Make hay while the sun shines
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estdeus_innobisMid-afternoon of Tuesday, 29th June
The Abbey
It's a bright warm day, and the church, my church, rings with the sound of a community in song. Every pew is filled, and there are even people standing at the back of the church and spilling onto the porch, leaning into the doorway to hear Ash's words, and singing out familiar hymns of summer and farmwork through the stone of the church and out into the bright air. Some of our farmers - I know them all by name, John Hale, Jasper Thornton, Lucille Cliff, Alex Brown, their dreams familiar to me as neighbours - bring a bale of new hay to the altar in offering, and my throat is tight.
Please, I pray. Please let their prayers be granted. May I still be able to do some good.
It's strange, to be able to feel such joy and such grief at once. I have such pride in my people, and such helpless frustration at what I have become.
The service ends, and everyone goes into the fresh air. Tonight they will dance together at the new hall, kick up tired heels and shake out aching muscles into new, pleasanter aches of dancing and socialising and celebrating after hard labour. For now, our community here has moved tables out from the dining hall into the yard, and the congregation has brought pies and cider to share. Children run giggling between the tables, hay in their hair, and I laugh looking at them, and feel a terrible tender pain in my heart, wanting them to be as safe as this always.
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The Abbey
It's a bright warm day, and the church, my church, rings with the sound of a community in song. Every pew is filled, and there are even people standing at the back of the church and spilling onto the porch, leaning into the doorway to hear Ash's words, and singing out familiar hymns of summer and farmwork through the stone of the church and out into the bright air. Some of our farmers - I know them all by name, John Hale, Jasper Thornton, Lucille Cliff, Alex Brown, their dreams familiar to me as neighbours - bring a bale of new hay to the altar in offering, and my throat is tight.
Please, I pray. Please let their prayers be granted. May I still be able to do some good.
It's strange, to be able to feel such joy and such grief at once. I have such pride in my people, and such helpless frustration at what I have become.
The service ends, and everyone goes into the fresh air. Tonight they will dance together at the new hall, kick up tired heels and shake out aching muscles into new, pleasanter aches of dancing and socialising and celebrating after hard labour. For now, our community here has moved tables out from the dining hall into the yard, and the congregation has brought pies and cider to share. Children run giggling between the tables, hay in their hair, and I laugh looking at them, and feel a terrible tender pain in my heart, wanting them to be as safe as this always.
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Date: 2012-03-25 09:58 pm (UTC)Well, I suppose if I had never really cared---
"What you did, I mean."
Oh, right. That.
"It doesn't have too, I suppose." But, what's the fun in that? Smile, but it's more to myself. "Boss him around, tie him up, make him do your bidding." Kiddie stuff, but I am guessing it's more Jane's speed. Now I am wondering if Dorian would have enjoyed some time down in the basement... pity we never got to find out.
"As long as I'm myself in clothes he chooses,"
"You should be yourself in whatever your wearing. But as I said, he does have good taste..." Chuckle a little, but my lightness for the day is gone. Too many heavy thoughts.
"Wonder if Rose has managed to charm the whole Abbey yet?"
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Date: 2012-03-26 07:34 am (UTC)Wanda mentions Rose, and I look around for the baby. Surely it's time she had a nap. I stand up, smoothing my tunic. I should be getting home. "I'll see you tomorrow," I tell Wanda. "I'm looking forward to those scones."
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Date: 2012-03-28 12:22 am (UTC)"I'll see you tomorrow, I'm looking forward to those scones."
"Tea and scones and lunch. You got it." I nod back and wave as she moves away. Look around and see Noma chatting with Deputy Hollow, and Rose settled happily between them. I probably should go and collect her...
in a minute.