DAILY NEWS FROM MAMLAKAT KALAHARI 15 June 2016
(http://mykalahariblogaddress.blogspot.com)
((and see dara's video! https://youtu.be/EtOflO7KktA))
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ELUNED AP MEURIG DELIGHTS KALAHARI WITH HER STORYTELLING!
WONDROUS TALE OF THE MERMAID AND THE FISHERMAN!
ALL KALAHARI IS CAPTIVATED BY THE SLAVE'S LOVELY AND ELEGANT WORDS!
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The beautiful Eluned ap Meurig of Cymru, slave of Lady Louise Kingbe, held the Kalahari audience spellbound with her wondrous words and delightfully simple style.
The presentation was so moving, that I have printed it below in its full glory.
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THE FISHERMAN AND THE MERMAID
Pergrin was a fisherman who lived in the village of Pembrokshire by the sea. Every day, rain or shine, he went out in his boat for the catch of the day.
Pergrin loved the sea when it was still, quiet, and blue for then it was his good friend, gentle and generous. It would let his small boat slip over the mirrored surface and fill his nets with oceanic bounty.
Pergrin loved the sea when it was churned into froth by storms, dark and wild. Though it was his enemy trying to drag him under it was an exciting enemy to fight. Naturally there were days when he was not sure his boat would sail back into the harbor, and he would have been far from the first fisherman of his village to find his final rest at on the bottom of the sea. A fisherman's calling is often a dangerous one, working with and battling against Old Man Sea.
There was a day when the seas were friendly and he rowed far out to sea, hardly able to spot land on the horizon any longer. He cast his nets and waited to see what would be ensnared as he bit into a good Welsh pasty. His luck as of late had been poor. Few fish had been caught in his nets and his pockets were emptying of coin quickly.
But aha! A heavy weight in his nets! Fortune favors the bold! "Oh me, oh my! What a fine catch have I!" he sang out to himself as he hauled them in. Heaving and struggling, he finally looked upon his catch and what did meet him there in the tangle of nets but a fair woman's face? Our lad Pergrin was a lonely man without a wife, so he rarely got to see such loveliness. She had a full lips and a cute little chin, with pale blonde hair draping down to her feet. Thick ropes of pearls hung from her slender neck.
She was wrapped from the waist down in thick sheets of seaweed, and his fingers reached out to touch her when her eyes suddenly opened and she took one sharp gasp of air. Her eyes were bright green, the same color as the kelp. He helped her out of the nets, and as he did so the kelp slid off her, revealing scales and a fishtail where you would expect to see two shapely legs.
"Well well..." said he, over and over again. Surely he could sell a mermaid for quite a grand sum, for he had never heard of any fisherman finding one in his nets. On the other hand, she was bigger and heavier than anything he'd caught before. He wondered also if he should treat her like he would any other rare catch. After all, she was only half a fish, and what to do about the half of her that was a woman?
As he pondered this problem, the mermaid spoke. Her voice was like the sounds you hear when you put a shell to your ear, like the waves and calls of sea-birds on the wind. Her voice was of the sea, but her words were those of the land, the same language he spoke. She spoke slowly and softly these words her mouth rarely if ever shaped. "Please kind sir!" Her green eyes filled with tears as salty as the waters she called home. "Please good kind sir, let me return to the waters. Let me go home. I would die on dry land just the same as anything else you catch in your net." She reached out to him with her delicate white hands, each finger tipped with nails the pink of seashells.
Pergrin had a kind heart and was distressed to see her pleading with him. He had only been thinking of the acclaim of his fellow villagers when he brought in such a rare catch, and the money he would surely get for selling her. He stopped now to weigh the options.
"Kind sir, you need not row back to land with nothing. Take with you one of my strings of pearls. You can sell it instead of my body." She forced a charming smile through her tears as she bargained. "And as a sign of my deep gratitude I will grant you a favor. Should you ever be in danger at sea, I will cry out to you three times to warn you to return to your harbor. Please, kind sir?"
