LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC- THE WEDDING - SECTION 2

 LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC

THE WEDDING - SECTION 2

FIERY COMET

Svein, spotting this magnificent horse had been unable to restrain his admiring gaze, and so had lingered on the spot a moment or two longer than usual.  However, prejudging that the horse of this breed and magnificent bearing would be far beyond his means, he then turned and prepared to pass it by when the burly (robust) steward Kurin rushed towards him and, grabbing hold of his sleeve and tugging at it, began steering Svein towards the horse, as he wagged his tongue in coercion.

“You look like an intelligent and discerning young man, one that recognizes the worth of this magnificent steed.  All about here are fools, pay no attention to them.  Come, come, and look.  Take a good closer look; see how spirited and strong he is.  Look at his strong body, his shining coat, his luxurious mane.  Is he not superior to any others you’ve seen in the market today?  Why, you should feel privileged just to be near such a magnificent stallion.”

Holding his awe in check, Svein nodded his head approvingly.  Truly the horse was a superb specimen, a breed the like of which he had not seen before- save for the pages of books.  Excitement filled his heart as he approached the animal.

“Listen, I can see that you are an astute young lad.  I mean to do you a good turn,” Kurin continued ceaselessly, encouraged by Svein’s lack of an outright refusal to take a closer look at the horse.  “For you are not like this other beggarly lots.  No sir, you are indeed a most worthy young man.  You deserve to own such a horse, and I mean to help you realize your goal.  The horse should be ridden by one such as yourself and no other.  What do you say?  Are you interested?  If you are, I’m willing to make further concessions, and, just for you, I’ll even lower my asking price still another notch.  Well, what do you say?  Now, don’t take too long to make up your mind, or I may realize that I’m being too generous and therefore rescind my offer.  I mean I may change my mind about letting it go for such a low price.  As it is, I’m already taking a big loss.”

Though he had kept alluding to ‘lower price’, no specific figure had been cited, and, having arrived late at the market, Svein had not the slightest idea as to what price the steward was referring to. Still, it would not do to inform the seller of this.

“Sir, you are most generous with your offer of this horse to me, and I remain not without gratitude for your consideration.  Indeed, I would feel it an honor to own such a magnificent steed.” Svein declared with an appeasing smile.  But then he hesitated with his next words as he fingered the few remaining gold pieces in his pocket.  “However, I doubt that I can meet your asking price, therefore I must ask you, sir, to allow me to continue on my way.”  So, saying, he tried to take his leave, but the seller pretended not to have heard Svein’s last words and hastened forward, leading the horse by the bridle, until he again stood in solid stance before Svein.

Kurin’s forced smile made the scar on his forehead and cheek even more seemingly, as he tried his best to appear congenial. “Though the asking price is quite low, it can be further negotiated to meet with your approval, sir.”  He then invited Svein to take another close look and mount the horse for a good try if he so desired.  When Svein showed reluctance, Kurin quickly quoted his rock-bottom price.  Svein, dumbfounded by the lowness of it, was devoid of any response.  Unfortunately, it was still not low enough for Svein.  Just as Svein was about to explain to the steward that he was not against making the deal, only that he had within his means, a slightly lesser amount than even the last quoted price, when a do-gooder, keeping his distance, extended his warning to Svein with a shout, not to make the purchase.

Persistent haranguer, undeterred by Kurin’s murderous look as he ground his teeth, at safer distance, continued with his barking his dire warnings and hurling at Kurin many vulgar, slanderous words.  As he did this his animated gestures anew, drew (magnetized) more spectators to the scene.  Others joined in; in safe distance as well, they flung their abusive words at the steward Kurin for trying to sell a dangerous animal to the unsuspecting youth; while still others directed their voices at Svein, advising him not to be duped by this cheat.

The exchanged hostility, the cacophony of hurled abuses, slanders and threats – this dangerous precedence was unexpectedly thwarted however, upon the sudden appearance of an armed regulator (police) on the scene.   Many took to their heels; save for Svein and the Steward.

Kurin going forward, exchanged few words with the regulator some of it appearing to be a threat; but then he pressed the necessary bribe into the palm of the regulator, promised to conclude his business succinctly and about face, he retreated his steps back to Svein.

Encouraged by the fact that this brave youth had not scattered like the rest and in fact, remained on the scene, Kurin now did his best to finalize the deal. As an added incentive, he even lowered the quoted price further.

