Echoes of past lives
I was there, in front of a handful of men, the enemy in the camp to the forest.
Kidnapped, perhaps in revenge, perhaps to lure my husband into a trap.
I wanted to hang, but even though I was scared for my luck, the thing that distresses me most is that the bastards even wanted to hang my 3 girls. Small
were dirty, disheveled. Their eyes were terrified, but said nothing, not a word.
I stood there, waiting for the inevitable, or perhaps a miracle.
I only had a cotton robe, simple, a kind of tunic, but then suddenly a man slipped me a rough wool robe with a long hood that was used to cover the face of the offender. That As had been worn by others before me. Others who had suffered the same fate ... the hanging.
was dirty, filthy. Dirt left by the death. The man gave me the strength to wear and I put the hood. Inside there were stains of blood. I did not want me to put that cap, despite the tragic situation made me sick and I wanted a little 'dignity, tried to remove it, but again I let him down on his face. I could not see my girls thick and coarse cloth and kept me from breathing. He began to miss his breath and began to pant heavily. Then taken by the discomfort I yelled, but I tried to calm myself not to frighten small, that were next to me. I was wondering if they too had put those filthy robes. I heard the approaching
Executioner ... and I heard him slip the noose. By now I was about to faint ...
But as in a dream I hear the horses emerge from the copse. I did not understand what was going on ... I heard screams, the sounds of battle and then a woman came to me and I quickly slipped the noose and hood ... air, air in my lungs ... the woman with long dark hair urged me "Run! Run! I'll take the girls." And I ran away from the horses in the woods, non-stop, like a cat jumping from one rock to another in the almost dry riverbed. I did not want to leave traces ... courses to get where I no longer felt the sounds of battle ... I had seen in the escape my love fight on horseback and are now waiting to embrace him and my girls ...
Here ... so the dream is over. I woke up and I did not know what happened to him and the girls ... Obviously I was not me and my husband was not the man with whom I am now. Echoes of past lives ...
