#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Banchō Sarayashiki (Sumika POV): Post 42
#Wss366 Quarry #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

The woman examined the crow carefully, then nodded. "If your tsukai speaks the truth, I will release my quarry. Now, tell me the rest of the story. The crow says you are not done."

There isn't much more, and I'm sorry to have to relate it. Okiku couldn’t rest. The grudge she bore was so great that she haunted the well as an onryō, loudly counting the plates at night. When she reached the last and missing tenth plate, she screamed so horribly that anyone who heard it was said to go mad.

Eventually, a priest came, and as she reached nine, he shouted “Ten!” dispelling her.

“That’s it,” I said. “I think I’ve mixed different versions together, but the stories are similar in how Okiku meets her end and how she haunts the castle.”

“And the Lord?” the witch asked.

“The tales vary, but most agree he escaped unpunished,” I said. “It’s very unfair.”

“In tatters, in tatters. His honor was in tatters,” Airisu cawed.

The woman nodded, but remained silent. Then, with a sigh, she dished out a stew of grain and wild greens. Then, finally, said, “I doubt such a trick would dispel a grudge-bound spirit, but let us eat while I consider.”

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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Banchō Sarayashiki (Sumika POV): Post 41
#Wss366 Cable #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

I hated to resume the story. The romance I sensed between the witch and Okiku should have had a happy ending, but only tragedy lay ahead. I pretended to sip my tea, now grown cold, and then began again:

“All would have been well for Okiku,” I continued, “if Aoyama had been content with that. But instead, he devised a plan to trap the maiden. When she was away, he hid one of the ten plates.”

When he called for them to be shown to him, Okiku was horrified to find only nine. She counted them over and over, but no matter how many times she did this, the tenth plate was always missing.

It was a sorrowful maiden who presented the remaining plates to Aoyama, for she knew the penalty for losing a plate was to be beheaded.

Instead of anger, the lord’s face bore a crafty look. His expression soon turned to rage when she declined his offer of “clemency.” That fury blossomed, turning into a beating, and finally, when she still refused him, he dragged her into the courtyard and hung her over a well.

“This is your last chance,” he raged. “Who are you to refuse me?” She met his demands with silence.

Infuriated, he dunked her into the well, nearly drowning her. When even that failed to break Okiku’s determination, with one final slash, Lord Aoyama severed the rope, and she plummeted to her death.

The witch held up her hand for me to stop; her face had grown grim. With a shaky hand, she poured more tea and threw grain for my familiar. When she’d calmed herself, she spoke. “It is as I feared. She acquitted herself well to the end. A vine #cable could not have been stronger than her honor. No shame will ever be attached to her name. Alas, if I were younger, I would avenge this slight. If her betrothed fails in his duty, then I’ll haunt both him and Aoyama.”

I trembled. This was not why I had come. Instead of rescuing Okiku, I was only bringing tragedy. The ghosts threatened to multiply. I looked pleadingly at Airisu and mouthed, “Do I have to finish my tale?”

“Go on,” she cawed. “The rest is sorrowful enough, but there is no need for the good lady to stain her karma with it. The taint lies upon the house of Aoyama. Even dead at the bottom of a well, Okiku’s name endured unclouded—besides, we’re here to rescue her!”

With these last words, Airisu fluffed up her feathers and strutted across the floor. At a less solemn time, I would have laughed.

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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 103 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus

#Wss366 Stream #TimeTravelAuthors 05/27. Wednesday POST-SIZED snippet (optional word: clever/smart)

While waiting for Emily to return, I reviewed what I knew about twelfth-century Christianity, particularly Byzantine and Coptic traditions. It took far less time than I would have preferred.

After exhausting my knowledge of Eastern Orthodox faiths, I sat back and enjoyed the evening breeze #streaming in off the veranda. The faint mix of citrus and blooming flowers was relaxing, and I fell into a reverie.

I could see Emily grimacing as she lost a trick at pinochle or laughing as she beat me at cards. It was the same smile she would flash when I snuck her a tidbit of food in a restaurant. Her smiles were generous. There was nothing shy about them, with a boldness that was unafraid to break into a grin or a grimace. She was a #clever woman, quick with snark or a witty comeback. Except for that hint of jealousy I’d seen, she made a great travel companion.

