Taminy by Bohnhoff Maya Kaathryn

Author:Bohnhoff, Maya Kaathryn [Bohnhoff, Maya Kaathryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fantasy, female protagonist, magic, women's issues, religion
ISBN: 9781611382488
Publisher: Book View Cafe
Published: 2013-03-26T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 12

Men shall be hindered from loving Me and spirits shall be shaken when they utter My Name, for minds cannot comprehend Me, nor hearts hold Me.

— The Corah

Book I, Verse 50

The gossip had not stopped, though now it took on a different tone—a variety of tones, in fact, as the citizens of Nairne struggled to make sense of the reported results of Ealad-hach’s test of Taminy-a-Gled. There was not a soul who didn’t know about it, who hadn’t compared their version of the tell with their neighbor’s, swapping details until no one could recall what they had from whom.

Several embellished versions were carried quayside and given into the keeping of the galley crews. They could take their pick of the litter and did, carrying, each his favorite version—or a combination of versions—down river to Tuine and Creiddylad.

Taminy heard the various embellishments with chagrin and wry bemusement; the unadorned truth seemed startling enough without bringing in Eibhilin voices and lightnings and thunders. Most bemusing of all was the windfall effect of Ealad-hach’s attentions. Taminy was suddenly the cynosure of Nairne’s youth, especially her young females, while mothers who had previously suspected her now seemed to think her a fine and fit tutor for their girls.

She mused on that now, feeling the slant rays of late summer’s afternoon sun on her skin, hearing the chatter of her companions and the passage of their bodies through the wild wheat that grew between Nairne and the Bebhinn Wood. In the eyes of that village, Ealad-hach’s attempt to condemn her had, instead, removed the shadow of suspicion. Whatever the differences in the accounts of the Cirke-dag incident, there was one overwhelming agreement: Taminy had woven with Lin-a-Ruminea’s crystal, seated on the Cirke altar stone. And she had done it before credible witnesses. If that did not prove her to be other than a Wicke, nothing could.

Acceptance was not universal. Iseabal’s mother still was cool toward her and Terris wouldn’t look her in the eye. But today, incredibly, her entourage included Doireann Spenser and Phelan Backstere. There were other new faces, as well; Wyvis and Rennie had brought friends and Orna-mac-Mercer now found the woodland more interesting than the business that would someday be hers.

As to the parents, if they knew where their young spent some long afternoons, they expressed no great distress. All knew that if Taminy’s methods were unorthodox, her teaching must be straight from the Books—Osraed Bevol said so, and that was nowadays acceptable.

“My little brother is Osraed,” Orna had said. “My da said he’d not be surprised if we shared a talent. And, well, if I’ve got a midge of the Gift, I’d like to know.”

She had a midge of the Gift, as it happened. It hadn’t had the refinement of her brother’s, nor native strength of Iseabal’s, but then she’d never been encouraged to develop it. She would be good at the Heal Tell, Taminy thought, and might show a talent for natural divination. The farmers hereabouts wouldn’t fault that.

Phelan, now .

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