THE GINGER SCROLLS – PART 2 THE DEPARTURE CONTINUED……
You can read Part 1 here
Friend,
I remain nameless but deign not to remain silent. For my people, a gentle friendly Volk with arms outstretched in friendship for all they come across, remain afloat on their small lard hair vessels, tormented by the loss of their lands and kin.
But lo! Just as our tragedy told, seemed to beckon all hope to the shadowy leather bucket of Norsglkiadrtothonotom we received message in form of salvation from great Lord Protector. Galleothon.
Once a mighty warrior who challenged evil to a mime war and boldly saw evil from the door when he did his smiley face, Great Galleothon protector of our beliefs and spirits in times good as well as those tainted by sadness and despair had come to us. The incant of Galleothon was heard across the heavens in the defence and protection of his people;
We fall grim destiny
Locked upon a baleful wind
That draws us toward a future unknown
Oh Land! Oh ice and snow
What befalls us cannot stay
We shall weep but we vow to return one day
A promise made is a lie denied
Krol climbed the mast of his boat and bade us to listen to his warbling message. He took blood from his wrists and scrawled in a proud fist upon the spider’s web sail that sought the winds solace for our benefit. By his luck he wrote in a smallish hand stemming blood loss but those of us with eyesight weak had to squint mightily to read the tiny words.
We are free
Doubt not your heart
We can see
No end but a start
We sail to Deep South
For have no doubt
Galleothon will guide us well
Away from this cruel swell
To calmer water
That is free of slaughter
And on we sailed, for once the steel of cold sadness tempered by the thought of new homes and fates with land for us to till in return for our friendship and fealty. Each day we forged further, Mother Sun would appear for longer time, her warmth on our faces and her kindness rekindling our spirits.
The land of the Notalots beckoned……
To be continued….
