Gerome
# 2
GBE
2: Week #78 Numbers
Gerome
walked through the forest towards the river’s edge. There, the Lord’s family would fish and
picnic, wining and dining the young lady.
The village would rejoice at the Lordship’s nuptials. Many visitors would journey to the village
making the preceding days very profitable, indeed.
His
mind off thinking of the ladies ankles he might glimpse, as they wheeled and
danced. Their supple breasts pushing for
escape from the lace at their bodice, as they poured another flagon of wine.
A
loud crash brought his head upright.
Stepping into the brush at the side of the path, he peered about
him. Locating the cause of the noise, revealed it was
a.........caravan. Roughly eight wagons had made
a campsite in a grove of beechnut trees.
“Oh
no!” Gerome moaned. “Not the Gypsies! No, no, this will never do. Not now.
There are too many important things about to happen.” Gerome set himself in the direction with the
intent of bringing their stay to a swift close.
“Hail
hunchback!” A tall dark man with
flashing eyes smiled and waved to Gerome.
“Come join us for our breakfast.
We have been traveling far and would hear the stories of this
land.”
Moving
as quickly as his club foot would afford, Gerome made exceptionally quick
time. While the people of the caravan
were safely hidden, Gerome could feel their eyes upon him as he neared the
encampment. Moving to the fire pit, he
settled onto a log they had perched for just such a use.
“Tis
a cold morning for a lone traveler in the woods.” remarked the tall man. Gerome assumed he was the leader as he was
the first to acknowledge Gerome’s presence.
“I be Rudolph, King of the Gypsies!”
Rudolph’s dark mane was slung back into a ponytail reaching nearly his
waist. Over the top he wore a bright
multi-colored kerchief knotted at the back of his head. His gold hoop pronouncing to the world he had
traveled both by land and sea.
Gerome
nodded and accepted the steaming cup Rudolph extended towards him. The two men settled next to the fire, sizing
one another up. From near the middle of
the encampment shuffled a wizened old woman.
Her worn rose colored shawl wrapped around her head spread over her
weathered shoulders fluttered as she moved through the camp to stand at the
side of Gerome. “Who did this to you?”
She demanded waving her arm through the air gesturing to Gerome.
“I
was born this way; no one did anything to me.”
“So,
cursed at birth. Oh my, your family did
something to irritate one of the Fates.
But which one? Look at him,
Rudolph. Is he a number or a
letter?” Rudolph stared intently at
Gerome, who promptly turned a bright red. “With that lump on his back he is
either a 9 or a P. Or perhaps with the
lame foot dragging his leg he is an R? So, did his family insult Zenia who is
obsessed with letters? Or was it Nargrith
of numbers? Either way, this is a strong
curse to afflict him for so long. From
birth…mmm.” The old woman began to walk
around Germone looking more and more intently as she did.
“Mama,
can you correct his destiny?” Rudolph looking just as intently at Gerome furrowed his brows and
frowned.
Gerome
leapt to feet; with fists clenched he took a deep breath. Exhaling slowly, he looked from Rudolph to
the old woman. “You cannot stay here. His
Lordship is entertaining today by the river.
He is wooing his future bride. It
would be unseemly to have a band of Gypsies so close. It would be improper to allow you to
stay. You must pack up camp and be on
your way immediately. And I was BORN this way, there is no family
curse. There is nothing to be done. I have been poked and prodded by every known
physician in the land. There is nothing
to be done.” Gerome’s clenched and
unclenched his jaw.
Hearing
the loud threatening tones of Gerome’s voice, soon the whole encampment had
spilled out into the fire pit site.
Gerome was surrounded by the Gypsy family, some carrying weapons. No one said a word, just carefully watched
under hooded eyes.
“Go
ahead and leave, your Lordship and his Lady will not see us in the woods. We will not molest them. We will not sell them any of our wares. Preferably, we would travel to the village
where we might make a few transactions.
Then in two days time, when the moon is at its Crescent, you will
return. We have a destiny, you and
us. We must make amends, heal old
wounds, and atone for our family that we might find a place to call home.” Rudolph held his arm up, pointing the way to
the river.
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I am hooked on Gerome! so..then what??????
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