Elijah declared, “But I saw so many more women riding in.”
“They were all Idoan women.”
Sur Sceaf noted the disappointed look on Elijah’s face. “There may be even more Quailor who survived. We have discovered Isabelle von der Vogelweide survived the attack in Salem. She was taken along with two other Quailor girls, Hanna Walner and Lorie Eisner, to be sold as slaves in or near Frisco to a people called the Growling. According to Fritz Walner, he saw there were seven Quailor maidens who were taken with a host of Idoan maidens by a rat pack he had heard was going to deliver them to the Growling. Now that we know where they are heading, we can send scouts out to find and retrieve.”
“When may we see the ones that are here?” Elijah asked.
“Very shortly. As soon as Dr. Shanks has evaluated them,” Sur Sceaf said. “You must prepare yourselves. they have been subjected to unthinkable abuses. We have rescued other captives in the past and most of them have goblin-robbed minds. Some never get free of their Shadow Spirit and can not be expected to have their minds back. These rescued captives are in need of special help in healing from their experience. Especially, your women.”
Fromer, who up until now had remained silent, got red faced, “Are you saying they were used as whores.”
Sur Sceaf narrowed his gaze in warning. “I’m saying they were helpless and utterly at the mercy of the Pitters, just as you would have been had you been captured.”
Fromer’s face contorted into an ugly scowl. “Well, if they were camp whores we don’t want to have anything to do with harlots. It would have been better if you had brought them to us in coffins. Now they will contaminate the fold with all the licentious behaviors they’ve acquired.”
“Silence, you pious ass,” Habraham shouted. “These poor women are our sisters and were pressed to be something not one of them wanted to be. If thou hadst not been so pitifully ugly, they might have abused thee as well. Hast thou no mercy or compassion in that condemning heart of thine?”
“I’m chust saying they have been ruined and they should have resisted like Evangeline did.” Fromer added. “Who would even want them now?”
Yellow Horse jumped in, “We’ll gladly take them. The Herewardi believe all women are to be valued. Something I’m sure your wife has never experienced.”
Fromer’s red face turned purple as he puffed himself up like a red chested prairie grouse, “Chust as I said, from one whoremaster into the hands of another.”
Yellow Horse stepped forward, got toe to toe with the scrawny Quailor, who cowered and backed away from him. “Fromer, you sorry ass little rat. You ought to be ashamed of yourself.”
“Sur Sceaf,” Fromer cried out, “make him stand down.”
“He’s a jester, I have no power to command him.”
Yellow Horse continued his intimidation. “I thinkin, I’m fixin to slap the tar outta you. Think on this, you peep squeak of a man, what if your wife was one of them that got rescued? Would you turn her from your camp?”
Fromer stifled himself and cowered away from the Yellow Horse and addressed Elijah. “Are you going to make this young blood stop talking to me like that? You know I can’t fight back.”
Sur Sceaf had had enough and although Fromer was merely spewing his usual zealous hard-heartedness he was determined to stop the flow of poison that poured from his mouth on a daily basis. “Fromer, we’ll hear no more of this. I will not hear anymore of your foul prejudice against these suffering women. If I hear you have repeated any of these vile and insensitive words again, I will leave you for the Pitters in the Eugene Zonga. I meant what I said, one more transgression and you are out of Witan Jewell and the protection of the Herewardi wing. There you ought to find plenty of people with the same hard heart and mind as yourself.”
Rip the Prester, had a medical background and was fixing a patient’s leg when he overheard the situation and entered the conversation.
“Master Fromer,” Rip the Prester said, “You disappoint me. I thought the Quailor believed in the God of the Heilige Schrift. A God of tender mercies and forgiveness. Surely, I hope your heart is not a stone like the words you just spoke for your words would even shock a Rogue.”
Fromer fumed, “I don’t have to stand here and take this abuse from strangers and foreigners.”
He stormed off for his horse.
Elijah said, “Brother Rip, we’ll be very delicate in our handling of these suffering souls. It is the way I live. And I pray to God when we finally get to the coasts we’ll be out of reach of these horrible evils of the Pitter Empire forever.”
Sur Sceaf added, “That is the hope of all free people. Before the Roufytrof delivered me the commission to unite the three tribes under one confederation I was to be a member of the Sire Sheaf.”
“Forgive me, my lord, I am not familiar with that term, Sire Sheaf,” Rip revealed.
