The Searching: A Free Inspirational Story

Posted by Alison January 15, 2024

The Searching: A Free Inspirational Story

Dear Readers,

Here is a gift from me to you. "The Searching" is a story which has been puttering around in my heart for awhile. It nearly didn't get written though, as I was a bit unsure as to whether I could get it to work. But God is faithful, and He gave me both the inspiration and the words. There were a few times when I nearly gave up, but now, I'm so glad that I didn't. It's one of my favourites, and I hope that you enjoy it too.

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The Searching:

A Novella

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By Alison Lawrence

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Copyright

"The Searching" is a work of fiction with a true message. :)

Dedication

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To Venetia💕💕💕

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Chapter One

Tirsa glanced around the field to see where her brother Detta was. She spotted him near the wagon supervising the loading of the potatoes. Perhaps he wouldn't notice if she slipped away for a short while. She longed for some alone time: time to just be: to just think. She grimaced. Time for stillness was a rare commodity on Adama. The young brown skinned woman made her way quickly to a copse of trees alongside the field. She savoured the feel of coolness on her hot skin. Her steps slowed as she made her way through the small stand of trees. She allowed herself a deep breath then left the grove and began climbing the hill just beyond it. Her hill; as she often referred to it. Her bare feet were sure and confident as she made her way along the winding path. Tirsa's long work dress brushed the grasses, and the wind played with her dark curls, as though it were inviting her to dance. But even here, in her favorite place, she had no peace.

Tirsa lowered her weary body onto a velvet grass cushion. Her eyes immediately sought the vista which stretched before her: impossibly green undulating hills punctuated by azure lakes and blanketed with fairy-tale forests. The scene spoke to her heart. She heard the melody, but couldn't quite catch the lyrics. Somehow, she understood that the message was of vital importance; that it held the key to hidden wisdom. Perhaps if she could be still for long enough she would understand what it was trying to tell her. She drank the view in for a few minutes and its peacefulness refreshed her soul, but her mind soon filled with her troubles once more. Twenty was considered to be prime marrying time in her village, Sybella, and Tirsa's freedom was about to end, along with the only love she'd ever known.

Daddo had chosen the man he thought would be best for his daughter. Han was in his early twenties, strong, and ready to settle down and raise a large family on the farm he'd inherited. There was only one problem : Tirsa wasn't ready. Not that she'd voiced her opinion. All she knew was, she didn't want to marry Han. She worried at her bottom lip while her fingers absentmindedly stroked the grass. It wasn't that Han was ugly or mean: she just didn't love him. And besides, she couldn't settle down with anyone as long as she felt so uncertain. The questions which had begun in childhood now roiled constantly in her brain, and she would have no peace without answers.

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As Tirsa emerged from the copse of trees, she saw Detta turn and look straight at her, a look of exasperation on his face. She hurried to pick up her hoe, but it was no use. Detta was striding towards her, probably bent on making an example of her. Her siblings, and the other young people who had been hired to help, all turned to watch.

Tirsa felt relieved when he took her by the arm and led her away from the others to the edge of the field.

“I'm sorry, Detta. I just took my break a little early.” Tirsa hurried to explain. But Detta frowned and held up his hand. “Daddo put me in charge, Tirsa. I make the rules, and the rules are no breaks until lunchtime. You, as usual, are setting a bad example for the youth with your wandering off and daydreaming. If it happens again, Daddo will need to know.” He shook his head and lowered his voice. “All I can say is, the sooner you marry Han, the better.” He eyed Tirsa warily. “ I just hope you won't give Han the same trouble you give us.” He strode back to his work with Tirsa hurrying along in his wake. He hadn't said what she knew he wanted to say: Han was his best friend, and he needed a wife who was both hard-working and practical. Not a wife who would drift off in daydreams when she was supposed to be cooking or raising his brood. Tirsa sighed again as she bent her back to her work once more. She knew the rhetoric like the back of her hand. It had been drilled into her from the time she'd taken her first steps: “Tirsa, Life is all about work. That's all. Hard work will purify you. It might even redeem you and keep you from evil. People who work hard don't have time for drinking and parties. Work hard and all will go well for you. Come, stop staring out of the window, and help your Mamma.”

Daddo always said that hard drink had been kept out of Sybella by hard work. He spoke in shocked tones of towns where carousing, violence, and drinking were the norm, and put the blame squarely on the lack of hard work. Of course, everyone knew that the folk of Sybella weren’t angels: the difference was that Sybella hid her sin well behind a mask of hard work and sobriety.

Tirsa's sister, Lidda, looked her way and smiled slightly before continuing silently to dig up potatoes. Tirsa smiled back, glad for the small sign of sympathy. She followed her sister's example and worked steadily, but inwardly, she broke all the rules and daydreamed and questioned until the dinner bell rang.

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“Where did you go? Up your hill again?” Lidda kept her voice low as she gratefully settled beneath a tree with her lunch. Tirsa nodded quickly. “I needed to think.” Her own meal of bread, meat, and fruit lay untouched at her side.

“I should imagine that with all the thinking you do, you'd have everything figured out by now.” Lidda thanked one of the younger girls who had brought the food up from the house. “Were you thinking of Han and your upcoming betrothal? I hope Daddo picks as handsome a man as Han for me.” She giggled. “I can't blame you for daydreaming.”

Tirsa said nothing. She'd let Lidda assume she was acting like a distracted bride. She doubted whether Lidda or anyone else in her family would understand how she was feeling. They would all be shocked speechless if she spoke her mind: she wasn't ready to get married. Not until she'd found the answers she so badly needed. She knew that once she was married, she would be swamped with duties, and the precious amount of free time she now enjoyed as a maiden would be forever gone. As the afternoon wore on, she ran through her options in her mind. There were only three. She could do what was expected of her and marry Han during the coming wedding season, or she could steel herself and tell Daddo that she couldn't marry the man he'd chosen; The last option was the scariest one. She could slip silently away from Sybella to go seek the answers she felt sure lay waiting beyond her hill.

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Tirsa trailed home behind Detta, Lidda, Denny, and Freda, and was last to wash her hands and face in the mud room. She pressed a hand to her aching back before going into the kitchen, and almost wished she could stay home with Felice and the younger girls. But that would mean being under Mama's watchful eye all day. The oak table groaned under the weight of roast fowl, vegetables, bread, butter, and preserves. Daddo tapped out a tune with his fork at the head of the table, but he smiled indulgently as Tirsa sat at one of the long benches with her sisters. Mamma just sighed and passed the platter of chicken to Daddo. A dark blue kerchief kept her hair in place, and a matching blue apron was tied around her rotund figure. Mamma never removed it until the last dish was packed away in the evening. Daddo nodded his thanks. The meal was eaten without any formality, and in relative silence, save for the noise of hungry mouths and the odd comment about the day, usually initiated by Daddo. It seemed that he’d received a visit from Han that day whilst plowing a field. He glanced Tirsa’s way as he spoke: “Han is eager for the help of a wife on his farm. He wants to keep chickens and goats. Tirsa will be of great help to him, won’t you daughter?” Daddo’s eyes twinkled at her, and Tirsa nodded quickly before looking down at her plate again. So I’m to be added to Han’s farm like the goats and chickens am I?

Detta’s young wife Felice, rose from the table to refill the pitcher of grape cordial. Her hand brushed Tirsa’s in a gesture of sympathy. The two young women had been friends since early childhood. Felice knew something of Tirsa’s ongoing struggles and questioning. She sighed inwardly. The demands of married life might prove very demanding for her friend. Of course, Tirsa had been raised to be a farmer's wife, just as she herself had. She knew all there was to know about cooking, food preservation, and other housewifely skills. Not to mention the fact that she'd witnessed the arrival of several siblings. Felice glanced fondly at her own rounded belly. The problem with Tirsa was not that she lacked expertise: no. Tirsa's problem was that she thought too much. She was a sensitive soul with an unbounded imagination, and Felice worried that marriage to a stolid and stoic man like Han would crush her.

Chapter Two

Han smiled slightly as he laid thatch over the roof of the generous hen house. Just one more month and Tirsa would be his. He planned on having a profitable egg and goat's milk business alongside his herd of dairy cows, but he couldn't do it without Tirsa. He and his younger brother had more than enough on their plates as it was. He ran a hand over his close cropped hair. He might need a trim before the wedding, but otherwise, he was ready. In fact, he was impatient for the month that lay ahead to pass quickly. What good was a farmer without a wife? As a dairy farmer, he was also anticipating a large brood of sons. Of course, daughters were needful too, to help in the house and with the garden and smaller livestock. Han's skin was the colour of rich chocolate, and his eyes were a shade lighter. Lidda's appraisal of his looks was not exaggerated. Unfortunately, Han's large feet were very firmly planted on Adama. He wasn't blind though, and he was well aware of Tirsa's exotic looks: her onyx eyes and matching curls were certainly as much on his mind as the chickens and goats that he planned to keep.

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In Sybella, life revolved around the seasons and harvest times, and although work was prioritized, there were also days set aside for visiting relatives, or for enjoying communal meals in celebration of the harvests. Tirsa took full advantage of each of these occasions.

The day following Detta’s lecture in the potato field was a day set aside for visiting. Tirsa’s eyes opened as soon as the first pale sunbeam fell gently across the room she shared with Lidda and Freda. She contemplated its familiar austere walls and wondered how much longer she would sleep in her bed. The cozy touches in the room tugged at her heart: a small vase of wildflowers which Freda had placed on the windowsill, along with the various mats and pillows which the three of them had made over the years. The small bookshelf was her own treasure: it held the few books the family owned. Through the uncovered window, she had a clear view of the blue-purple mountains in the distance. Somehow, they always made her heart ache and made her yearn for something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Tirsa rose quickly and pulled on a plain green dress. It was her favourite as it reminded her of the forest behind Sybella. She grabbed her old work apron and stole quietly downstairs. Perhaps Mamma and Daddo would be more sympathetic to her request if she got an early start on her chores. She headed for the hen house, first stopping to take a breath of dewy morning air. She found herself wishing that the world could remain in this peaceful early morning state: that the frenzy of the busy day could be put on hold. But she did her duty, and quickly fed the downy hens before collecting the day’s offering. The goats were next, and she forked hay into their pen, then took a moment to pet her favourite nanny goat. Back in the house, Tirsa stoked the fire. She could hear Mamma stirring in the main bedroom, and hoped that she’d have a moment to chat to her alone. Mamma bustled into the room, but her face relaxed into a smile when she saw Tirsa putting the kettle on the stove. “You're bright and early, daughter. You could have slept a little later today.”

Tirsa smiled, then shrugged. “I love the early mornings. Besides, I wanted to get my chores done.” She rushed on. “Mamma, could I stay behind when you visit Uncle Kenan and Aunt Velicia? There are some things I want to do.”

Mamma began cracking eggs into a bowl and said nothing for what seemed an age. Tirsa forced herself not to plead and went to fetch the bread. Mamma wiped her hands on her apron. “Perhaps you should stay home this time, Tirsa. There is much to be done before your wedding. You could finish off your wedding dress. It still needs hemming. Yes. I will tell your father. Only one month!” She bustled around once more, but Tirsa saw the quick swipe she made at her eyes. She suddenly realized how much she'd miss Mamma and home.

