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Speaker 2: How Will You Woo Her? By Sabella Jabjenko Part one,
Speaker 2: How will you woo her, this white maid of thine?
Speaker 2: With breaking of wastel, with pouring of wine? Come now,
Speaker 2: my darlings, it's time for bed. Grandmother Hydra called to
Speaker 2: the little maids, and they obediently wriggled toward her, curling
Speaker 2: up together in the giant clam shell that served as
Speaker 2: their bed. Grandmother said the youngest, her hair gently waving
Speaker 2: in the water like strands of pale green kelt. Tiny
Speaker 2: shrimp darted here and there in it, brilliant flashes of
Speaker 2: bright blue and red. Grandmother, tell us a story. The
Speaker 2: other little maids set up a chorus, Yes, Grandmother, a story,
Speaker 2: a story, until the fish that encircled them were in
Speaker 2: quite a state of excitement, dashing to to and fro
Speaker 2: and fighting each other's flashing silver tails. Hush now, my pets,
Speaker 2: grandmother said, settling herself in a curve of coral, worn
Speaker 2: smooth by years of contact with her coiled tail. Of course,
Speaker 2: I will tell you a story. The great octopus circled,
Speaker 2: rings of red and purple, pulsing a silent lullaby as
Speaker 2: he settled over the maids, tucking them gently beneath the
Speaker 2: canopy of his spread bulk. The maids snuggled down into
Speaker 2: his tentacles and looked up at Grandmother Hydra expectantly, their
Speaker 2: eyes black circles, and the pale ovals of their faces.
Speaker 2: The shrimp and fish calmed, slowed, and finally settled into
Speaker 2: the gently waving forest of their hair, flashes of silver
Speaker 2: and red fading into the shadows. Grandmother Hydra smiled indulgently,
Speaker 2: her teeth white and sharp as broken shells. I'll tell
Speaker 2: you the story of little Sister, a story every one
Speaker 2: of you should know and heed. Shining eyes searched Grandmother's
Speaker 2: face expectantly, each little rasp tongue was still Little Sister
Speaker 2: lived here in the Great Hall, and was most lovely,
Speaker 2: with scales like pearls, hair of dark help, and crowned
Speaker 2: with the most beautiful of anemonies. And her voice. Her
Speaker 2: voice was as lovely as her face, and she sang
Speaker 2: many and many a ship of men to the jagged rocks.
Speaker 2: The little maids tittered, sharp little teeth glittering behind pallid lips,
Speaker 2: but continued Grandmother with a stern look, and the little
Speaker 2: maids fell silent again and curled their tails together. Beneath
Speaker 2: the octopus. On one of her visits, she sang to
Speaker 2: a kingship. The sea was gray and throwing up great
Speaker 2: waves of froth, hungrily crashed against the ship, But it
Speaker 2: being the ship of a king, the sides were sturdy
Speaker 2: and the sails tall, and though the sea raged about it,
Speaker 2: the ship held so Little Sister sang and sang until
Speaker 2: her throat was raw and her voice ragged with her effort.
Speaker 2: She sang to the men of the wonders to be
Speaker 2: found under the gray waves, of the white breasts and
Speaker 2: golden treasures of our family. And the men, sick with
Speaker 2: desire for the sound of her voice and the images
Speaker 2: of her song, turned the sturdy vessel onto the rocks
Speaker 2: and flung themselves into the icy sea. And oh how
Speaker 2: little Sister laughed and laughed at the sport of it.
Speaker 2: But one man did not fling himself into the brine.
Speaker 2: For he had seen Little Sister, seen her in the waves,
Speaker 2: seen her dark eyes and her white shoulders, the wild
Speaker 2: green fall of her hair, and the flash of her teeth.
