When Somethings Gone Wrong From the Start

Sorry about that. Seems I cannot quite help myself when it comes to all this. Something about the bar makes me want to, well there is something I miss. Maggie, or Mattie as folks had grown to calling her lately, was one such of these tales who had set out on a trip in a relative way. Only to find by the time she returned there was none of the men she had started off with her not even one. See, it was in the times of the famine back then options were scarce and the harvests were few. Small wonder in this we had dwelt right on the edge of the Edomite towns. Somewhere up in the rock and the moss, the dryness and dust, lay the houses as in the manner of some do in the relative shape of the tombs. Not that the dead folks lived up there of course and those of our village. Of course not, cause that would be crazy. Even the Reverend did not believe it at first calling such things nonsense right from the start. Small wonder that the folks all flocked to him with his hair all slicked back and his tight little sleeves and how they had bunched up on his arms whenever he wheezed. In fact, he was wheezing now with laughter come to think of it from across the bar and surrounded in ale. Might have been juice he was drinking though as were a few other of the ladies of his somewhat femaleish persuasion in congregation. Maddie's case was strictly different than all the rest, believe it or not, for the loss of her husband and also for the loss of her sons. Perhaps in other places it was different then maybe just like the trading had been off a little lately. Along with her though came another lady and not one that was swollen up as though she were having a baby. Oh yes, the day Maddie came home alright was a sight for sore eyes. It had been long since she were seen in these parts, almost back to the time of my grandfathers then for a start. Which in human terms certainly would have been say a few hundred years.

Anyhow, Maddie had trotted on down the path that leads to the town. Along with her had come a young girl of we would learn roughly the same size and rapport. They had taken to calling her Maddie for how her face once winsome and cheerful had been replaced by a frown, stubborn, sullen, persistent much rather. It was not till she came in the tavern, the young girl, in begging for bread. She was a proud sort though and not like the Edomite warriors. First off the old one was not saying too much about their relationship there and some such. She had taken the girl straight on back home to where she had once lived before she had flown. That year the harvest had been especially slender and bare. The cottage too had lain empty untouched by the years. Thereabouts the man she had married was supposed to have had some relations somewhere around. Where they had been in all this only God knew but of course save only that they lived in the hills and had enough sparage for the raising of grain. That is where a lot of the men in town got off in the day before they came in to play. That is to say they would chat for a bit, tell a few tall tales and that sort of it. Come to think of it he was one of the largest stayers to date ever since the famine hit back there for a bit. Soon the threat of famine was but a memory distant with the ever present thrill of the reapers and the harvest and cycles. You could have heard them come in at even what and all with the clatter of shears much as they had their bows and the swords. Thus it was out of necessity the recommendation and not say by choice or by popularity at least not as much as it perhaps should be. At this point, safe to say I could not see all that went on in the fields. Nevertheless I will admit the tales had reached me from safe within these four walls at the pub. The young men would come in from trying to glean and these were not always entirely mean. Surely there might have been some other fields such as the ones in the neighboring Edomite towns.

Thereupon receiving orders concerning the young woman from over their heads, well, let us just say it was too much to be true. Somehow the master had ownership over the reapers and also over the sheaves in his fields. Requiring that the reapers leave some handfuls cut from the bundles to make her job easier, that much meant she would help precious Maddie left at home all alone from the cold. Poor thing just would not be the same from back when everything changed. Safe to say that the Lord above looking down must have felt some sort of way about this – little town. Then came the news how that Maddies daughter we gathered or daughter in law not that what all it mattered. Regardless she had spent the night there with him. Sure enough, the next morning it was the talk of the town. The harvest too many and the reapers too few. Thank God for his mercy and the grace in sparing us so. It was nothing like plenty of provision to stave off a long, cold, hard winter. Back to the matter at hand, it seemed that almost nothing went quite as planned. The girl had some family back up in the hills or at least as did Maddie and some of them surely should have done stepped in from the start. Though today of all days the pub seemed unusually empty and dreary which was rather odd was it not for a mid morning at this time of the year, at least for the time it was then right here. Then all at once a great noise arose from down near the square. We soon discovered the source of it then as some of the reapers ran in also accompanied by some of the men. The master had drawn off his shoes in the square revealing a foot misshapen and bare. No wonder he was hardly seen round here much save for the occasional purchase and stuff. This time it was a girl of his choosing Maddies daughter herself that were winning. Seems there had been a bit of a fight for her name as another relation there had withdrawn his whole claim. He did not want this girl apparently tainted then there almost as one who had finally escaped back home from the war. It was not quite as right as it should hardly or proper. Seems not right that she had come home when few others had sworn to be in any way there. Speaking of which, she was not the only one back from the war. Though the other was hardly a coincidence probably more than anything much.

Suffice to say, soon the rejoicing groomsman was ushered on in. We had all wondered where the wedding was around to be held especially since the king had disbarred the halt and the lame from the house of the Lord and had sealed their name off with a curse. The minister would have had hard work getting around all sorts of this even if he wanted to which would not be much then at first. When next thing you know the young man who had returned back from the war and was eyeing this stranger as much as his friends. Scarce could have explained the cries of dad then he gave which as far as fathers fathers went this sure had plenty. With tears streaming down their faces they embraced each other tight in the end. The Lord works in mysterious ways my friends, his wonders to perform was all the Reverend had said upon seeing this thin face all lit up with glee. Needless to say, I wanted some of whatever the Reverend was drinking. Mysterious ways, my friends, mysterious indeed. And that was when the king grew upset over me and was partly enraged by a flea. It all started when he was down at the bar ordering a meal and whatever was tasty. When all at once in the light of his table his gaze happened to be distracted by a flea passing by. The Reverends wife would have said Jesus Christ of Nazareth to that and whoevers name was written down in the Lambs book of life. The problem though was there had not been made mention of a flea yet to date. I checked as had she on that score without a mention made of creeping crawling things being mainly those without wings. Not as of in the ways of the birds where those clean and unclean made contention besides which is why chicken was the only safe poultry option. She would have said not a thing escapes his attention herself later on. And that was the truth of the gospel at least according to me.