“The Sire Sheaf is the Seventh Kingdom. It is invisible and they are dispersed among the nations to work the good of suggesting constitutional government and advocating for the freedom and rights of mankind.” He looked Elijah squarely on. “We hope to build a bastion of freedom at Ur Ford as a place of refuge for all who possess the love of freedom from tyranny and oppression. But even there, we shall be sorely pressed to maintain our freedoms and values for more than one generation.”
* * *
Bone weary from the labors of the day, Sur Sceaf took to his bed and contemplated if the three tribes would ever be tolerant enough to fully join forces and operate with one mind. He fell off into a deep sleep and began to dream.
In the dream, Sur Sceaf worked in the fields along with the many peoples. After he had securely bound a sheaf of wheat, a tall hooded figure approached him. He recognized the old man whom he accompanied on the road to Fort Rock.
The Ancient One was radiant as he took Sur Sceaf’s sheaf and held it up above all the others and instructed all the workers from the many tribes. “Do your sheaves like unto this one. This is the way I want them all done,” whereupon all the workers bowed unto him and gathered around Sur Sceaf for instructions in the binding of the sheaves.
The End
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PRONUNCIATION GUIDE
KEY TO SYMBOLS USED
a about
ă ask, pat, map
ā able, bake, way
ä alms, father, call
ð this, either, bathe
ĕ ebb, met, second
ē eat, mete, me
ei air, hair, bare
erpermit
ĭ it, him, mirror
ī idle, fine, deny
ō over, bone, know
ouabout
oyboy, loiter, oil
þ thin, path, with
ujump
ūrule, boot, two
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Aalen ä-lĭn
Adolf Gmund ă-dälf ʹngmund
Aegthiof ăg- þēʹäf
Aelfheah ălʹf ēʹa
Aethelfae ăʹþl-fā
Aethelstan ăʹþl-stăn
Ahy ä-hē
Ahyyyokah ä-hēʹē-yō-ka
Alcuin ăl-kūʹĭn
Aldrunian ăl-drūʹnēʹĭn
Alfhere ălfʹhēr
Amish ā-mĭsh
Ana von der Vogelweide
äʹna fōn deir fōʹgl-vī-da
Angelonde āngʹge-lōnʹdĕ
Angrar än-grär
Apache a-păʹchē
Arundel ä-runʹdʹl
Aryfae ärʹē-fā
Atla ătʹla
Baldur bäl-dūr
Balmor bäl-mor
Bergita beir-gēʹta
Bnnimin bnʹyʹmĭn
Brekka brĕ-ka
Brono brō-nō
Bruna brū-na
Celswith sĕls-wĭþ
Clotilde clō-tĭlʹdĕ
Colomba cō-lōmʹba
Coquille cō-khēl
Dak däk
DiAhman dī-ä-män
Dietrich Donnerbergen
dē-trĭkh dōnʹeir-beir-gĭn
Dominiker dä-mĭ-nĭʹker
Donya Margarita del Borego
Dori Linsner dorʹē lĭnsʹner
Dunkard dungʹkerd
Dycon dīʹkōn
Elfwin Ev’Rhettson ĕlfʹwĭn ĕvʹrĕt-sun
Elfy ĕlʹfē
Elijah von Hollar ē-līʹja fōn hälʹler
Elka ĕlʹka
Elrus ĕlʹrus
Elwas ĕlʹwäs
Ephrata ĕfʹrä-tä
Ernst eirnst
Esdraelon ez-drāʹlän
Ethel ĕþʹl
Eugeners yū-jēnʹrs
Eurydice yerʹĭʹdĭʹsē
Ev’Rhett ĕvʹrĕt
Eva Scheible ā-va shī-bla
Faechild fā-chīld
Faehunig fā-hōʹnĭg
Faelocks fā-läks
Faewylf fā-wĭlf
Flamma fläʹmä
Freya frāʹa
Durer dūrʹrer
Fromer Muckenschnabel
frō-mer mū-kĕnʹschnäʹbl
Fyrd fērd
Gal Fawkes găl foux
Georg gēʹorg
Ghettisbuhr gĕtʹĭs-ber
Gisela gēʹsĕʹla
Gmunder ʹngmūn-der
Godhi go- ði
Govannon gō-väʹnun
Griselda Mersfelder
Grokk gräk
Growling grouʹlēng
Gustav Richter gūʹstäf rikh-teir
Gutwein gūt-vīn
Habraham hä-bräʹhäm
Hagele hāʹgĕlʹĕ
Haligewaecca hālʹĭgʹĕ-wā-ka
Hans Schneckenhaus hänz shnĕckʹn-hous ?