Speaker 2: He saw her pale lips parting to sing, and her
Speaker 2: song filled his mind with black water, and his human
Speaker 2: heart with a crushing desire. So focused was Little Sister
Speaker 2: on her song and the delight of the sailors gasping
Speaker 2: their last and sinking around her, that she did not
Speaker 2: realize she had been seen. The little maids, pale as sea,
Speaker 2: bleached bone, shrunk against the octopus and chittered their sharp
Speaker 2: little teeth, until the octopus calmed them with his caressing
Speaker 2: tentacles and settled his bulk comfortingly around them. Grandmother Hydra paused,
Speaker 2: looking into their upturned faces, then continued. Too late. Too late,
Speaker 2: Little Sister saw him, saw that his eyes were upon her,
Speaker 2: crawling upon her with a mad hunger. She dove, swimming
Speaker 2: as fast as her lovely tail would take her, but
Speaker 2: with a terrible sense of dread in her pain breast.
Speaker 2: And she was right to feel so, for the man
Speaker 2: who had seen her was none other than the King himself,
Speaker 2: and he vowed if it took his lands, his riches,
Speaker 2: his mind, and his very soul, he would have her.
Speaker 2: Grandmother piped up a tiny voice from the pile of
Speaker 2: little maids. What is a soul? Grandmother smiled again, that
Speaker 2: this smile was dark, her lips curling like sea worms,
Speaker 2: her eyes black as muscleshells well, my little loves, this
Speaker 2: is a part of the story you must learn, and
Speaker 2: though you are young, must hold too tight so that
Speaker 2: you may not suffer little Sister's cruel fate. A soul,
Speaker 2: my sweet darlings, is something with which man is cursed,
Speaker 2: a horrible thing that gives them a great and grasping
Speaker 2: hunger that will not let them be once it has
Speaker 2: been stirred. And it is thus that the and of
Speaker 2: man knows no lasting happiness, and why the family of
Speaker 2: man can never live in harmony. So it was that
Speaker 2: little Sister stirred the King's soul, and how it was
Speaker 2: that it refused the king any peace, any rest, until
Speaker 2: he found her and possessed her. Such is the clutching,
Speaker 2: ravenous way of a soul, my darlings, Part two, Not
Speaker 2: with pouring of cups or with breaking of bread, but
Speaker 2: with wood that is cloven and wine that is red.
Speaker 2: The king, whose people had lived long and long near
Speaker 2: the sea, knew of the sea witch. There was a
Speaker 2: shrinking of tiny, pale bodies into the comforting weight of
Speaker 2: the octopus at her mention, and so he knew that she,
Speaker 2: and she alone might help him. So the king came
Speaker 2: to the sea, and brought with him all of the
Speaker 2: gold and jewels from his treasure hull, and poured them
Speaker 2: into the sea, winking brilliant red and blue and yellow
Speaker 2: as they sank beneath the gray waves. And he begged
Speaker 2: the sea Witch to hear him, but she did not,
Speaker 2: for the Sea Witch is strange, beyond strange, my darlings,
Speaker 2: and her heart is perverse and cruel above all things.
Speaker 2: And so the treasure lay in great, untouched heaps on
Speaker 2: the seafloor, and the shrimp and crabs played amongst the
Speaker 2: lost wealth of the king's realm. The king wept on
Speaker 2: his knees at the shore, promising the sea Witch all
Speaker 2: his power and land. But as we know, this was
Speaker 2: a fool's promise, for the Sea Witch's powers surpassed even
Speaker 2: those of great Father Dagard. Here grandmother paused the long
Speaker 2: webbed bones of her fingers, dancing a secret symbol in
Speaker 2: the water. All the little maids obediently followed, their green locks,
Speaker 2: stirring as they dipped their heads respectfully. The sea Witch
Speaker 2: has no desire for the land of man. So he
Speaker 2: had offered her his riches and his power and his lands,
Speaker 2: but for naught, and his wretched soul burned and tormented
Speaker 2: him night and day, and the memory of little sisters,
Speaker 2: pale wet breasts and dark eyes, and of her song, oh,
Speaker 2: my darlings, her song, haunted him, and there was no
Speaker 2: rest to be found for the king. His beard and
Speaker 2: his hair grew long and touched with white, and his
Speaker 2: eyes became wild with a tortured longing. It passed that
Speaker 2: he brought to the shore other things with which he
Speaker 2: might gain the attention of the sea Witch. And so
Speaker 2: it was that slaves were captured and marched across the
Speaker 2: wet sands, and their deaths at the king king steel
Speaker 2: knives turned the water scarlet until you could not tell
Speaker 2: where the bloodied sea ended and the blazing sunset began.