In truth, from the start Svein had recognized the horse’s fiery, untamed nature and had also been aware of the superstition concerning the markings.  Only, possessing a clearer head and understanding the root of it, he had remained quite undeterred in his aim.  The only obstruction to this transaction had been the shortfall (insufficiency) of his funds.

When Svein had left home, he had within his means more than enough in gold to cover any deal but, due to circumstances encountered along the way, the sum had been greatly reduced, leaving him now in this bind.  Still, he was not disheartened.  Recognizing his advantageous position he had simply bid his time and waited to hear the desired sum.

Short time before the appearance of the regulator on the scene, though it had been inconceivable, Svein had thought, for a spell, he’d recognized a certain old man among the jeering crowd; but after brief scrutiny, he’d heaved a sigh of relief knowing his eyes had deceived him, that in fact, it had not been him. A curious expression dawned (manifested) on his face just then, as the wagging tongues of the crowd around him gradually grew muted and another reality set in - the reality of the last two days.

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 Svein was back on the lone stretch of a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, advancing with bold strides.  Under the canopy of the smoldering midday sun, he remained oblivious to the rivulets of perspiration that ran down his forehead.  Not a breath of air stirred.  All was eerily quiet.  The dust kicked off by his feet leisurely settled back once more behind him to create shallow, solitary impressions of his feet.  Tall grasses, partially yellowed, drooped in a listless mood flanking the road. His feet subsequently led him to even more desolate section, where large areas of earth were mantled in misshapen mounts of black, at times sticky hard, charcoaled, amidst powdery black shapes generating bizarre, surreal landscapes.

Shortly before dawn, in another inhospitable segment that had cut through a rocky ridge (ravine), he had had a brush with the group of bandits.  They had pegged him an easy prey since he was traveling alone on this isolated route.  But even though they were armed, mounted and greatly outnumbered him, after several rounds of fighting, seeing that Svein could not be bested, they had scurried off in defeat to the safety of the hills.

At such a young age, caution being an alien concept to the youthful enthusiasm, it had occurred to Svein during the fight to unhorse one of the burly bandits and then gallop after the fleeing bunch, to teach them a proper lesson they soon won’t forget. But that same instant, unbidden had come to mind, his uncle’s stern face and words that quickly curtailed this objective.

Dusting off his clothes, he’d then with unfaltering energy, had continued on his way, in due course covering a great distance and though it was now midday, he still had kept up his speed without stopping for rest, food, water, shade or encountering another sort of brigand band or group of thugs, hence, missing out on another exciting opportunity to practice his prowess.

 A while back he had felt certain spying eyes tracking his advance, but after a time, they had shrewdly aborted the notion of another, equally unproductive engagement.

The surrounding landscape growing still more desolate with each step, he was on the verge of being despondent (glum) by the insipid surroundings and the subsequent lackluster (drab) trek that went on and on without end- when the tedious silence was broken by the distant, barely audible sobs and groans.  His acute hearing homing into this disturbance, he advanced towards it with renewed zeal- anything to break this monotony! The ejected sounds gradually increased in volume with each step, a telltale sign that he was headed in the right direction.  And sure enough, before long the obscure object on the side of the road, beside a ditch up ahead, began to take form of that of an old man, a peasant in somewhat tattered clothing.  He was crouched in the outline of a ball, hugging his knees and rocking back and forth.  At present he had his head buried between his arms as he continued to emit sporadic groans punctuated by heart- rending sobs.  Svein hastened his steps towards this unfortunate fellow and, nearing him, halted only a few inches away.

Reaching out and gently placing a hand over the old man’s shoulder, he then accosted him, “What ails you, elder?  Can I be of any help?”

With a start the old man ceased his loud sobs and looked up; so, consumed he’d been with his troubles and sorrow that he’d remained oblivious up till then, to Svein’s presence.  What greeted Svein was the weathered, dusty face, scored with wrinkles and scars, evidently wiped clean with the tears that had poured endlessly from his puffed, bloodshot eyes.  In the absence of words latter gazed fixedly at Svein’s face, surveying his features to see if he recognized him.

No, he did not know of him at all; and he always prided himself on having a good memory for faces.  A look of anger and scorn replaced his surprise just then, as his mouth tightened in a frown.   So, what business of his, was it anyway?  Was he mocking him?  Had he the intent to rob him also?