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Tirsa breathed a sigh of relief when Freda, who was holding everything up as usual, finally closed the door behind her. The family would travel to the neighbouring village of Timnon to spend the rest of the day with Daddo's favourite brother. Part of her would miss visiting with her gregarious relations, but she needed this time apart from her family now more than ever. Driven by guilt rather than obedience, she took up her sewing basket and hastily hemmed her wedding dress. The fine and expensive purple fabric deserved more careful treatment. Although Tirsa loved the flamboyant shade, she doubted that she would ever wear the garment. She smiled ruefully as she imagined what her wedding would be like: Daddo would spare no expense for the betrothal of his eldest daughter to a promising young farmer. There would be roasted meat of all kinds and a myriad of side dishes, many made by relatives, friends, and neighbours. A table laden with gifts would take center stage, and although there would be no strong drink, a spacious area would be cleared for dancing. Tirsa had attended enough weddings to know what to expect. Her brother Detta's wedding had been one of the most recent. She was also skeptical enough to know that once the tables were cleared, and the dance floor returned to an ordinary grass patch, the realities of married life would make themselves known at once. She shuddered to think what it would be like to have to adapt herself to the needs and demands of someone she hardly knew. Her thoughts caused her to shove the dress back into her basket. She hastily hung her coarse work apron on a peg near the back door, then left the house quickly. Her feet seemed to know which direction to take: the river which ran along the farm's boundary, was the only place she wanted to be. It called to her as only a dancing, carefree, ribbon of water could. She walked quickly, relishing the unaccustomed freedom and privacy. Reluctantly, she thought once more of her husband to be: Han. Tirsa knew him only as Detta's friend, and her conversations with him had been brief and perfunctory. Both Daddo and Detta spoke with admiration of the young farmer: they praised both his dairy herd and his work ethic, but neither of them had given her any insight into what kind of husband Han would make, other than that he would expect her to look after his goats and chickens. For Tirsa, it wasn't enough. She longed to marry for love one day.: the kind of love she'd only briefly allowed herself to taste. She'd read tales of heroes and their ladies: tales of adventure and romance. In these tales, the lovers always chose each other. And of course, there were other even deeper longings in her heart: longings which she could barely express. A familiar ache throbbed in her heart as she neared the water. Everything was so lovely. The friendly, whispering pines, the eloquent river, and the beckoning mountains all seemed to speak of a Creator. We were made. They seemed to say. We were carefully formed then placed and arranged here on Adama. Tirsa breathed deeply of the pine scented air. As she exhaled, her troubles dissipated on the breeze. How could she possibly describe such a Creator? The only description that seemed to fit in that moment, was that He must surely be an artist. To Tirsa’s mind, only an artist could paint such a scene.

Her face broke into a grin when she saw the familiar figure fishing from a large rock near the bank of the river: Yoni. She hurried to his side. “Catch anything yet?”

The young man shook his head in answer, then grinned as his line began to jerk. “Looks like that’s about to change.”

Tirsa cheered Yoni on as the fish fought the hook strongly. But Yoni was a skilled fisherman, and he won the battle. He removed the hook from the silvery fish’s mouth before depositing it in his bucket. In true laid back Yoni style, he waited before baiting up his next hook and gave his full attention to Tirsa. “No family outing today?” He smiled.

Tirsa shook her head and lowered herself onto Yoni’s rock. “Not for me. Everyone else went to Timnon for the day.” She sighed as she gazed across the water. “Mamma said I could stay behind and finish my wedding dress.”

“I see.” Yoni’s voice was soft. Tirsa knew that his eyes would be soft with sympathy too, but she kept her eyes averted, not wanting to cry. Yoni had a way of drawing her out. Ever since childhood, Yoni had had that effect on her. He’d been one of the many village children who’d attended the classes held by the village elder in winter. At first, Tirsa assumed that he would be just like all the other boys: loud, boisterous, and disdainful of girls. But Yoni had been different from the start. Oh, he’d run and play and laugh with the other boys, but he’d talk to her too, and sometimes, he’d smile shyly and ask if she’d like to join in. And she had. Whenever the other boys had let her. But it was when Yoni invited her to go fishing with him that their friendship had budded and grown. They’d quickly become best friends, mainly getting together in stolen off-day moments and at communal celebrations or during harvest time lunch breaks. There was an unspoken understanding between them though: their friendship could never lead to anything more. Tirsa had been promised to Han from her girlhood, and Yoni would never meet Daddo’s approval. Yoni’s family was large and poor, and Yoni had no prospects other than a share of his father’s land. It would never be enough for Daddo. They’d broken the unspoken rule once. One sweet, beautiful spring day. A day of bird and insect melodies and the scents of ripening fruit. Slowly, their affection for one another had been ripening too. Yoni had gently taken Tirsa’s hand in his before telling her how much he loved her. Tirsa’s heart fluttered. She knew at that moment that she loved Yoni too. But she also knew that nothing would ever come of their love. It was hopeless. She'd run away from him then, through the orchard, as tears obscured her vision. Yoni would never be more than a friend. And once she married Han, their friendship would melt away with her childhood.

“I can’t do it, Yoni. I can’t marry Han.” Tirsa could no longer keep her tears at bay. Suddenly, she felt Yoni’s arm about her. He drew her close.

“I don’t want you to marry him either. But what can we do? I have been thinking and thinking, but your Father made his choice years ago. At least with Han you will have security. He is decent enough. I don’t think he will hurt you.” Yoni’s voice broke and his arm tightened around her. Tirsa allowed herself to fall against him. She might never see him again.

“I’m leaving, Yoni. It’s the only way. I cannot stand up to Daddo or speak my heart to him. As you said, he has made his choice, and his choice is law.”

Yoni stood suddenly, his face ashen. Tirsa’s tears flowed freely now. Never before had Yoni’s face been more dear to her. His skin and eyes were a lighter brown than hers, but that was of no consequence: Yoni was her beautiful friend, and she had no idea how she would manage without him.

“But where will you go? It is not safe. And you can’t go to your relatives in Timnon or Beryl. They will just send you back.” Yoni paced back and forth along the river bank, all thoughts of fishing forgotten. “I will speak to your father. I will tell him that I love you. Have always loved you.” He took Tirsa in his arms and Tirsa’s clung to him, telling him all he needed to know. “I must go to your father, Tirsa. What kind of man allows his love to marry another?”

She groaned and rested her head on his shoulder. “I love you Yoni. I know now that you are the only man for me. But you must see. It is pointless to speak with Daddo. Pointless.”

Chapter Three

Tearing herself from Yoni's tender embrace was one of the hardest things Tirsa had ever done. She raced home, neither seeing nor stopping. If she had, she would have seen Yoni's mad race after her being stopped by some friends passing by on their rest day outing. The sun shone down directly overhead as she reached the farm. Tirsa paused in the kitchen. Her family would still be gone for some hours, but she couldn’t linger. What she must do needed to be done quickly before she lost heart. The remembrance of Yoni’s bold declaration of his love for her had nearly caused her to run back to him, but she swiped at her tears and focused instead on gathering food for her journey. Undoubtedly her mother would be angered by her thievery, but what could she do? She had no currency and would have to find work as soon as she was far enough away from Sybella. Her whole body trembled as she packed dried food and bread into a bag. She retrieved a water flask from a peg on the wall. It had a leather strap so she’d be able to carry it easily. Her last task inside the house was the most difficult: as she retrieved a few items of clothing and a favourite book, her tears flowed freely once more. A hastily scrawled note would have to suffice to express her love and sorrow. She tucked it beneath Lidda’s pillow, knowing that her sister always plumped and rearranged it at night. Lastly, she tied a kerchief over her curls without glancing at her distraught face in the glass.

Her final stop was the goat pen. She couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to the creatures she’d grown so fond of and making sure they had enough water.

She stayed long enough to stroke a few stubby heads while she wondered whether she’d ever see them again. Likely not. Daddo would disown her for shaming him before the entire village, and why would her Mamma welcome an ungrateful daughter back into the fold?

And what of Yoni? Where was he now? She’d half expected him to follow her to the farm; to plead with her not to leave and take her in his arms once more. But she mustn’t think of Yoni. It was time to go. Tirsa walked quickly once more to the farm’s boundary, but this time she took another path: a path which would lead her to the woods, where hopefully she would remain unseen.

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“Where to in such a hurry? Today’s a day for visiting, not working up a sweat.” Janco slapped Yoni on the back. “Join us if you have nowhere to go. My grandmother always makes plenty of food.’

The rest of the party murmured their consent. Janco’s grandmother was well known for her generosity.

Yoni smiled despite his impatience. His friend meant well. “Thank you, Janco. I will take you up on your offer another time. Right now, there is someone I must visit.”

Janco hooted and slapped Yoni on his back once more. “It’s a girl, isn’t it? Well, we shan’t keep you any longer then. Enjoy.” The others laughed along with Janco, and the party was soon on its way once more. Yoni, on the other hand, stood still. When Tirsa had fled from him, his first thought had been to follow her; to try to persuade her to reconsider her plans. With everything in him, he longed to hold her once more, to tell her of his love for her, and to promise that she would not be marrying Han. That rather, he, Yoni, would ask her to be his bride instead. But now, he realized that he needed to act quickly. He needed to go to Tirsa’s father without delay.

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The wood brought welcome relief from the afternoon heat and from the tension caused by being out in the open. Tirsa felt as though friends from her childhood were cloaking and embracing her as she stepped under the trees’ covering. But being there also brought back memories of Yoni and the tree fort they’d made as children. She found it quickly, and smiled to see how small it seemed now that she’d grown taller. She climbed up to the platform with ease, and allowed herself to rest for a few moments. Her heart fled to her love. Oh, Yoni, if only you had been Daddo’s choice for me. But you are my choice, Yoni. You will always be the only one for me. If I cannot marry you, I will remain single forever. That I promise you. Farewell, my love. This time, Tirsa allowed her tears to fall freely as she folded a letter and placed it in the crevice where they’d left notes as children. Yoni would find it. She knew; and a very big part of her hoped he would come searching for her. Now that she’d completed what she’d come for, she knew she must move on: she was traveling by foot and needed to get as far from Sybella and Han as possible. Tirsa moved quickly along the well known pathways through the wood. She knew that the wood would be deserted on visiting day: round about now, all of the villagers would either be recovering from the large luncheons they had eaten, or about to partake of one. She imagined her family seated in her uncle’s large living area, regaling each other with stories, whilst her aunt and cousins served fruit cordial. Perhaps she would be the topic of conversation: Daddo would laugh and smile as he spoke of the preparations for her wedding, and of how smart and successful his future son-in-law was. Thinking about her aunt’s tasty meals and treats, made her stomach growl in envy, and she reached into her bag for a handful of dried apricots. They would have to suffice for now. The dense greenery formed a shelter about her and blocked out most of the light, but Tirsa felt no fear here: it was the unknown that lay before her and the thought of Daddo charging after her on his fastest horse which brought dread to her heart and quickened her pace. Tirsa had never traveled further from her home than the nearby villages of Timnon and Beryl. Beyond the valleys and mountains of their corner of Adama, lay mysterious towns and lands of which Tirsa had almost no knowledge. Many years before, the farming district of which Sybella formed part, had deliberately cut itself off from the rest of Adama. The terrible, frightening influences, as well as the modern advances that came from these places, were to be avoided completely, and were only talked about in hushed tones by the elders and wise ones. Children and youth were confined to learning about the geography of the land and given dire warnings at every opportunity of the dangers which lay beyond their district. During winter school, elders would read legends of villagers who had never returned once they left the village, and of monsters and dragons which populated the world beyond. The outside world was content to leave the southern district alone as long as they were willing to do trade. Farmers brought their grain, crops, and animals to designated areas to sell to outsiders: and that was the only permitted contact. Tirsa, along with all of the other youth, were not permitted in the trade zones: only men over the age of thirty were allowed to accompany the wagons. Of course, she’d heard whispers of some strange things: noisy monstrous vehicles, and beardless men who wore strange clothing and walked around with odd little rectangles in their hands. As Tirsa walked, she pondered all these things. She was a thinker and an asker of questions, and despite her fears, she longed to know what lay beyond the strictly imposed borders. In the privacy of her heart, she wondered whether her people’s fears were not based on superstition and ignorance. Surely the people who lived to the north of them were just ordinary folk like themselves: they needed to eat after all. The constant trade proved that.

