Cupping Tolohe’s shaking hand in hers, Ma-we grinned. “It is yours to use as may be, but also a
gift that you will bestow upon your King on the Day of Celebration.”
Tolohe burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably as she hid
her face in her hands. Ma-we gently
squeezed and then rubbed her child’s knee, understanding all so well the
emotion of the moment. It was not the
power nor the authority the ring carried that so moved the woman. Indeed, it was not really the ring, but what
her mother had said regarding it. “…
bestow it upon your King on the Day of Celebration.” Oh, to come of age again! To become a maiden in the arms of a man who
would never shun her love, a man so much like her mentor from the elder days
but always faithful and true to the end of time! Yes, there was to be a rebirth even for her…
When Tolohe had finally composed herself, Ma-we smiled,
cautioning, “Keep it hidden well. You do
know how to hide it… safe in your mind.
Please, for the moment, keep it secret.
Use it only when all other hope is lost, when winsome words have fully
waked the demon’s pride in my child. Not
before. This ring is very dangerous,
made for an immortal’s hand to wield its power, and you, my Dear One, are not
yet immortal.”
Nodding as a final tear fell from her eye, Tolohe promised
to be ‘oh, so careful’ with such a precious treasure. She leaned close and kissed her mother on the
cheek. “I love you too much, my Meter,
too much for my heart to bear. Should I
fail you, how could I survive another day?”
Ma-we grinned, she standing to stretch as she did. “You?
Fail me?! Child, more like your
father are you than you do know. I
should have delivered you up to immortality long ago, but…well, you know what I
mean.”
Yawning loud, Ma-we lifted her arms toward the ceiling while
standing high on tippy-toe. She was
tired, and the ebbing flames reflected her mood. Walking across the room to the window beside
the door, she stared into the wild and confused storm outside. “You know, it still looks mighty angry out
there, an unpleasant night to forge through frozen drifts to find a half-buried
ship.” She tapped the windowsill. “Now, if I were one to forecast the weather,
I’d say that the morning will bring a break to this madness, but the clouds
should still cover us with enough gloom to get you away unseen.” She began to hum a pleasant little tune.
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