But Svein’s gentle caring face, the sincerity in his eyes quickly (muted all suspicion) melted away his frown and froze the subsequent words of retort on this tongue.  Instead, in a muffled voice he gave this reply, “It’s good of you to ask, stranger, there is really nothing you or anyone else can do to ease my pain. So be off with you lad.  My troubles are unsolvable; leave me alone with my misery.  Ah, if only I’d never been born!”  Having said this, he once more cupped his face in his hands and burst into loud sobs.  When he next raised his head, feeling spent, drained of all energy from all that grief, he abruptly ceased his crying; his curiosity piqued, he looked askance at the youth, interested in knowing why he still loitered about and not skedaddled like he should have. (Why hadn’t he taken his leave?)

YAGU DORKA

“Are you still here?  Why don’t you go away?  Scram.  Go on, leave me alone.  Let me die in peace.” Finding his courage then, he shouted at Svein angrily as if to unburden his stored-up hostility and grief that so heavily oppressed his chest.  Then within his erratic outbursts, his rage succumbing to his grief once more, he began to wail, “What, oh what have I got to live for, anyway?  They are all gone.  Now he will be lost to me, as well.  I will never see him again.  Why, oh why did I toil all these years?  To what purpose was my youth spent?  What retribution am I paying for?”  With crazed emotion then, he pulled hard at his disheveled, matted hair till small clumps of it came loose in his palms.  He stared at them as if in surprised disbelief, with eyes unfocused.  He was clearly in shock, his brain seemingly atrophied; his senses, his strength began to ebb and, by degrees, emaciated with grief- this presupposed great tragedy had clearly proven too much for him to manage.

Svein’s heart ached for the devastated old man and so again he persisted in his offering of help, “Respected elder, please tell me of your troubles. Maybe I can be of some help.  No man is alone in this world.  It was fate that set me on your path.  Please allow me this chance to offer you some slight solace.”

“Why should you help me? Why should you want to, I don’t know you from a hole in the ground, do I?” he irately asked, not expecting an answer.

“No sir, we have never met, but that should not prevent fellow travelers alone on the road from giving aid to one another.  My wish is most sincere.  Please accept my help.”

Still unconvinced the stubborn old man shook his head.  “This is a common road. It was not fate that brought you here.  I know the God’s have forsaken me.  I am done for, finished.  No one can lessen my misery!”  Though he had said this punctuated by sighs, the note of tragedy in his voice nevertheless had lessened.  He was, in fact, partially soothed by the stranger’s concern.  Inwardly he was grateful that at any rate he had received a sympathetic ear to his troubles, even though he expected little else to come of this.

 As Svein dispensed further kind words, little by little he won the old man’s confidence, the grief gave way to reason and, by degrees, he became more disposed to divulging his troubles and receiving Svein’s help.

It was quite apparent from the old man’s earlier reluctance that he had never seen such kindness from others, let alone from a stranger.  After their brief introduction, in which Svein learned that the old man’s name was Yagu Dorka, the old man began, in a rather incoherent way at first, to relay the cause of his grief.

  Yagu Dorka told this sympathetic youth, how he once not too badly off, had bought a girl slave, Misa, with the intent of making her, after she grew up, his son’s wife.

 “They are cheaper if you purchase them young and rear them yourself.  On top of it, it would spare you the expense of a dowry.  Tell me, I know you are still young, but has your marriage been arranged yet?”

Svein’s reddened face brought a faint smile of amusement to the old man’s lips.

 “But it won’t be long, eh?  Your parents should think ahead.  It won’t be a joke if you were to come of age without the benefit of marriage.”

Svein felt extremely uncomfortable with this kind of talk.  As it was, until that very moment he had given girls no thought at all, let alone contemplating marriage.  He shifted his body with some discomfort.

“All right, I’ll say no more.” Yagu Dorka consented with a mischievous grin.  He was satisfied at having dispensed this piece of advice and was now eager to continue with the rest of his story.  “When she reached marriageable age, she was promptly wed, without too much fuss, to my only son. Oh, I forgot to tell you his name, Ake, it means to forbear.  Yes, Ake was my one and only precious boy, for his mother had borne me no other living children.  Ah, never mind.  As I was saying, Ake was truly handsome, and Misa had grown up to be quite a pretty girl, so it was a good match.  On top of that she was a good worker, a good, sturdy girl.  Never a day was she sick.”

MISA AND AKE

Though, at the time of this marriage, Yagu Dorka’s wife had been deceased for some three years it still had not prevented the occasion from being a festive one.  When, ten months later, Misa bore a beautiful, healthy grandson, Yagu Dorka’s happiness had been boundless, and his future assured.