It was late afternoon when Tirsa reached the edge of the wood. She hesitated for only a moment before setting her course northward: towards the mountains that had always caused her heart to ache.

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Yoni spurred Felix, his horse on. He reckoned that he’d still be able to catch Tirsa’s father, Adolphus, at his brother’s house. Visits usually extended into the late afternoon, when the farming folk would head home to do evening chores. Urgency and love drove him, along with the frail hope that Adolphus would be more approachable on visiting day. He dared to hope that Tirsa’s likable uncle might put a good word in for him too. All he knew was that he had to try: Tirsa’s happiness as well as his depended on it. Felix seemed to be enjoying the unexpected outing, and Yoni let him have his head. They soon reached the first farms of Timnon. Yoni slowed Felix to a trot when he turned into the tree lined avenue leading to Tirsa’s Uncle Kenan’s farm. Neat rows of fruit trees marched up towards the house. He was relieved to see that Adolphus’ wagon was still parked outside. A young boy was sitting on the fence, and Yoni hailed him and asked if he could take Felix to the barn. “Sure, Mister.” The lad smiled. “He’s a nice horse. I’ll rub him down and give him some water too.” Yoni left Felix in the boy’s care and knocked on the kitchen door. His heart hammered as fast as Felix’s hooves had pounded the dirt road on their way to the farm. I must be crazy. But I must try.

The door was opened by a young girl who was surely one of Tirsa’s cousins. “Yes?” Her face bore a puzzled look. It was a little late for visitors to be arriving.

“I have come to speak with Adolphus and his brother, Kenan. Would you tell them that Yoni from Sybella asks respectfully if he may speak with them in the barn?”

The girl dipped her head and returned inside, leaving Yoni on the step. A moment later, his heart began to hammer again, when he heard male voices within.

“Yoni, you say? I wonder what he wants.”

The door opened abruptly, and Tirsa’s father and uncle appeared.

“Could we speak in the barn?” Yoni asked before they could say anything.

The men looked puzzled, but followed him. Adolphus coughed. “I hope you have not brought news of an emergency at home. I see your horse has worked up a sweat getting here.”

Yoni nodded, then shook his head quickly. “No emergency, sir, just something very important. To me. And to your daughter Tirsa.” Yoni realized he must speak quickly or lose his nerve.

“Tirsa?” Adolphus growled. “What have you to do with my daughter? She is promised to Han as you know.”

Yoni's voice shook, and Kenan cast a sympathetic glance his way. “I know sir. But Tirsa and I have been friends since childhood. We are in love, and I wish to take her as my wife. She will not be happy if she marries Han. She doesn't love him.”

At this, Adolphus threw his head back and laughed as though he'd just heard the funniest joke ever told. Then suddenly, he jerked his head back up and glared icily at Yoni. “That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Tirsa will marry Han, and you will stop putting stupid notions of love in her head. And as for your childhood friendship with Tirsa, Yoni, I order you to end it now. You must stop seeing her. She is nearly a married woman.” Adolphus growled again, and Kenan placed a restraining hand on his arm. Adolphus merely grunted and continued. “I will tell Tirsa this too when I return home. And as for you, Yoni, I suggest you go looking elsewhere for a wife. A wife more suited to your means.”

Yoni squared his shoulders, and his damp eyes met those of his adversary. “Sir, I may not be a wealthy man, but I am able to take care of Tirsa: to keep her well fed, with a roof over her head. As I have said, we love each other. Doesn't Tirsa at least deserve to be loved?”

Kenan jumped in quickly. “Adolphus, Yoni here, seems like a fine young man…perhaps one of your other daughters could be given to Han?”

“No!” The barn roof nearly lifted. “Tirsa is promised to Han. I will not change my mind.” Adolphus stormed towards the house, shouting for his wife and family to hurry. He needed to get home and make sure that Tirsa understood: her friendship with Yoni must end at once.

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Yoni acted quickly. If he hurried, he could warn Tirsa of her father's wrath. It would take the older man time to hitch the horses to the wagon. He took a moment to thank the young boy, and raced off. He could think only of Tirsa. What had happened in the barn angered him but did not surprise him. Adolphus was well known for his hard headedness and for his temper. But still, Yoni had hoped he would soften for his daughter's sake. A new resolve formed in his heart: he would leave Sybella with Tirsa. They would start over in another village. Surely someone would give them work and lodging. That is after they found an elder to marry them. Yoni tried to formulate a prayer of sorts to the Creator who he believed must surely look down from above. “Please…”

***

Yoni dismounted in the yard, then ran to the backdoor. He pounded on the door and yelled Tirsa's name. The noise was explosive in the still of the warm afternoon, but there was no movement. No answering response. Yoni dared to open the unlocked door. He raced from room to room, but there was no sign of his love. Perhaps she was feeding the animals. He tore outside. It was as still as a farm could be. He walked over to the goat pen, and noted that the water tub was nearly full. His heart thumped in his chest. Had Tirsa left already? Perhaps soon after she'd run from him? He retrieved Felix, who was contentedly helping himself to feed, and walked slowly home. All the while he wondered in which direction Tirsa would have headed. A thought came to him as he neared his family’s farm, and it made him turn and head for the wood. Perhaps. Oh, let it be…

It didn't take him long to locate the tree fort: his and Tirsa's childhood haven: a place where they could just be themselves; a place to dream. But Tirsa wasn't there. Yoni's heart ached as he climbed up onto the platform. Where was she now? He dared to hope she may have left a note for him as she had so often done over the years. With trembling fingers, he searched the crevice. A letter! His fingers trembled even more as he hastily unfolded it.

My Dearest Yoni,

I would give anything not to have to write this letter to you. But I have no other option. I cannot marry Han. I have left to start over elsewhere. Please know that I love you, and you alone, Yoni. I realize now that I have loved you for a long time. The love I feel for you is deep and true. I pledge that I will never marry another if I can't have you, Yoni. I saw that at the river this morning.

You will ever be in my heart,

Tirsa

Yoni groaned. Tirsa, where are you? I must find you, then we can be together for always, just as it should be.

Yoni jumped off the platform and placed the precious letter in his pocket. He had to find her. But which way to go? He had to prevent himself from running into the woods. Instead, he galloped home. He would need provisions, and would say a quick farewell to his family. Then, instead of heading north, he would ride to Beryl in hopes that Tirsa had sought refuge with her mother's family.

Chapter Four

Adolphus grew quickly impatient with the slow pace of the wagon and shouted and swore at the horses, the wagon, and the road. Euphemia, his wife, sat grim and silent beside him. None of the children dared to speak. Daddo was on the rampage. Lidda hoped that Tirsa hadn't done anything foolish: Han would make a decent husband, and her sister should be grateful. Now, after hearing Yoni's name being mentioned in the house and her father muttering, Lidda assumed the worst. Had Tirsa gone against Daddo's wishes? His decree? She herself liked Yoni with his kind ways, and handsome face, but she knew that Daddo would never accept him as a husband for one of his daughters. Tirsa was well aware of this too, so why was she causing trouble now? But then again, her sister had always been different: never satisfied with life as it was, and always daydreaming about the north lands, romance, and things unseen. Lidda loved Tirsa, but didn't understand her too well. Lidda was a practical soul: she knew what lay ahead for her as a young woman. What was the use of fighting against age-old traditions?

The sun was setting as they finally arrived home. Adolphus flung the reins to Detta. “You lot can see to the horses and the other animals. I'm going to find Tirsa.”

Euphemia followed close on his heels. “Adolphus, be gentle on her.” She knew it was probably futile to speak up. Adolphus was too angry to be reasonable. “She must know her place, wife. If she cannot obey me, how will she obey Han?”

Euphemia lowered her head as they entered the house. It was true. Tirsa had disobeyed her father. She knew she was promised to Han, and yet…Still, she could understand her daughter's attraction to her faithful childhood friend. Such friendships often blossomed into love. She straightened her shoulders. Well, Tirsa would just have to put her feelings for the boy aside. Nothing could come of them, that she knew.

“Tirsa! Tirsa!” The sound of Adolphus’ booming voice bounced off the walls. No reply. He and Euphemia went from room to room. His voice grew angrier, but it did no good. Tirsa wasn't inside. Adolphus stormed outside and strode from pen to pen, before summoning Detta. “Take your horse and look for Tirsa. You know where she likes to go.”

Detta nodded. He would go to the hill Tirsa liked to climb first. After that, to the river and to the woods. He knew his sister: she wouldn't be out visiting. More than anything, she liked to be in nature. His anger drove him to search thoroughly despite his tiredness. He'd overheard Daddo talking to Mamma about Yoni and his idiotic utterances of his and Tirsa's supposed love for each other. His anger burned hot on Han's account. Han deserved better than such unfaithfulness, and if he found his sister, she was going to get a piece of his mind. His search turned out to be fruitless though, and he was forced to turn back home. It was dark now anyway. He reasoned that Tirsa would be home. Girls didn't like being out in the dark.

When Detta entered the house, it was in an uproar: Lidda had found Tirsa's note and Daddo's face was as red as blood. “I disown her from this day! Do you all hear?” He turned at the sound of Detta's step. “There will be no further searching. Let her go, the ungrateful wretch.”

A sob rose in Lidda's throat as she stood before her father, the note clutched in her hands. She wore her long nightdress, and her black braids hung about her face. Adolphus looked at her as though seeing her for the first time. “You’ll do.” He said abruptly. “I will give you to Han.”

Euphemia gasped softly. Lidda was eighteen, two years short of the traditional twenty. Freda’s eyes were round, and Denny gasped, while Alieni and Colette cried quietly. Nobody objected though. Daddo’s word was law. Euphemia opened Tirsa’s work basket and saw that the wedding dress had been hemmed. Wordlessly, she placed the dress in Lidda’s hands and kissed her.