Hartmut Hagele härt-mūt hāʹgalʹa
Haw Swan hä swän
Heber hē-ber
Heilige Schrift hī-lēgʹa
Heimdall hīmʹdäl
Heinrich Stoltzfuss
Heratoga heirʹa-tōʹga
Herefax hēr-făx
Hereric hērʹĭk
Hereward hēr-wärd
Herewardi hēr-wärdʹē
Herewose hēr-wōz
Herman Kesselmacher
herʹmĭn kĕʹsl-mäʹkher
Hickoryan hĭ-korʹyĕn
Hoth-Weard Ev’Rhettson
häþ-wērd ĕvʹrĕt-sun
Hotuekhaashtait hō-tūʹĕ-käʹäsh-täʹēt
Howrus houʹrus
Hrafn hräʹfn
Hroar hrōr
Hrothgar hräþ-gär
Hrus hrūs
Hrusilde hrūsʹĭl-dĕ
Hutterites hutʹerʹīts
Ichabod Schwarzherz
ĭkh-a-bäd shvärts-herts
Idoan ī-dōʹun
Ilkchild ĭlk-chīld
Ilker ĭlkʹer
Ilkrundel ĭlkʹrunʹdl
Ilrundel ĭlʹrunʹdl
Ingrid ēngʹrĭd
Isabelle von der Vogelweide
ēsa-bĕlä fōn deir fōʹgl-vī-da
Jackie Doo jăkʹē dū
Jakob Inteus Walker
jāʹkub ĭnʹtēus wäʹker
Jig Peck jĭg pĕk
Johann von Hohenzollern
yō-hän fōn hō-hĕn-zälʹrn
Joseph von der Vogelweide
yō-sĕf fōn deir fōʹgl-vī-da
Jywd jūd
Katherin kăþrʹrĭn
Katos kā-tus
Khem kĕm
Klamath klăʹmuþ
Kraki kră-kē
Lana läʹna
Leofric lēʹō-frĭk
Lila Stobie līʹla
Lilith Durer lĭl-ĭþ
Linney Knighton lĭn-ē nīt-un
Long Pyr läng pēr
Lorie Eisner lor-ē īs-ner
Lowry lou-rē
Ludmilla lūd-mēʹla
Ludwig von Hollar lūd-wĭg fōn hälʹler
Luther Hahnsauer lū-þer hän-souʹr
Mahallah mä-hälʹla
Manitou mănʹĭʹtū
Margot Green mär-gō grēn
Marion von Hollar meirʹē-un fōn hälʹler
Martin Gutweis mär-tēn gūt-vīs
Melchizedek mĕl-kē-zĕʹdĕk
Melyngoch mĕlʹĭn-gōk
Mendaho mĕn-däʹhō
Mendaka mĕn-däʹka
Mennonite mĕnʹō-nīt
Meny mēʹnē
Milkchild mĭlk-chīld
Miriam von Hollar mērʹē-um fōn hälʹler
Moloch mō-läk
Monasaka mōʹna-säʹka
Moonee mū-nē
Muckenschnabel mū-kĕnʹschnäʹbl
Muryh myū-rē
Myra-El mī-ra ĕl
Namen Jewell nä-mĭn jūl
Ndee na-dē
Neorxanawang nē-orkʹzanʹaʹwāng
Nunnehi nū-nĕʹhē
Nu Yalk nū yäk
Ochoco ō-chōʹkō
Odhin ō-ðĭn
Onadaga ōnʹa-däʹgä
Onamingo ōnʹa-mēnʹgō
Ordnung ōrd-nung
Orion ō-rī-un
Os ōs
Osgard ōs-gärd
Otto Linsner ä-tō lĭns-ner
Palidin pălʹĭ-dĭn
Pally päʹlē
Paloma pa-lōʹma
Pam-El-Ea păm-ĕl-ē-ä
Peter Distel pē-ter dĭs-tl
Potomac pʹtō-mĭk
Prester prĕs-ter
Pyringean pī-rĭn-jēʹun
Pyrsyrus per-sērʹus
Quailor kwā-lor
Quaker kwā-ker
Quant kwänt
Quorum kwor-um
Rabbi Amschel ben Levi
Redelfis reʹdĕlf-ĭs
Redith rē-dĭþ
Regulus rā-gyū-lus
Reinhardt Schmidt rīn-härdt shmĭdt
Rogue rōg
Roufy-Trof rūf-ē trōf
Rudolf von der Vogelweide
rū-dälf fōn deir fōʹgl-vī-da
Russel rusʹl
Rus-Syr-Os rus-sēr-ōs
Sacra-Ahmen să-kra ä-mĕn
Sagawis säʹga-wēs
