G. Battista Torriglia; "A maiden at work" |
At first Frana ignored him, but finally she opened her lips and spoke: ‘My eyes are blurred, but the inner light of my soul emerges... Yes, I can see... Hear Earth, and rejoice with me!
When Aldland drowned, the first spoke of the Yule wheel stood at the top. Then it went down and so did our freedom. When two more spokes or two thousand years have passed, however, the sons who are born out of fornication between princes and priests and the folk will stand up and speak out against their fathers. These sons will all be murdered. But what they shall have said will be remembered and bear fruit in the hearts of resolute people, like good seeds that were laid in your soil.
Another thousand years the spoke shall descend and ever more sink into darkness and blood, shed over you when princes and priests deceive. But then the red of dawn will start glowing again. Seeing that, the false princes and priests will join forces to keep freedom down. But freedom, love and unity will strengthen the folk and rise out of the gutter with the wheel of time. The light that started as a glimmer, will eventually turn into a flame. Blood of the villains will flow over you, O Earth, but you must not absorb it. Toxic creatures will drink it and perish. All vile histories that were made up to propagate the princes and priests will be offered to the flames. Finally, your children shall all live in peace.’ When she had spoken, she collapsed.
The magus had not understood her well and cried: ‘I asked you, if I shall master all Frya's lands and nations, but you spoke to someone else!’ Frana straightened up, stared at him and spoke: ‘Within one week, your soul shall wander about graves with the night birds, and your corpse will lie on the bottom of the sea.’ ‘Very well,’ said the magus, hiding his rage, ‘tell them I am coming.’ And to one of his men: ‘Throw that woman overboard.’
That was the end of the last Mother.