Speaker 2: The sea Witch took notice of this and was pleased.
Speaker 2: In her weird fashion, she came to the king in
Speaker 2: his fitful dreams, and touched his fevered mind and asked
Speaker 2: of his desire. So it was that little sister swam
Speaker 2: into the visions of the sea Witch with the pearl
Speaker 2: of her tail and the kelp of her hair, and
Speaker 2: so it was that she was doomed. But the sea
Speaker 2: Witch did not hasten, for time is different in her
Speaker 2: deep caves, and she had want of still more from
Speaker 2: the king. And so he stood on the shore, raving
Speaker 2: and tearing at his black hair until bloody clumps of
Speaker 2: it floated on the red water. And still the sea
Speaker 2: Witch waited until the king demanded the lovely mates and
Speaker 2: all his lands loaded onto his boats and set to sea,
Speaker 2: where the sails were touched with torches, where there were
Speaker 2: brothers and fathers who resisted. The blood flowed over the land,
Speaker 2: until nothing remained of the King's people but stone eyed soldiers,
Speaker 2: breathing mothers and starving children, And nothing remained of his
Speaker 2: lands but dark and smoldering villages. When the last of
Speaker 2: the King's ships were aflame, and the screams of the
Speaker 2: burning daughters and the scent of the slaughtered suns reached
Speaker 2: the deep halls of the sea Witch, finally she smiled
Speaker 2: her ghastly smile and reached out for a little sister.
Speaker 2: Part three. With rings? Will I woo her? With chains?
Speaker 2: Will I wed with ships that are broken, with blood
Speaker 2: that is shed. When sister awoke, her heart wept, The
Speaker 2: fish that swam, and the creatures that crept glowed a
Speaker 2: terrible green and stared at her with their great blind eyes.
Speaker 2: The waters were cold, so cold, and blacker than any
Speaker 2: she had ever seen, and she knew at once she
Speaker 2: was in the cursed hall of the Sea Witch. And
Speaker 2: though Little Sister half swooned with the terror and the
Speaker 2: crushing depth, still she struggled. But it was for naught,
Speaker 2: my darlings, for nought, because she was chained fast to
Speaker 2: the rotting timbers of a vast wrecked ship, an iron
Speaker 2: chain of man fastened cruelly about her neck and her slender,
Speaker 2: white wrists. So she wept, but her pleased to her father,
Speaker 2: to her sisters, and even to the sea Witch. Herself
Speaker 2: rose from her mouth in silver bubbles and were lost
Speaker 2: in the black waters. It would have been a kindness
Speaker 2: of little Sister's mind, could have floated away in a
Speaker 2: silver bubble, lost among the glowing grotesqueries of the Witch's hull.
Speaker 2: But alas, my darlings, it did not. When the Sea
Speaker 2: Witch arrived, and as she laid out her rusted, ancient tools,
Speaker 2: and when she smiled her hideous smile as she began
Speaker 2: her work, little sister was awake for all part four,
Speaker 2: not with gold, for a ring, nor kisses on lips,
Speaker 2: but with slaying of sailors and breaking of ships. When
Speaker 2: the witch had finished her unspeakable work, the iron chains
Speaker 2: fell away, and Little Sister was seized by every manner
Speaker 2: of slippery, stinging creature, held fast by clawed pincers, her
Speaker 2: face wrapped in grasping suckers, The writhing mass carried Little
Speaker 2: Sister to the surface, and though many of them died
Speaker 2: along the way, their bodies bloating and bursting into stinking slime,
Speaker 2: no longer held tight by the depths, Finally they broke
Speaker 2: the surface, throwing her from the sea and onto her fate.
