A Mandrake's Gesture Vol. Xii
"Take shelter this eve
with the merchant
guards, found upon
the merry courts
of the south-western
district. Upon your
arrival, they will send
a messenger to inform thy,
your dire needs for
labor. Assistance and
comfort will be
offered and in secret,
for the King. . . I am
grievous. . . usher you
ill-sorrows if discovered."
Alarumdives, the troubled
Prince of compassion, met
his love, eye to eye, sharing
tears, they did embrace.
"Geinere you must
leave Wales upon, I
am sorry."
"Alarumdives, I am so,
so sorry. . . ."
As Geinere found
refuge her labors
came quickly, within
days. The merry merchant
guards, at no delay, jestered
and provided for a
midwife to aid Geinere.
Amidst the burdenous
nurturance, a gentle
baby boy was brought into
this dark world of hate
and envy. Geinere
vowed to herself
to love this dear child.
A world torn apart,
hers to divinity and
righteousness.
His name Adamme,
rightly chosen
out of sin,
for the essence of
God did answer
poor Geinere's demands
for redemption.
For it was upon
the child's first
birthday, that Geinere
was enlightened and
faith instilled.
A parchment read
while living amongst
the commons of great
Scotland,
". . . the Prince Alarumdives,
now King of Wales, to celebrate
his one year reunion and
exaltation to the kingdom
of thine, glorious Wales."
As this bit of revelry
chimed within Geinere's
soul, she discovered upon
inquiry, that the late
King of Wales had fallen
ill and to his grave,
one year prior. . . .
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