When the burgeoning force of spring meets the ardent heat of
summer, our dazzling maid comes into being, to fill the lusting void with the
heady perfume of feminine wiles.
Bursting forth, her willowing figure is formed from nine types of blossom
- meadowsweet, broom, cockle, bean, nettle, chestnut, primrose, oak and the
hawthorn that grow wild across the unsuspecting land. Woven together by trickster hands, life
breathed into her by kingly whims, her birth is as wild woman and her beauty all
the more treacherous.
So she, whose destiny is undreamt of marriage, is born a
companion to he who cannot take human wife, nor die so easily as man. For him a blossoming woman made from verdant
nature into unnatural ardour, untamed, with her own mind and desires. Thus the story unfurls its buds into
emerging tragedy, for always is free will temptation filled.
Child as she is of lascivious Beltane, her red heart soon
beats deep for a vital young warrior, as youthful and as tempestuous as
she. A potent mix of ingredients, for
lovers entwined tie themselves in bonds of foolish acts, driven mad with
longing. Together they plot to steal the life of unwary unwanted husband.
Pretty pleading discovers the secret of death and hunter
wields the spear forged over thirteen moons to fell their prey, seeming
dead. But what mystery unfolds when
shape-shifter appears: wounded Eagle flying high to the magical Tree of
Life.
How unjust a punishment then when fragrant Face of Flowers is
transformed. Her innate power born of
spring days and summer dances, now stilled to abide only in the darkness of the
long, silent hours.
Now beware all, that bitter owl who cries in the night...
Now beware all, that bitter owl who cries in the night...
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