***

Tirsa hugged the river as she made her way northwards. She felt sure that it would take her to the mountains. She knew enough geography to know that rivers were birthed in the mountains. This river, their river, was wide now, but further on it would narrow. To the south of Sybella it emptied into a vast dark blue lake. She knew this for she had been to the lake herself on several occasions when she and her family had visited her mother’s relations in Beryl. The lake nurtured a healthy supply of fish for the Southern region, but it was only one of many lakes dotting the landscape. Tirsa’s knowledge was limited though, and would be of little use on her trek northwards. Her legs protested, but she pushed onwards until the light began to fade. She scanned the shrubbery along the riverbank before settling on a cave-like bush: it would serve as a rough shelter. The river called to her, and she waded into the shadows. The cool water brought life back to her tired legs and feet, and she smiled despite her sadness. Then, once her water flask was full again and her hands and face clean, she headed back to her temporary shelter. She ate sparingly of her bread and dried meat, then lay down with her bag beneath her head. She had no means to make fire, but the night was warm, and the knife tucked under her makeshift pillow would have to do for protection. Tirsa tried hard not to think of all the dark-time dangers around her. Wild cats and dogs, along with wolves could come to the river. Slithering, creeping, venomous creatures might already be bedded down in her shelter. As to any human threats, Tirsa had no clue. She shuddered and shifted about as though to frighten off any would-be attackers. Yet slowly, the deep peace of the night enfolded her and pushed her fears aside. The river played its night-time melody and reminded her of fishing trips with Yoni. She allowed her tears to fall freely as she drifted asleep to the soft, sad, love song of the river.

***

Whilst Tirsa had been following the river towards its source in the north, Yoni had started his trek southwards. He followed the river towards Beryl where it spilled into lake Menoa. If he hadn't been on such an urgent mission, he would have enjoyed the many shades of green and blue around him along with the gurgling river and chatty birds. But that was impossible. As long as Tirsa remained on the run he could not be happy. He urged Felix forward, unable to bear the thought of something happening to her. By late afternoon, he reached the town: a town very similar to Sybella, save that fishing was one of its main industries. Vegetables, grains, and fruit also flourished in the well-watered, fertile soil. Yoni was aware that some of the customs here differed from those of Sybella: the drinking of wine was permitted, and a young woman was considered ready for marriage from the age of sixteen. The young men often married as young as eighteen. The people of Sybella felt morally and intellectually superior to the people of Beryl. The people of Beryl in turn, felt that they were more enlightened than the folk of Sybella. None of this however prevented the people of both towns from seeking a spouse from their neighbours, as Adolphus had done with the help of his father years before. Now, Yoni enquired of a passerby where he might find the home of Percival, Euphemia’s brother-in-law. His wife, Dolora, was one of Tirsa’s aunts. Yoni hoped with all his heart that she had fled to the security of close kin.

***

“Tirsa? No, we have not seen her since the last family visit two months ago. Missing, you say?”

Yoni swallowed his disappointment and fear and nodded. Percival beckoned his wife, Dolora, to join them. “Your niece, Tirsa, who was promised to Han has run away.”

Dolora's shocked face appeared in the doorway. “I knew there'd be trouble. That Han is no match for a spirited beauty like my niece.”

Yoni had to agree with her silently. Han was no match for Tirsa at all.

“Come in, come in.” Percival gestured. “My son Leon will care for your horse. I will send him to ask around the village after Tirsa once we have eaten.”

Yoni entered the dimly lit and rustic kitchen. A young woman was stirring something on the stove, and when she turned, Yoni nearly gasped. She looked very much like her cousin Tirsa, but her kohl lined eyes and stained lips quickly confirmed that she wasn't. “This is Amaryllis, our daughter.” Percival explained nothing to her about Yoni's mission. She had clearly heard her mother's loud exclamations. Amaryllis merely smiled, but her eyes examined Yoni astutely.

Dolora returned to the stove, whilst Percival led Yoni to the table. “Come, sit down. It is a long ride from Sybella. Tell us more of this dreadful situation.”

Amaryllis brought wine to the table, but Yoni politely asked for water instead. He wasn't about to make a fool of himself in front of Tirsa's family. “I can't tell you much more than I have, I'm afraid. Tirsa ran away to avoid having to marry Han.” He blushed, and looked down at the table. “She doesn't love him.” Amaryllis shot a knowing look his way, but her parents remained mercifully silent as the meal was served. Once Percival had a heaping plate before him, however, he made his opinion known. “It's the narrow ways of Sybella that make for such problems. If the youth were allowed to run around a little, as they are here, they would soon find a mate to settle down with.”

Dolora nodded. “Young people need time to find themselves before settling.” She gestured at her two children, who were now seated across from Yoni. “Amaryllis is sixteen, and Leon is eighteen. Both are in their running around years. They will soon settle down when either they or their father find spouses. We are not so rigid here. The main thing is that they marry and leave home before the age of twenty.”

“The way things are done in Sybella doesn't always work .” Yoni acknowledged quietly. He thought of friends who were stuck in unhappy unions, and of the underground promiscuity and drinking that haunted the youth.

He caught Amaryllis staring at him across the table, and was a little unnerved by her boldness.

“Are you promised to someone special?” Dolora asked as she replenished his stew.

Yoni blushed again. “Not formally, no. But soon, I hope.”

“Well, choose wisely young man. And a toast to you.” Percival raised his third glass of wine. “You must stay here as long as you like. We will help you to search for Tirsa in the morning. In the meantime, Leon can ask our relatives if they have seen her.”

“Thank you, sir.” Yoni was grateful for the offer. He was beyond tired, but one night of rest was all he needed. His search must not be delayed.

Yoni listened politely while Percival rattled on about Beryl and its successful fishing season and harvests, while Dolora and Amaryllis cleaned. Leon had disappeared after eating, seemingly to carry out his father's request. Once all the work was done, husband and wife bid Yoni goodnight. Dolora instructed her daughter to make up a bed near the fire for Yoni, and he wondered whether they'd left him alone with Amaryllis deliberately. The young woman drew a chair up close beside him and chuckled. “At last, they are gone. Now we can talk. Tell me more about yourself, and I will reciprocate.”

Yoni smiled. “I'm a simple fellow. There's not much to tell.”

She arched a brow, but her smile was kind. “Tell me about my cousin Tirsa. You love her?”

Yoni coughed. “You are very straight forward.”

“Unlike the girls of Sybella, I'm sure. Don't worry, I won't tell.”

Yoni relaxed a little. Perhaps it would help to unburden himself.

“Tirsa and I have been friends since childhood. I guess it's quite natural that we fell in love. But, as you know, her father promised her to Han when she was a girl. She had no choice in the matter, and neither did I.”

“Did you try speaking to my uncle?”Amaryllis prompted.

Yoni sighed. “I did. But it did no good. And besides, Tirsa had already left. My efforts were in vain.” Yoni slumped in his chair. “My only hope now is that I'll find her. We'll be married and start over in another village.”

“But she ran from you.” Amaryllis touched his arm. “Perhaps she doesn't want to marry.”

Yoni straightened. “She just needs to see that it can work. Even without her father's blessing.”

Amaryllis leaned closer to Yoni. “You must be tired. Let me massage your shoulders.”

Yoni's skin prickled at her touch. Her voice was as warm as a silky evening.

Yoni stared at the lovely young woman beside him. The temptation to be comforted by her was strong. He was a man, with the needs of a man, and the woman he loved had fled from his embrace. But the temptation vanished as soon as he thought of Tirsa. He could never be unfaithful to his love. As he shifted away from her cousin, Tirsa's letter rustled in his pocket, and his resolve strengthened. Tirsa had declared her love for him. Her undying love. And here he was about to give in to the charms of a girl who would probably toss him aside as soon as she grew bored with him. “No.” He stood abruptly. “No, Amaryllis. You are right. I do love Tirsa. I think I'll sleep in the barn tonight, but thank you for your hospitality.”

She stood slowly, then shrugged. “As you wish. Sleep in a smelly old barn then. If you change your mind though, I'll be waiting.”

Yoni just shook his head, then headed to the barn. It wouldn't be too comfy, but it would be a whole lot safer.

Chapter Five

As Ettie lowered herself onto her front porch rocker, she felt the full weight of her sixty years. It wasn't that the day had been particularly harder than any others: she'd been doing all of her own chores for years. No. She was just feeling it more in her bones now, and feeling a little lonely too. She chuckled and chided herself. It would not do to have a pity party. Not when she had so much to be grateful for. Ettie rocked some and sipped her tea. It was one of those delightfully perfect summer evenings. The light would linger for a while yet, and Ettie was in no rush to go back into the stuffy house. She glanced over at the empty rocker beside her. Jon would have sighed with contentment had he been sitting beside her. And no doubt, he would have made his usual comment about how good his coffee tasted now that the heat of the day was behind them. Jon. He'd always been one to express gratitude for even the little things: things that Ettie might miss. How she wished that he could sit with her one more time. Just once. But then, that would never be enough time to say all she wished she could say, or to ask all she wished she could ask. Her first question would be about Perpetua. About what it was like, and whether he ever got to peek down at her, Ettie, working on the farm. But mostly, she'd ask questions about Him. Ah, but one day it would be her turn. Then she'd know for herself. Ettie closed her eyes and was quiet for a long while. She seemed to be praying, and all the creases and worry lines disappeared from her face as she rocked to and fro. After a while, she opened her eyes and surveyed the scene before her: her front yard, with its herb, vegetable, and flower garden, and the dirt track leading down to the river and the trees below. She was about to close her eyes again, when she saw something or someone moving down by the river. Now, who could be way out here so late in the day? She watched a little longer. Whoever it was was wearing a skirt. Ettie rose and walked quickly along the sandy track. The trees must have veiled her approach, for the woman remained in her quiet pose near the water. Ettie could see that she was young. And seemingly all alone. A single bag lay beside the young woman. Ettie wondered how far she'd walked. “Hello.” She called softly. “Please don't be afraid. My name is Ettie.” The young woman gasped softly and turned to face her. “You live here? I thought there weren't any towns in these parts.”

Ettie smiled and walked a little closer. “Yes, I do. And you are correct. There aren't any towns here. To find one of those, you need to travel further north.”

“I'm sorry that I sounded rude, Ma'am. My name is Tirsa.”

“Well, I don't blame you for getting a scare. Tirsa. Such a pretty name.” Ettie smiled. “How would you like to come up to my place and visit with me? I have left-overs from my supper. Nothing fancy, but there are some cookies and iced tea.”

The young woman's face relaxed. “I'd like that, Ettie. If you're sure it wouldn't be any trouble.”

“Of course not. I'll enjoy the company.” Ettie led the way along the track back towards her simple home. Her energy had returned and she walked with a sense of purpose. Perhaps the young woman had been sent to her. Perhaps Tirsa was an answer to her prayers.

***

As Tirsa followed the slight silver haired woman up the slope, she felt no reason to be distrustful or wary. She looked forward to sleeping under a roof once more and to eating a cooked meal. Her eyes darted about as they neared the house, taking in the well weeded garden beds with their abundant vegetables and herbs. She smiled to see cheerful hollyhocks, dahlias, and sunflowers. Her spirits lifted, and she experienced the first feeling of peace she'd had in a long time.

“What lovely flowers.” She said to Ettie. The idea of growing such beauties near the vegetable garden was new to her.

“Thank you. They make me happy, just as they must have made my Creator happy when He made them.” Ettie's laugh had a bell-like quality.

“You know the Creator?” Tirsa stopped walking. They had reached Ettie's front porch. The older woman turned to face Tirsa, and her eyes were as warm as her smile. “Yes, I do, honey. And He knows me. Little old me.” Ettie's eyes twinkled as she smiled, and Tirsa couldn't help smiling back. An odd thought came to her: could it be that her wanderings had brought her to where she needed to be? Could Ettie have answers to some of her questions?

