Date: 9/26/97 3:24 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: Takcouma
Exploring the surroundings just outside the arena seem to attract the lady Marit's mind this evening. She ventured toward a path into a forest nearby that seemed welcoming enough. Her footsteps ventured her toward what appeared to be a tattered scroll lying near a stump. She picked it up and began reading: Copy the behaviour of a dog who always has his heart and his eye upon his master; even if his master whip him and throw stones at him, the dog follows, wagging his tail....Wherefore for a better and stronger reason, women ought to have a perfect and solemn love for their husbands. The wind howled in and carried the scroll out of her hands where it landed twenty kilometers away at the ankles of a man. He reached down and picked the scroll up. After rolling the parchment tight, he reached into his cloak pocket and retrieved a brown ribbon. While tying, he settled his eyes on her. She stood there watching him. He began his pace toward her with solemn movements. Neither of the two, straying from eye contact. She just stood there watching as he stopped before her. A slight smile formed on his lips. "M'lady, Tis is yers." he said. "Nay...Tis the winds, lest ye wish to claim it." She responded and she smiled cleverly in return. "Verra well then. Ye obviously do nay stake a claim. Of what subject matter did ye find within?" He asked. "I found littleness." She answered. A swirl of light hued his eyes. She watched him put the scroll into his pocket. "Verra well then, I must go on me way." She said. He stepped aside. With that, she began her step forward and walked about three paces. "M'lady,....Tis dangerous fer a lady such as yerself to be walking in these woods alone. I wonder why such loveliness does nay 'ave it's escort." She swirled around to face him. "Thank ye. I ...I..do nay find the need for an escort as of this moment and of danger, there is that even in words. I know verra well of danger." "Ah." He straightened up. Ye dwell about these parts, M'lady?" "Nay." Her answer was brief. "I am interrupting a destination, M'lady?" "Nay." This time she smiled. "M'lady, what name is it I may address ye as, I may ask." "Marit Takcouma." He bowed and with that she extended her hand and he made introduction of himself. "Me lady, seeing as ye make it clear that ye are just wandering about...Would ye mind we sit and chat then." "I would like to walk and chat, M'lord." "As ye wish, M'lady Marit."
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Date: 9/27/97 12:00 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: Takcouma
They began their walk in earnest, at least so, it appeared.
"And so where is it that ye reside?" he asked.
"Reside or visiting as guest, M'lord?" She tipped her head toward him.
He chuckled and took in a breath.
She glanced toward the mounds in a field, the trees beginning to become less.
He stopped and drew in a thinking stare.
"Twas once a great monastery 'ere." His stare became painful for a moment, but disappeared with the first response of a word from her.
"Aye, and now tis nothing but a story." She added.
"That would be correct, M'lady. Twas once a famous seat for learning and had 4,000 students."
He skipped toward a tree beside a road, completely unmarked or signposted. The tree stood in remarkable stature. She followed and approached. Upon closer examination, she discovered the tree to be studded with thousands of beads.
"The parsonage 'ere ,...." He started his sentence, but stopped and gave nothing more than a studied look to her expression. He watched her flicker a small smile and followed her eyes to a spot on some grass. She walked slowly toward it and sat. Another moment passed during which he watched her close her eyes. She seemed to be enjoying the casualty of coolness in the air. He advanced forward and make a seat for himself beside her. Marit
opened her eyes and favored him with a welcoming nod. He opened his eyes a small bit wider, for surprise, he had not noted before that her eyes were pure the color of gold.
"M'lady, I am surprised that ye are nay blind....for yer eyes are jeweled ones indeed."
"Aye, I am stunned as well." Her comment was low and continued, "Tis the verra reason I do nay reside in me birthplace. The King there would 'ave them upon a matching platter."
"Ah, then the King there is nay a wise one, I say."
"Ah, but ye do nay know this King and so then how can ye say he does nay harbour wisdom?"
"A question so I may answer that?" He glanced to her unassuredly.
She nodded.
"Ye wish blindness."
She laughed. "Of course, I do nay."
"Ah, then me lady....the King there is nay a wise one." He answered her this time with no doubt.
Quickly then, she asked, "Ye were saying about the parsonage?"
From: Takcouma
They began their walk in earnest, at least so, it appeared.
"And so where is it that ye reside?" he asked.
"Reside or visiting as guest, M'lord?" She tipped her head toward him.
He chuckled and took in a breath.
She glanced toward the mounds in a field, the trees beginning to become less.
He stopped and drew in a thinking stare.
