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Where the Thistle Grows
Pict by Time
Book 1
Mia Pride
© Copyright 2023 by Mia Pride
Text by Mia Pride
Cover by Dar Albert
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WHEN HER CELLPHONE buzzed from beside the cot where she lay staring at the canvas ceiling, Caitriona
was startled out of her wandering thoughts. Five hours had passed, and she’d still heard nothing.
Picking up her phone when it rang a second time, Caitriona saw Emilie’s name on her screen and
answered the call. “Hey, Em! What’s the news? Did you find bones?”
“Hey, Cait,” Emilie whispered. Wind crackled on the other side of the line as she spoke. “They
found bones right beneath the thistle… right where you said they would be. We’ve only uncovered the
skull so far. Unfortunately, high tide is coming, so we are clearing out for the day.”
Heart in her throat, Caitriona felt chills crawl up her body as she plopped onto the bed. They’d
found bones, and she’d missed it because she had lost control. “Great,” Caitriona said in a shaky
voice, her emotions too intense to conceal.
“I’m worried about you,” Emilie said in a breathy tone.
“I’m worried about me, as well.” Swallowing hard, Cait felt her heart rate kick up a notch with
excitement and fear. What was happening to her? She should jump on a plane and fly as far away from
this site as possible, but the visceral pull she felt toward that cave held her interest like a vise, and
there was no way she would leave until she had answers.
“Do they think it’s the Pictish king from the legend?” she asked, trying not to sound too interested,
yet there was no way Emilie, who was well aware of Caitriona’s overwhelming fascination with the
subject, would fall for feigned calmness.
“It’s too early to tell. It’s human bones in a cave, just like many others we have found. Most had
the heads removed, maybe due to sacrifices or some unknown tradition. Kings or royalty, as you
know, usually are found intact. We haven’t gotten that far, but finding the skull is already more than we
usually find. He also appears to have died violently, based on the skull’s condition.”
“Are you headed back to camp?”
“Yes, the team wants to celebrate. We all have a good feeling about this.” She paused, then asked,
“Cait, what happened down there?”
Part of Caitriona wanted to play it down like it was nothing, but Emilie knew better than that, and
she deserved the truth.
“I am honestly not sure, Em. Nothing like that has ever happened to me. The closer I got to the
cave, the more something took hold of me. It felt like there were bolts of electricity snapping in my
brain, and fuzzy images flashed in rapid succession—too fast for me to understand them. When I was
in that cave, seeing the carved symbols and kneeling on that ground, it was just like my dream—like I
had been there before.”
“Right,” Emilie said, trying to sound supportive, however Caitriona heard the uncertainty in her
friend’s tone. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Okay, bye.” Caitriona ended the call and sighed, plopped onto the cot, and rested her head
against her pillow. Until this second, she had been too full of anticipation about discovering an
ancient king’s remains to realize how exhausted she was. Her short time in the cave had sapped her
energy. Why did she feel so protective of whoever had lain in that ground for the past 1,400 years?
Were her dreams connected to this cave and this man? Or was it all a coincidence? Closing her eyes,
Caitriona let her body rest and her mind shut down, feeling the warmth of sleep take root. The team
would arrive soon, and Emilie would wake her to join them, no doubt. For now, sleep was calling to
her, luring her away after a physically and emotionally tumultuous day.
“Caitriona.” She heard her name drifting in the air, but it was distant, as if floating to her through a
tunnel separating her from whoever called her name. Sitting up in her cot, Caitriona rubbed her eyes
and looked around. Nothing except blackness surrounded her. A shiver ran through her, and cold
snaked across her flesh, making goosebumps erupt on her arms. Cait reached for her tool bag on the
nightstand, fumbling through the contents until she felt the cool, round metal of her flashlight’s handle.
Switching it on, she shone it around her tent, seeing Emilie sound asleep in the cot beside her.
How long had Caitriona slept, and why didn’t anyone wake her? “Emilie?” she whispered, but
her friend didn’t stir.