She wondered at the two rockers placed side by side. Was Ettie's husband nearby? And what of family? What would they think of her sudden arrival? Ettie provided the information as they entered the house. “Welcome to my home Tirsa. It's just me, my cats, dogs, goats, and the chickens. And my Creator of course.” She smiled. “My husband, Jon, has been gone for some years now. And my son Elias lives in Farley. That's the nearest town.”

Tirsa nodded as she looked around. It was a lot to take in. Simple as Ettie's home was, there was much that was unfamiliar to her in the room: odd devices and machines, or possibly pieces of furniture were placed here and there. Ettie seemed to sense Tirsa's confusion and led her to the kitchen table. “Come, you must be famished.” Within what seemed like a few moments, she placed an ice cold drink and a hearty plate of food before Tirsa. “Eat up. There'll be plenty of time for talk later.”

***

“So, tell me, how did you end up here, Tirsa?” Ettie asked the direct question so sweetly that Tirsa relaxed into the comfortable chair she'd been offered. After plying her with nourishing food, the kind woman had led Tirsa to her sitting room, where they now sat. A tray bearing more iced tea and cookies waited on a low table.

“It's quite simple. I had to leave. You see, my father wanted me to marry Han, a farmer from Sybella.” Tirsa gazed out of the window at Ettie's garden. “But I couldn't. I just couldn't.”

“Is there another young man, perhaps?” Ettie's voice was gentle, and it held notes of compassion quite foreign to Tirsa's ears.

The heat which brightened her cheeks must have provided Ettie with confirmation, but Tirsa nodded anyway. “Yes. Yoni. We have always been friends. And now…” She was unable to continue as bottled emotions threatened to choke her. The older woman rose quickly, then placed comforting arms around her. Tirsa looked up at Ettie. Her dark face had a worn, sun-toughened look,yet somehow, it was beautiful. She felt better, even though the woman remained silent.

After a few moments had passed, Ettie made a quiet statement. “So, Sybella is your home town then?” Her face creased a little. “It must have been difficult to leave. I have heard of the fear of the outside world that the southern people have. Leaving is prohibited isn't it?” Tirsa merely nodded.

Ettie understood Tirsa's puzzled glances around her home now. Modern conveniences were obviously banned in her home country too.

Tirsa looked around at the simple wooden furniture, shelves laden with books, and curious ornaments. The room appealed to her despite its oddities, like the boxy black thing on the table. She nodded again, then took a deep breath and tried to explain the ways of her people to Ettie. “And it has always been that way. The Elders want nothing to do with the ways of the north. They feel that the new inventions are evil and will only bring harm and destruction to the south.”

Ettie smiled. “In a way, I can understand their fears.” She waved in a general fashion around the room. “My home may seem very modern to you Tirsa, but my husband and I actually moved here in order to distance ourselves from some aspects of modern life. On the other hand, we felt very grateful to the inventors of the devices that enabled us to move here.” She paused to explain a little about harnessing the power of the sun and wind. “So, you see Tirsa, there is good in these advances. Of course, there is great evil out there too, but we'll save that conversation for another time.” Ettie stood. “Why don't you get some rest now? You've walked a long way.” Tirsa followed her gratefully to a small guest bedroom. Ettie showed her the bathroom, where a quick tutorial was necessary. She left Tirsa on her own, after inviting her to feel at home and to stay as long as she liked.

Tirsa's weariness took a back seat to her curiosity as she examined the bathroom. She marveled at the shiny tub, and couldn't get over how the water ran from a tap. Ettie had explained that the water came from a large tank, but that in the towns it was piped straight through from large water reservoirs. Imagine! Surely this was an example of the good side of the northern ways. She crossed the narrow passageway to the bedroom. She took her time readying herself for bed. She needed to absorb each new experience, and to think over everything that Ettie had told her. The room's decor reminded her of home, which both saddened and comforted her. The faded comforter, and intricate woolen blanket, had obviously been made with love, and a rag doll complete with braids reminded her of her childhood. Tirsa was drawn to a hand-crafted bookshelf. Her eyes examined each title, but all were unfamiliar to her, and she decided to ask Ettie about the books in the morning. When her tired body sank onto the bed beside the sweet doll, she allowed herself a contented sigh. Before drifting off to sleep, she thought of Ettie. The woman had been so kind to a complete stranger. Perhaps she would learn more of her story tomorrow. She curled up on one side of the double bed then and thought of home and of Yoni. And she wondered how she would survive in this strange new world without him.

Chapter Six

Yoni felt nothing but relief on leaving Beryl. He'd had some trouble convincing Tirsa's family that he should leave straight after breakfast, but they'd agreed that it would be for the best after hearing from Leon that no one in the town had seen Tirsa. Now, with his saddle bags replenished, he left town and took the wagon track which circled the lake. He could imagine Tirsa here. She loved water. Perhaps she'd escaped to the lake with the idea of camping in the surrounding forest until the furore at home died down. Small waves lapped peacefully at the shoreline, and he felt his racing heart slow. He would spend some days searching the lake shore and surroundings. There were other fishing hamlets where he could enquire too. Tirsa would need to find work soon if she was to eat and find shelter before autumn set in. Yoni shuddered as he thought how close he'd come to being unfaithful. Loneliness could be a dangerous thing. And right now, he felt lonelier than ever. This stretch of lakeshore was devoid of people. Fishermen were busy at their trade, but they were bobbing about at the center of the vast body of water. As he and Felix walked on, Yoni's golden brown eyes scanned both the shore, and the forest to his left. Despite his anxiety and sadness, his heart was moved by the awe-inspiring beauty of it all. Was it even possible to know the powerful Creator whose hands had formed everything? As he drank in the sights around him, he yearned to know Him. He thought back to the many conversations he and Tirsa had shared: some of their closest moments had taken place while discussing the immense questions both of them shared. Although other friends and some family in Sybella shared his belief in a Creator, none understood his heart the way Tirsa did. He supposed it was because they had a tremendous love for nature in common: for the Creation as they termed it. And while others merely acknowledged the existence of a Creator, he and Tirsa both hungered to know more about Him.

It was about mid-morning, so Yoni decided to stop for a rest. He chose a shady spot near the shore, and tied Felix to a nearby tree after watering him. Once his horse was happy, Yoni walked into the lake. The clear, cool water revived him so much that he hardly felt the need for more, but he dutifully drank some water and ate a little dried fish. It was salty, and not much to his taste, but it would keep him going. As he sat on the shore, watching some fishermen as they brought a laden net onto their boat, he wished that he'd brought his own fishing kit with. He looked up, and saw a man headed his way, walking close to the water. He carried a fishing pole on one shoulder and a leather bag on the other. Yoni waited hopefully as the stranger approached. Perhaps he would know something about Tirsa's whereabouts.

***

The stranger kept his eyes trained on the water as he walked, but just as he neared Yoni, he turned and smiled. The smile was so friendly and natural, that Yoni couldn’t help but smile back. “Good day.” The stranger called out. “Is that a good fishing spot?”

“No idea.” Yoni grinned. “I’ve never fished here before.”

“Well, why don’t we see?” The man, who looked to be in his late twenties or so, began rummaging around in his bag. Before long, his line held a good sharp hook and a chunk of bait fish. “I’m Emanuel, by the way.” He smiled again, then cast in the manner of one who had fished since childhood.

“Yoni. From Sybella.” Yoni offered. “You fish often?”

“Whenever I come across a promising spot.” The two men kept their gazes on the fishing line. A comfortable silence only known by anyone who has ever cast a line, fell. After a bit, it felt quite natural for Yoni to make his inquiry. “You haven’t perhaps seen a young traveling woman whilst on your fishing trips have you?” He asked the question quite casually, but his heart sped up along with hope.

Emanuel looked his way. “A young woman, traveling, you say? On her own?”

“Yes, Tirsa. She ran away from her home in Sybella to avoid the marriage her father had arranged.” Afterwards, Yoni struggled to understand why he had opened up to a stranger about his feelings for Tirsa there at the lake shore. But he had. Perhaps it had something to do with the way the sunlight sparkled on the water, or the way pure sympathy rose in Emanuel’s gaze. “I wish to marry her and to love her and provide for her all our days. But now, she is gone, and I have no idea where.”

Emanuel placed a steadying hand on Yoni’s shaking shoulders. “I have seen many young women on my travels. Some working in the fields, some hanging their wash, and some walking. Perhaps I have seen her. Will you describe her to me?”

Emanuel smiled as the young man next to him described his love. “Hmm. Blue–black hair and midnight eyes: a voice like the call of a dove in the morning, and a heart of gold. She is certainly worth searching for, Yoni. You must not give up. And I will help you.”

“Thank you.” Yoni replied softly. Something told him that he could trust Emanuel. “I must go on now. Perhaps she has reached the next town.”

Emanuel reeled his second fish in. He presented it to Yoni once he’d removed the hook from its mouth. “Here. Please take it. For your dinner.”

Yoni thanked him. “Thank you for your kindness. You will find me further along the lake shore if you need me.”

Emanuel nodded. “Until we meet again, Yoni. Strength to you.”

Yoni mounted Felix after placing Emanuel’s gift in an empty saddle bag. He turned to wave at his new friend, but drew his hand back in confusion. Emanuel had somehow disappeared. Fishing pole, bag, and all.

***

Yoni asked each person he encountered along his way whether they had seen Tirsa but was disappointed each time. He reached the first fishing hamlet around noon. The people were friendly, and he got several invitations to lunch. He sat down with a few fishermen near the lake shore and added his fish to their fire gratefully. “A young woman on the run, you say?” A bearded man shook his head. “Haven’t seen any strangers here lately, other than the odd trader or adventurer.” The other men agreed. “We’ll be sure to look out for her though. It’s not safe for a woman to be alone near the forest.” One of the fishermen volunteered. “I saw a man disappear into the woods. Definitely not from these parts. Not safe. Not safe at all.” He spat. “She would have been wise to stay where she belonged. In a woman’s place.”

Yoni just nodded. Could the man be talking about Emanuel? Or perhaps someone else? He thanked them for the lunch and for their help, then hurried to untie Felix. He needed to keep searching as much as possible before sunset.

***

Yoni's spirits sank along with the sun the further he rode. He tried to calculate how far Tirsa could have walked by now. It was a pointless exercise given that he had no idea which direction she'd set off in. He set up camp for the night in the relative privacy of a grassy clearing. A modest fire sufficed to cook a simple vegetable stew, and to heat some water for a hot drink. The small domestic comforts brought some calm to his soul as he pondered his options. He could either go back to Sybella before choosing another route to take, or he could finish his circuit around the lake. He was going back and forth fruitlessly in his mind between his options when some bushes moved on the edge of the clearing. Yoni froze, and his hand moved to his knife. His muscles relaxed though, when he saw Emanuel walking towards him. “I see my timing is good.” The traveler laughed. “Perhaps I could contribute to the meal?” I have some fish. And a loaf of bread.”

Yoni grinned. “No problem. You're welcome to join me. I added the fish you kindly gave me earlier to a fisherman's fire in Lutz. And your bread will be just what the meal is lacking.”

“Ah, Lutz. I was there myself earlier in the day. We must have missed each other.”

Once more, Yoni wondered whether Emanuel was the stranger of whom the fisherman had spoken. If so, was he merely an adventurer? Or was he perhaps up to no good? He knew he must put his mind at rest given that Tirsa might be in these very same woods as they. “Are you a seeker of adventure?” Yoni asked as he placed the fish into his pan. Emanuel was silent for a few moments. He seemed to be weighing up his response. “You could say that I am a seeker. Not of adventure, though, although that often comes my way.” His laugh rang out. “I suppose you could say that I seek souls, to help and to encourage. Souls like you, Yoni.”