"Twas once a great monastery 'ere." His stare became painful for a moment, but disappeared with the first response of a word from her.
"Aye, and now tis nothing but a story." She added.
"That would be correct, M'lady. Twas once a famous seat for learning and had 4,000 students."
He skipped toward a tree beside a road, completely unmarked or signposted. The tree stood in remarkable stature. She followed and approached. Upon closer examination, she discovered the tree to be studded with thousands of beads.
"The parsonage 'ere ,...." He started his sentence, but stopped and gave nothing more than a studied look to her expression. He watched her flicker a small smile and followed her eyes to a spot on some grass. She walked slowly toward it and sat. Another moment passed during which he watched her close her eyes. She seemed to be enjoying the casualty of coolness in the air. He advanced forward and make a seat for himself beside her. Marit
opened her eyes and favored him with a welcoming nod. He opened his eyes a small bit wider, for surprise, he had not noted before that her eyes were pure the color of gold.
"M'lady, I am surprised that ye are nay blind....for yer eyes are jeweled ones indeed."
"Aye, I am stunned as well." Her comment was low and continued, "Tis the verra reason I do nay reside in me birthplace. The King there would 'ave them upon a matching platter."
"Ah, then the King there is nay a wise one, I say."
"Ah, but ye do nay know this King and so then how can ye say he does nay harbour wisdom?"
"A question so I may answer that?" He glanced to her unassuredly.
She nodded.
"Ye wish blindness."
She laughed. "Of course, I do nay."
"Ah, then me lady....the King there is nay a wise one." He answered her this time with no doubt.
Quickly then, she asked, "Ye were saying about the parsonage?"
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Date: 9/28/97 1:17 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: Takcouma
"The parsonage is that of me brother's."
She lifted her head. "I see, M'lord."
"Come, M'lady..." His eyes then twinkled in challenge. "Come, Marit Lady of Wordy danger and I will show ye something."
She arose from her seat, indication of accepting the challenge and followed him. He stopped before the beautiful setting of an open field stretching down to a river.
"and it is ye that owns this land?" She asked, staring out with a capture of awe etched into expression.
"Nay, M'lady...but someone in me family line does. I own the land beyond it." He answered.
An air of quietness settled in, all except the song of a robin.
"M'lady, I would be honored to show ye."
Marit got the impression the land he spoke of was even more beautiful than what she was laying eyes on now.
"M'lord, I would love to accompany ye there...but.,......" she looked to the setting sun, "Tis getting late for me."
"Mind ifin I escort ye?" he asked.
She chuckled lightly. "Ye are a persistent one and for that persistence, I accept."
From: Takcouma
"The parsonage is that of me brother's."
She lifted her head. "I see, M'lord."
"Come, M'lady..." His eyes then twinkled in challenge. "Come, Marit Lady of Wordy danger and I will show ye something."
She arose from her seat, indication of accepting the challenge and followed him. He stopped before the beautiful setting of an open field stretching down to a river.
"and it is ye that owns this land?" She asked, staring out with a capture of awe etched into expression.
"Nay, M'lady...but someone in me family line does. I own the land beyond it." He answered.
An air of quietness settled in, all except the song of a robin.
"M'lady, I would be honored to show ye."
Marit got the impression the land he spoke of was even more beautiful than what she was laying eyes on now.
"M'lord, I would love to accompany ye there...but.,......" she looked to the setting sun, "Tis getting late for me."
"Mind ifin I escort ye?" he asked.
She chuckled lightly. "Ye are a persistent one and for that persistence, I accept."