I was lost in those thoughts until she returned with news.

“The girl’s name is Zoe, and she’s quite taken with you. She even picked some white flowers for you. She swears she saw you walk through the courtyard wall, a miracle. The tutor has tried to dissuade her from this, but she insists. She calls you a saint and says she wants to be a nun. She has a bit of spirit, that one. The father seemed tolerant but not thrilled by this.”

She paused.

“….”

“There was brief talk of you being a demon, and even though they haven’t mentioned the mask, they have noticed and wonder what it signifies.”

“It’s good that you signed yourself and prayed to the icon of the Theotokos. That, along with your ‘saintly’ carriage, has convinced them to accept you as a foreign pilgrim blessed by the saints. The mother compared you to a desert hermit who is too pious to show their face. If you’re careful, you may carry it off.”

“I see,” I said. “Overall, that’s good. Let me adjust this mask to be more humble.” So saying, I roughened the mask, obliterating the smile and other embellishments; leaving only the crown of thorns.

Emily nodded and then suddenly said, “Oh, and they are planning to fete you. Sometimes I wish I had a material body like yours.”

“I’ll get you a doggy bag,” I said as she finished up.

“Charming.”

It was my turn to laugh. Her wrinkled nose was so cute.

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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Banchō Sarayashiki (Sumika POV): Post 40
#Wss366 Wilt #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

“I will do my best, Holy One,” I said. “There are many versions of the tale, and I don’t know which one is correct.”

The witch sat across from me. The firelight reflected on her face, giving it a deceptive ruddy glow, even though I knew she was very sick. Airisu had stopped pecking at the grain and was looking between us intently. I was pleased that she hadn’t said anything rude so far.

“So, she is well remembered,” the woman said. “Tell whichever version you please.”

“I’m sure to mix the stories up,” I said.

The witch coughed and waved her hand dismissively, so I took heart and began.

In Himeji Castle, there was a beautiful lady-in-waiting named Okiku. It was her duty to care for a precious set of ten plates. This was a great honor, showing her breeding and how much her lord, Aoyama, valued her. But the lord’s feelings didn’t end there. He lusted after her and wished to make her his concubine.

Okiku #wilted under his attentions and refused his many advances, spurning both offered rewards and threatened punishments, for she was betrothed to a samurai named Takesune and remained faithful to him.

I stopped, first looking at the woman and then at Airisu, and asked, “How am I doing?”

Airisu made a funny, unbird-like gesture that resembled a shrug. I'd need to reward her later for keeping silent as I had directed.

For her part, the witch said, “Good enough. Okiku was fonder of me than of any man." A gentle smile stole over her face, and her eyes grew distant. "But she had been promised, and no pleading would turn her from the path laid before her. We were as husband and wife in all but name, yet she had her duties and I mine. How then would Lord Aoyama ensnare her?”

A cough interrupted the witch’s speech. Wiping her lips, she said, “Continue.”

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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 102 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus

#Wss366 head #TimeTravelAuthors 05/25 Something pretty/beautiful in your story

I breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed onto a cushioned bench.

Emily entered the guest room right behind me. She gave me one look and burst into laughter, something I didn’t appreciate. I had been sweating bullets for the last few minutes, dreading they’d accuse me of being a heretic, fraud, or a Frankish spy.

“St. Bijou,” she chuckled. “Protect his charge’s virtue!”

“Don’t laugh. I nearly died when I crossed myself the wrong way. This is hard!”

“You did?”

“It should have been right-to-left. That's how the Byzantines do it. And I almost faltered when he said 'Theotokos.' At first, I didn’t know what he meant. It means 'Mother of God' or 'Virgin Mary.'" I gestured toward a #beautiful icon of the saint in one corner, complete with its golden halo and attendant lamp.

“Yes, Professor Bijou. Right-to-left.”

If she hadn’t been a ghost, I would've thrown a cushion at her. Instead, I said, “These things matter. Wars have been fought over less. I’d skip this whole thing, except we need a guide to St. George’s Shrine. Oh heck! Why don’t you scout while I wash up?”

For a second, she looked as if she were going to say something, then nodded her #head and departed.

