The old woman (older than Mischa was now, definitely) stood at his bedside when Moses awoke, leaning on what looked like a bamboo cane.
He pulled backwards immediately. She was still, her face unchanged, looking at him.
“Master wishes to see you after you have refreshed yourself.”
She turned and headed for the door.
“Wait!” Moses wanted to know, [...]
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Also tagged Berek Staines, Bress, Gorgon, Heracles, James Staines, Jesse King, Joshua King, Moses Lawd, Samson, Sara, Timothy
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Moses followed the older (the unknown to him) Mischa through the grounds of the King home.
Here and there lay the classic marks of the ages. Most were in disrepair. The hedge maze. The circle of standing stones. Column archways. Huge trees, stretching high and wide, even in death and dying.
As they approached the small [...]
“Go down, Moses. Way down to Egypt-land.”
Moses Lawd woke to the sound of his grandmother’s voice. Except joined with it were the voices of yesterday. They had dissipated slowly the night before, as he lay in bed, waiting for sleep to come.
The anticipation was there also, excitement in his veins as he pushed himself out [...]
The morning of Moses Lawd’s birthday brought with it the sun. Moses woke as it rose above the hills that lay to the west of his house.
Ritual: The prescribed order of a religious ceremony.
As Moses worshipped no greater power than his words, or his fears, his daily routine could well be called ritual. [...]
