Post by Dora Lynch on Apr 9, 2010 21:12:53 GMT -6
On the Docks.
It was spring. Little green shoot poked up from the soil into the good warmer air and Dora Lynch’s mood went from enduring life to joyous. The day had come for her husband to return to Turas Lan.
“Come , Loomis. You will need to brush your little brother’s hair.” She had a new child fostered to her by a serving woman.
“ Just until his Da and I decide what to do.” That is what the little maid said as she handed a two and a half year old child into Dorie’s loving motherly arms.
“He was sickly and I thought he was dying, so I never told his Da about him.” Clearly it was an affair of the heart, not marriage for her. “Here is money for his care and I will be back every month, with more.”The lad was tall for his age, long blond hair hung almost hiding his sad pouty expression.
“This lady is your “ for a while” Mum. Now you got brothers. Ain’t that good?” The maid patted her somber little one and backed away. “If you have any need to call me, the Veiled Scribe will know where to find me.” Keeper of secrets, writer and reader of love letters, the symbol of romance to many a common person, Aurilla was known for being able to keep a confidence.
The child reached out his arms to the one leaving him and called out,” Tante!”
“My name is Annie, if you need to find me for any reason.” With that she left the little one to deal with strangers on his own.
Dora’s older son, Liam took the little one along with him and Loomis.” Let’s show him our toy soldiers. And we should cut his long curly hair, so he don’t look like a girl.”
“Yep, we are gonna trim your hair so no one pulls it. Me and Loomis are gonna teach you how to run and throw rocks at carriages.” Liam joked, drawing the steely glare of Dora. ” We never throw rocks at folks.” He backtracked some.
Therefore, when Dora went to the docks on spring day to wait for her husband’s return, there were three boys with her, one with red hair, one black and one blond.
They watched the huge shuttle ship from the islands come into port, carrying with it imports from all over the civilized world. It was bringing Clovis back to his wife and sons, at long last. His time with the family who raised him might have been the last, for all of them were aging.
“Da!” Loomis jerked away from Dorie’s grasp and ran as soon as the boarding plank set down, before anyone took a step on land, Loomis and Liam stood waiting for their father’s return.
Here walked Clovis, his face tan with life in the outdoors and weathered from cold and winds, but himself, nonetheless.
“Da!” Both boys went to hug him at once but Clovis held them off.
“Hey! I missed you men, but don’t crush me jacket.” Then, barely ashore, the Inuit man took two small dogs from the shelter of his coat sides and presented one to each lad. “Like the pets I had when I was your age” He looked up to see Dora on the run, one arm held out to him and in the other, a new child. “Dorie! Hey woman, I was not gone that long was I?”
It had only been six months, but it seemed an eternity to his wife who had waited, working as ladies’ maid to Janice. It was like another life entirely, one she would have continued, gladly, except that her man returned. “It was not so bad.” Dora was going to have to wait for later for her kiss hello.”We were happy and safe; Mistress Janice was like me own grown up daughter. I will miss her like me blood.” She was going to visit the Mistress Viscreed often, always connected to her who had taken in herself and the boys in time of need.
Clovis motioned for a hired cart to transport them all. In the mean time, all three boys vied for his attention and access to the puppies Liam was holding.
“My little brother cannot talk.” Loomis volunteered, the new puppy wriggled in his two arm grasp. “We will share the dog, right? “
“Je veux aller à la maison.” Finally words came out from the new child. He had seen the ship and others boarding and he wanted to go too. He pushed away and was keen to run onto the boarding plank, too. Home was overseas?
“Our new brother speaks Frog.” Liam laughed, and in this let it slip he had been on the docks, overhearing what sailors said, when he was supposed to be in school. He used a slang word for French language.
“Frog? “ Dorie and Clovis looked back and forth to each other, in amazement. A child so little speaking a foreign language? How could that be?
“Sont vous mon père ?” With his bright sea green eyes the child studied Clovis. Where had Dorie seen such unique eyes? And although he was a child, the shape of his face seemed to fit with green eyes.
“Good Lord!” Dora and Clovis both thought the same thing at the same instant. The little boy looked a lot like someone they knew. Neither of them dared say who that might be. They hoped they were wrong. Wrong maybe, but the genetic code for eyes for that particular color is inherited.
“Mon nom est Albert.” Once the little boy’s silence ended, the strange language the Lynch family did not know bubbled out , one strange accented sentence after another.
Liam seemed to catch on it was a name. He did the Jane-Tarzan thing, pointing to himself, “Liam.” , Then to each of the family in turn, ending with Dora. “Mum.”
“Well, Albert, let us get some dinner at the tavern and take us all out to the farm this very day.” Clovis carried Loomis in one arm and Albert in the other, as Dora and Liam scurried along in his wake, each of them carrying with them one of the new pups.
It was spring and time for the crops to be in. The Lynch family was together again. All was well with the world, well as far as this world ever is.