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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 101: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus

#Wss366 vouch #TimeTravelAuthors 05/23. Saturday excerpt (optional word: rescue/save)

When we reached the top of the stairs, the scholar gestured to the left and stopped in front of a door. “The Delphinas’ are charitable. I must, however, look after my charge’s virtue. Do you have someone who can #vouch for you?”

“There is a monk at St. George’s Shrine,” I said. “I don’t know his name, but he can speak for me. And of course…” I reached into my robe and was relieved to feel a parchment I had just manifested. “A letter of introduction,” I said.

I proffered the missive to the man, and he glanced at it before returning it.

“I am humbly grateful for your master’s hospitality and will impose as little as possible,” I said. “I must leave tonight for the shrine. As Christ is my witness, you don’t need to worry about my bringing harm to the household.”

“You are a Frank?” The implications of the question hung in the air.

I touched a strand of blond hair that had escaped my cowl. “I am. There is a small community of us in Marseilles.”

“Then you are lucky to come so close to hearing the true word. Better an Egyptian Christian than a Latin. The Franks are Christians, but have strayed far; barbarians. Pray that Theotokos will guide your path to the full truth.”

“I will, brother, and that you may be #saved.”

With those sparring words between individuals of divergent faiths, we parted. My story had held up.

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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Okiku (Airisu POV): Post 39
#Wss366 blaze #TimeTravelAuthors What ever

The two women sipped their drinks while I looked around. I had hoped to find vermin in the bedding, but nothing moved there. The miko kept an exceptionally clean place for a hermit.

“Your tsukai seems hungry,” the woman said. She reached into a bag and scattered a little millet among the pine needles.

I eyed her first, then the grain warily. She made no move toward her offering. Instead, she returned her focus to Sumika. Seeing it was safe, I hopped down and began pecking at the kernels that had fallen farthest from her, all the while keeping watch.

I jumped when she coughed again, then resumed eating.

The fire #blazed as a new leaf went into the flames.

“Holy one, I have something that might help,” Mistress said, removing the antibiotics from her sleeves. “These will cure you of most diseases.”

The shaman made a polite gesture of refusal. “Unlike Han Wu, I do not long for immortality. I am but a carp in a wheel rut. It dries, and my karma is upon me.”

The woman was neither melodramatic nor mournful; she was simply stating facts. Even Sumika picked up on the finality of her tone. Mistress held out the pills for a moment longer, then she put them away.

“But there is something you can do for me before I voyage on the Yellow River,” the elder witch said. “Free my lover from the bonds of the world, and I will pass you my power.”

Sumika sat bolt upright, the cup in her hand falling to the ground. “I–I don’t… can’t kill someone. I came to save them.”

“Could it be? Have you come for my Okiku?”

I stopped pecking at the grain and listened. “Okiku? How had the two of them divined each other’s purpose?” Regardless of how, it was a convenient “coincidence.”

“Yes, I came for Okiku,” Mistress said. “To save her.”

“Then I’ll rest easier,” the elder woman said. “Like the mountain pheasant, though we will sleep on opposite sides of the pass; I will know that she still enjoys the dawn. Now, tell me what you know of Okiku, and then I will help you.”

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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Okiku (Airisu POV): Post 38
#Wss366 color #TimeTravelAuthors 05/21. Do characters meet any relatives when they time travel?

The fog had lifted, and we found ourselves on a narrow mountain path. The moon now hung over pines growing along the bottom of a cliff face. In their shadows, a lean-to of boughs stood between the trees. It was from this rude dwelling that the firelight and voice had emerged.

Sumika took a deep breath. "Let me do the talking. There's no point in freaking them out."

Without waiting for an answer, she stepped toward the shelter, ducked, and entered.

Inside sat a woman with sallow skin, wild hair shot with gray, and weathered robes. She looked up from tending a pot and a teakettle hanging over a small fire and gave a welcoming smile, revealing teeth rotted from age. She might have been a Buddhist hermit, but her clothes were unsuitable for someone of that holy profession. Instead, I judged her to be a mountain witch, a wandering shaman, or a folk healer.

The space was neat with few belongings. Pine needles covered the floor, filling the room with a heavy, resinous scent. Behind her was a shallow cave containing a bed of ferns and a few tattered blankets.

