.......alone you stand in the middle of a beautiful white gazebo covered in flowers, the forest around you, and a crowd of men before you. Butterflies flutter by, birds are chirping in the trees, clouds frolic with shadows that run along the grass, and the men remind you of a presidential press conference, each vie your attention. Out of the corner of your eye you catch a movement, and your eyes seek.
.......you see this man, apart from the crowd, and in one of his hands there is a wine bottle and a couple of glasses dangling from his fingertips, the arm curled and a picnic basket hanging in space. He is smiling. Is he waving too? He stands at the opening of a welcoming path into the woods.
Your intuition tells you this is not just another wolf in sheep's clothing……
FLASHBACK: 200 years before, from my journal...
The moon appears crisp and clear in the evening sky as clouds are for now absent, but there is a storm coming. My boots kick hollow echoes along the cobblestones with each stride as I make my way along the wharf, my sword hanging from my side asleep. This search has shown me much, yet I long for something more. People are a little curious here, somewhat pitiful there, when lo! A soft voice as melodic as a whippoorwill floats towards me in the night air!
“I do like that hat.”
Huh? I turn towards this songbird and…well; I’d like to think that is the exact moment when I decided to give my life new direction. It IS a cool hat though. Originally it was purchased at The Sharper Image, handed over to me as a result of an amazing poker hand, but she wouldn’t know that. She was two hundred years ago.
As I move towards her the wind from the brewing storm blows the mist from my eyes and the sleeves of my blouse balloon out from my arms like the sails of a tall ship. With long slow strides I walk up, remove my plumed hat with a flourish, bow, and say, "Good evening Milady. Please allow me to introduce myself. Gregory, at your service."
“Thank you, good sir," she says. "Perhaps you can help me," a statement, not a question. I couldn't tell if she was merely pondering the possibility or considering even allowing it in the first place. But as I behold the most beautiful woman in the world sitting in silhouette against the moonlit bay, her amazing hair blowing in the breeze, my mind races, and as I gaze into her eyes, searching for something clever to say, of a sudden words escape me. Awe does indeed have the power to silence one’s tongue. My heart starts pounding against the inside of my chest, and I knew, KNEW, if I spoke then my voice would squeak like that of a schoolboy.
Suddenly, from up the wharf, a gruff voice speaks from the night!
“You, there! Stand down or defend yourself!” and his harsh words sail like arrows with me as the mark, and I think, ‘Hmm ... straight out of the Arnoude’s School of Fence, handbook.’ Preceded by the sound of his fast footfalls this stranger hurries up to us.
“I am sorry I am late Lady... Is this man bothering you?” he asks with an arrogant and ugly glance thrown at my feet, a gauntlet of false machismo.
This was not starting out friendly…
but just like that I found my tongue and knew exactly what to say! “Excuse me? Does the Sun, Father of nourishment, bother the flowers on a warm summer day? Does the Moon, Goddess of the hunt, bother the stars on her march across the horizon? Nay sir, perhaps it is you that is the bother. Perhaps if YOU had not been late Milady would not now be in need of assistance?”
And I threw his arrogant glance right back at him. His hand reaches for the hilt of his sword as does mine. The storm rises around us like a spectral audience, and these ghosts, whispering in a rolling thunder, ponder when to throw the first lightning bolt. But for now I hesitate, allowing him the first move...
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