It was spring. Little green shoot poked up from the soil into the good warmer air and Dora Lynch’s mood went from enduring life to joyous. The day had come for her husband to return to Turas Lan.
“Come , Loomis. You will need to brush your little brother’s hair.” She had a new child fostered to her by a serving woman.
“ Just until his Da and I decide what to do.” That is what the little maid said as she handed a two and a half year old child into Dorie’s loving motherly arms.
“He was sickly and I thought he was dying, so I never told his Da about him.” Clearly it was an affair of the heart, not marriage for her. “Here is money for his care and I will be back every month, with more.”The lad was tall for his age, long blond hair hung almost hiding his sad pouty expression.
“This lady is your “ for a while” Mum. Now you got brothers. Ain’t that good?” The maid patted her somber little one and backed away. “If you have any need to call me, the Veiled Scribe will know where to find me.” Keeper of secrets, writer and reader of love letters, the symbol of romance to many a common person, Aurilla was known for being able to keep a confidence.
The child reached out his arms to the one leaving him and called out,” Tante!”
“My name is Annie, if you need to find me for any reason.” With that she left the little one to deal with strangers on his own.
Dora’s older son, Liam took the little one along with him and Loomis.” Let’s show him our toy soldiers. And we should cut his long curly hair, so he don’t look like a girl.”
“Yep, we are gonna trim your hair so no one pulls it. Me and Loomis are gonna teach you how to run and throw rocks at carriages.” Liam joked, drawing the steely glare of Dora. ” We never throw rocks at folks.” He backtracked some.
Therefore, when Dora went to the docks on spring day to wait for her husband’s return, there were three boys with her, one with red hair, one black and one blond.
They watched the huge shuttle ship from the islands come into port, carrying with it imports from all over the civilized world. It was bringing Clovis back to his wife and sons, at long last. His time with the family who raised him might have been the last, for all of them were aging.
“Da!” Loomis jerked away from Dorie’s grasp and ran as soon as the boarding plank set down, before anyone took a step on land, Loomis and Liam stood waiting for their father’s return.
Here walked Clovis, his face tan with life in the outdoors and weathered from cold and winds, but himself, nonetheless.
“Da!” Both boys went to hug him at once but Clovis held them off.
“Hey! I missed you men, but don’t crush me jacket.” Then, barely ashore, the Inuit man took two small dogs from the shelter of his coat sides and presented one to each lad. “Like the pets I had when I was your age” He looked up to see Dora on the run, one arm held out to him and in the other, a new child. “Dorie! Hey woman, I was not gone that long was I?”
It had only been six months, but it seemed an eternity to his wife who had waited, working as ladies’ maid to Janice. It was like another life entirely, one she would have continued, gladly, except that her man returned. “It was not so bad.” Dora was going to have to wait for later for her kiss hello.”We were happy and safe; Mistress Janice was like me own grown up daughter. I will miss her like me blood.” She was going to visit the Mistress Viscreed often, always connected to her who had taken in herself and the boys in time of need.
Clovis motioned for a hired cart to transport them all. In the mean time, all three boys vied for his attention and access to the puppies Liam was holding.
“My little brother cannot talk.” Loomis volunteered, the new puppy wriggled in his two arm grasp. “We will share the dog, right? “
“Je veux aller à la maison.” Finally words came out from the new child. He had seen the ship and others boarding and he wanted to go too. He pushed away and was keen to run onto the boarding plank, too. Home was overseas?
“Our new brother speaks Frog.” Liam laughed, and in this let it slip he had been on the docks, overhearing what sailors said, when he was supposed to be in school. He used a slang word for French language.
“Frog? “ Dorie and Clovis looked back and forth to each other, in amazement. A child so little speaking a foreign language? How could that be?
“Sont vous mon père ?” With his bright sea green eyes the child studied Clovis. Where had Dorie seen such unique eyes? And although he was a child, the shape of his face seemed to fit with green eyes.
“Good Lord!” Dora and Clovis both thought the same thing at the same instant. The little boy looked a lot like someone they knew. Neither of them dared say who that might be. They hoped they were wrong. Wrong maybe, but the genetic code for eyes for that particular color is inherited.
“Mon nom est Albert.” Once the little boy’s silence ended, the strange language the Lynch family did not know bubbled out , one strange accented sentence after another.
Liam seemed to catch on it was a name. He did the Jane-Tarzan thing, pointing to himself, “Liam.” , Then to each of the family in turn, ending with Dora. “Mum.”
“Well, Albert, let us get some dinner at the tavern and take us all out to the farm this very day.” Clovis carried Loomis in one arm and Albert in the other, as Dora and Liam scurried along in his wake, each of them carrying with them one of the new pups.
It was spring and time for the crops to be in. The Lynch family was together again. All was well with the world, well as far as this world ever is.