She does not belong to you, this woman of your house. No more than land, that shall remain for long after your day is done. She is of the village, and the people, and worth more than any man. For one man might lay the seeds of multitudes in a day, the land must bear the crops to grow. It is the woman’s inclination to do so, but the womb bears the great burden, however gladly. All sense demands we are fruitful, and fill the land with our wisdom. Should the foreigner wish to claim her, then let them offer token, that they are ally, not conquer, nor brigand. That her great worth be shown some measure of honor, for what in multitudes, might never be repaid.– The Path of Ascension, circa 70 B.E.
A House of the Plain
It was dusk, and though a village may lay somewhere over the next horizon, it was difficult to tell how far. A man had herded mixed cattle onto the road, but was struggling to get them to cross out of the way. He glanced up to four weary travelers, though looked no less so himself.
“You women on your way to town?” the man asked, and wiped his brow. He seemed both surprised, and shrewd. “That’s a good few hours on… with tired horses.”
“We are,” Kiannae offered.
“Scripture says we should offer rest to the weary, but I don’t have much to offer. Certainly not my own time, to introduce you to the wife. You lot are on horses, you care to help round up the rest? Get them up into the fences? Be a lot easier for you to chase down stragglers. Give me… seven shillings, and I’ll see to dinner, and you can have the barn for the night. A fair price, fairer than you’ll get from the inn, and it used to be a barn any how. Besides, it’s clear out, it’ll be quite chilly by the time you get there, worse if a wind kicks up. I think it might, if you were thinking of staying out on the plans. Daughter’s good with horses, too, for a fair price.”Continue reading “Chapter III:66”