“Ahhh,” again he heaved a deep sigh, “little did I know that my happiness would be short lived.  Five years, five years was all that my happiness lasted.  I tell you; fate has been very cruel to me.  I am a hardworking, poor farmer with no vices.  I have only a few acres of infertile land to my name, and though my son and daughter-in-law toiled over that land from sunrise to sunset, just as I and my wife had done in our youth, we barely scratched out enough of a crop to sustain our meager existence.  Still, I was content for at least here, in this desolate corner, we did not have to pay heavy taxes or kickbacks, like so many, in other parts of the country.

“Last year we finally had a copious (bountiful) harvest, and we had enough spare after expenses, to buy us a mule.  My foolish son argued with me endlessly that if we had a mule pulling the plow, we would get double the work done and thus, land might yield us bit more harvest.  Why should we put the money away for a rainy day?  Little did I know that owning a mule would bring us such trouble?”

 Then, as if reminded, he looked Svein straight in the eye and cautioned, “Son, be careful, since you are headed for the town, for there are many disguised brigands that are there at the market, to pick out the potential victims, see what they are buying, and then follow them out onto the road…  Meanwhile word has been sent ahead for an ambush.  Sometimes they will follow you right to your home, learn your whereabouts, and then later return in numbers to raid your place for even greater gain.  Ahhh...”  The old man paused as he reflected.  This left no doubt in Svein’s mind that was what had happened to Yagu Dorka’s family.

“Though the mule is not that highly prized, wonder what was on that ruffian’s mind that he should have stalked my son all the way home?”, he loudly queried to himself, startling Svein from his rumination.  “But it must have been fate, for the villain from his hiding place caught sight of my daughter-in-law, who had rushed out to greet her husband, and being quite taken by her good looks- for I admit, she was rather blessed with feminine attributes- lusted after her.  Returning to his lair he then must have told enough convincing lies to lure some of his friends to accompany him, with the promise of good plunder.  This I concluded from all their bickering and swearing when they found so little to rob in our place and realized they had been properly duped on this supposed heist.  The coward had needed assistance you see, to carry out his evil intent.”

Yagu Dorka ground his teeth in contempt then impatiently wiped away a trickle of tears that had escaped his eyes.  “Our place, set out of the way, was built to guard against nature’s calamities and occasional, wondering wild animals, not against dangers from bandits.  I told my son, I pleaded with him, ‘Let them take all, let him have her.  Why resist?’  Though he was young and strong, what did he know about fighting?  Besides, he was one against many.  But no, foolish, foolish boy!  Ahhh!  Still, it was going to happen, what can I say?  I threw myself at the burly lout’s feet and begged him to spare my son’s life when he’d pinned him to the ground under his sword.  But he only laughed at me then, baring a fiendish grin, as he cruelly slit my son’s throat.  At that moment my whole body went numb, and the world darkened (diminished) before my eyes.  Meanwhile at the far end of the room the culprit ruffian had cornered Misa.  Her eerie screams just then as he began having his way with her, curdled my blood that had already gone cold and snapped me from my trance.  Before I could say or do anything, however, the swine, having had enough of her screams, landed her a powerful punch, which proved fatal and silenced her forever.  The brute, even after she was gone, he continued to...”  Yagu Dorka could not go on and turned his head away in silence.  It was some time before he could resume his story.

When he began anew, Svein rushed to stop him from telling further, seeing the pain it caused him, but the old man insisted.  “No, let me finish…The other goons, those disgruntled hoodlums ransacked my place, then they pried my grandson from my arms, the child screaming and kicking with all his might, and warned me that, unless I came up with some ransom money within a week, I would never see him alive again.  But where can I get this supposed money?  They have already cleaned me out, took everything I had of any value, carted away all my stored grain and seeds.  All I had been left with was that few acres of land out back and few lesser crops planted late and not yet ready for harvesting.  But all my pleas and cries for mercy went unheeded and I was left alone with the corpses.  Taking a grip on myself, I first buried them.  Then, taking the deeds to my land with me I headed to town.  After an extended try, I finally sold them, even then, for half of what they were worth.  But it was still not enough. Since then, I’ve wrecked my brain, trying countless ways to come up with the rest, all to no avail.  Now what am I to do?  Tomorrow is the day of their vowed return, and I have zip, zero, and zilch, nothing further left to sell.”

“Why didn’t you complain to the magistrate when you were in town?” Svein naively asked.  “Surely you could have gotten some help from them.  It is not right that you should give in to kidnappers’ extortion.”

