I’ve been busy with my writing lately. In fact, I’ve almost finished another of my long standing unfinished stories. However, i took a nice little vacation up north and didn’t write a word so I’m about a week behind.in posting. That means there will not be an update this weekend, but I promise to get one up next weekend. I’ll also be putting up some more updates to this blog over the next week and answering reviews and messages. Until then, here’s a little excerpt to whet your appetite.
“Oh, Oberon,” Titania cried, clutching her sons’ shirtsleeves in her hands as she attempted to rein in her tears. It wouldn’t be appropriate for the High Queen to wear her emotions on her sleeves, even if it were to grieve for her husband.
Jareth and Eurwyn led their mother to the body of their father for her final goodbye before they sent him off. They could feel her clinging to them and tried to be strong for her. She was always there for them and now it was time to return the favor. Each step that brought them closer to the late king was agony. The weight of everything that had happened had settled on their shoulders and they struggled to bear it.
Eurwyn was first to reach their destination. He knelt by the cold body of his father and said, “ffárwel, fy nhad.” (Farewell, my father)
It was soon Jareth’s turn to say goodbye. In a similar fashion to Eurwyn, he knelt and said, “orffwys heddychlon i dragwyddoldeb.” (Rest peacefully for eternity)
The two sons of Oberon stepped out of the way to allow their mother a private farewell. Like her sons, she knelt by the slain body of her husband. “Nid hwyl fawr am byth, fy cariad.” (Goodbye is not forever, my love)
Titania lifted herself up and, with her head raised high, made her way back down to the bottom of the pyre. Sarah had never seen someone with so much dignity in the face of heart wrenching grief. Her admiration soared for the beautiful queen. With her own husband at her side, she watched as the older woman crept closer to the logs and kindling at the base of the pyre. A complete silence fell among the onlookers as their queen created the spark that turned into a mighty blaze. She watched as flames engulfed the man with whom she shared her life and love.
“Farewell, my love,” she whispered.
On the wind, she swore she could hear, “Until we meet again, beloved.”