Speaker 2: Onto the wet sand went Little Sister, gaping, gasping, her
Speaker 2: lungs searing, breathing the hot air of man. The sun
Speaker 2: beat down upon her, the glare of it blinding her,
Speaker 2: the heat of it burning her. She covered her dazzled
Speaker 2: eyes with one pale, bruised arm and sobbed until darkness
Speaker 2: took her. When she awoke again, this time in the
Speaker 2: dim twilight, the king crouched over her, his eyes feverish,
Speaker 2: his face quite mad. He reached a trembling hand out
Speaker 2: to touch Little Sister, and his hand warm as a
Speaker 2: basking rock. As he stroked her sent her into a
Speaker 2: shuddering fit of fear and loathing. S mild with his strange,
Speaker 2: blunt teeth and murmured words of love and desire, his
Speaker 2: hands roaming over her, tangling in her hair, Grasping at
Speaker 2: her breasts. He ran his hands down her lovely belly,
Speaker 2: lower and lower, until she screamed suddenly in a great agony.
Speaker 2: It was then that the King saw what the sea
Speaker 2: Witch and her perverse cruelty had done to the Little Sister.
Speaker 2: How the witch had answered his fevered prayers. Her finn,
Speaker 2: the parts which had not been devoured by the witch's hoard,
Speaker 2: lay in bloodied tatters on the sand. Little Sister's gorgeous tail,
Speaker 2: which had once fanned the waters and shimmered like sunlight
Speaker 2: on the sea, had been raggedly hacked up the center
Speaker 2: by the sea Witch's blades. The bones of a sea
Speaker 2: bleached skeleton's legs gleamed here and there from betwitching red
Speaker 2: muscle sewn on the Little Sister's flesh with indifferent stitches.
Speaker 2: Skeletal feet poked from the ragon ends like an eel's
Speaker 2: bony snout, from the rocks, they looked into each other's faces,
Speaker 2: Little Sister's eyes mad with pain and revulsion, the king's
Speaker 2: eyes dark the weight and the cost of his lust.
Speaker 2: When he mounted her, roughly, spreading her bleeding tail apart
Speaker 2: on the gray sand, his black beard digging into her throat,
Speaker 2: Little Sister's mind finally found a silver bubble and floated
Speaker 2: away into deep black waters. Part five, And how will
Speaker 2: you tame her? This mad maid of thine? With kisses
Speaker 2: for seal with gold as a sign, the King wed
Speaker 2: Little Sister in a celebration that reached even the great
Speaker 2: halls of Father de The sky was lit in gold
Speaker 2: and red with fireworks. Banners flew, and the king fed
Speaker 2: his soldier's joints of cooked beast, which is the way
Speaker 2: they do such things, and soft white bread, and much
Speaker 2: ale and wine. The king held fast to his pale
Speaker 2: bride all throughout the day and the night, and he
Speaker 2: never left her side or let his arms from about
Speaker 2: her waist. Her throat paloe as oyster shell grew red,
Speaker 2: the caresses of his beard and his teeth upon her skin,
Speaker 2: and her breasts ached with the pawing of his hot hands.
Speaker 2: The heat of his body pressed to hers made her
Speaker 2: head heavy, her eyes half litted, her limbs slow as
Speaker 2: drifting kelp. She found that she could balance on the
Speaker 2: tattered wreck of her tail to move about in the
Speaker 2: manner of men, But the rust of the sea witch's
Speaker 2: blades bit into her anew. With each move, the stolen
Speaker 2: bones creaked, and crooked black stitches tore. In time, her
Speaker 2: little tongue grew bloody, and her jaw grew stiff with
Speaker 2: the clenching of her teeth against the pane. Though her
Speaker 2: husband took his rough way with her and clutched her
Speaker 2: to him and kissed and pawed her, he could not
Speaker 2: make her speak or sing, which was his wish. Her mind,
Speaker 2: my little ones was too far away, her body too
Speaker 2: sick with the heat and the light and the noise
Speaker 2: and the dreadful pain of losing her family and the sea.