She needn't have added the favor, for our lad was a sucker for a pretty face. A string of pearls would be much easier to sell than a mermaid, and he wouldn't have her death to weigh on him. He had already made up his mind. He patted her gently on the head with his rough hands. "Of course I'll let you go home. I'm just sorry to have caused tears to fall from those eyes of yours." He lifted her in his arms, a task not easily accomplished given how slick and damp she was still. Then off she went, swimming as quickly as her fins would take her. Too late he remembered the promised pearls, and cursed his own forgetfulness.
That night as he pulled into harbor and sorted through his meager catch of fish he found the promised rope of pearls, twisted around a cod. Perhaps he hadn't been as much of a fool as he thought? He sold it for a prince's ransom, those pearls the size of ripe cherries.
Many months later, he rowed out into a calm sea. The sun was bright and only a light breeze blew. As he sat and daydreamed, he thought he heard a whisper. "Pergrin... Pergrin...." He looked around, but there were no other vessels to be seen around. Oh, but surely it was just a figment of his imagination!
Louder still the second time he heard, "Pergrin, Pergrin!" A woman's voice, sweet and musical, but where had he heard it before? Then he remembered the mermaid and the favor she had thrown in to sweeten the deal. His eyes scanned the horizon, but there was nary a dark cloud in the sky. Perhaps she was just mistaken?
"Pergrin! Pergrin!" she called out, loudest yet this third time. He looked down into the waters, but he could not see her anywhere. Was he going mad from the heat of summer? What a fool he would look to come back early with empty nets, claiming the warning of a mermaid as his only reason. Surely everyone would just laugh at him. "Forget your nets, there is little time. This storm will sweep in before you know it. Hurry Pergrin! There will not be a fourth warning."
No doubt about it now. He tried to pull in his nets, but found them to be caught on something, perhaps a coral reef. He tossed the loose end into the water and rowed back to his safe harbor as quickly as his strong arms would row. When he looked over his shoulder he saw the angry clouds of a summer squall, lightning flashing down where he had been when he heard the mermaid's call.
The waters began to twist and turn beneath him. He struggled on, desperate to not let Old Man Sea win this time. This was the worst he had ever seen in a storm, and it took all his might to row away from it. As he pulled into his dock, he dropped down exhausted as soon as he feet were on dry land. Pergrin whispered out, "Thank you, little one. Thank you for keeping your promise."
On the wind, he thought he heard, "Goodbye, Pergrin. Goodbye, goodbye!" He was never quite sure if he heard her voice that last time, or if it were in his dreams.
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The various members of the Kingdom and guests: King Hassan Ibn Trrrol, Empress Hatsuka, Princess Nathalie, Lady Louise Kingbe, Minister Afraa al Abid, and various slaves reacted in a variety of ways, but all were deeply moved by this powerful presentation, and by acclamation, declared that Eluned must return again and again to tell her tales.
The King, enjoying the feast prepared by slave Nada, and numerous bottles of Ka-la-na, and being a gracious host, summoned Palace Slaves dara and Nada to dance for the assembled guests, in particular, for the radiant Empress Hatsuka. dara and Nada displayed their usual graceful and sensual moves, which caused the King to ask the Empress of the dance tradition in the Wakiyo Empire. Soon, it was agreed, the Empress and one of her subjects would bring the magic of the Mai to Kalahari next Wednesday!
And so, the feast ended on a note of delighted satisfaction and eager anticipation.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND A COMING EVENT---STORYTELLING TAVERN NIGHT
Wednesday, 22 June 2016, 12:30 PM SLT
Empress Hatsuka herself, along with one of her subjects, will perform the traditional dance of her Empire.
Mai is traditionally performed in Japanese rooms instead of on the stage. It was highly influenced by the Noh Drama. A variation of the Mai style of Japanese dance is the Kyomai or Kyoto Style Dance. Kyomai developed in the 17th century Tokugawa cultural period. It is heavily influenced by the elegance and sophistication of the manners often associated with the Imperial Court in Kyoto.
We look forward to the rich culture that the Empress brings us, especially since it is in the art of the dance, for which Kalahari is renowned.