“Caitriona.” She heard her name spoken clearly behind her.
With a gasp, she turned and aimed the light near the opening to the tent, but nobody else was there.
Cait slipped on her boots, grabbed her phone off the nightstand, and swiped on her screen, squinting
at the clock. Five-thirty in the morning? Phone in one hand and flashlight in the other, Cait walked
toward the tent’s entrance, shoving aside the flap to peek into the darkness. The campfire was out, and
apparently, so was the entire team. Soggy grass crushed beneath her boots as she slowly stepped into
the night, the briny air nipping at her nose.
“Anyone here?” Someone had to be awake and calling her name. “Samuel?”
“Caitriona.” She yelped when she heard the hoarse whisper from just behind her, but when she
saw Sam, she sighed in relief.
“Is your head feeling better? We tried to wake you, but you were in a deep sleep, and we agreed
you needed the rest.”
“I’m feeling better, thank you,” she whispered. “I was exhausted. Usually, the smallest sound
wakes me up.”
“New time zones will do that to you. I’m glad you feel better. Low tide is approaching soon, and
the team will be waking to continue the dig.”
“Right. Was there a reason you called my name?”
“Because you called mine,” he replied, squinting at me through the glare of his flashlight.
“I awoke to you calling my name,” she insisted, frowning when his brow creased in confusion.
“I didn’t say your name until you called mine, Cait. Are… are you all right? You’ve been… on
edge.”
Warning bells went off in her head, sensing how close she was to being removed from this dig if
she didn’t pull herself together. “I’m fine. As you said, it’s a new time zone. That, mixed with new
flora, altitudes, and the excitement, must have gotten to me. Actually, I’m glad to be up a bit early
since I missed the action yesterday. I’d like to get a head start and get down to the shore if that’s okay
with you.”
Samuel hesitated and took a deep breath before nodding. “You are the one who located the k.
Emilie told me you had a feeling based on some of the symbols. You do impress me every day, Cait. If
you want to head down to see what we’ve uncovered, I won’t begrudge you that opportunity. I know
what this project means to you, and I imagine having to leave the cave before we dug up the skull
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donneront des secours immédiats aux blessés; enfin elles
prépareront à nos braves soldats la soupe et le café.
«Dans le corps de fonctionnaires militaires chargés de
l’administration et de la comptabilité de la guerre on pourrait, au
grand bénéfice de nos effectifs, substituer les femmes aux
hommes.
«Il faut que les sauvages Allemands qui veulent nous faire la
guerre sachent bien que derrière les hommes de France, ils
trouveront à la frontière les femmes prêtes à combattre, prêtes à
mourir pour garder à la patrie française sa gloire et son
intégralité.»
Hubertine Auclert.
H. Auclert.
C’est la loi sur la tutelle[9] qui pour exclure les femmes—hormis les
mères et les ascendantes—de la tutelle et des conseils de famille, n’hésite
pas à les classer avec les repris de justice et les fous.
C’est la loi humiliante qui, pour attestation civile verbale ou écrite,
assimile les femmes aux hommes imbéciles et aux hommes déchus de
leurs droits. Les femmes ne seront reçues à témoigner, ni dans un acte de
naissance, ni dans un acte de mariage, ni dans un acte de vente. Que dis-
je? Une femme n’est pas même admise à certifier l’identité d’une autre
femme pour la légalisation d’une signature[10].
Si les femmes avaient été présentes dans les assemblées législatives,
elles ne se seraient pas vu attribuer, en même temps que la qualification
de mineures, le plus de charges, le moins de droits.
Par affranchissement civil de la femme, en un mot, on entend
l’abrogation de toutes les lois d’exception qui dégagent les hommes des
responsabilités et chargent les femmes des plus lourds fardeaux.
Quels sont ceux qui peuvent abroger les lois iniques qui oppriment les
femmes dans la vie civile?
Ce sont les électeurs et les législateurs, c’est-à-dire, ceux-là seuls qui
font ou qui commandent de faire les lois. Voilà un point bien établi.
