Ma G's Saga, part 9 or The Book of Norndelites
A chill ran down Grace's back making her light green fur stand on end. The Shee Teacher was staring at her once more, and behind him Princess Trissy and Sir Das crowded in to do the same. She was scared, what were they going to do to her?
"Well how are you going to learn if she is of Royal Blood teacher", asked Sir Das.
"You certainly don't mean to kill her," exclaimed the princess.
"No, I don't mean to kill her, at least not yet, " replied the Shee Teacher. "We shall take her to one of our genetic labs and do some expriments on her." The Shee Teacher said this with a hint of evil in his voice, before he turned and walked to the the left wall.
He pushed a button on the wall, and then started to talk to it. Grace assumed it was some weird contraption the Shee used to call each other. With her acute hearing she could make out that he was asking somebody name Sir Ghoul to come to the hold room. She assumed that this must be the name for where she was being held.
He came back to where the students were and said, "Princess Trissy, Sir Das, you are to wait here for Sir Ghoul. I must take the other students to level four for their next class and will return when I am finished with them." He turned, and he and the rest of the Shee students left though the door in which they had come.
Sir Das remained silent until the last had left and the door was shut. Then looking at the Princess said, "what are we going to do? We can't let him expriment on her!"
"Of course we can't," stated the princess. "But what can the two of us do?"
"Princess Trissy! You are of the Royal Blood of the Shee! Your mother's our Queen for the god's sake, there has to be something you can do," Sir Das said with some impatience in his voice.
"You know she won't do anything! The Teacher has told her that this creature is dangerous to our people and she believes him! Anyway don't take that tone with me, you know she won't listen to anything I have to say in the matter. Or have you forgotten, I'm the idiot princess," she said obviously upset.
"Bless it Trissy! You aren't an idiot," stated Sir Das taking the princess'es hand to comfort her. "Why can't anyone else see that?"
"Oh Das, I know I'm not really an idiot," she said. "It's just been so easy to have them continue to see me this way after all this time. I should have made them see that I am just as smart as the rest of them. Then I might have been able to have convinced them to spare this poor creature!"
Sir Das could see the tear forming in the corner of the princess'es eyes. He held her hand tighter and said, "we'll figure out some way to save her, we just got to think how."
Grace looked at the two Shee. She was surprised, they were worried about her. They actually wanted to help her! She had trouble believing it, but there were actually good Shee, and they cared about the fate of one creature.
Suddenly the door to the holding room swung open. A tall, good looking young adult male Shee entered the room.
"Sir Ghoul" exclaimed Princess Trissy.
"Princess, Sir Das, greetings," said Sir Ghoul who stood very upright with a in charge type of attitude. "What's going on, why did my uncle summon me down here?
"It's the norndelite that they captured, haven't you heard about it," asked Sir Das.
"You have got to be kidding! There 'ain't no such animal', " Sir Ghoul said laughing at him.
"Look for yourself then," Sir Das said angriely, and stepped away from the cage which held Grace.
"My Gods! You're telling the truth," he exclaimed, his eyes wide open staring into the cage. Almost leering at her in his excitement.
"I just can't believe my eyes! A norndelite, and a green one to boot! But how, where in Albia did she come from," asked Sir Ghoul. "She must be some kind of throw back, but that's not soppose to be possible! What's my uncle planning on doing with her?"
"He's going to expriment on her," stated Princess Trissy with a bitter taste in her mouth.
"NO! We can't let that happen! I've been reading the secret texts that uncle is charge with caring for. We can't let him harm her. She may be the salavation of the norns! We can't let him have her! We've got to save her from him, we must do something," Sir Ghoul said with an urgency in his voice, almost panic like.
"Secret texts," asked Sir Das. "What in the world are you talking about?
"Don't be the idiot I'm suppose to be Das," said the princess. "Surely you've heard the story that our ancestors had the holy book of the norndelites and decided to keep it secret from future generations of the Shee!"
"I've heard something like that, but I never thought that story was true! Why would they want to keep that from us? If it exists, it's part of the history of Albia, it's something we should have been taught to us! Why wouldn't they let us know about it," Sir Das asked.
"Simple," replied Sir Ghoul slowly. "When our ancestors were ridding Albia of the norndelites, they saved their leader of them for last. They had known it had been to easy to lead the norndelites to their doom! They questioned the last norndelite endlessly as to why he would let his race meet it's end. Why they hadn't put up some sort of resistence. He wouldn't answer them, for two years he was kept locked him in a cage! For two years they never ceased to question him. Then one night when the two moons were at their fullest, they came to his cage. They found him there, sitting with a great book in his lap. They never did know where it came from or how he got it in his cage, but he was a Green Norndelite of Royal Blood so they believed he had simply summoned it. Anyway, he stood and handed it to the Shee who was teacher at that time. The norndelite uttered one sentence, 'beware, the Norn share inherit Albia'. Then as it was told to me by my uncle, it was as if he turned into a sand sculpture. Someone open the door to the holding room that he was kept in, and a breeze blew in and caught the norndelite up as so much dust and blew him away in a thousand tiny particles."
"Oh my lords', I've never heard that part of the story," exclaimed the princess.
"Of course you haven't, no one except the Ruler of the Shee and the keeper of the text know that part of the story" said Sir Ghoul. "Of course your mother the Queen knows it, and my uncle is charged with the book's safe keeping."
"If no one else but them is suppose to know it Sir Ghoul, how do you know." asked Sir Das.
"Because my uncle has chosen me to follow in his footsteps, why else do you think," asked Sir Ghoul irratated by the question.
"Well, then what's in the book that they don't want us to know about," asked the princess before the two Sirs started argueing.
"The book is of norndelite prophecies," replied Sir Ghoul. "It predicts many things, but what worried our ancestors was the predition of the fate of the Shee. It states that a time will come when our vanity will cause us to disappear from Albia! It states that the Norn and the Grendels will possess the whole world, with no Shee in it!"
"But how can that be? What's suppose to happen to us," questioned Princess Trissy with what sounded like a note of panic in her voice.
"Calm down Princess, the book doesn't tell what befalls us," Sir Ghoul says. "It just states that our vanity will cause us to be gone. The keepers of the book have been trying to figure out the puzzle for generations, none of them have as of yet."
"The Shee gone," Sir Das questioned. " and no one has any ideal what is to happen to us. How ironic, we destroy the norndelites to insure our place as rulers of this world only to have their mutated offspring to inherit it instead. I can see why our vanity will destroy us."
Grace peers at them from her cage. Listening to their conversation closely she can understand why the Shee would consider her a threat. After all, if what these three said was fact, it was her kind who may be the cause of their disapperence.
She stands up and looks at the three Shee, her movement grabs their attention and they turn to look at her, obviously startled to see her standing.
Staring into their eyes she can see that they are good beings. She makes a decision to speak to them, something she guessed that they didn't think she could do.
"The book does't say you will be destroyed! It just says you will no longer be here," Grace states in a strong but soft spoken voice.
"You can Talk!" the three Shee exclaim in unision.
"Of course I can talk," Grace said with a certain calmness in her voice....................
Or will they just be gone by and by...
And of the mystrious great goddess Slink,
could she hold that which is the link?
What of the Norn Collective...
Is there really a directive?
When you hear the Albia Riddles,
can you also hear the singing fiddles?
Where there is nosense,
there resides also common sense..........
Jessie Mother Hand