Sunday, September 30, 2018

Aranon


...As she turned and left, the merchant noticed something strange happen.

   11 Several of the Mitharian priest began arguing with a man.  2 Someone said he was a nobleman’s son, another said he was a beggar from the Oasis of Orid.  Whoever he was, he was a teacher of some sort with a following of his own.  3 He was teaching the people with stories of how to live their lives free and unlike the Tower followers and the Pagans of Lindol.
   4 “Nadan is no charmer of words nor a slave driver, like your masters,” was what Ara-non overheard one of his followers admonish a priest with in return.
   5 Then the man spoke up for himself saying, “Men are easily led astray by the greatest deceiver.  For their own hearts mislead them, down paths that the light of day would alarm even a sparrow to take flight.”  6 Such was the manner of his speech.  Because of the murmuring of voices in the crowd and the man’s distance from him he was unable to hear or understand everything that was going on, 7 but Ara-non knew something different was occurring in his lifetime.
   8 Ara-non had never before heard such bold words from anyone before.  Suddenly everyone was pointing at the skies overhead, screaming and running for shelter, even the cover of his merchant’s cart.  9 As birds were falling dead from the heavens like a flooding rain, they burst upon the ground in pools of blood everywhere, all at the behest of the pointing teacher as he taught his followers.
   10 Ara-non, like everyone else was greatly perplexed by the bewildering events that unfolded in the market that day.  In the frightening silence of the moment, Ara-non heard the man say something like, “ – only a few shall survive that day of God’s great wrath…”  11 Then the prophet Nadan pointed to the skies overhead, in the direction of the tent city of Slavath.  To their great dismay a few of the dead birds came back to life.  Two birds, that lay at Ara-non’s feet, stood up from their own pool of blood and at the man’s word, they flew away unharmed to where he pointed. 
   12 After a few more words, lost to the murmuring crowd, the angry priest summonsed the Tower guards, yelling for the great gates to be closed.  13 The merchants knew then that the disruption had caused the market to be closed early that day.  The Mitharians disliked not being in control of their city.
   14 In gathering up his belongings, Ara-non was ushered along with the flowing mass of people.  Back through the cobbled streets and through the Adjoining Gate to Lindol.  Along the way he caught various parts of conversations as many passed ahead of his cart.  15 It seemed the man called Nadan was indeed a prophet of some report, a healing story teller who condemned the ritual system of Mithar and their every changing doctrine.  Ara-non had never really given their religion much thought before as he was content with just earning coin enough to live.  16 But after today’s events the jewelry maker began to see his world differently for the first time.
   17 Some people passing Ara-non said the man’s ideas were worse than a court jester and others that he had placed a curse upon the king all for the sake of making a name for himself.  Ara-non saw a man of Lindol he knew and called out to him, “Dayiel, Dayiel – what you make of the things that happen in the square today, my friend?”
   18 Helping to push his cart along through the crowds, Dayiel answered, “Oh he is harmless sort, misunderstood by these weak minded fools running like rats.”  19  Dayiel was a sailor and he scoffed, “Nada is very wise Ara-non.  But I fear he is not wise enough to escape the anger of those, petty-priest someday.  His lofty words will be his undoing, I tell you.”  With that they parted ways.

The Prophet Nadan

   12 Three days later, the market at Mithar’s main gate was busier than it had been in a long time.  Buying and selling, music and noise, people and livestock abounded much like any other day at festival.
   2 After Ara-non had finished bartering a necklace for a turtledove with an old woman, he turned around and looked into the face of Nadan the prophet.  Ara-non stood speechless.
   3 Nadan said to his followers, while looking at the merchant before him, “Behold, one who shall tell the whole world how God saved him from his sorrows.”
   4 Then, Nadan turned to the quieting crowds about him.  “Illuva-Eru, the creator of all our imaginings and thoughts, did manifest them through his angelic Vala.  For it was, the Vala who sang the music of Eru’s very thoughts into being as it became the world we call Eriduah.  5 Yes - all these things are what we believe.  We are taught these things in both the temples of the city Lindol, and from the Watchtower of Mithar.
   6 “But – that great tale has been greatly twisted in both; for one would have you to worship the Vala with idols, and the other would have you enslaved to their ever changing rituals.  7 No brother should enslave another’s mind or body!
   8 "Listen well when I tell that The One And Always will not always suffer truth to become a lie.   9 For he shall come upon the world with great wrath, like a purging flood shall he wash his creation clean.  With mighty earthquakes and consuming fires shall the wicked maters be cast low,  10 and the slave who seeks Eru alone, shall find him in the still small voice of love."

