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The Myth of Kyrrell Swamp – Chapter 1 Part 1 August 27, 2009

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The beginning of knowledge
is the discovery of something
we do not understand.

– Frank Herbert

CHAPTER I.1:  Birthin’ in Thelra

© D. Erick Emert

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Tzagrast lur seted krind kynpa ecoy – a long ways from anyplace here. This Vigroth expression seemed a sensible place to start, except you, no doubt have never heard of the Vigroth. Or Thelra, Kyrell Swamp, the Weald, Erde, or even the great Empire of Uppsala for that matter. Neither had I. “Won’t make much mattermind where I start,” Ahllie said to me when we first met. As her story unfolded, I understood her point.  This is Ahllie’s story, not in the same sense as she told it, but in my experience of what she related to me. My advice is, bear with the things you don’t understand and there will be many. All will soon become commonplace to you.

A misty spring rain dusted the thatched roofs of the small Vigroth village of Thelra. It sat nestled on the swampy edge between the southern rainforest and the Kyrrell Swamp near the eastern shores of Rigga Sea. The Vigroth laced greens into the roofs of all their homes, which I shall call steads because it is easier to remember than the Vigroth name – eradisin. They did this to give the appearance of the connected leafy canopy which overlaid the rainforest.

The constant drizzle droned on, a precursor of the wetness that permeated the Kyrell Swamp region around Thelra during the last month of Wyntza Yofilshat, the growing season. So survival-minded are the Vigroth that they raised all their steads on poles both for defensive purposes and to keep them dry during the rainy season. A young Vigroth woman shinnied down the access pole of her stead and headed for Thelra’s shakanu or woman’s place. Jalleli awoke to a sharp pain.  Being heavy with child, she knew this day would be like none other in her experience. Healthy and strong, the birthing would not present a physical problem for her.

A tall people, the Vigroth of the great Weald had a commanding visage, with Jalleli being no exception. Today she kept her long blonde hair braided for convenience. She wore a simple deerskin garment that covered her to mid-thigh.  A wide strap crossed over her left shoulder.  She kept her dress belted at the waist by a white cord tied with long ends that hung down to her knees. This was knotted seven times, one for each of the living members of her Cord family, the ends flapped just above the seam of her garment.  A leather pouch hung from her belt and a patch covered her left forearm.  She chose not to wear her normal thin deerskin footwear that covered her legs to mid-calf.  Jalleli walked barefoot today.

As she crossed the virkum, Thelra’s ceremonial plaza in the center of the village, two of her Rirchet Cord sisters, Trachhie, and Kariessie, rushed to meet her. They felt Jalleli’s birth pangs themselves and left their work to help in preparation for the coming event. Ruby-eyed, silver, eagle-like rirchet symbols hung from a leather cord around the necks of all three women.

Their voices rang with excitement and their words flowed with usual Vigroth speed. An OutSider would have had difficulty understanding what they said because the language of  a Vigroth Cord family traveled from mind to mind faster than the sound of voices move from mouth to ear. Understood in the psyche with ease, their expressions rushed forth in a slur. I haven’t used their Vigroth speech here, but employed their version of Selgan Anglich to make their words easier to understand.

“So, Jalleli, you head towards shakanu, hey?”

With a prance in her step, Trachhie giggled her words to her Cord sister. Her feet brushed the mixture of piccato leaves, misenx fronds and gutamar roots the Vigroth used for their pathways to lessen the chance of detection of their village by smell. Trachhie stood well over six-feet tall and her shoulder length brown hair curled across her face in constant motion. Her piercing green eyes twinkled and her mischievous spirit enlivened her prancing.

“Now I wonder why that could be? You not in season.”

The Vigroth shakanu provided a building where females could sequester themselves at the time of their cycle each month. They were considered to be of dangerous spirit during that time and no man was allowed to speak with or even be near a female of their tribe on those occasions. For the women this provided a time to relax, a break from their normal hectic routine. The Oarosh Hirain or Virtuous Women of the village waited on them and cared for them during their stay in the shakanu. Their use of the word virtuous referred to industry and hard works, not morality. Women also came to the shakanu to birth their children and the Oarosh Hirain acted as midwives.

