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Vanora Week 3
Vanora Week 3
Vanora quickly slid the heavy iron latch on the door. She
against the door, she heard the woman’s hissing voice call
match for a woman who could move the earth with her
fingers and, not wanting to find out what “or else” meant, she
The old hag stormed right in, shoving Vanora to the side
left it. It’ll do.” She continued mumbling what were now
unintelligible hissing sounds. She nodded and sucked her
The old hag shook the dampness off her skirt. She then
kicked off her boots lined in fox fur and reached down to
ignite the fire that had gone out—the fire that Vanora’s father
big toes sported tufts of coarse hairs that didn’t stop but ran
skeletal, looked like she was either very sick or starving. She
was nothing like the women in the village, who were robust
time, for they were heavy. She placed them near the old hag
them into the fire. She grabbed a poker then stopped. She
threw the poker to the side and instead moved her hands in
afraid the old hag could hear it, but the old hag, with her
here.” Vanora felt her legs weak, she felt she was going to
“We need food to help our belly. What yer waitin’ for? Get
goin’!”
and herbs from a pot that hung from a hob in the fireplace.
Vanora and her father ate simple and filling foods. They had
greens and herbs from a small garden and fresh water from
house gave them milk that they used to make cheese and
The old hag ate in silence. She heard the woman chew
her meal on the plate untouched. The old hag left no morsel
on her plate. She ran her fingers around its rim and sucked
in her life.
After the meal the woman sat watching the fire and
last thing she wanted was for the old hag to wake up and
looking for Crow. She felt the wind come in softly, bringing
closer, and closer, and then Vanora heard it: “She’s back.
wall and centered was the bed, carved of dark wood. On top
her father, but he’d been gone too long. Where did he go?
She was sure Crow, who could fly long distances, and his
cousins the ravens, who could soar very high up in the skies,
would have news of her father. But she mulled over . . . why
such a delay? She wiped a tear away with her forearm. She
felt scared and alone. Her life had turned dark and ugly.
the shutters.
“Hello, Milady” said Crow, bowing his head. That always
stay— .”
didn’t shiver like people, but his entire body would change to
a silvery black and he’d make a flicking sound with his tail.
Crow brought news not of her father but of the old hag. He
Ulliac . . . . Now go rest and I’ll keep watch. Just leave the
window a crack open in case I have to fly out.” She did what
was told as she wiped away one more tear. Minutes later
foxgloves and the blue little sheep’s bits that grew by the
cliff, and the pink, blue, mauve little milkwort flowers. She
was the fairies who used them for making soap. She dreamt
for Vanora.
Milady, I sense the old hag is coming.” With that he took off
flying.
ran through her. She’d locked her door, but she couldn’t tell
what the old hag would do. Pretending to sleep, with one eye
half closed, Vanora saw mist crawl under the door. The door
the woman wouldn’t know Crow had been in. The woman
the ocean had risen above the cliff to slap her face—but who
dared to slap its queen? The hag swiped her hand across
her face and cursed. Vanora remained still, her eyes shut
tight.
bed. She stood fixing her gaze on her. She then muttered,
bed. She turned her eyes to the door that remained locked
from the inside. It was true . . . the old hag was—the mere
entire village had talked about for so long, and now she was
back. Vanora felt the world closing in, and she had no one to
help her.
staircase. She found the fire with fresh logs, but there was
no sign of the old hag. Vanora rushed through the back door,
All had remained the same: the cow was chewing her cud,
them.
amount.
She returned to the kitchen and boiled the egg, then ate
its stalls. She brought her shawl around her head and
the mornings there were usually raucous calls from the birds
a bill the color of black onyx. His talons were covered with
shiny soft skin, unlike those scaly feet of other birds. At times
his talons dug a bit too deep into Vanora’s skin, making her
shriek in pain.
“Shush, Milady,” said Crow, dismissing her pain. “Let
destroy those who sent her away when she was once young
she had blinded a powerful wizard who had eyes the color of
Crow leaned his head and whispered into her ear, “People
know who she is and they’re scared. And as for the few
brought the bad weather, and the sea has turned violent and
around the fish stalls. She imagined the old hag sitting in her
shorter and shorter. Her legs felt like lead. She bit her dried
The old woman lifted her head and frowned at the sight of
that finger with its gnarled joints. She knew of that pointed
the woman to speak. “Girl, take the fifsih from the creel and
dagger went swiftly through the air and landed a foot away
pull the sharp dagger from the ground and began diligently
to clean the fish. She ran the dagger from the fish’s tail to the
head, removing the scales. Her hands bled when they ran
and bloody fingers. Her body ached, for she’d cleaned a full
“Yer dinner, girl. Go and cook it,” she said as she threw a
was mindful to keep away from the cliffs that for many had
steps.
Inside the cottage the fire was going, silence reigned in.
and left the pot by the fire for the woman to serve herself.
She then ran up to her room where she found Crow waiting
by the window.
“Milady, Seasel is waiting for us tonight, and he has
before.
Inside the room, the old hag moved around in an
underbelly feather.
she neared her bed. Suddenly the old hag’s head jerked
back in disgust. She spun around and left in a hurry. This left
the room? She had not let out any stinking breezer.
Vanora didn’t know how long she’d waited for the signal
that came with the wind carrying the sound of a flute. Crow
the door to slide off the lock, but the door wouldn’t open. She
the two began the long hike up the mountain to old Seasel’s
not been for the fat moon’s shaft of light filtering through a
days since the time the old hag had taken his place.
grunted.
thin. His hair, like liquid silver, shone from the light of the fire.
this head.
himself.
vengeful than ever to finish off those who cast her away.”
what I’m about to tell you . . . .” Seasel wetted his lips and
powerful witch who reigned over the sea of Citairda and the
beautiful and could turn Ornice into ashes if she wanted to,
but this woman was too high and mighty to deal with a
hair was like a golden sun, and her eyes the blue of the sky,
and her skin as fair as ivory. Fridora was filled with gaiety.
She played the flute and the harp and danced like no other
maiden. She was the king’s favorite, and she was chosen to
from a faraway land. Her power she drew from the sea. She
ruled fearlessly, taking what she wanted from mortals,
wizards, kings, and the like. Everyone who looked into her
dreamy green feline-like eyes fell under her spell. Ornice felt
The sparks from the fire enveloped the entire room in soft
stoop down? And how could Old Seasel, a lone and blind
keep the forged iron wick holders lit on the walls? Then she
noticed how everything seemed different upon entering the
spicy flavor. Her eyes went to the fireplace, where she saw
of the figwort plant. She’d once heard the villagers talk about
this plant having protective powers from evil . . . but why did
Seasel took a long sip from his cup. “As I was saying,” he
there lived a powerful wizard who was in love with Ulliac and
whom Ornice wanted for herself. You see, child, she, Ornice,
was capricious, and what she wanted she took and no one
of all the lands to ask for advice to deal with Ornice. The
nodded a yes.
her arms hung to her sides with her hands folded into fists.
but all she heard were whispers. Then she heard Seasel
“My dear child, now you know who that old hag is. As for
why she came to your house, it’s better that you don’t have
trickery or threat—.”
ground behind her. Her eyes grew bigger when she saw that
the trees and plants that anchored their way were huddling