Unknown Dreams of Angelina

Chapter Five

Gog and Magog

The next day, as my grandfather and I sat at the breakfast table, I thought of what King Arthur would do if his subjects betrayed him. He was a fair king, and my grandfather's table looked liked the famous Round Table, he and his knights would sit at, and figure things out. And today I was 14-year old. And although the table was not as big as King Arthur's, it would do. I was born the year the disastrous fire of 1184 destroyed the Abbey buildings in the center of Town, where King Arthur was buried. At which time there were treasures being stored at the Abbey such as gold and silver vessels, and manuscripts were among the losses the priests wept about; everybody stealing from everyone else back then I guess.

But I had my own disaster to contend with; the people of Glastonbury would not believe me. If I told my grandpa it would kill him. But I had silver in my pocket, nine pieces of silver, and I had a plan. King Richard would be proud of me.

"Are you going to eat your bread," asked my grandfather, smiling at me.

"Oh grandpa-pa, sure, I'm dreaming of my hero who will come some day and take me by the hand and... I mean find me and take me to...," I hesitated, "I don't wish to ever leave Avalon, or Glastonbury. I guess they are both the same. I loved the Abbey, for it was built about 500 years before I was born, but I didn't care for the Abbey Barn anymore. I liked King Arthur's grave site.

"I must go grandpa-pa, but I want to stay another night here if I can. If mom comes down please tell her I want to stay. I will go home tomorrow."

Henry

I then left the little house and ventured down to see Henry, a hunter and seller of furs. When I got to the end of the village, he was skinning a fox.

"Henry," I called.

"Yes, little Angelina. What can I do for you?" he said, putting down his carving tools.

"I want to buy a furious Wolf."

"What?" he said in surprise.

"A wolf, I have nine pieces of silver."

He looked at me strange, and then caught sight of my silver.

"I want to buy the wolf, and free him at the same time, but first I want a cage for him, so I can teach him to be gentle."

Henry looked at me with strange eyes, "Five will do," he said, trying not to cheat me. I quickly ran home, took my grandpa's horse and ran back with the horse to Henry's house and got my wolf, which was all of four feet tall from the ground to his shoulders; and his shoulders were two feet wide; he looked like a mean little horse, no, no, he looked worse, --as mean looking as the devil himself,-- just what I wanted.

"Now feed him as soon as you get him home, Angelina." Henry said with a serious voice; adding, "I put a rope around his mouth so he can not harm you, but wolfs are very dangerous."

I assured him I would be careful. And he put the wolf on the back of my horse and cart; tying one front leg up with a piece of rope so he could not jump on me or run away.

Chapter Six

The Inn

That afternoon I went down to the Inn where the huge one was resting in his room and the tall thin one was downstairs drinking. When I walked through the Inn doors, the soldiers looked at me strangely. It was early morning and the Inn, I think, had not been opened more than an hour or two, for there were only about seven guests; I think they were thinking I was going to say something, but I simply smiled.

They were boasting about their exploits of the war; how the Islamic-mercenaries, called the assassins, some kind of Islamic sect, murdered their victims, while high on opium. I had heard about them from other people. They followed some leader called "The Old Man of the Mountain" [Sinan]. I guess they would do anything, kill themselves [suicide] so they could kill their enemies to please this person. They would fling themselves into their targets, that being other soldiers, the enemy. They were boasting how they killed several of them. They called them terrorists; that they came from Persia, Iraq, Egypt.

I noticed the tall thin knight that raped me standing by the wine barrow talking to some ugly woman, I noticed from the corner of his eye, he was watching me; maybe even a little embarrassed to be with such a hog. I think he was wondering what I was about to say.

He was thinking how to shame me if I say something about what he did to me, that was running wild in my mind, but I was not here for him, not yet. His time would come. But let him think what he will, I am telling myself, all the better, but he must think good things at the end of his thinking. So I must plant seeds, and harvest them later; yes, I will see him later.

"Where is your huge friend," I inquired, still smiling and trying to be as cheerful as one could be. It almost felt good to pretend, knowing in my mind this was not the end, only the beginning. It's a funny thing to know what you are going to do, and the other person does not. How he is going to die, is what I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't, "All in good time," my mother always says to me, and she is a very wise woman, and so I shall follow that wisdom.

"He's in his room," replied the thin man.

"I have a message for him from your young friend."

"Just go upstairs and knock on the third door, he'll let you in, and who knows what else." He started laughing as he did in the barn. I simply put my eyes down as if to let him know I was his servant if need be.

The Inn keeper looked at the tall knight strangely and myself. He couldn't put two-and-two together, but he knew something was up, as they say, fishy. I tried to look pleasant. I think the bar keep was worried for me for his eyes followed me as I went up the wooden stairs; I could hear each step I took, the wood makes noise you know, I have never quite noticed that before; but when you have a plan, everything around you, you notice. I was now holding on to the railing to guide me the rest of the way.