Yoni accepted the cup that Emanuel offered him, and poured hot water over the dried leaves in the bottom. He found no reason to doubt what the stranger had said. “Do you often find people to help?”

Emanuel nodded, his eyes soft. “I do. Wherever I travel, there are needy souls: suffering ones, angry ones, hopeless ones. Lost ones.” His gaze held Yoni's. “Like your Tirsa.”

Some moments passed before Yoni could speak. “She and I are seekers too, you might say. Seekers after truth.” He tore a chunk of bread off of the loaf and handed it back to his new friend. “Do you help those who are searching as well as those who are lost?”

Emanuel's smile lit up his face. “Now, those would be my favourite folks to help Yoni.” He settled comfortably against a log. “Tell me, what would you like to know?”

Yoni stared at the curious stranger. “What I'd like to know?”

“Yes. I assume that besides searching for Tirsa, you are searching for answers to some of your questions.”

Yoni reckoned he had nothing to lose, so he nodded. “Tirsa and I both see the Creator's hand in the beauty around us, but we have long wondered whether we could know the Creator for ourselves. Whether we could talk with him, and even get to know Him.” He sighed. “So far, no one we know has been able to answer our questions. It seems as though many believe He exists, but none know Him.”

Emanuel studied the young man sitting beside him. Here was a man who was both honest and sincere. He discerned the longing in Yoni's voice and rejoiced inwardly. Yoni was ready. He would start at the very beginning.

***

Tirsa woke with the first light of the new day, as was her custom. She had no idea when Ettie would rise, so she moved about as quietly as she could. She changed into her one extra dress, hoping that she'd get a chance to wash her travel worn one. The modern bathroom seemed to be just the place for such a chore, but she decided to ask Ettie first. Perhaps she had some special device for clothes washing too. Tirsa studied her face in Ettie's mirror. Since running from Yoni, her sweet love, she'd barely smiled. She wondered what he was doing, and whether he had gone in search of her. He'd probably given up, and gone home to work on his family's farm. Or had he perhaps remembered her curiosity about what lay to the north? Would he too, follow the river, and come this way? Tirsa hoped he would. With her whole heart she hoped so, as she brought order to her hair, and tied a red bandana over her head.

Tirsa's thoughts turned next to her family. Had Daddo given up his search? Had he given up on her? Had Mamma? Did they and her sisters and brothers miss her as they sat around the family table? Oh, but I miss them. And Felice. My friend-sister. And yes, the goats and chickens too. The heavy ache in her heart grew as she entered the kitchen. Ettie wasn't there, but when Tirsa looked out of the kitchen window, she saw the woman out by the goat enclosure. The scene was so familiar, so homey, that she shed the tears which had been threatening to fall. She wiped at them with her sleeve, then made her way outside to the pen. Ettie turned at once, her smile just as welcoming as the day before. “Morning, Tirsa. Did you sleep well? You could have slept longer, you know. What with your having walked so far.”

“Morning, Ettie.”Tirsa smiled back. “I slept very well on your lovely bed. Thank you. But I'm used to early rising.” She nodded towards the goats. “We have our own at home. I was the one who usually milked the nannies. We had chickens too.” Tirsa's voice was wistful.

Ettie forked a bale of hay into the enclosure. “Sounds like you're an expert.” She straightened then, and beckoned the younger woman. “Come meet the family.”

Ettie introduced Tirsa to her “girls,” as she called them, as well as to the billy goats. “I have to take a tough line with them.” She chuckled.

“You work all alone?” Tirsa asked. Her voice sounded doubtful.

“Oh yes. My son and his family do keep an eye on me though, and help out whenever they can. And I have a couple of neighbours I can call on if I have a need, but they aren't close by.”

Tirsa took the water bucket from Ettie, then filled the goats’ water trough. “I could stay a while and help you.” She said shyly.

“Dear girl!” Ettie's laugh sparkled. “Would you believe, I was about to suggest that myself.” She hugged Tirsa on the spot. “Let's go make breakfast, then I'll tell you what I get up to everyday.”

***

“So, you don't have to fetch water from the well to do washing?” Tirsa asked.

No, the water gets piped in to fill up my wash tub. It's a basic sort of machine that turns the washing around to get the dirt out. You turn a switch, which makes the dirty water drain away. Then you put the clothes into a spinner, which is kind of like a hand wringer.” Ettie smiled gently at Tirsa's confusion. “Come, I'll show you now. Bring your dirty washing and we'll do a load together.” Ettie placed their dirty breakfast dishes in the sink while Tirsa went to the bedroom. Poor child. She has much to learn. But I'll help as much as I can. Good thing she came to me first.

Ettie led the way to a large general purpose room adjacent to her kitchen. It housed the washing machine, as well as a canning station, and a pantry. Ettie explained that the boxy things along the wall were batteries and an inverter: special devices which helped run her machines.

“And this power you talk about comes from the sun?”

“Yes, your people probably harness the sun's power too by having windows in their homes, or by using it to heat water or dry fruit. It's a bit like that, only, with these devices I am able to get much more energy from the sun.”

Tirsa's frown relaxed. Everything Ettie was describing seemed very good, and not at all evil as she'd been taught to believe. Some of the things on Ettie's farm reminded her of home: the large water tanks on either side of Ettie's two bedroom home, the goat enclosure with its cozy shelter for keeping the animals dry, and the spacious chicken coop fashioned from a shed. All of these things felt welcoming and familiar. Ettie put a load of wash on, explaining each step patiently to Tirsa as she worked. Tirsa felt confident enough to put the washing into the spinner and turn the dial for the final spin. Once the washing had spun, Ettie led the way to the clothesline where they worked side by side at the more familiar chore.``So, Ettie, what needs doing in your vegetable garden today? Can I get started by harvesting your beans?” She felt a strong urge to help the sweet lady who'd been so kind to her.

Ettie's eyes sparkled as she nodded. “Yes, child. You go ahead and start on those beans. I'll get some canning jars ready, then we'll put them up together.”

***

Later, while a green bean relish bubbled away on Ettie's gas stove, the two women sat at the kitchen table once more with tea and some of Ettie's good bread. “Ettie, you said you know the Creator,” Tirsa began, “Please tell me, how is that possible? I would really love to know.” Her eager words tumbled out of her mouth. “You see, I have been searching for Him.”

“Then you will certainly find Him. For He is close to all those who search.” Ettie leaned forward and touched the young woman's hand. “I will tell you everything I know.”

Chapter Seven

Yoni’s head pulsed with new information as he pressed on the following day. He had decided to continue his circuit around the lake, and he had much to contemplate as he searched. Emanuel had spoken deep into the night about wondrous things. Things which Yoni had long sought to know. Emanuel had spoken of the day of Adama’s birth, as though he had been there himself. He spoke of the tremendous power that had been unleashed in order for something to appear out of nothing, and he assured Yoni that the light was more brilliant than ever before on that day: the day of creation. But what of the Creator? Who made Him? Yoni had wanted to know. Emanuel had smiled patiently. He is light, Yoni. And light is eternal. He has always been.

What of darkness? Yoni had wanted to know.

He is eternal too. Emanuel’s face was somber as he’d explained. Just as there is physical darkness, there is a spiritual darkness, or evil, too. You see it here on Adama in the actions of people Yoni. There is much evil. Then Emanuel's face became radiant once more. But know this, the darkness can never extinguish the light. Light will always overcome darkness, Yoni. Remember that…remember that…Emanuel’s words had quickened Yoni’s spirit as they’d sat beside the fire. Now, they continued to reverberate through his whole being as he rode on, now more determined than ever to find Tirsa. He must share what he’d heard with his love.

***

Yoni traveled eastwards along the lakeshore. The area became steadily wilder, with only the occasional fishing hut scattered here and there. The forest seemed to encroach upon the water, leaving only a thin ribbon of sand along the shore. At first, Yoni encountered the occasional fisherman, and each time he would ask whether Tirsa had been seen in the area. Each time, the answer was no. Yoni began to wish for Emanuel’s uplifting company as he journeyed on. The eerie calls of the water birds only served to unnerve both himself and Felix.

Emanuel must have slipped away just as the first rays of the sun had crept between the trees. When Yoni had awoken, the knowledgeable man was gone. Thinking of his new friend and his wise answers brought a measure of calm to his heart, and Yoni decided to stop for his midday meal and give Felix a rest. He also had a new incentive to stop. Emanuel had given him fishing line, hooks, and a sinker. Now all he needed was a suitable branch as well as some bait which an unsuspecting fish would soon provide. It didn’t take him long to find what he needed. He removed the shoots and leaves from a young branch with his knife, and attached his line and hook along with a worm. His cast was smooth and sure, and the small splash caused by the sinker seemed loud on the quiet lake. Yoni relaxed a little as he waited for a bite, but soon found himself wondering whether Tirsa had found a need to fish for her own supper in these parts. One thing he knew; she was more than capable of doing so. He thought wistfully of the many times Tirsa and he had fished together. He’d taught her when they’d only been about ten years old. She’d taken to fishing straight away and hadn’t even been squeamish about baiting her hook or cleaning her catch. She was soon catching the odd fish along with her fair share of reeds. Yoni felt his line give a slight tug, and carefully pulled it towards the shore.The fish was small, but it would serve well as bait. As Yoni worked, he remembered how his and Tirsa’s friendship had developed down by the river. At first, they’d talked about childish things, and of fishing, and lessons, but as they grew older, they spoke of more serious matters: of Tirsa’s future marriage, and of the behind the scenes antics of their friends. They began to explore the questions which were forming in their hearts and minds in their conversations. It soon became clear that they were both searchers: they wanted the answers that no one was able to give. Answers to questions like what were the north people really like? Were dragons real? And the greatest one of all: who made everything?

Yoni had long recognized Tirsa’s sweet nature and intelligence, but it was when they reached their thirteenth year, that Yoni first began to see Tirsa’s physical beauty: that she was becoming a woman. A young woman he could imagine marrying one day. Yoni realized that he’d been working hard to ignore the attraction he’d felt for Tirsa for a long time, yet despite his best efforts, the attraction had grown: Tirsa had captured his heart, and now she owned it completely.

***

Tirsa listened carefully to Ettie’s explanations as they filled the waiting jars with bean relish. It seemed as though Ettie had an answer for every question, and Tirsa soaked it all in like a sponge.

“God lives in Perpetua, child, where my Jon is now. But He watches over every little thing down here.”

“What happened after He created everything? Why didn’t He live on Adama alongside His creation?”

Ettie sighed as she screwed the waiting lids on the jars. “Well, the letter He wrote to us many, many years ago, explains that. But I’ll tell you in one word: sin. Sin spoiled everything. Those distant ancestors of ours chose to sin, and evil and darkness came into Adama. But don’t you worry, child. God made a plan right back at the beginning so that people can find forgiveness: be cleansed from sin, and be with Him when they die, just like my Jon.” She said many more things, but Tirsa struggled to take it all in. Ettie must have noticed how quiet she’d become, because she stopped talking, and patted Tirsa on the hand. “Don’t mind me, going on and on like this. I always was a chatty one. I know just what you need. On that bookshelf in your room, you’ll find a very special book. The Creator wrote the message between its covers. I think you’ll find that it will answer your questions much better than I ever could.”