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Date: 10/3/97 4:24 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: Takcouma
They walked placidly amidst the forest, pass the tree studded with beads and to the path Marit had first found to be welcoming. "The arena is nay too far oft", she said. When they reached the arena, he face held sadness. "M’lady, is this where this evening ends?" he asked. She glanced upward toward the sun, then back to him with a smile. "I ‘ave a little time to spare." She answered. Marit stepped to a wooden bench and there she sat. He had not taken his gaze from her. There was something mystifying about her and this wave of aura swept over him. He reached into his pocket and pulled the scroll out. He seated himself beside her and unfolded it. She watched him as he silently read the contents. He wore a sword band across his chest encrusted with silver-thread embroidery which went well with his bucket-topped boots. When it was apparent that he finished reading, she inclined her head toward his well-shaped face. His blue eyes were more gentle then his dark peaked brows. "M’lady, tell me, why do ye find these words of littleness?" He asked, calmly. "M’lord….Tis implying that women are inferior beings." She answered. "Ah….and so ye do nay agree that women ought ‘ave a perfect and solemn love for their husbands?" "Nay, I didn’t say that…." She chuckled. "but in that writing, women are compared to dogs…and dogs ‘ave no mind…and are inferior. But women…’ave a mind." He held up both hands. "M’lady, ye need nay go on further. I do understand and I do agree…the words are of some little mind whose action is like that of a dog. Prolly some stangster took pen to these words. But do tell me what ye think the role of a lady is to her lord?" "First, I must shall tell ye that a women ‘as worth far above gold and all the material riches in all the land. Ifin she takes a lord, he should trust in her. And ifin he does nay trust her, then spoils will he find for himself. Too, he should nay take her lest he trusts her in the first place. She will give to him only that which is good….for all the days of their life together. She will be kind to him. She will look after the household in which they build. Her husband gives praise to her. Beauty is nothing lest it comes forth from the heart and ifin a man can tender to her heart and take care of it…she will forever tend to his needs and therein find beauty." "And what of the lady who does nay ‘ave these intentions.?" "Ah…..tis exactly why a lord should choose with the best of his honor." "M’lady, ye make it sound like more work for a lord than a lady." "M’lord….nay….tis hard work for the both. But remember, without a lady, a lord’s household can nay multiply." "And ifin he does nay wish his household to multiply?" "then so dies his family name and therefore his race." She stood up and gently, tossed her long auburn, gold-streaked braid over her shoulder. He stood too. "M’lady, when may I show ye the land?" "Meet me ‘ere, M’lord in three days time when the sun is directly overhead." She extended her hand and he bowed and place a kiss thereon. "M’lady…..until I may be graced with yer like again, farewell to thee, and bid I, take care." "Travel Well, M’lord as ye may be."
From: Takcouma
They walked placidly amidst the forest, pass the tree studded with beads and to the path Marit had first found to be welcoming. "The arena is nay too far oft", she said. When they reached the arena, he face held sadness. "M’lady, is this where this evening ends?" he asked. She glanced upward toward the sun, then back to him with a smile. "I ‘ave a little time to spare." She answered. Marit stepped to a wooden bench and there she sat. He had not taken his gaze from her. There was something mystifying about her and this wave of aura swept over him. He reached into his pocket and pulled the scroll out. He seated himself beside her and unfolded it. She watched him as he silently read the contents. He wore a sword band across his chest encrusted with silver-thread embroidery which went well with his bucket-topped boots. When it was apparent that he finished reading, she inclined her head toward his well-shaped face. His blue eyes were more gentle then his dark peaked brows. "M’lady, tell me, why do ye find these words of littleness?" He asked, calmly. "M’lord….Tis implying that women are inferior beings." She answered. "Ah….and so ye do nay agree that women ought ‘ave a perfect and solemn love for their husbands?" "Nay, I didn’t say that…." She chuckled. "but in that writing, women are compared to dogs…and dogs ‘ave no mind…and are inferior. But women…’ave a mind." He held up both hands. "M’lady, ye need nay go on further. I do understand and I do agree…the words are of some little mind whose action is like that of a dog. Prolly some stangster took pen to these words. But do tell me what ye think the role of a lady is to her lord?" "First, I must shall tell ye that a women ‘as worth far above gold and all the material riches in all the land. Ifin she takes a lord, he should trust in her. And ifin he does nay trust her, then spoils will he find for himself. Too, he should nay take her lest he trusts her in the first place. She will give to him only that which is good….for all the days of their life together. She will be kind to him. She will look after the household in which they build. Her husband gives praise to her. Beauty is nothing lest it comes forth from the heart and ifin a man can tender to her heart and take care of it…she will forever tend to his needs and therein find beauty." "And what of the lady who does nay ‘ave these intentions.?" "Ah…..tis exactly why a lord should choose with the best of his honor." "M’lady, ye make it sound like more work for a lord than a lady." "M’lord….nay….tis hard work for the both. But remember, without a lady, a lord’s household can nay multiply." "And ifin he does nay wish his household to multiply?" "then so dies his family name and therefore his race." She stood up and gently, tossed her long auburn, gold-streaked braid over her shoulder. He stood too. "M’lady, when may I show ye the land?" "Meet me ‘ere, M’lord in three days time when the sun is directly overhead." She extended her hand and he bowed and place a kiss thereon. "M’lady…..until I may be graced with yer like again, farewell to thee, and bid I, take care." "Travel Well, M’lord as ye may be."