All are invited!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Afraa al Abid
Kalahari Herald
(http://mykalahariblogaddress.blogspot.com)
((and see dara's video! https://youtu.be/EtOflO7KktA))
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ELUNED AP MEURIG DELIGHTS KALAHARI WITH HER STORYTELLING!
WONDROUS TALE OF THE MERMAID AND THE FISHERMAN!
ALL KALAHARI IS CAPTIVATED BY THE SLAVE'S LOVELY AND ELEGANT WORDS!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The beautiful Eluned ap Meurig of Cymru, slave of Lady Louise Kingbe, held the Kalahari audience spellbound with her wondrous words and delightfully simple style.
The presentation was so moving, that I have printed it below in its full glory.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE FISHERMAN AND THE MERMAID
Pergrin was a fisherman who lived in the village of Pembrokshire by the sea. Every day, rain or shine, he went out in his boat for the catch of the day.
Pergrin loved the sea when it was still, quiet, and blue for then it was his good friend, gentle and generous. It would let his small boat slip over the mirrored surface and fill his nets with oceanic bounty.
Pergrin loved the sea when it was churned into froth by storms, dark and wild. Though it was his enemy trying to drag him under it was an exciting enemy to fight. Naturally there were days when he was not sure his boat would sail back into the harbor, and he would have been far from the first fisherman of his village to find his final rest at on the bottom of the sea. A fisherman's calling is often a dangerous one, working with and battling against Old Man Sea.
There was a day when the seas were friendly and he rowed far out to sea, hardly able to spot land on the horizon any longer. He cast his nets and waited to see what would be ensnared as he bit into a good Welsh pasty. His luck as of late had been poor. Few fish had been caught in his nets and his pockets were emptying of coin quickly.
But aha! A heavy weight in his nets! Fortune favors the bold! "Oh me, oh my! What a fine catch have I!" he sang out to himself as he hauled them in. Heaving and struggling, he finally looked upon his catch and what did meet him there in the tangle of nets but a fair woman's face? Our lad Pergrin was a lonely man without a wife, so he rarely got to see such loveliness. She had a full lips and a cute little chin, with pale blonde hair draping down to her feet. Thick ropes of pearls hung from her slender neck.
She was wrapped from the waist down in thick sheets of seaweed, and his fingers reached out to touch her when her eyes suddenly opened and she took one sharp gasp of air. Her eyes were bright green, the same color as the kelp. He helped her out of the nets, and as he did so the kelp slid off her, revealing scales and a fishtail where you would expect to see two shapely legs.
"Well well..." said he, over and over again. Surely he could sell a mermaid for quite a grand sum, for he had never heard of any fisherman finding one in his nets. On the other hand, she was bigger and heavier than anything he'd caught before. He wondered also if he should treat her like he would any other rare catch. After all, she was only half a fish, and what to do about the half of her that was a woman?
As he pondered this problem, the mermaid spoke. Her voice was like the sounds you hear when you put a shell to your ear, like the waves and calls of sea-birds on the wind. Her voice was of the sea, but her words were those of the land, the same language he spoke. She spoke slowly and softly these words her mouth rarely if ever shaped. "Please kind sir!" Her green eyes filled with tears as salty as the waters she called home. "Please good kind sir, let me return to the waters. Let me go home. I would die on dry land just the same as anything else you catch in your net." She reached out to him with her delicate white hands, each finger tipped with nails the pink of seashells.
Pergrin had a kind heart and was distressed to see her pleading with him. He had only been thinking of the acclaim of his fellow villagers when he brought in such a rare catch, and the money he would surely get for selling her. He stopped now to weigh the options.
"Kind sir, you need not row back to land with nothing. Take with you one of my strings of pearls. You can sell it instead of my body." She forced a charming smile through her tears as she bargained. "And as a sign of my deep gratitude I will grant you a favor. Should you ever be in danger at sea, I will cry out to you three times to warn you to return to your harbor. Please, kind sir?"