***

The plump silvery fish Yoni caught would do both for his lunch and for his supper. He stored the leftovers carefully before setting off again along the narrow lakeside path. He’d seen no one during the time he’d fished and ate. Now, he felt rested, but the stillness and dense growth around him were unnerving. Felix seemed to sense something too, as his ears pricked nervously. Yoni wished once more for the company of his friend Emanuel. Where was he now? Yoni wondered. Somehow, he felt sure that Emanuel would be keeping an eye out for Tirsa whilst he searched for more needy souls.

Just then, Yoni heard the sound of a horse’s hooves. Not far ahead, on the same path he was traveling, a lone horseman was trotting their way. Yoni noted that the stranger was wearing a hat and coat and assumed that he must be a traveler too. Yoni felt heartened at the sight. It had been a while since he’d encountered anyone he could ask about Tirsa.

“Good day.” He said as the stranger drew up alongside him.

The stranger smiled broadly and tipped his hat. “Good day, young man. Where are you headed?”

Yoni wasted no time in explaining his mission to the man. He seemed pleasant enough. “Perhaps you have seen a woman traveling in these parts?” He didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt hesitant to describe Tirsa’s good looks to the stranger, who had a man about town look about him.

“Hmm, let me think a little. Young? Alone? Dark haired?”

Yoni nodded anxiously.

The man’s eyes lit up oddly. “I saw a young woman traveling alone a few days ago. But not in these parts. She was traveling northwards towards the mountains.”

“Northwards?” Yoni wondered. Could Tirsa have headed into the unknown all alone?

“Yes,” the stranger smiled. “She was moving quickly, but we might be able to catch up with her. I’ll lead the way.”

Yoni thought it odd that the stranger should smile in the manner he did. He wasn’t at all sure whether he should trust the man, but so far, the information he’d given had been the most helpful.

“I’m Ubel.” The man said. He didn’t offer his hand.

“Yoni. Thank you for your help. Did you notice anything else about the young woman?”

Ubel grinned. “Oh yes. Even from a distance, I could tell she was very beautiful. I even considered going after her.”

Disgust and anger rose in Yoni’s throat before he could control them. “Well, it’s for the best that you didn’t. She and I are to be betrothed as soon as I find her.”

“Just as I thought.” Ubel smirked. “But you can back down, boy. I didn’t go near her.”

Yoni’s fist itched to punch the stranger’s smirk. If he could, he would decline the man’s offer, but under the circumstances, he didn’t have much choice. “Lead the way. I’ll follow.”

***

After a pleasant day spent working alongside Ettie, Tirsa excused herself to go seek out the special book which Ettie had described to her. She found it on the top shelf of the painted bookshelf. The soft leather cover felt inviting in her eager hands. What secrets and wonders might the volume hold? She couldn’t recall ever seeing it in her hometown. Also, It had never been read from during winter lessons, as far as she could recall. Tirsa ran her finger across the raised title on the cover. She felt sure that she would have remembered such an odd name: the letters simply read, “The Book.”

Tirsa began to read from the first page. Despite the busyness of the day, she found herself reading long after her usual bedtime. The story captivated her like none other. Tirsa saw at once that she held the Creator’s story in her hands. The book began by telling how Adama was created over a mere handful of days, and of the culmination, when the man and woman were created. She read eagerly. When she reached the part Ettie had told her about, her heart grew heavy. There was that word: sin. And the evil creature who had beguiled the woman. Suddenly, so much began to make sense about life back in Sybella. No amount of rules and expectations had been able to keep sin out. People did bad things despite all the rules, just like she herself had often done. She might not be as wicked as some, but she had done her fair share of lying, cheating, and being mean. Tirsa read on until the words began to swim before her eyes. She lay down, fully dressed with the extraordinary book beside her and fell asleep wondering what Yoni would think of it all.

***

The following day, in between chores, Tirsa read the book. She’d found herself gravitating towards the rocker that stood next to Ettie’s one on the front porch. Ettie gave her space, but joined Tirsa on the porch from time to time, making herself available to answer any questions the young woman might have. “What are your thoughts so far, child?” Ettie asked when she brought iced tea out to the porch mid morning.

Tirsa looked up with a smile and thanked her new friend. “Well, it makes a lot of sense, Ettie. I can see now why there is so much trouble and sin in the world. But you mentioned that the Creator had a solution for the sin problem. So far, I don’t see one.”

Ettie smiled. “You’ve done well. See, that solution is threaded like a scarlet cord throughout the book, and it has to do with sacrifice. You’ll begin to notice it soon enough. But if you skip ahead to the later messages, you’ll get your answer sooner.”

“Wouldn’t that be cheating?” Tirsa frowned slightly. Something she had never done was to skip ahead in a book she was reading.

Ettie chuckled. “Normally, I’d say yes. But in this case, no. Many seekers have started reading The Book in the second part. Try it. It might be of help to you too. You can always go back to the beginning later.”

Tirsa decided to trust Ettie and asked her to show her where to find the passages she needed. Ettie held the volume in her lap and gently turned the pages to the place she was seeking. “There you go. Now you just take your time and read as long as you want to. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.”

Tirsa thanked Ettie gratefully, then began to read once more. She barely noticed the sun’s gradual ascent: she was utterly gripped by the words before her. To Tirsa, the words reminded her of a great love story, and she became so immersed in them, that she barely heard Ettie’s friendly call to lunch.

Chapter Eight

Ubel merely laughed at Yoni’s anger, then turned his horse and beckoned Yoni to follow him. When Yoni questioned why they weren’t heading back towards Beryl, Ubel quickly explained that he knew a short cut through the woods. He claimed that it would be easier and would lead them straight to the river, and to the place where he’d seen the young woman. Yoni insisted on stopping first to let Felix drink and to refill his own flask. Ubel waited impatiently. “Darkness doesn’t wait. We’d best be on our way.”

Yoni kept his eyes trained on the man’s back as he followed him along what seemed to be a logger’s trail. He was thankful that the way was mostly clear, save for the odd sapling or branch that needed to be dodged.

“So, where are you from?” Ubel asked as they walked on under the thick canopy.

“Sybella.” Yoni’s answer was to the point. He had no real desire to engage in conversation with his guide.

“Ah. Sybella. The town of rule keepers. I know it, but I prefer Beryl. Much more fun to be had there.”

“Are you from Beryl then?” Yoni could picture Ubel at one of the town’s taverns.

Ubel's chuckle sounded raucous in the quiet cavern of trees. “No. I do not have a fixed address. Never have. I am from here and everywhere.”

“I met another traveler in the woods,” said Yoni, by way of conversation. “His name is Emanuel. Perhaps you’ve met him?”

Ubel didn’t answer straight away. Yoni saw how the man’s shoulder’s stiffened. Perhaps he had met Emanuel and hadn’t appreciated his conversation.

“Oh, I know him. Preaches and stands on his soap box wherever he goes. Thinks he’s better than everyone else too.” Ubel snarled, and Yoni started at his vicious tone. “I suppose he tried to rescue you from sin and damnation. Well, he makes me sick. What’s wrong with a bit of fun?”

“I like him.” Said Yoni firmly. “And he didn’t preach at all. What he said made very good sense. It’s thanks to him that I’ve settled some things in my mind about the Creator. You could say I believe now because of him.”

Ubel’s laugh was mocking and harsh. “You’re a stupid one, boy, to fall for his lies.”

Yoni opened his mouth to defend Emanuel once more, but then thought better of it. Ubel had fallen silent again, and Yoni preferred not to argue with the man. He needed to get to Tirsa, and Ubel was his guide. It would be wise not to upset him further. Yoni had enough life experience to figure that Ubel liked his drink and wild lifestyle too much to pay any mind to the Creator or to His messengers.

They walked on in silence, save for the soft clopping of the horses’ hooves, and the rustling of small creatures in the dim forest. Yoni was thankful for the clear trail, as well as for the coolness and the occasional stream. He wondered how far gone the day was. Would they reach the edge of the forest before nightfall? He certainly hoped so. He didn’t wish to camp in these foreboding surroundings. He began to long for blue skies and open spaces. “How much further?” He ventured.

“Not far now. Not far at all. We will soon reach the end.”

Ubel's voice cut through the silence.

“Good.” Yoni replied. “He'd be glad to leave the forest behind. He imagined what it would be like to be reunited with Tirsa once more, and the thought strengthened him. He thought too, of the wonderful news that he had for her. In his mind's eye, he could see the joy in her face as he related all that Emanuel had explained. He lifted up his heart in prayer. This time, in faith. Keep her safe, my Lord. And lead me to her.

***

The plodding movement of Felix beneath him must have lulled him to sleep. Yoni awoke suddenly to find that the shadows had deepened. He stared ahead. All he could see were trees and brush. The trail seemed to have vanished along with his guide. Yoni moaned. Why did I trust that scoundrel?

He urged his tired horse forward, parting the branches with his hands as they pressed slowly on. The darkness was closing in. In what seemed like minutes, Yoni could barely see ahead of him. Suddenly, Felix lost his footing. Panic stricken, he began to slide. Yoni screamed and clung to Felix’s neck as they tumbled downwards, crashing through tree limbs, as rocks pummeled them both. Yoni tried to comfort poor Felix, and prayed in the midst of his own terror, but he recognized the inevitable. They had fallen over the edge of a ravine, and there was little hope. He cried out as he realized that he wouldn't be finding Tirsa, then comforted himself with the knowledge of his eternal destination.

It is the end! Receive my soul!

***

The chickens and goats, along with her new friend, Ettie, had long since gone to bed, but Tirsa’s lamp burned on long into the night. She was nearing the end of the Creator’s message, along with the start of new beginnings for her soul. To think that He loved his creation that much! The Book was certainly the greatest love story she had ever read, and she wished she had her own copy. Then, she would treasure it and re-read the Creator’s letter often. She knew with all her heart that Yoni would want to read it too. It surely held all the answers to their many questions. Tirsa reached the final sentence around midnight. She closed The Book gently, then sat for some moments in the soft lamplight and prayed to her Creator for the first time.

***

“I need to find Yoni. I must tell him about The Book, and all you have told me. I must tell him what the Creator has done for us, and that he needs to trust Him and believe in Him.” Tirsa’s words came out in a rush as she and Ettie prepared breakfast.

Ettie stopped stirring the eggs. She crossed over to Tirsa and placed her hands on either side of the young woman’s shining face. “You found the key last night, didn't you child? I can see it in your eyes.” Her smile was like the sunrise. “Oh, child, I’m so happy for you. But I kind of knew it was going to happen given the way you were pouring over the Creator’s wonderful message. Been praying up a storm for you too.”

Tirsa hugged the older woman and gave a little jump of joy. “I can never thank you enough Ettie. For all you have done, and for letting me read your copy of The Book.” She turned back to the bread she’d been slicing. “But I must go back the way I came and search for Yoni. He needs to hear this good news too. I hate to leave,” she added, pausing for breath, “but something tells me to go.”

Ettie poured the eggs into the pan and began to stir them vigorously. “Then you must go, child. God’s Spirit is directing you, and you must go. Just promise this old woman that you’ll be careful and that you’ll come back.” Ettie brushed at a tear that threatened to fall. She’d become very fond of her young guest during her short stay.