  11 By now the city guards and priest were gathering and listening to the teachings of Nadan.  12 Then he added, “Leave all your distractions of this world behind you this day, come, and follow me.  None who follow the manifestation of Eru’s will, shall ever falter in his love.” With that, Nadan passed through the parting guards and priest as his men followed him out the southern gate.
   13 In that moment, even Ara-non abandoned his merchant’s cart, and never once did he ever look back with regret on that day.  14 Thus it was, that even a foolish sinner the likes of Ara-non Om’shular was given hope, for he became the eighth follower of Nadan Om’dir, the healing prophet, who was the manifested Will of Eru.


Zanell

    Ara-a-non visited a woman of Slavath one late night.  She was the wife of a merchant.  He was away gathering supplies at Kathos.  Aranon had seduced Zanell with flattering words.  Later she secretly invited him for more than words when her husband went away again.
   At night she opened the doorway of her tent for him wearing only thin veils as her marriage bed lay empty and cold.  Zanell in turned seduced the man who was not her husband with the dancing moves only a woman could show.  These became warm embraces upon her bed.  Soon they knew one another as man and wife, even though they did not belong as such.  Beneath the covers they found discovery.  After sometime, Zanell rose up saying to him, “Lie here my love till I return.  I must attend to my daughter who sleeps in the next room.” Her coy smile radiated with her eyes cutting back to look over her shoulder as Aranon eagerly awaited her return.
   Moments later the naked woman’s cutting smile returned and came lying beside him, then they enjoyed the company of one another even more than before.  Near dawn Aranon dressed and returned to his life in the city of Lindol beyond the Sibling Gate of Mithar.  Three days later Zanell sent word, an invitation for another evening of passion.  Seven such visits saw them burning in their desires for one another.  Yet, before an eighth could be spent together, Zanell sent word in a note saying, “Never again.”

   Eight years passed.  Then, while selling idols in the market square of Lindol a young girl came to Aranon.  She said nothing but only watched him trading with others.  Turning to her, the merchant Aranon asked, “Would you care to trade for the image of Ulmo, God of the Sea my sweet girl?”
   The girl gave no answer.
   Again, Aranon, “Ah, perhaps a lamp to recall the Blessed Light of the Goddess Yelovanna?”
   The girl of fifteen years smiled but gave no sign of interest in his wares.  Finally, she spoke, “I am E-no-lyn on Kathos.”
   Aranon stood as stone.
   Enolyn broke his silence, seeing his eyes recognized her name, “Yes, my mother was Zanell of Slavath.”
   A wondering smile came upon his face.
   The girl continued, “I remember seeing you love my mother.  On three different times I saw you embrace her in the cold night, and heard you other times as well.  Secret meetings, which my mother swore me to tell no one, and I never did.
   I remember seeing you on occasion in the temple; offering incense and prayers to Eru, The One alone.  I never forgot the time you picked me up and held me close to your warmth while my mother gave coins to the Mitharian Priest at their gate.
   There were many times I caught my mother stealing glances in search of you after you both no longer met; but, you never saw us watching you from afar.  With that Enolyn smiled.
   How –,” Aranon began to ask?
   How is she,” Enolyn asked in his stead?
   Yes,” He confirmed.  How is your mother – and father, Jafeth?”
   My father is not well --.”
   I am sorry to--,” Aranon began, but the girl continued, with, “My father is not well since--” She removed a bracelet and handed it to the jewelry merchant.  He knew very well the distinctive woven pattern of red and yellow, beaded wristlet for it was his own.  Aranon’s heart sank as his eyes welled with tears.
   My mother always whispered to me that if anything was ever to --”
   I know.  When?  How,” he cried, listening to her answer?
   My mother always bought fresh fish caught at the sea port of Kathos.  I am still unsure what she enjoyed more, the dress stalls or riding her horse southward to get there.
   Seven weeks ago a snake crossed her path throwing her from the horse.  Other travelers found her on the road where she lay for more than a day.”
   The man’s face was consumed with age that suddenly came over him, “Enolyn, my deepest sorrow could never tell you how sorry I am.”  The loss was crushing news to the old merchant.
   A few moments later, the young girl smiled again, and asked, “I myself am to be a bride to Joel, a fishmonger of Kathos in three days’ time.  Joel looks at me the same way my mother did you from afar.  So, tell me truly Aranon, had Zanell not belong to my father, would you have --?”
   Two winters ago I felt the sorrow your father does now sweet one.  For the next ten thousand years shall I ever mourn your mother’s loss as she touched me like no other could,” he said with a broken smile holding back the tears.

   Before she turned to leave, Enolyn said, “I always had great affection for you Aranon for the love I saw you held for my mother, and the tenderness you embraced me as well.  She cared deeply for you, you know -- all these many years.”





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