
lack wisdom, must learn how to pull victory from longing hearts, but it
can…will be accomplished. There is too
much love within us to fail. Show us how
to love and we shall conquer all that is evil, bringing it down to Gehenna for
all time.”
The flow of tears eased and soon stopped. Ma-we watched the fire surge in intensity as
the winter winds cried out in empty frustration. The heat of the blaze, along with the sweet
smell of flaming apple-wood newly placed on the hearth, refreshed her
spirit. A sudden ‘pop’ sent an army of
tiny sparks up the chimney. Ma-we
watched until the last one disappeared from sight. “You know… I believe I lit a fire under my
children at the last council meeting.”
Tolohe silently nodded, not wanting to intrude where
uninvited. Mother was oftentimes a secret
person… the reason for riddles. So much
she kept to herself, always had, feeling she did not have the words to convey
the real meaning hiding in her heart.
Tonight was different.
Ma-we wanted her daughter to see, to understand all that lay beneath the
surface of her outer soul. “I have
revealed to my children the third of my three swords, TrishaQaShaibjal. I am sorry to have not sought your council in
this matter, but… but, still, what do you think of my choice?”
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