“Bring that Yoni of yours back too, when you find him. We need to talk. I want to give you a wedding gift of some of my land. It’s been neglected far too long. You and your young man are just what it needs.”

“Oh, Ettie! I surely will bring him to meet you. We will gladly help you get your farm up and running again.”

Ettie began to sing a song to her Creator as she served breakfast and poured coffee. She praised him for Tirsa’s new faith and determined to stay on her knees during the next part of the young woman’s journey.

***

After breakfast, Tirsa gathered her few belongings together while Ettie packed provisions for the road. The two women walked side by side down to the river. Tirsa carried her own bag and water flask, along with a backpack which Ettie had given her. It was filled with good things to eat. Ettie carried a small cloth bag, and when they reached the river bank she handed it to Tirsa. “Here, child. I want you to have this.’

Tirsa peeked into the bag and gasped. It was the volume she’d been reading over the last two days. “But Ettie, it’s too special. I can’t take it.”

Ettie smiled, “It’s yours child. Jon would have wanted you to have it. It was his, you know. And our Creator wants you to have His love letter to you too. Besides, now you can show it to your young man.”

Both women were crying. “Now be careful child. And don’t stay away too long now. I’ve got a job for you here.”

“I’ll be back soon, Ettie. With Yoni. I promise.”

***

Yoni wondered whether he was dreaming or whether he had passed on to Perpetua. He felt, rather than saw, a warm, brilliant light that seemed almost alive. He felt embraced by it. Or perhaps the light was carrying him. Yes, that was it. He wondered where he was being taken, then felt nothing at all for a long, long time. When at last he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Felix grazing happily off to one side. Was his dear horse in Perpetua too?

His eyes filled with tears. “Felix!” He cried. The horse looked at him and whinnied softly.

“Yoni!” A man’s voice called joyfully. “Welcome back, son.”

“Emanuel?” Yoni found that he was able to sit up. There was Emanuel tending a fire. He looked around, and saw that they were alongside a river.

“How?”

Emanuel just smiled. “Just give thanks, Yoni. Just give thanks.”

Yoni just looked around studying everything as if through new eyes. “Where are we? Perpetua?”

Emanuel brought a bowl of soup to Yoni and sat beside him. “No, Yoni. We are still on Adama. This river is the same one that you and Tirsa fished from. We are north of Sybella, that is why you are confused.”

Yoni wondered for a moment how Emanuel knew about the fishing, but he guessed he must have told him. “You rescued us.” Yoni said slowly.

Emanuel just smiled and nodded.

“That man, Ubel,” Yoni continued, “I think he wanted to kill me. I wonder where he is now?”

“Up to no good no doubt. But he is being watched.” Emanuel sighed. “And he didn’t succeed in his wicked scheme. So we will give thanks.” He smiled again. “Now rest once more, Yoni. Tomorrow awaits. I will keep watch while you sleep.”

Chapter Nine

Tirsa made good progress as she made her way southwards. She knew the way now that she had walked it before, and Ettie’s wonderful food gave her the strength she needed. She stopped from time to time to rest beneath the willows, all the while keeping a sharp eye out for Yoni, whom she felt sure would be riding his faithful horse Felix. At each stop she took out the precious volume which had once belonged to Ettie’s husband, Jon. Now, as she turned the pages, she noticed that some passages had been underlined in pencil. She made a mental note to re-visit them soon. This time, she set up camp for the night beneath the sheltering fronds of a large willow. Somehow, the fear she felt before was gone. She knew it was because her Creator was ever so near to her now. She heard the same night time noises as before, but the sense of dread was gone. She was not alone. The following morning, she set off again, after a more than adequate breakfast. She re-filled her water bottle with fast flowing river water and washed her face. If she did meet Yoni on the way, she didn’t want it to be with a dirty face. Tirsa prayed and hummed the tune she’d heard Ettie singing. What a dear woman: almost like a mother to me. Ettie walked on. The trees growing on either side of the river provided both cover and shade. She encountered no one as she walked. The area was a type of buffer zone between the South and the rest of the world. Around mid-morning, though, Ettie thought she heard the sound of hoofbeats. Her first thought was of Yoni, but she stayed hidden, and peered out towards the wagon road cautiously. it lay a way from the river, and Tirsa had purposefully avoided it out of fear of being seen by travelers or tradesmen. The man she saw on horseback wasn’t Yoni. He wore a black hat and coat, and his horse was black too. Even from a distance, Tirsa didn’t like the look of him. She shrank back deeper into the grove of willows. Hide Tirsa, Hide. She heard the whisper in her heart. She shrank back against the trunk of an old tree, her breathing shallow. The rider slowed to a canter, then to a trot, and finally, to a walk. Was he looking for her? She sat still as a statue and prayed. After what seemed an eternity, the dense quiet was broken as the stallion reared on its hind legs, snorting, and whinnying. The rider let out an animal-like growl, as a brilliant flash of light seemed to blind both him and his horse. Tirsa could hear what sounded like the clash of swords before the rider on the black horse suddenly wheeled around and rode hard towards the east. Tirsa let out a long, shaky breath. She stayed in her spot for a few minutes contemplating what she had seen. She could only come to one conclusion: her Creator had been the one who’d frightened the stranger away.

***

“I need to keep searching for Tirsa. Who knows how far she could have walked by now.” Yoni rose up from his make-shift bed and walked over to the fire where Emanuel was heating water for coffee. Something that looked like porridge was simmering in a pot too.

“Have some breakfast first, then how about we throw a line before you go? You’ll be needing some lunch later on.”

Yoni agreed. How could he turn his friend and rescuer down? He would also take this opportunity before he went on his way to ask Emanuel some more questions.

The fishing was good in the cold clear pools of the river, and the two men engaged in a friendly competition to see who could catch the most fish.

Yoni’s strength had fully returned under the watchful eye of Emanuel.

“Please tell me more about Perpetua. Will we live there one day?” Yoni asked as he watched his friend skillfully cleaning his catch.

Emanuel stopped working and smiled up at Yoni. “I will answer the second half of your question first, Yoni. All believers will live in Perpetua one day. Those who have died are already there. You will go too when your time comes.” Emanuel looked up at the cloudless turquoise sky. “It is beyond beautiful, Yoni. So much so, that you will have to see for yourself. In the meantime, you can see a shadow of Perpetua’s beauty here on Adama. Adama’s beauty was spoiled by sin as you know. Yet, where there is faith; where there is hope; there can be beauty too Yoni. Remember that.”

The two men were quiet for a while. Then Yoni stood up. “I really need to be going, Emanuel. I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done.”

Emanuel stood. He smiled gently. “Are you sure, Yoni?” He turned and pointed towards a small figure making her way towards them. “I believe your Tirsa is headed this way.”

***

Yoni began running in Tirsa's direction. Felix looked up from his grazing and whinnied as if to cheer his master on. Emanuel smiled and began to clean the rest of the catch. A celebration called for a decent fish fry-up.

Before long, Tirsa began to run too.

“Yoni!”

“Tirsa!”

They met in a joyful explosion.

“I thought you’d gone south. I went looking for you in Beryl and by the lake.”

Tirsa felt as though she had come home as she leaned on Yoni’s shoulder. “I stayed with a wonderful woman. She told me all about the Creator, and gave me His Book.”

Yoni listened intently as Tirsa described her stay with Ettie and her discoveries.

“Please come meet my friend Emanuel and show us The Book. I have much to tell you too. But I’m not sure you’ll believe it all.” He smiled. “Oh, I missed you so much. I was so worried.”

Tirsa smiled up into Yoni’s dear face. “And I missed you. More than I can say.”

They walked hand in hand back to the campsite and to Emanuel.

Emanuel watched them fondly. The two young people were just right for each other. By the time they reached him, he had the first fish in the pan, and the smell made Tirsa hungry. Yoni introduced Tirsa to Emanuel, and the two shook hands. Emanuel served the young people and them himself. “So, when will the happy day take place?” He smiled at the young couple.

“As soon as an Elder can marry us.” Yoni answered quickly. Tirsa smiled up at him and he took her hand in his. “That is, if you still wish to be married to me, my love.”

Tirsa’s happy tears were the only answer Yoni needed.

Emanuel fried the last fish and took a loaf of bread out of his bag. “Well, I can do the honours after lunch if you like. It’s something I’ve done before.”

***

Simply, and with great tenderness, Emanuel presided over a meaningful ceremony as he pronounced a blessing on the union of his friends. Tirsa hardly gave thought to the fact that she was wearing one of her chore dresses. The rich purple wedding dress couldn’t have been further from her mind. She was the happiest young woman on Adama that day: she’d found her Creator, and she’d found her Yoni. The river played a love song behind them as Emanuel blessed them, and angelic voices seemed to chorus through the air. Yoni smiled fondly at his bride before kissing her on her waiting lips. How long he’d waited for this sweet moment! Tirsa rejoiced as Yoni kissed her for the first time: this was love. True love from their Creator’s hand.

***

Yoni secured his and Tirsa’s bags to Felix’s saddle. They would head back to Ettie’s place after taking a slow meander back along the river. They planned to camp for a couple of days under the willows.

Emanuel had gathered his own things and was waiting to bid them farewell. His eyes looked a little sad, almost as though he knew he wouldn’t be seeing them for a while.

“Emanuel,” Yoni began, “how can we ever thank you? You have been a true friend.”

Emanuel smiled, then embraced them both. “You can thank me by telling others what I have shared with you. Treasure the love letter of the Creator. Read it often. Read it to your children, and hide its words in your hearts. That is how you can thank me.”

He turned to go, then stood still, and raised his hands in farewell. His smile felt like a blessing from where he stood alongside the sparkling river.

And it was then that Yoni and Tirsa noticed something that they hadn’t seen before: The painful looking scars on each one of Emanuel’s hands.

***

“All this took place that it might be fulfilled which the Lord had spoken through the prophet. Behold, the virgin shall become pregnant and give birth to a Son, and they shall call His name Emmanuel - which , when translated, means, God with us.”

(Matthew 1:22-23)

Author’s Note

Thanks for joining me on the journey! It was lots of fun to write this story about Tirsa and Yoni, and of their search for truth. In my imagination, I see them building a little home, along with a new life on Ettie’s farm. Of course, our friend Ettie will be so happy to have them living nearby. They will have much to learn, but will soon settle in with loving help from both their Creator and from Ettie. In a sequel, I would have them journey back to Sybella to reconnect with their families and to share their faith. Of course, that would be pretty dramatic. Perhaps Lidda would be first to believe after becoming disillusioned with her marriage to Han. She will be only too happy to experience the love of her Creator. And of course, I imagine the blessing of children for Tirsa and Yoni, and adopted Grandma Ettie. Perhaps four? Or maybe seven? Beyond that, perhaps their next travels would be to the towns and cities of the North.

Although I built a fictitious world and heaven for the setting, the Biblical story woven throughout, is very real. Emanuel in my story, represents Jesus. Jesus is the Creator, the Son of God, the One who died to take away our sin.

“The Book” in the story, is in fact, The Bible. If you don’t have one, you can download one for free on The Bible App. Perhaps you, like Tirsa and Yoni, are searching. You may like to start your Bible reading journey at the Book of John in The New Testament. John 3:16 is a very well known Bible verse which points the way to Heaven.

My testimony is on The About Page of this blog.

Ps: I have in fact, written two more books in this series. :) Here is the link to the first one, it is called "The Yearning." Link

With love and prayers,

Alison

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