Rook… Takes death seriously.
Rook half runs, half flaps his way across the field whilst peering nervously behind as often as he possibly can, only to be rewarded with sight of the two dogs appearing through the gateway into the field. At first the dogs mill about sniffing the air and unsure of Rooks direction, but then one or other animal either catches sight, or smell of him, and then they are closing in fast to where Rook is flapping feebly on the grass. Rook knows that they have only one thing on their minds, his coup de grace… Rook no longer has any choice, wounded or not, he must find the sky again! Rook wearily flaps his wings and dancing, prancing sideways, and although in ever increasing pain, he manages to rise upon his black feathered wings. The dogs snarl and bark their annoyance as yet again they see the loss of his feathery body between the jaws of their yapping mouths, “damn you rook” they howl in unison, and Rook now heading up into the sky, and feeling somewhat braver now, is cocky enough to caw out his derision of their puny attempts to slay him, the Rook..!
And then a sudden and unexpectedly bang, coupled with the farmers lead shot flying past Rooks head, speedily persuades him to get a flapping harder, and he limps higher, and then slides and glides into the distance heading for the Mans walled garden.
Five minutes later, sees Rook in so much pain with all this flying, that he has no choice but to land in the forbidden garden of the Green Man. Rook sees the familiar tangle of old overgrown trees and undergrowth within the high walls, and goes into a slow glide towards what he hopes will be the perfect hiding place to check his wounds. As Rook approaches the trees however, he sees them change into mighty oaks, the walls are gone, and a great forest stretches out as far as his eyes can perceive. Its too late now however to change his path, for he guesses this to be the work of his former master, the Green Man!
Kynyav on the cliffs of the Lizard at Poldhu.
Kynyav has left Carniggy’s garden, she needs to think, for some unknown reason she feels restless, but she knows not why? It is nearly time for her to except her chore for the year, and bring summer to an end. Her dance of acceptance is expected of her presently, and she can no more keep Hav waiting, than she can change the direction that the earth beneath her spins in. However when she awoke this time beneath her trees, she had known instantly that something within her father’s realm had changed, something large, and that there was a presence within its walls that she knew intimately, but somehow had forgotten. When she had sent out tendrils of her magics to ascertain this feeling, she found that it appeared all around her in one way, and yet in another, it appeared centred in the direction of Hav’s own garden. As Kynyav had lifted above her walls and left her garden, she had begun to consider that Hav was mayhap spinning her own magics in her garden rather than outside the wall of Carniggy. She wasn’t sure how this made her feel, so for now she would ignore it, but she knew she would have to investigate later and even maybe lightly touch her other two sisters Gwenton and Gwav for their own thoughts. Kynyav lifted up into the sky and slipped across the cove below with its church and onto Poldhu where she alighted gently on the cliffs looking out over the ocean, and here she decides to think on her life.
Kynyav ponders that although she thinks she is oh so clever in her taunting of Pan, that in fact Pan may well be pulling her strings to his own tune. Since entering Cornwall and coming back to the Lizard, she has not actually set eyes upon him, damn her if her father the Man has anything to do with that! She has faith in her father, for he very rarely dispatches anything as far as she knows, and as always he prefers to duck and weave sometimes even his responsibilities. However at the back of her mind crawls the idea that her father may well have his own agenda, for she knows that Pan will have followed her here to the Lizard, and she had thought to maybe dally with him. There is something else worrying her though, for she feels as though there is another in the garden in Carniggy, and it is almost as though she has felt another god or goddess there. This new deity, if that is what it is, appears to be extremely powerful, and Kynyav wonders if her mother has returned to the world, or if she ever left? So with the feelings that she had when she awoke today, and this new worry of a new deity, she has much to dwell on.
Kynyav addresses her appearance, for although she is autumn, she doesn’t have to appear as late in the season. With her natural talents Kynyav brings forth the fruit of the hedgerow, blackberries, sloes, and rosé hips as an intertwined crown upon her brow. And then clothes herself in such sumptuous silks of orange flame, mixed with brownish hues, Kynyav believes she will go a hunting for her Pan! She reasons she has led him a merry dance for far too long, and now it is in deed time to reach the fundamental play in their game of lust. Kynyav believes she might as well enjoy Pan’s yearning for her, as she has no other male equal to play with. In Kynyav’s mind there is however a slight regret, and just for an instant Tom’s face rises to the surface, but then slowly fades. Tom had been a short tryst that she didn’t understand, and one that had given her Cordelia, and even now she speculates just why she ever had a child? As a goddess, as a season, she had no need for a child, after all what position would this child play in the round, there was no position for a fifth season within this, Gaia’s world!
The caravans at the bluebell dell.
Away in the forest at Carniggy, the gypsy woman turns from a stick she is whittling, and stares towards the coastline she knows is out there beyond the walls of the garden. Although it is unseen by her eyes presently, she smiles and then ducks her head back to her work, Kynyav has a real daughter, not like the child she is creating from this wood. Beneath her hands, she is making little wooden children, and on the step of her caravan, she has a line of them finished. Time is nothing to the gypsy and she moves freely though it, and as she carves, she observes that Lowarn is back to hunting rabbits in the woods. She knows he will make a stew, and she knows this will be discovered soon. Just as she finishes her work, and picks up a silver pot that she had been working on earlier, a man, and Jago appear in a slight flash of stars on the edge of the dell that she and Lowarn are presently living in. The man looks confused, however Jago not so much, and in the background the gypsy smells the rabbit stew, and senses that all is going to the worlds plan.
