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| Sally Fleet | Dec 3 2010, 04:25 AM Post #1 |
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[align=right]7th January, 1512; twelve p.m.[/align] Sally pushed the hood of her cloak back as she stood staring up at the grand staircase. Her right hand held her travelling bag which contained her modest and meagre belongings. Today she was to take up an appointment as the royal midwife-- an appointment that had only been made two days prior. It had taken her considerable effort not to laugh at the irony-- they had no idea they were taking in a witch who strived to preserve life instead of what the priests and popes thought of as contravening God's will. She snorted at the thought that mere men had anything to do with what was the last true vestige of women's work-- the holiest of holy callings was to be the deliverer of life, not the ender of it. While the Crone did indeed represent the end of life, she was also the wisdom-keeper. Sally believed wholly in the ideals that her beloved Agnes had taught her. She was going to be able to do some good in this world. She had heard and mourned the loss of Queen Margaret, who had died in childbirth, and wished she had been there to save the poor lady. How she wondered at the world's arrogance in believing that God had anything to do with whether a woman died or not. But that was something she had come to remedy; while the appointment as royal midwife lasted, Sally would do her best to save as many women as she could save. Finding her quarters, the woman unpacked her belongings, folding neatly the red cape that she was rarely seen without, and placed her girdle with the dagger around her waist. There was something that felt right about this appointment, but she was no fool to believe that any God had anything to do with it. After all, midwifery was the realm of the Goddess, and by default, women's work. Splashing some water onto her face, Sally felt refreshed. Now it was time to make herself familiar with the palace that was her home now. There was something about the grandeur of the place that set her mind to slight unease. Perhaps a walk to clear her head and remember what she was here to do would help her. Instead of being awed by the grandeur, she was struck by the disparity of her quarters to the quiet little room she had called hers. There were very few spaces for her to hang her herbs up to dry them, and she missed her little patch of earth which held tansy and other sweet-smelling, useful herbs. Yet as she pushed the door open, Sally could see a girl, not much older than twenty, looking lost and somewhat confused. Her heart went out to the girl, and she smiled a friendly smile. "I cannot help but notice you look a little frightened, you poor lamb," Sally said affectionately. "Would you like me to show you around?" |
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