tied with herbs and lied with pigeon toes

come back to me
take your head out of the clouds _______

The spirit slapped her
and that was all
she received from her goddess
despite all her pleas.

She looked around the room feeling defeated.
If I have been given so much power
if indeed this amulet is so very charming
if indeed they can see that I am royalty
and am endowed to garnish with reward

why do I have no key to the dormitory?

They patronize me with stuffed pigeons
glazed with honey and wine
tied together with herbal twine.

She was feeling antsy
and so she walked from wall to wall.
Itchiness surfaced the skin of her hips
but she felt not like scratching.

She no longer wanted to sleep.
Not at all did feather down
seem to be triumphant.

When the Sister came to see her she protested.

These things do not gratify me.
What is a pillow to rest my head?
What is a tender piece of meat
and a neatly polished spoon
if I should be confined to a room?

Let me roam the fields,
let me take occupancy
of one of the empty huts.
I tire so from all these
drenched apricots and prunes.
Let me see the extent of the ruins.

I am not a fragile princess.
But have inheritance to the throne!
I plead with you again
to let me roam.

The Father was careful
not to go near her
for his face had already
been revealed.

He chose to let the memory of his phantom disappear into the shadows of her quarters.
He would work on his skills and avoid her until ready so that again it would not appear.

He had not left his emulation in the hallway, together with the other beasts
but had drew it back into himself as he sat in the field, in a  little chair.

He would have to feed them. He would have to keep them calm. So that she would go along.

The Sister, slight in her walk, cast down her eyes. She approached and he rose above her.

She began her report and nothing at all, except for the angel that hovered at the entrance to her door was surprising.
Of course she would want release. Of course she offered reward. He had to admit Gold was rather enticing.

The nun, dumb to all these things would not be in the knowing.

"She needs to be protected and so we will keep her there until we are better prepared. Did she say where she keeps the Gold, did she mention at all where its hidden?"

"No, she could not be persuaded to tell me and I felt rather odd, pursuing those things. What does a nun need with her business - to go robbing?  But I think you are correct when you say she's involved in witchcraft. Some of the Gold is on her. Didn't you say that she was thoroughly searched? She is also in possession of the item that you mentioned. I must say it is very remarkable, and as you predicted, she wouldn't let me touch it. She is very convincing and speaks French surprisingly well. Is it possible she is working with the Devil and that the Angel I saw is the trickery of Light?"  

Oh how he wished he could accuse her, but he knew in the blackness of his heart it would backfire. He could not be challenged by a worker of magic, at least not yet.

"No, I still believe she is the one we have been expecting. The oracle said she would have this golden feather, and the amulet. If she is a worker of magic, we will convince her by the scriptures, that it is wrong that she is doing these things. But she must be held in high esteem, for she is key to fulfilling the prophecy. We will convince her also that it is best to keep her protected."

"Will you meet with her then, to tell her these things?"

"No, my dear Sister - I think it is time for you to advance in your training. I give you full charge of her."

Only then did she look into his eyes. He showed them to her clearly and brilliantly. He gave her his handsome smile. Her cheeks were hot, as she wore her habit and they stood smack in the sun. Her heart was soaring in the Lord. Bowing, she said, "I will not disappoint you Father."