He was a man of solemn air with white long hair and a beard. His emerald green eyes revealed the inner peace of a knowledgeable and polished soul full of wisdom and compassion.
She walked closer to greet the Druid and thought of hiding herself behind her royal demeanor and to offer him only her distant self. However, at the exact moment she looked into his eyes, she felt drawn to his aura of immense empathy; all her inhibitions, her royal distance vanished as if she had never had them and finding herself instantly at ease. So transparent were his eyes that she offered him her full sight in return… the way she really was without her shields. Moments passed without an exchange of words; a silence of intimate depth... as the queen began to recall the purpose of her trip she broke down in tears.
He took her hands and said in a soft calming voice “you came to me in great doubts and fears; I am here to help you, we must talk your majesty…”
Note: The fields of barley location was inspired from a song
"Fields of Gold” by Sting (Gordon Sumner)
featured in 'Ten Summoner's Tales' album 1993.
“Oh, how do you know all this?” the Queen asked in a surprised yet calm voice. “There is very little I don’t know, my Queen. My connections go far and deep, it is from this network that I learn the best and worst from all of you. Your disappearance from your Queendom, the luring and the spell the witch of prejudice over you, your convenient captivity and location, were never a mystery to me.” …
“Why did you not come to my rescue?”, the queen intervened.
“The most compelling reason is that, albeit your captivity, the witch has allowed you to maintain a very reasonable life that eventually protected you from devastating blows you suffered in your Queendom. I knew your royal duties obliged you to act in a stately fashion all the time forcing you to hide your real feeling simply to maintain appearances; the witch came at a proper time and the move was welcomed by you – I had no reason to interfere. She offered you a shelter and you willingly moved to hide your soul.
Had once embarked your life
In joy brought life thrice more
Gale a storm so strong a squall
Gusts like furry it took its toll
Broken course stood no bearing
In pain for years you sailed alone
A salty sea dissolved your sorrow
A busking pirate-troubadour staged
Scores like music strings his poems,
Words as chords with tender tones
Strumming songs to soothe your heart
With words, love brings your life in tune
Turning rocks, your efforts planted
Words like wine a pirate serves
Drink you yearn his love sincere
Thirst and pain your labor cost you
Words swallow hard to trust be real
Slumbered love you forced to rest
In fear its course can hurt
Words you drink with reason’s past
Taste dreams for delusion certain
Word you drink with heart to last
Taste dreams and in love be certain
Is how you drink and wish you taste
The pirate pours his drink to savor
Tide, wind, stars his ship to sail
Shores his heart, his words, his soul
“The second reason why I did not help you gain your freedom has to do with the witch. She has been my rival for hundreds of years; my most dangerous adversary. I dare not challenge her another time unless I have a winning formula to defeat her. I have lost on eight occasions and each time I lost, it cost me a life! This is my eighth life and I do not have another one to spare; if I die trying I will be gone until kingdom comes!
I am sure that as we speak the witch is torturing the brave pirate, trying to find out of your whereabouts, she is relentless and her methods debilitate the strongest wills, at the end all succumb to her malevolent manipulations. We must act fast and take advantage of all our resources, the pirate, his crew, the fairies, elves, you and I; believe me we will have to work together. Here is my plan…”