After learning the secret written in the stone. I began to make my calculations. The maiden was carefully observing my every action as I removed the jackknife from my pants pocket and started scraping small shavings from the log where she had been seated. Ever so cautiously I collected them in the tail of my shirt. Next I would need a large piece bark and dead twigs from a nearby elder bush. I cut a notch in the bark just like my grandfather had taught me as a child and began to spin a twig in the notch. In no time at all I had a hot coal and was able to sustain it with the shavings. I took the next twig which longer split it perfectly in half. The pithy center was easy to remove and once that was done I bound them together with strands of the tall grass in meadow. I studied the broken dulcimer and committed it’s outline to memory. As I worked I looked up and saw the maiden looking onward in amazement and the raven still circled me above the trees. I placed the first hot coal on the dry wood and began to kindle it with the elder blow tube. I occasionally stepped back to the stone and checked the mathematical formulas carved there by ancient hand that was long since gone. The legacy written was instructions for a new dulcimer. The precision burning of the wood and removal of the char would need to be perfect. I became so involved with the task at hand that time lost all meaning. There was only the fire and the wood and my breath. Periodically a large drop of sweat would fall into the coal and erupt with a long stream of steam. With the jackknife I would put the finishing touches on the piece. Hand carved dovetails to hold it together and keys for tuning the strings recovered from the old one. There it was. My dreamworld had a new voice. I turned to the maiden and offered my finished product along with the parchment entrusted to me by the raven. She spoke not a word but the newfound joy in her eyes was the most profound expression of gratitude I ever experienced. Her eyes danced over the open scroll as she read the music. Then, she tuned the instrument to perfect pitch and took a breath. As she played the first few notes that gray sky rolled back and the birds all began to sing with her. The newly awoken sun pushed back the remaining clouds. With my task completed I began to make the return journey back to the waking world. As I approached the iron gate a now familiar shadow passed overhead. As turned to cast one last gaze on my dreamworld the raven landed on the road. He spoke in a raspy voice. “There is more to see here. You are as much a part of this world as you part of the one beyond that gate. You are the Fireweaver and a prince of the dreamworld.”
The drone of the alarm clock grew more intense as I slowly rose from my bed. The sun was shining through the blinds and just outside my window I could hear a mockingbird singing a song that was oddly familiar…
Wotan (Odin) wood be proud of this writing and the story. Well done, brother! Brings to mind “…a dream within a dream.” Raven yackety-yack. π
I’ve strummed a few strings myself, in my younger years. Seems like ages ago…
When my first wife was in college, they had a class on dulcimer making. I look back and wish I’d of gotten closer to the music and the myth of myrrh.
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I’m familiar with the Wotan mythology but to be honest it had nothing to do with the Raven in my story which is based on a combination of the picture in the link below and a real life talking crow that would call my uncle’s name when he was a kid.
http://cryptidz.wikia.com/wiki/Thunderbird
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Aye! π Interesting! And very cool!
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Was this a dream you had?
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No, not in real life. I have a very vivid imagination and I like surrealism as well as some mythology from all over the world.
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Oh lol I see, wow you caught me there Lloyd! Good one.
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Thank you. I have several stories started in this style but if I don’t sit down in isolation and write beginning to end I lose track.
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No problem at all.
Oh wow very nice, wonderful!
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