She needn't have added the favor, for our lad was a sucker for a pretty face. A string of pearls would be much easier to sell than a mermaid, and he wouldn't have her death to weigh on him. He had already made up his mind. He patted her gently on the head with his rough hands. "Of course I'll let you go home. I'm just sorry to have caused tears to fall from those eyes of yours." He lifted her in his arms, a task not easily accomplished given how slick and damp she was still. Then off she went, swimming as quickly as her fins would take her. Too late he remembered the promised pearls, and cursed his own forgetfulness.
That night as he pulled into harbor and sorted through his meager catch of fish he found the promised rope of pearls, twisted around a cod. Perhaps he hadn't been as much of a fool as he thought? He sold it for a prince's ransom, those pearls the size of ripe cherries.
Many months later, he rowed out into a calm sea. The sun was bright and only a light breeze blew. As he sat and daydreamed, he thought he heard a whisper. "Pergrin... Pergrin...." He looked around, but there were no other vessels to be seen around. Oh, but surely it was just a figment of his imagination!
Louder still the second time he heard, "Pergrin, Pergrin!" A woman's voice, sweet and musical, but where had he heard it before? Then he remembered the mermaid and the favor she had thrown in to sweeten the deal. His eyes scanned the horizon, but there was nary a dark cloud in the sky. Perhaps she was just mistaken?
"Pergrin! Pergrin!" she called out, loudest yet this third time. He looked down into the waters, but he could not see her anywhere. Was he going mad from the heat of summer? What a fool he would look to come back early with empty nets, claiming the warning of a mermaid as his only reason. Surely everyone would just laugh at him. "Forget your nets, there is little time. This storm will sweep in before you know it. Hurry Pergrin! There will not be a fourth warning."
No doubt about it now. He tried to pull in his nets, but found them to be caught on something, perhaps a coral reef. He tossed the loose end into the water and rowed back to his safe harbor as quickly as his strong arms would row. When he looked over his shoulder he saw the angry clouds of a summer squall, lightning flashing down where he had been when he heard the mermaid's call.
The waters began to twist and turn beneath him. He struggled on, desperate to not let Old Man Sea win this time. This was the worst he had ever seen in a storm, and it took all his might to row away from it. As he pulled into his dock, he dropped down exhausted as soon as he feet were on dry land. Pergrin whispered out, "Thank you, little one. Thank you for keeping your promise."
On the wind, he thought he heard, "Goodbye, Pergrin. Goodbye, goodbye!" He was never quite sure if he heard her voice that last time, or if it were in his dreams.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The various members of the Kingdom and guests: King Hassan Ibn Trrrol, Empress Hatsuka, Princess Nathalie, Lady Louise Kingbe, Minister Afraa al Abid, and various slaves reacted in a variety of ways, but all were deeply moved by this powerful presentation, and by acclamation, declared that Eluned must return again and again to tell her tales.
The King, enjoying the feast prepared by slave Nada, and numerous bottles of Ka-la-na, and being a gracious host, summoned Palace Slaves dara and Nada to dance for the assembled guests, in particular, for the radiant Empress Hatsuka. dara and Nada displayed their usual graceful and sensual moves, which caused the King to ask the Empress of the dance tradition in the Wakiyo Empire. Soon, it was agreed, the Empress and one of her subjects would bring the magic of the Mai to Kalahari next Wednesday!
And so, the feast ended on a note of delighted satisfaction and eager anticipation.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND A COMING EVENT---STORYTELLING TAVERN NIGHT
Wednesday, 22 June 2016, 12:30 PM SLT
Empress Hatsuka herself, along with one of her subjects, will perform the traditional dance of her Empire.
Mai is traditionally performed in Japanese rooms instead of on the stage. It was highly influenced by the Noh Drama. A variation of the Mai style of Japanese dance is the Kyomai or Kyoto Style Dance. Kyomai developed in the 17th century Tokugawa cultural period. It is heavily influenced by the elegance and sophistication of the manners often associated with the Imperial Court in Kyoto.
We look forward to the rich culture that the Empress brings us, especially since it is in the art of the dance, for which Kalahari is renowned.
All are invited!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Afraa al Abid
Kalahari Herald
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