I cocked my head, inspecting the woman. Then, crooning so only Sumika could hear, I said, “I hate to tell you, but she looks like you.” And she did. Age had dulled the #color of her black hair and wilted her flesh, but her oval face and mischievous eyes were the same. The tilt of her chin and the motion of her hands were calmer than Sumika’s, yet had the same natural grace. She could have been Mistress’s older sister or mother.

“As I might,” the woman said, coughed, and wiped the blood that appeared on her lips with a dried dock leaf. “Instead of finding the blessed land, I shall dwell in Kakuriyo until Dōken-shin calls me back to the world. Life is like this leaf,” she said, throwing the red-stained object into the fire, where it briefly blazed. “But the wheel turns, and tender buds spring forth where they once grew.”

“Hmm,” I thought and began puzzling over the metaphors.

“But sit,” she continued. “I forget my hospitality. I have tea and a poor stew. You’ll pardon my humble abode. I never could abide roofs and loathe flattery and insincerity. Here I can listen to the spirits, far from the floating world.”

Sumika lowered herself to the ground and knelt by the fire. “Holy Mother, who are you?”

“I have told you, child. We are the same spark. Gagaimo seeds adrift on the mountain’s wind.”

“Ah,” I thought. “This is the wandering miko Dōken-shin referred to. Not Sumika’s forebear, but Sumika herself at a different time and place.”

The woman coughed again, wiped her lips, and then poured tea into chipped cups.

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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 100: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus

#Wss366 Red (maroon) #TimeTravelAuthors 05/17. Sleep habits/schedule

There was no time left to discuss my mask with Emily because a servant had arrived and was gesturing for me to follow.

The inside of the house was cool and dim, carrying the faint scent of cedar and lamp oil. The furniture was sturdy and well-crafted rather than ostentatious. A painted icon of the Virgin Mary hung in a corner with a small oil lamp burning beneath it, all in the Eastern style.

Some of my anxiety eased. I doubted they would have in-depth knowledge of the Western style, especially how a Copt might practice it. My foreign appearance would help hide any mistakes I made.

The scholar standing beside our host reinforced this impression.

Our host was a stout, gray-haired man wearing maroon robes over a pale tunic. Though he no longer carried a weapon, there was still caution in his eyes.

The scholar wore layered dark-blue robes; the edges faded from years of use. A small silver cross rested against his chest when he moved, and his gray-flecked beard forked neatly at the end. He looked nothing like the clean-shaven Latin priests I had seen in paintings.

He studied me with open suspicion before politely translating our host’s greeting.

“Welcome to the house of the Delphinas. You have come at an unfortunate hour, but we will honor you as best we are able, holy one.”

I bowed, offered a silent prayer toward the icon, and crossed myself in what I hoped was a convincing imitation of a wandering pilgrim. Three fingers for the Trinity. Left to right or right to left? Muscle memory took over. Better wrong than hesitant.

“The girl is watching from above,” Emily said. Her words blurred with the scholar’s next statement.

“We have prepared a room for you to rest and refresh yourself before dinner.”

While, as a ghost, I didn’t need to sleep, the break to discuss the situation with Emily would be welcome.

“May God bless you for your charity,” I said as I followed the scholar upstairs.

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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Okiku (Airisu POV): Post 37
#Wss366 Yellow #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

I hadn’t been able to get her to give up the plan of rescuing Okiku-san, but I convinced her to stay away from Lookback Ridge and the presence there. Instead, she drew a magic circle and the required runes in her garden.

On the chosen night, the full moon shone brightly over the neat rows of herbs in her yard. The plants gave off a faint purplish light that I associated with magical energy. The faint scent of shiso, rosemary, and mugwort hung in the air.

As the hour of the ox arrived, Sumika cast yarrow stalks, said the time was favorable, and stepped out into the moonlight. She began chanting and slowly danced backward, widdershins around the chalked lines. I perched on her shoulder, remaining quiet. Now wasn’t the time for me to be clever.

Gradually, a fog arose, first hiding the garden plants, then the stars, and lastly the house. Only the moon remained, casting a diffuse, silvery light. While all this was happening, the circle began to sparkle, giving off a violet radiance. The mist sang back to us in a woman’s voice. As the singing grew louder, a #yellow flickering glow, like a fire, appeared off to one side.

The voice abruptly ceased singing and spoke. “So he has sent someone after all. Welcome, sister. Join me by my fire where it is warm. We have much to discuss, and my time is short.”

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