Lafayette
Man of Artistic Fingers
Chapter 1
The Calling
The Calling
It was spring again in Emerald Valley and with it came the aromas of pine, oak, and cedar and the flora surround them. With the aromas came the caroling of robins, sparrows and wrens. However, Tayanna wasn’t enthralled by aromas or melodies as she nibbled on a batch of sugar berries.
“Green, green, that’s all I see! Are there no reds, blues, or pinks in Emerald Valley?” inquired Tayanna, brushing back her brown-hair to herself. Continuing to gaze out of her window, she quietly asked herself, “Where is the glory in green? There is no glory in Emerald Valley.”
“Are ya day dreamin’ again, Tay?” asked a cheerful baritone.
Tayanna turned her head to see the sparkling blue eyes of John Planter, a local orchard grower. As was his habit, he was delivering a box of fruits at her open door.
“I was counting the greens of Emerald Valley. This time, I counted twenty-four. It’s interesting the way the dew makes the grass and leaves sparkle. They’re like jewels, they’re like like …”
“Like emeralds,” laughed the short burly man sitting a wooden box of fruit on the kitchen floor.
“Yes, like emeralds,” groused Tayanna. Then she paused, “I wonder if there are any places that sparkle like sapphires or diamonds?”
“Why do ya wonder that?”
“Because sapphires and diamonds have glory and emeralds don’t.”
“My father told me long ago that everything has glory. The stars have glory. Birds have glory, flowers have glory, and even dying trees have glory.”
“Everything, but me,” groused Tayanna.
“Tay, that’s not true.” retorted John. “You’re one of the prettiest women in Emerald Valley.”
For an eye blink moment she glared at John. “I’m not talking about fair maiden glory. Besides that, I’m fat.”
“Nahh, yer not,” grinned John. “You’re what’s called pleasing plump.”
Tayanna rolled her brown eyes and sighed, “I’m talking about the glory of importance.”
“But you are important, very important,” sputtered John. “How can you say that? You’re a mage healer. You heal a lot of folk, me included. You’re the best mage healer we’ve had in many a moon.”
“Thanks, John,” said Tayanna, trying to smile. “I know I’m good, I’m very, very good, but the truth is any competent mage healer can do what I do. If I can’t do something else that no one else can do, then I have no glory.”
John scratched his head, “I’m just a simple orchard grower, there’s no glory in that, but I’m happy. You’re a very good mage healer, why can’t you be happy with that?”
“Because, I can do better, but I’m not,” replied Tayanna with a touch of ire. “My father often said, Not to do better when you can is sin and shame. Not doing better is bringing shame to my father’s name. My brother brought glory to father’s name, I am not.”
Then Tayanna turned to the open window again and quietly asked, “John, did I ever tell you what happens to old healers?”
“No.”
“They end up very poor and often homeless, wandering, and plying their trade for mere coppers,” replied Tayanna.
“That’s very sad,” said John.
“But, that’s not the worst of it,” added Tayanna. “Many including the peasantry regard them as mere witches. I can’t bear the thought.”
“Then marry me,” said John. “I won’t let you die penniless.”
Tayanna turned toward John and rolled her eyes, “John, I’ve known you since childhood and I know you’re a wonderful man, but I’ve told you before we’re two opposites of a coin to buy happiness.” Then she softly asked, “How is your uncle with his gout?”
“He’s fine. Ya should know that,” sighed John. “And so are the babies ya delivered to Mrs. Swan last week. You are changing the subject. I believe what you’re saying, but there’s something else that’s gnawing at you. Speak to me, Tayanna.”
Tayanna smiled a sad smile while reaching out stroking John’s balding head, “I’ve already told you John, but you only listen with your ears. I’m stuck here.”
Straining to think, John was about to answer when they both heard, “Jay! Jay!”
Eyes went toward the open windowsill and there prancing with self-importance was a cat size blue jay.
“Hello, Thirstan, what brings you here?” inquired Tayanna, smiling.
“The High Mage desires your attendance,” answered the blue jay bobbing his head.
“Oh really,” replied Tayanna, “whatever for?”
“He did not say,” came a quiet, but melodious answer.
Tayanna’s umber brown brows frowned. “Hmm. When does he desire my presence?”
“Today, at sun high.”
“Today! So soon? Oh dear, and I was planning on doing some gardening for some herbs.” Tayanna then sighed, “Oh well, when the High Mage calls one must answer. Tell Master Gahn I will be there.”
“Thirstan wants a cracker! Thirstan wants a cracker!”
Tayanna smiled, “Of course, Thirstan wants a cracker. How else is he going to remain handsome? What will it be for today, cinnamon or honey?”
“Cinnamon cinnamon.”
John laughed at hearing the blue jay’s eager reply, “Well,” he said scratching his head, “It looks like ya gonna be busy. It’s best I be goin’. By the way, there’s a fresh batch of sugar berries with da fruit. I’ll see ya later Tay.”
“Thank you, John,” answered Tayanna. “My craving appreciates that which reminds me. There is a bottle of blue berry cider I made for you on the table.”
“Thanks, Tay,” said John eagerly grabbing the bottle. “Like I said before, ya make a good wife.”