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Mark Maker #20

Posted: August 4, 2013 in Uncategorized
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After a time we too climb the hill, pass through a forested path and come upon a hut set in a clearing on the other side of the hill. It has a view of the ocean. I can hear the waves crashing and I shudder. I will slit my own throat rather than go onto that merciless element again. The sun is high in the sky as we approach a turf roofed hut and outbuildings. Ring Man makes me stay and he calls out to the house in his strange tongue. Another man appears at the doorway, a dark-haired younger version of Ring Man. His eyes openly glare at me and run up and down my body as if to say, “This is her!” We walk up to him. Ring man points at him and says: “Valdr” He turns to me and holding his hand on his chest says: “Asmundr.” I catch his blue eyes and deliberately look away as I don’t understand. He repeats the introductions. I repeat the names and he nods, seeming pleased. Then he points at me. I give him the word that means I can walk on the earth’s sods again, “Isla.” He looks at me and smiles again and says, “Isla.” I nod now too and smile at the deception. It is better he does not know who I am. It is better no one here knows. Then I might be safe.
I am prepared for his sexual attention as soon as I enter the hut and see furs heaped on the bed platform. I have learnt these months not to struggle. Fryth fared worse than me because they liked her dark hair better. He goes instead to the fire pit and lifts a rabbit roasting there on a stick and pulls off a hindquarter and hands it to me. The juices drip down my chin as the sweet hot meat fills my mouth. I sit on the bed platform. Valdr is creeping around like a ghost and Asmundr is throwing chests and pails, milk pots and boxes from the floor into a corner. I cannot believe they have not attacked me already. I begin to cry, great sobbing, heaving cries of relief and frustration and loneliness.
(c) 2013 Amundr