The original work entitled Evensong was written in a mixture of English and Olde English, however I have now edited into English…


At evensong of the first age of man and beasts, when the world was singularly One, one race albeit diverse; man walked freely with man and the other races that inhabited the world, one God when the world was free from sorrow, before the evil that men do took over and destroyed the world.

His wife was with child and it concerned him as his duties took him to the farthest reaches of the kingdom, as dictated by the Abbot. However, God was smiling on him and his wife as his daughter was due the next time he returned to his township, for a long period of down time. He had reported to the Abbot who had blessed his journey, reporting that justice had been done swiftly and without trouble.

Time passed, and the journey home took, what seemed to be an age and far greater than the outbound journey, but the sight of his home filled him with joy. He purged all thoughts of work from his mind, all that meant everything to him now was getting home to be with his wife and the long-expected child. The Loremaster was not young, the years had not been kind to him although latterly and on the advice of the Doctor he had begun to take care of himself, the prospect of a daughter filled him with a feeling that he had never experienced before but it was a long-time coming, they had been together one score and one years and he was fast approaching two score and three.

There were problems, the Doctor had been at his wife’s side almost constantly, since she became with child and he, the Loremaster, had been away. The conversation with the Doctor upon his return was not a pleasant one, his wife had had problems and was confined to bed and was constantly bleeding. His concerns were founded on what little knowledge and understanding he had of medicine as he was a lawyer of high status more akin to rules, regulations, laws and justice.


The Doctor was even more concerned because at a little after the start of the “second” there should have been no complications, but there were and for all the prayers to God, what happened in the coming days tested even the strongest faith…The bleeding continued and the pain intensified and there was nothing any or all of them could do. Things had to take their own direction and what would be would be….fate was not an option, the path was already mapped out for them and the future pre-prepared and if that meant losing their child, then it was the will of God.

They struggled through, visiting the Doctor regularly, but the pain and the bleeding became more and more intensified as the twin suns and moon passed, until the eve of the day before June, when his wife was transferred to the Nunnery cloisters where the order of nuns could look after her under the guidance of the Doctor. They kept her stable as best they could, but the blood-loss continued, and the contractions became more and more painful. Outside the sounds of a local music festival cacophonied around the valley, various bands from the area gathered each year to play their latest works, love by some and hated by others. Preference was not a choice.

Then on the penultimate day of the month of May their daughter was born and died at the same time, when the twin suns were at their zenith, in modern times it is known as stillborn but The Loremaster and his wife…they quietly slipped in to a period of mourning for the passing of seven times seven moons, but Emily Elizabeth as she was to be called would never be forgotten. They would carry her tiny hand on and in their hearts forever, their firstborn.

© ordulf@outlook.com Edited October 2018

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