Speaker 2: And though the king dressed her in gowns of heavy
Speaker 2: silk and draped her with jewels and gold, he could
Speaker 2: not stop the bleeding from her ruined tail, which followed
Speaker 2: her everywhere, leaving strange skeletal footprints throughout the halls, and
Speaker 2: rusty puddles at all the windows which faced the sea.
Speaker 2: Part six with a bit for the mouth, and a
Speaker 2: ring for the hand, with a neck chain of foam
Speaker 2: or a waste chain of sand. As the months passed,
Speaker 2: the king raged at her, tore at her green hair,
Speaker 2: and threw her about with his heavy hands, as if
Speaker 2: to shake a song from her lips. Yet in all
Speaker 2: his anger, he still held her close through the day
Speaker 2: and through the night, and his desire for her knew
Speaker 2: no bounds. The bloodied halves of her tail bloomed black
Speaker 2: and purple with the marks of his hips, her white
Speaker 2: breasts marked with the scarlet moons of his teeth, and always,
Speaker 2: always his hands upon her. The weight of his lust
Speaker 2: for her, the cost of his prize, lay more heavily
Speaker 2: upon his head than a crown, And he knew no
Speaker 2: peace and gave her no rest. But the true depth
Speaker 2: of the Sea Witch's cruelty finally became clear one gray morning,
Speaker 2: when little Sister stared out the window at the sea
Speaker 2: with her dark eyes, her husband behind her, one of
Speaker 2: his heavy hands tangled in the waist of her silken gown,
Speaker 2: his face buried in the salt scent of her hair,
Speaker 2: muttering his mindless promises of love and pain. When she
Speaker 2: felt a twitch in her belly, and she knew that
Speaker 2: the seed of her loathsome human husband, grew within her,
Speaker 2: that she would bring it forth in blood and suffering,
Speaker 2: like a beast of the land. There rose a horrified
Speaker 2: moan from the clam shell, and a sudden chittering of
Speaker 2: tiny teeth, sharpest coral. As the little maids writhed in
Speaker 2: sudden agitation, the green fires of many little eyes flashed
Speaker 2: warnings into the dark water. Hush now, little Once Grandmother
Speaker 2: Hydra gently stroked one pearl white cheek. The story is
Speaker 2: nearly complete. The teeth gnashing quieted the green fire in
Speaker 2: each little eye, slowly winking back into black, and Grandmother continued.
Speaker 2: And so it was that little sister found she had
Speaker 2: been given the most horrible curse of all. She had
Speaker 2: been given a human soul. With a scream and a
Speaker 2: strangled cry, she tore away from her husband's grasping hands.
Speaker 2: So startled was he to hear her make a sound
Speaker 2: after these many months, that he forgot for one moment
Speaker 2: to hold on to her. She raced down the stairs
Speaker 2: of the tower, heedless of the hot agony flaring up
Speaker 2: her tail, of the tearing of stitches and cracking of bones.
Speaker 2: Blinded by tears, she cried out in despair and helplessness
Speaker 2: for her sisters, for her father to help her. The
Speaker 2: little maids were silent as the moon, their eyes black
Speaker 2: and round as stones, hanging on every word of their grandmother,
Speaker 2: and Little Sister reached the shore. She flung herself into
Speaker 2: the sea, her heart and mind broken, begging for Belise,
Speaker 2: clawing at the belly which had finally marked her as cursed,
Speaker 2: and lost her family and the sea forever. Her piteous
Speaker 2: cries reached father Dagen, who saw what the sea witch
Speaker 2: had done to his daughter, And though he had no
Speaker 2: power over the witch deep in her dark caves and
Speaker 2: could not bring Little Sister back to the sea, he
Speaker 2: called some of his daughters to them and gave them
Speaker 2: a knife sharp as an eel's grin, and bid them
Speaker 2: take it to their lost and grieving sister. They rose
Speaker 2: out of the water, with their hair around their white
Speaker 2: breasts like kelp and their eyes dark as abaloney, and
Speaker 2: the king, who had chased his cold bride to the sea,
Speaker 2: sat down upon the sand without a whimper, as if
Speaker 2: struck dead. The daughters sang out to Little Sister and
Speaker 2: gave to her the knife of their father, while the
Speaker 2: king sat senseless in the sand. Lost in their voices
Speaker 2: and their pale faces part seven with the wind for
Speaker 2: a sa seal and the sun for a sign. And
Speaker 2: so I will wed her, this white wife of mine.