The Mouse’s Tail.
Mouse sits upon the girl’s right hand, she does smell so right, but with his beady eyes, he can see now that she is not Hav his lovely Goddess, she who would take him foraging for his winter’s store, and before Gwav her stately sister begins her winters tale of woe, snow and ice. But Mouse knows that Hav is on her way here right now, for he has caught sight of Kingfishers flight to be amongst the cherry Faeries, and knows that she will snitch on this fae’s chance encounter with Hav’s house. This Fae smells so right, almost as if she were one of the seasons, but not quite, and so as sun is fading fast. As he sits upon her shoulder though, mouse has a feeling, its as though inside this girl who looks just like Kynyav, yes, yes, she appears just as Kynyav, but not, and has some thing monstrous within! Mouse’s nose quivers and he shivers, and then the feeling is gone, and now Mouse endeavours to explain to Cora the danger she may find herself in presently!
Cora in the house of ‘Hav’.
As soon as Cora understood what Mouse was excitedly squeaking, she stood up instantly and wondered if she should hide, and where? For Mouse, seemed to be saying that she was in deadly peril from the Goddess of Summer?
Hav with her faery court at the edge of the great forest.
Kingfisher tells Hav all of what she has seen, but cannot say what the intruder is up to in Hav’s house, as after all, she did not venture in herself, for she is afraid of the intruder for some reason? Kingfisher does however tell Have that the person reminds her of Hav’s siblings, and yet somehow not. Hav stands aloof and haughty, her nose twitches like a rabbit, and then she says to no one in particular… “One of my sister’s is mayhap nearby, I detect her perfumes upon the air… And yet I see nothing of her seasonal feminine wending wiles?” And then leaving this short speech to hang in the air, Hav strides out of the forest shade most boldly, away across the sward she glides, and then directly to the moat. As Hav arrives with her entourage in tow, and them all of a twitter, Hav’s golden hair is suddenly pulled in tight and bound by flowers of every type. Her dress a cornucopia of summer flowers and vines in the greatest of vigour, changes now to become a shade of deepest pink. At the edge of the moat however and just for a moment, her adoring vassals grow silent as she stops, and then. Hav raises her tiny foot to step out upon her moat. Where upon the moats water lily pads extend their giant water borne leaves and spread like a carpet of shiny green, and with popping sounds their buds go from bud to flower in mere seconds, to spread beyond the bank across the waters to the great stonewall of Hav’s garden. Now Hav waves her left hand in a somewhat courtly, but nonetheless somehow diminished wave, for all to proceed across this footpath made.
And so court of Hav once more singing her praises in their tinkling bell like voices, and with kingfisher now perched upon Hav’s right shoulder, wend their way across the bridge of lily’s. At the moats end and where the water meets stone, vines instantly grow and hang down from the wall loosely. These vines then sprout rose without thorn and become a densely packed spiralling staircase, which Hav and all the court do then ascend. At the top of the wall however, Hav stops momentarily, and then looking back, watches the huge golden carp that inhabit the moats waters, push their mouths out of the water to give their homage to their summer Goddess. At this praise, Hav then magnanimous throws forth a shower of insect grubs for them to dine on and then turns to survey her garden… All this time the cherry faeries have kept up their riotous twinkly clamour, flitting and flying around Hav, and also down both sides of the wall, their agitation increases and more of the faeries from the cherry trees in the centre of the garden fly to join them. Now the trees empty and left completely nude, bare branches that no longer hide the statue of the divine Hav.
Hav stands atop the wall momentarily, eyes flashing, her face proud in the knowing of her powers, the rose staircase falling away into the garden and sprawling out on the grass there. Hav as she starts to descend to the garden proper, speaks out grandly, her voice clearly carrying to every corner of the garden, though not inside her house.
“Sister Kynyav come forth, I feel your power and smell your essence, and yet I do not see your court, have you then come to visit in friendship?”
In the garden true, below Hav, the flowers along the walls boil awash with summers fullness and vigour grow bigger, greener and brighter, their scents almost overpowering. They are nevertheless completely unable to mask Hav’s own beguiling summery perfume. Hav’s faeries then lift her up in their exultation, and with no less fever, they then lower the vision that is Hav, softly to the ground so that her feet have no need to touch the rose stairway at all. Hav alights slightly to the left of the Lychee tree, and her deepest blue eyes, tinged with the slightest sea green, take in the muddle of Lychee husks beneath the trees boughs. Hav’s eye then spy the sight of the messy trail of husks and seeds that lead directly to her house..
Cora in the house of ‘Hav’.
Mouse has become somewhat frantic now, and then he runs down her arm and leaps from her fingertips to the ground, where spinning in circles he runs and scampers, squeaking his fears to Cora, whom he knows somehow he should trust? “Hide, hide, under the couch, or by the door, for I can hear, smell, and feel that Hav my Goddess approaches now, she is in her garden and is not pleased!”
Cora panics and looks from side to side, but she is no mouse that can easily hide just anywhere, and then she catches the essence of a perfume on the slight summer breeze. At the same time Cora also hears a chorus of tinkling tricky faery voices from just outside the doorway, and their voices are getting increasingly louder… It’s too late, way too late to hide and she must meet the goddess of this house just where she stands, and Cora feels dread for the first time in her life, real dread, for she can actually feel this goddess like a bramble crawling on her skin…
And so…. Ends Chapter 9..