“The
path to ones truth is sometimes fraught, but always worth it.”
There
was once a noblewoman who thought she had everything in life (and who
knows, maybe she did). Why, she was beautiful and because of this she
was well thought of, married a rich man of high standing.
One
day she heard that visiting her town was an old wise woman. Although
she was wise she was poor and lowly, living only off what other
people gave her, and because of this it was frowned on to visit her.
Despite
this, the noblewoman visited her one day as she gave a talk to the
towns people. At the end of the old woman's speech the noblewoman put
up her hand and spoke. “I have heard all that you say, but I don't
understand how one such as you can have all the answers when you have
nothing. Look at me; I have a husband who loves me; I have wealth
(more than I know what to do with) and am adored for my beauty, and
loved by all. Surely I
have
all the answers.”
The
old woman pondered this and then said, “No, not yet you don't…
but you will, soon.” And the crowd dispersed leaving the noblewoman
and her friends puzzled, but in good cheer none the less.
As
they departed the noblewoman felt a stirring in her stomach and
tingling over her face, as if she had been stung by a nettle but
she
slept soundly that night thinking no more of it.
The
next morning the mirror brought forth the face of a complete
stranger. Where once was a maiden, beautiful and fair now showed a
drawn and haggard face; the features on one side drooped as if it
was
wax melted by a candle flame.
She
tried to scream but only an unholy moan escaped her formless lips.
The housemaids that came to seek the source of distress turned and
fled in horror at the intruder who sat at their mistresses bedside
table now.
The
husband, who was made of sterner stuff -as men were back then- could
not bare to be seen near her. He called for a physic but not even
letting or leaching could cure her. She could not even communicate to
him, barely able to make anything more than a grunt or groan now.
But
her husband did not want to know, for in truth he had been unfaithful
to her for a long time and now he had the excuse that he'd been
looking for. Having
heard of his wife meeting the old woman (despite
it being frowned upon)
he
accused her of trafficking with the Devil. As the evidence was so
obvious and there were no other reasons why she could be so cursed,
he divorced her easily leaving her with no money or means.
Her
church, which she had always kowtowed to, banished her, not only for
trafficking with the Devil, but for being divorced as well and
her
friends paid her no heed; so she was ostracised; banished
to the far woods where no one would see her again.
And
so she stayed for many years.
Life
was hard, but not impossible. In everything she did she surprised
herself and found herself capable of more things that she had ever
dreamt of. Always she had let her husband tell her things, do things
for her and always they had been wrong. (back then it had mattered
not for they had been so rich) But now she realised that she was wise
in her own way.
She
was resourceful and carved a new life for herself. She taught herself
to talk again by listening to the sounds of the animals and birds;
taught herself how to weave by the birds and their nests and taught
herself to prepare food by learning what berries and roots were safe
and good to eat.
She
had no money but soon her weaving became known and people travelled
far and bartered with her; and whilst she wove for them they would
speak to her and ask her many questions. She would reply and explain
the ways of the wood to them
and the people would leave warmer but also wiser as well.
And
soon the people came just to hear her speak and she thought nothing
of it.
One
day the old woman visited her and smiled when the once noblewoman
asked her about the cryptic comment she had made last time they had
met.
“You
thought that you had everything back then.” The old woman spoke.
“Wealth, beauty.. you thought you had it all. What did you really
have?”
“Nothing.”
“So
what did you lose then?” The old woman asked.
“Nothing.”
“And
yet despite having nothing now you
are the one people travel miles to hear. Now you
are the one with answers.”
But
the story does not end there. Fate is full of quirks and twists and
turns.
And
just as things seemed happy ever after for the nobleman, her once
husband, he soon realised what he had let go in divorcing such a
woman.
Then
news travelled to him of the wise woman who spun tales as intricate
as the weaves in her hand, that lived in the farthest reaches of the
wood, and he knew it was his once love.
And
he
knew that she would be his once again.
So
imagine his disappointment when she refused him; not once, not twice
but three times.
Not
for the riches; not
for the beauty -for medicine could now cure her supposed ills- and
not
for the social standing.
“What
need have I for riches?” She
explained.
“I have all I could ever need and more. Are we not all beautiful,
especially to those who do not judge? And whilst I
sit
here
with nothing people come to me from miles around for advice. Advice?
All I can tell them is the ways of the wood
yet they leave content with that. What more could I ask for?”
The
once-husband, faced with something far beyond his ken was distraught.
“But my love,” he said, anguished, “I don't understand how you
can be like this. I have it all and am offering it to you on a golden
platter. I don't understand at all.”
“No.
You don't understand it.” The once betrothed replied. “..yet.”
And
she smiled knowingly. “But you will. Soon.”
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