Speaker 2: And so Little Sister turned to the king, and with
Speaker 2: a gull's high scream of joy and triumph, seized a
Speaker 2: handful of his thick black hair, pulled his head back,
Speaker 2: and sliced his throat open from ear to ear, spilling
Speaker 2: his hot blood onto the sand and stinking steaming gouts.
Speaker 2: He fell onto the sand with a grunt, and Little
Speaker 2: Sister plunged Father Dagan's knife into his chest, tearing the
Speaker 2: cage of his ribs apart. With her fine, strong hands,
Speaker 2: ripped his heart from the splintered bones and wet meat,
Speaker 2: and sawed it into two ragged halves, as had been
Speaker 2: done to her tail. With wild joy, she flung the
Speaker 2: halves of his heart aside and plunged the blade into
Speaker 2: her pale belly. She sank it again and again into
Speaker 2: her flesh, stabbing at the fluttering spark of cursed humanity
Speaker 2: within her, until the blood ran in red rivulets down
Speaker 2: her battered silk gown and the knife slipped from finger.
Speaker 2: Growing numb and still sisters, she cried, father, I'm free,
Speaker 2: I am free. She leapt into the crashing surf as
Speaker 2: all her sisters sang to her, and the blood flowed,
Speaker 2: and the heavy gown that polled and her ruined tail
Speaker 2: that could not swim carried her down, down, down, into
Speaker 2: the lovely depths. As she sang, She sang, my darlings.
Speaker 2: She sang of her agony and her captivity, of her
Speaker 2: freedom and her release. Her body slowly dissolved into froth,
Speaker 2: shimmering and bobbing as it danced to the surface. And
Speaker 2: so it was. Though Father Dagon could not return his
Speaker 2: daughter to the sea, he could free her from the
Speaker 2: sea witch's curse and turn her to sparkling sea foam.
Speaker 2: Her sisters tenderly wreathed their dark hair and pale breasts
Speaker 2: with shimmering mantles of this foam. Before they sank back
Speaker 2: into the shelter of the sea. They sang of the
Speaker 2: death of their sister, and sailors for miles shivered in
Speaker 2: their wooden ships, and the few soldiers still left in
Speaker 2: the cold halls of the king's castle slunk away into
Speaker 2: the woods with not a single backwards glance. Grandmother Hydra
Speaker 2: gently caressed each little head, smoothed the gently waving hair,
Speaker 2: tucked every little chin down into the octopus, who pulsed
Speaker 2: gently with slow, soothing colors. Each little pair of black
Speaker 2: eyes was low lided, heavy with sleep and with the
Speaker 2: sad lesson of little sister. Remember, my darlings, when singing
Speaker 2: to the ships, be cautious and never seen, for the
Speaker 2: cruel and grasping nature of man's soul is not to
Speaker 2: be forgotten. All the tiny heads nodded a sleepy agreement.
Speaker 2: The little black eyes closed a pair at a time,
Speaker 2: and the little maids slept, and far above them, beyond
Speaker 2: the crashing waves, the white moon shone on the glittering
Speaker 2: bubbles of sea foam and on the ancient remains of
Speaker 2: a silent, ruined kingdom.
Speaker 1: Thank you for listening to episode number thirteen oh two.
Speaker 1: Today's story was how Will You Woo Her? By Sabella Chevchenko.
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