Double Drabble: Herb of Grace o’ Sundays
Nov. 9th, 2005 11:38 amBy Honorat
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Owned by mus musculus
Summary: For the “Sunday” Challenge at Black Pearl Sails. Finally, I’m within shouting distance of a drabble.
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He’s always been a man of the Enlightenment, a proponent of Reason, an admirer of Hobbes and Locke and Voltaire. He’s always smiled condescendingly and tolerated the small superstitions of the men he commands—the feather of a wren killed on New Years Day in the pocket, the sign against the evil eye, the horseshoe on the mast.
Even now he doesn’t quite believe his own memories. The blood has been cleaned from his blade and his uniform. The pirates in his cells are human and die as men do die. None of his officers speaks about that night. Perhaps it had been the bad air—the air had been most foul.
However, there are shadows in the corners that he has never noticed before. And when he sets foot on the quarterdeck of the Dauntless, the sea, his true home for all these years, is more unfathomable, more mysterious, more perilous than it has been since he was a child.
He is a rational man, a man of sense and courage. And yet . . . his hand in the pocket of his coat closes around the small sprig of blessed rue.
The End
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Rue--ruta graveolens the "herb of grace o' Sundays" mentioned in Hamlet, is an herb with small dense leaves and yellow flowers. Sprigs were dipped in holy water and used to sprinkle it on objects and places to be blessed. The plant was also reputed to protect against witchcraft and spells. Probably more to the point for poor Norrington, chewing a fresh leaf relieves tension headaches and eases palpitations and anxiety-related problems.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Owned by mus musculus
Summary: For the “Sunday” Challenge at Black Pearl Sails. Finally, I’m within shouting distance of a drabble.
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He’s always been a man of the Enlightenment, a proponent of Reason, an admirer of Hobbes and Locke and Voltaire. He’s always smiled condescendingly and tolerated the small superstitions of the men he commands—the feather of a wren killed on New Years Day in the pocket, the sign against the evil eye, the horseshoe on the mast.
Even now he doesn’t quite believe his own memories. The blood has been cleaned from his blade and his uniform. The pirates in his cells are human and die as men do die. None of his officers speaks about that night. Perhaps it had been the bad air—the air had been most foul.
However, there are shadows in the corners that he has never noticed before. And when he sets foot on the quarterdeck of the Dauntless, the sea, his true home for all these years, is more unfathomable, more mysterious, more perilous than it has been since he was a child.
He is a rational man, a man of sense and courage. And yet . . . his hand in the pocket of his coat closes around the small sprig of blessed rue.
The End
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Rue--ruta graveolens the "herb of grace o' Sundays" mentioned in Hamlet, is an herb with small dense leaves and yellow flowers. Sprigs were dipped in holy water and used to sprinkle it on objects and places to be blessed. The plant was also reputed to protect against witchcraft and spells. Probably more to the point for poor Norrington, chewing a fresh leaf relieves tension headaches and eases palpitations and anxiety-related problems.
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Date: 2005-11-10 06:05 am (UTC)I very much like your Norrie. He's so tightlipped about everything, but nothing slips past him. He knows, if no one else does, that the supernatural isn't done with them yet. :)
DragonLady
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Date: 2005-11-10 07:16 am (UTC)Yes, Norrington has that ultimate scientific proof--his own experience. Who knows what strange things will happen next? Thank you for your comments.
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Date: 2005-11-10 08:30 pm (UTC)Beautiful work, saved directly to memories.
Felaine
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