Sagwi säg-wē
Samuel Gmund ʹngmūnd
Sanangrar sänʹänʹgrär
Saxia săxʹēʹa
Saxwulf săx-wulf
Saxwylf săx-wĭlf
Sceafbeard shēf-bērd
Scylding skĭlʹdēng
Sharaka sha-räʹka
Shug Moss shūg mäs
Skweem skwēm
Starkwulf stärk-wūlf
Stoltzfuss stōlts-fus
Sunchild sun-chīʹld
Sur Sceaf ser schēf
Sur Spear ser spēr
Swan Hilde swan hĭl-dĕ
Syn sĭn
Syrus sērʹus
Tahlequa tălʹĭ-kwä
Tah-Man-Ea tä-mäʹnēʹa
Taneshewa tä-nē-shēʹwä
Tensee
tĕn-sē
Thord þōrd
Thulebelle þū-lĭʹbĕl
Tillamook tĭl-a-mūk
Titus tī-tus
Tlingit tlēng-ĭt
Tumalo tū-mä-lō
Tyr tēr
Tyranis tē-rănʹus
Ullr ūlʹr
Umpqua ump-kwä
Ur-Fyr ūr-fēr
Ursula Tautorus
Va-Eyra vä-ī-ra
ValHollar văl-hälʹler
Valkyries vălʹkyērʹēz
Vardropi vär-drō-pē
Verushka von der Vogelweide
veirʹūsh-ka fōn deir fōʹgl-vī-da
Walner välʹneir
Walter Weiss välʹteir vīs
Walter Wetzel välʹteir vĕtʹzl
Wenzel vĕnʹzl
Willard wilʹerd
Willona wĭlʹlō-na
Witan Jewell wĭʹtun jūl
Woon wūn
Woondigo wūn-dĭʹgō
Wose wōz
Wselwulf Wʹsl-wūlf
Wyrd wērd
Xelph zĕlf
Yggd yĭgd
Yggep Walker yĭgʹĕp wäʹker
Zamora zaʹmorʹa
Zepheniah Ishmael
Zerrubabel zeir-u-băʹbl
Zootchise zūt-chēs
Zrael zrāʹl
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Glossary
Adolf Gmund – A Quailor survivor of the Salem Massacre who was rescued at Woonstone by Sur Sceaf’s fyrds
Aegthiof – Skaldic master and teacher to Sur Sceaf who gives testimony of Sur Sceaf’s good character for the trial of Gal Fawkes v. Lord Sur Sceaf.
Aelfheah – A son of Sur Sceaf and Lana as well as the a stud master and horse breeder of Powers.
Aethelfae – A wife of Sur Spear and mother of Pyrsyrus.
Aethelstan – A noble Herewardi warrior and Geneal who told Ilkchild that it is not easy to kill a man.
Ahy – Nickname for Taneshewa
Ahyyyokah – Also shortened for a nickname as Ahy and is Taneshewa’s first name.
Albert - A Quailor youth and youngest son of Elijah von Hollar
Alcuin - A lore master and son of Sur Spearwho traveled with Long Swan and Hroar to deliver information to Sur Sceaf from Sur Spear and the Roufytrof.
Aldrunian – a type of superbly tasting ale.
Alfhere – Heretoga of the Salem fyrds and Heorl of the Herewardi Viceroyalty at Salem. He is the son of Hereric who greets Sur Sceaf and his band at Buzzard Run so as to lead them into Fort Rock.
All-Father – Odhin.
Amanda Stoltzfuss – A Quailor woman who knew Sur Sceaf in his youth as her son Heinrich used to go fishing with Sur Sceaf.