Chapter 5: cHAPTER fOUR: Blood Cloths

The cook and the gardener. Both had been serving the house for millenia. Both are victims of my granddaugther. Children, they are the most energetic thing in this world. They lack the laziness of a mongrel or the shame of a sinner. But they are rich playfullness that goes beyond annoyance. I weave, and that is where I am known for. I even weave on the skin of a bear who stood 15 ft tall, a pet of the goddess of carcass. The bearskin served as cloak against the harsh forests beyond our grey stone walls. On my journey to gather red tulip fruits, I was countlessly shot by arrows of steel and thorns; Auxirous. They hunted me until I lured them into a place I held my traps, crucifying them and called the black wings to feast on their flesh.