Kariessie, pregnant as well, just cleared the six-foot mark and sported shining auburn hair that hung past her waist. She turned to face Jalleli and danced backwards as they walked. A large smile covered her face. “Yes, n I should go off n tell Gilrrie, no?”

Jalleli gave her Cord sisters a weak smile as she continued to walk through the natural clearing that the village occupied. She nodded to Kariessie who turned and broke into a run toward the village gate and disappeared into the Great Weald beyond.

Trachhie fell in along side her lumbering sister and took her hand as they walked past the common well, the village’s source of fresh water. Jalleli slowed her pace as another small contraction rippled through her body. Both Cord sisters stopped for a few seconds, breathing hard, and Trachhie steadied Jalleli with a hand on her shoulder. Trachhie felt the pains as well. A breathless Jalleli asked of her friend, “So, Trachhie, you gonna help Solloja n me birth this booger?”

Trachhie wrapped her arms around her Cord sister, allowing Jalleli’s head to rest on her shoulder. The nurturing love that all Cord members expressed toward each other welled to the surface. Her eyes moistened with honest tears of happiness.

“Course I am. Wouldn’t miss it for nothin’. Always be there for you.” They hugged and continued toward the shakanu.

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1. sputnitsa - August 27, 2009

This is SO vividly described, I can smell the greenery. Incredible!

I also REALLY like that there is meaning in the details of their dress. Very much. 🙂

Very exciting!!! 🙂 And I’m really liking the images you’re using throughout your blog. 🙂 🙂

2. sputnitsa - August 27, 2009

Do you mind if I add you to my blogroll of writer’s blogs? Let me know!

3. Yarnspnr - August 27, 2009

Good Morning Sputnitsa and thank you so much for your kind words. I’ve tried very hard to capture the imagination through a community of people the likes of which have not been seen before. Fantasy offers so much latitude. It makes it easy to paint with large brush strokes. I’m glad you’re enjoying it. That’s why we write!

I would be honored if you want to add me to your blogroll. Thank you very much! Please, don’t be a stranger here!

4. sputnitsa - August 28, 2009

Yay! Thank you! 🙂

I notice you’re an early riser, like me. I hope you’re having a good morning!

Oh, and I love the quotes you’re using in your posts, too!

5. Yarnspnr - August 28, 2009

Actually, I’m a night owl. I live in Phoenix, AZ so were 9 hours behind London. I don’t know where you’re at so I’m using London as an point of reference. I usually hit the sack around 2AM. Then I’m up at 8AM to take the dogs out and fix breakfast for my wife and I. After that, a well earned nap. Then by 11AM it’s writing time.

I have a lot of resources for quotations. My favorite is “Peter’s Quotations – Ideas For Our Time” by Dr. Laurence J. Peter of the “Peter Principle” fame.

6. sputnitsa - August 29, 2009

Wow! I’m in New York, so you’re, what, three hours behind me? So when you write at 4:39am my time… Ah. You’re just writing obscenely late, not obscenely early. 🙂 🙂

Do you write each day? What’s your writing schedule? (Do you write in 2 hour spurts through the day, or for longer stretches, or shorter..?)

I’m going to have to look up Peter’s Quotations and now the Peter Principle, because I really do love your quotes!

Have a good writing day today! 🙂

7. Yarnspnr - August 29, 2009

Yes, three hours until the time changes. Then two hours. Arizona is one of those strange states that stays on standard time during the summer, except in the Navajo Reservation. Because they spill over into two other states, they observe Daylight Saving Time.

Yes I write something every day, usually about two hours with an hour spent on research. My second Erde book is about the Block in Uppsala, the center of the city’s slave trade. It’s called the Block not because of the place where the slaves are actually auctioned off, but because the above ground and underground facilities take up a whole city block. Most of my research right now is geared to those facilities.

You can buy “Peter’s Quotations” from Amazon used for about 12 cents or so in paperback. They also the “The Peter Principle” in both hardback and paperback.

Have a great day writing yourself! 🙂

8. sputnitsa - August 29, 2009

Thank you! 🙂 🙂

Off to Amazon right now!

Yarnspnr - August 29, 2009

Go get ‘m girl! 🙂


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