When I reached the top, about 20 stairs high, I quickly went to his room not looking down at the Inn keeper or the customers anymore, I didn't want them to tell me to come back down, I wanted to see this huge one first, face him, and let him know, what I wanted, but not my secret.

I knocked on the door, then like out of the fog a voice told me to come in: --a rough-harsh voice, one that was quieter than the one I heard in the barn. As I entered he was laying in bed, it was his voice though, and grandpa never sounds the same when he is laying down, as he does when he is standing. The huge one's voice came out again, more pronounced, now as he looked at me his voice turned into the one that almost broke my spine; the one that stole my life first, then gave me to the other two as if I was but a bag of sugar, a gift of his to give as he will to whom he will. I wanted to cry run out of that room, but I told my brain, "Stay, stay, staaa...," and so I did. And put on that smile again.

"Oh, it is you little girlie, WHAT DO YOU WANT!! Didn't you get enough yesterday?"

He did not need to say that I thought it was not called for. I am a little girl yet, why does he toy with me like that, and want to use me as a woman. Why did he not say, 'What do you want little woman," for is not that what he expected of me. Oh well, you got to talk to him now.

"Sir, your young friend has been making love to me all night, and has since met another girl and will be back in a few days. He told me to tell you."

The huge soldier was examining my body again, as if he would like to jump from that bed and grab me, and do those things again,--rape me all over again. No, not me, I will not give him the second chance; he would try I'm sure if I got too close to him.

"Ok, so you told me little girlie, now what?"

"I like you better than the other two, can we meet at the big yew tree by the Tor tonight. I will bring some wine, and you can make love to me again, but only you; I want to learn how to do it better so when I grow up I will please my husband. I will be old enough to marry in a year or so."

"Marry, marry who, not me you little..." He stopped I think he was thinking he would not get what he wanted that way.

"I guess that is a good reason, you like it and want to learn more. Wine you say?"

"Yesterday was very hard on me. But if it is just you, I can endure it. I really liked it from you."

He smiled, as if he was a king, a big fat head with whiskers, and sunken eyes like a voucher. He was in his glory, rolling off his bed like a fat pig, and then he asked, "What time?"

He was now staring at me, as if he was already making love to me; how I dare say love, I mean sticking that snake into me. I think he wants me now, but I think he is too vulnerable, and the door is slightly open, too many people will know, so if he tries to grab me now the bar keep will hear. Just what I want, by the time he gets to me this evening; he will be running wild, and blind with "want", that is to want to rape me again. Then I will do my plan, and as my grandfather told me -as all good soldiers would do,--that is, charge the castle wall right where it is most vulnerable, so shall I"in my own way of course.

I was happy I had left the door open for a quick escape, thinking he will not dare try and rape me here. He is not brave enough, he is a coward, and cowards hide and do these things such as raping and abusing people that are weaker than them, and they do not do those things unless they have the advantage, and do not like exposing their morbid behavior while others are watching. They want others to think they are big and brave. Maybe he ran from the enemy.

King Richard would not do such a thing, nor would his knights. He should be punished. If only King Richard was here he would listen to me, but he is not. And I have proven to myself I have his heart, the lion heart. That is why they call him that I think. He loves to fight, but only to save people and free them.

"When the moon first comes out, which would make it about 7:00 PM; I will be waiting by the big trees for you."

"Sure, that sounds just right, make sure you bring the wine my little winch."

He started mumbling something, I didn't want to listen and so I left with the promise he would be there, that was good enough.

I quickly ran down the stairs and back into the center of the Inn, asked the bar keep to sell me a bottle of wine for my grandpa. He looked a little surprised, for grandpa usually got his own wine, but I had gotten it for him before, I think twice, and so it wasn't completely out of place for me to ask.

"How's doing your grandpa little Angelina?" Said the bar keeper.

I didn't answer him right away; --I was looking at the tall thin man, who asked me:

"You find what you were looking for little whatever?" He said.

"Yes sir, I did. I gave him a message from your young friend."

For a moment he was looking strange at me, but that seemed to calm him down. And his friend would tell him he was going to meet me, and the news about his young friend.

The Inn keeper hesitated, but pulled a bottle of flowery-lightly sweetens white wine from under his table; it was a big bottle, and I had to carry it with both hands.

"This is the kind your grandpa likes; tell him I said hi, he hasn't been around for a long time."

I nodded my head I really did not want to get into a conversation with him, not now.

It cost one piece of silver, and then I ran to the horse and cart, and put the wine in the back of the cart wrapping it with some cloth I had, so it wouldn't break. Now I needed to see the herb maker.