To celebrate the launch of this FIRST EDITION of a self-published pamphlet containing all 11 poems in the Complete Collection of BALADIN’S DREAM and OTHER TALES by edenbray, along with full Authors Notes, I am offering a signed, printed hard-copy for just £5 inc. post/packing for orders within the United Kingdom and £6.50 inc. shipping for orders outside the UK ~ This is a limited time offer!
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TO Celebrate the occasion I am re-posting all eleven parts – Today it is BALADIN’S DREAM ~ Part X – NATREANA
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and OTHER TALES
BALADIN’S DREAM ~ X
Authors Note ~
Another Tale of Baladin, whom we have met before and this an unlisted Tale. There were originally 9 Numbered Tales, plus an obituary to Baladin the Wolfmaster ~ to be found in this publication and each is a mythology and a fantasy. For Baladin is a seer, a prophet and a storyteller regál with a memory near old as the wind or the tide and as such he travelled with the wisest counsel.
So to this extra, lost Tale regarding the fair Natreana and her lover Eberus ~ a Tale so similar in points of interest to those found in a much earlier and longer piece entitled ~ ‘Concerning Andriose and Methuen’ ~ that in the stakes of this mythology it has led many to consider whether those truths current in both these Tales are sufficient to warrant they speak of a lost Daughter somewhere in Baladin’s forgotten past that he longed to speak of despite some great sadness that preventeth him so to do. Now the Long ships have since departed and taken our Regal Storyteller far away aboard the Hringhorni on the journey from which there is no return.
Forsooth then dear reader may likely thank ye for the works of Tolkien, Lewis, Aesop, the Bard himself, the Greeks, the Norsks, the Romans & great Moses’ Book itself, from whence all such imaginations run and none find better! ~ edenbraytoday
a lost tale of Baladin
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Eberus, a tall, lithe warrior dressed in fur and dusted by the plains of Maraballa, knelt and looked far beyond the deep purple hills of Sysophola.
His heart was heavier than the cargo of a sea barge drifting on the Aratteus after a months hunting and trawling for pescuth…
He viewed the herd of Atruscean antelope that carried such rich, dark meat, little fat & fetched good bounty at the Gerder market each first day.
Natreana had not spoken to him for six days now and this after they had shared that special moment while he visited – carrying forest truffles.
He nursed the knife her jagged eye lodged in his open heart, the wound where only torn emotion and passion lie side by side.
When they were joined by thought and imagination he knew her heart raced with his and by now he were chasing the insolent deer.
Who grazed on autumn coloured grasses, trimmed, and so languid as Eberus who contemplated turning his dagger inward to end his mire.
Why is love the hardest, the slowest and the most painful night while it also causeth the step to quicken, the countenance to lighten and a smile?
For these thoughts the deer were now left to tripping, gambling, running and to breathing free as the night prussian and dark fell upon them.
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thanks for listening …