The Priest of Blood
“My mother was taken by men in a moment of brutality that I might be born. Her inner body went to war with her desire. I learned later that she tried to rid herself of me using potions and flowers known only to the Wise Women of the forest, fragrant but deadly white petals stewed in water poisoned with insect’s venom. Tried to use instruments of the midwives to draw me out and crush my skull, as she had done with my less-fortunate siblings, buried, it was said, at the edge of the barley fields o...f my home country, where the sedge grew wild.
But I resisted within her and grew to term.
2 As such, many hundreds of years ago, I came into being in a spot on Earth that has captured my imagination and heart as no other ever could. It was a place you would not recognize, though histories have been written about my first century of its wars and kings and territorial disputes. I arrived in a land of the Bretons, known now as Brittany. My ancestors were varied, for, being of a lowly family, born of a bastard line, I was a mix of Gaul and Celt and Briton and Frank on my mother’s side.MoreLess
But I resisted within her and grew to term.
2 As such, many hundreds of years ago, I came into being in a spot on Earth that has captured my imagination and heart as no other ever could. It was a place you would not recognize, though histories have been written about my first century of its wars and kings and territorial disputes. I arrived in a land of the Bretons, known now as Brittany. My ancestors were varied, for, being of a lowly family, born of a bastard line, I was a mix of Gaul and Celt and Briton and Frank on my mother’s side.MoreLess
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