“Are you not from these parts?” Yagu Dorka angrily snapped, but before Svein could give his reply, “Of course not,” came his own conclusion.  With a nod of his head, “Son, in this district the magistrate, the so-called law enforcement is but a farce.  In some ways he and his deputies are far worse than they are.  Some even claim that he is in cahoots with the bandits, just like the prior corrupt official he’d replaced.  Why do you suppose there are so many innkeepers, other such businesses that are thriving in town?  There really is no one, no honest citizen, or higher official you can trust to take on your case.  If I was not to heed their warning and go on complaining to the magistrate or anyone else and the word reached them, I would be in far worse fix…  There is no limit to their cruelty, I tell you, and I shudder to think what will befall my grandson then!” An involuntary quiver passed through him just then. After a momentary pause, he again, abruptly cried out in dismay, “Oh, I am getting too old for such trouble.  All this worrying has taken years off my life and made me more muddle headed.  And to think, all this happened because that son of mine wanted to better our lot…  If only he had remained content!  But what’s the use of complaining about it now?  They are all gone.  All I have left is my grandson, that is why I must do all I can to save him.”  Then he mumbled to himself, “But how can I redeem him?”  Again, he fell into deep despair and, ignoring Svein, stared to sob as before.

“Please elder, stop crying.  I meant what I had said before.  And, since I am in a position, I will gladly cover the sum necessary to meet their demands.”

Had Yagu Dorka heard the stranger right?  Were his ears deceiving him?  “You would do that for me, someone you’d just met?” the old man asked in great surprise as he, same time scrutinized this youth’s attire now more closely. He was no pauper, that’s for sure.

Svein nodded his head, sporting a broad, supportive smile on his lips.

“Oh, son, you are too good to believe.  Truly you must be a saint or an immortal, descended from Heaven.  Well, I’ll be...There is justice on this black earth after all!”

So, saying, Yagu Dorka began shedding, but this time, tears of joy.

“As there is no honor among thieves, my only concern is that they might not return the boy,” Svein voiced his private misgivings, withholding the words “in safety.”

“That’s a chance I have to take.”  Yagu Dorka now with renewed spirits bounced back with his swift response.  “Besides, he’s only five years in age and a rather meek boy in physique.  More likely they will return him to me for another five years before trying to abduct him again, only I won’t be here.  Even if I must beg my way, I will get away, far, far away from this place.  Come to think of it, I do have a distant, distant relative, a cousin of sorts from my father’s side that perhaps I could seek out.”  But wait a minute; he quickly checked his enthusiasm; he hadn’t seen any money yet.   “Son, are you sure you want to give me this sum?”  So, saying, he now quoted a figure.  “It is a bit much.” Then quickly swallowed the words and I am not sure when I can pay you back. He didn’t dare profess this outwardly, fearful of deterring him; nevertheless, his conscience forced him to add, “Are you sure you can spare it?”

“Of course I can, elder, and please do not concern yourself with how you can pay me back, for I am giving this sum to you as a gift.”  As he said this, Svein produced from his pocket a leather money purse.  After placing a smaller some from it into his pocket, he handed the pouch to the old man.  “I’m sorry I’m unable to give you still more.  Please keep the purse as a token of our meeting.”

When the old man opened the pouch and saw the amount, disbelieving the weight of it, his face at once flushed.  “Oh, but this is entirely too much!  You’ve made a mistake, son, you have given me far, far more than I needed.”

“No, elder,” Svein replied with a smile as he refused to take back the difference, “The rest is for your traveling expenses.  Now please put it away in your safekeeping.  I have more than enough to cover my expenses.”  So, saying, Svein patted his pocket on the outside for emphasis.  In truth, he had kept only the bare minimum for the purchase of a moderate horse.  He, in his generosity, had denied himself a place of sleep and food once in town.  But he was not concerned.

Meanwhile, the old man was beside himself with joy.  Never in his life had he seen so much money all at once.  Countless years of lucky, bountiful harvest and frugal living would not have produced this accumulated sum, which he now held in his hands.  Fearful lest it should vanish into thin air, or that he would wake up and find himself deluded by a fanciful dream, he tightened his grip on the purse and then gave himself a pinch.  The pain convinced him of its reality. 

Now beaming in face, his heart filled with hope, he thanked Svein endlessly and insisted that Svein accompany him to his humble dwelling to pass this night as his honored guest.

 He reasoned with Svein that it was the least he could do to repay such kindness.  “Besides,” he reasserted, “the town is still two day’s journeys from this spot, while my home is but only a few hours’ travel in distance.”

Since Svein had committed himself to helping this old man, he accepted Yagu Dorka’s invitation with gracious words.

 

(END OF SECTION 2)