Maintenant, qu’est-ce que l’affranchissement politique de la femme?
C’est l’avènement de la femme au droit qui confère le pouvoir de faire
les lois, par soi-même si l’on est élu député, par délégation si l’on est
électeur.
Donc il est de toute évidence que le droit politique est pour la femme la
clef de voûte qui lui donnera tous les autres droits.
Quand les femmes pourront intervenir dans les affaires publiques, leur
premier soin sera de réprimer l’injuste législation. Leur premier acte sera
d’user du droit qu’elles auront de changer leur sort.
Mais tant que la femme n’a pas le pouvoir d’infirmer les lois qui
l’oppriment, sur qui compterait-elle pour le faire?
Sur l’homme?
Eh! c’est l’homme qui a établi les lois actuelles et ces lois ne le gênent
pas, bien au contraire. Elles lui donnent toutes facilités pour nous gêner.
Aussi, au lieu de supprimer ces lois qui rendent la femme esclave,
l’homme s’occupe d’en créer qui élargissent encore son horizon. Dans ce
pays où l’on compte dix-neuf millions de souverains—les hommes—et dix-
neuf millions et plus d’esclaves—les femmes—les réformes que les
hommes regardent comme essentielles sont des réformes qui leur
octroient de nouveaux privilèges.
Ceci fait, qu’il est hors de doute pour nous, que tant que la femme ne
possédera pas cette arme—le vote—elle subira le régime du droit
masculin. Tous ses efforts seront vains pour conquérir ses libertés civiles
et économiques.
Ce qu’il faut aux femmes pour s’affranchir de la tyrannie masculine—
faite loi—c’est la possession de leur part de souveraineté; c’est la qualité
de citoyenne française; c’est le bulletin de vote.
La femme citoyenne, c’est-à-dire la femme investie des plus hauts
droits sociaux, aura par la liberté, sa dignité rehaussée, par le sentiment
de sa responsabilité, son caractère augmenté.
La femme citoyenne se relèvera promptement de sa fâcheuse situation
économique. L’Etat et la législation ne l’inférioriseront plus. L’instruction de
la femme étant comme celle de l’homme essentiellement utilitaire, toutes
les carrières, toutes les professions lui seront accessibles, et, quelque soit
son travail, la femme ne le verra plus déprécié sous le prétexte ridicule
qu’il émane d’une femme.
La femme investie des plus hauts droits sociaux, la femme citoyenne
quintuplera l’efficacité de son influence maternelle; elle aura le pouvoir de
doter les générations d’une si grande hauteur de vues morales, que dans
les rapports humains, la fraternité se substituera à l’égoïsme, et dans la
société—l’harmonie—aux tiraillements actuels.
Tant que la femme n’aura pas le pouvoir d’intervenir partout où ses
intérêts sont en jeu pour les défendre, un changement dans la condition
politique ou économique de la société ne remédierait pas à son sort. Nous
pouvons appuyer cette allégation par des faits. Depuis un siècle, plusieurs
révolutions politiques ont eu lieu. Les femmes s’y sont plus ou moins
mêlées. Elles ont partagé les dangers de la bataille, mais elles n’ont eu de
la victoire ou de la défaite des opinions qui divisent les hommes, aucun
avantage.
Un changement de l’ordre social économique n’affranchirait pas la
femme, car bien que tous les jours la question économique soit résolue
pour un petit nombre de personnes, la condition de la femme est chez les
favorisés de la fortune, le lendemain, le même que la veille. Il y a en
France des femmes pauvres et des femmes millionnaires. Eh bien! les
femmes millionnaires sont soumises aux mêmes lois tyranniques que les
femmes pauvres. Toutes les femmes souffrent ou peuvent souffrir de la
législation actuelle.
Donc toutes les femmes de quelque opinion et de quelque condition
qu’elles soient, toutes les femmes sont intéressées à posséder le pouvoir
d’abroger les lois qui les infériorisent et les asservissent.
La puissance du vote
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