Part 1 : The Legend Of Weo

There are always lights in the night sky; always hopes in the world and Weo was one; Weo the warrix queen of old Kenglund; Weo, the strong arm of love; Weo, the valiant servant of Our Lady’s will.

Weo was born in the little village of Amartham at the foot of the Swann hills. Her father’s name was Andyarrow; the son of a peasant farmer who, all week long, tilled the fields and tended to cattle with his father and family and,on weekends, did handy work for the nuns of the Abby Of The Sacred Spring.

Her mothers name was Homa, a novice nun, who’d already taken vows of chastity when she fell in love with Andyarrow and who was forced to leave the Abby when it was discovered that she was pregnant with Andyarrow’s child.

And so, Homa exchanged a life of devotion to Our Great Mother for the life of a poor farmer’s wife but she was not unhappy for she believed that all things were governed by destiny.

And, after eleven months, upon the equinox of spring, the infant Weo was born and, as the baby rocked within its cot, Our Great Mother entered Weo’s home in the form of a winged baby rabbit, as Our Great Mother often takes the form of the gentle and innocent; then Our Great Mother announced to Homa that her child would become the Queen of all the counties of Kenglund and that she would defend her people from invasion by evil forces from across the dark Tieroga.

“Across the dark sea of Tieroga shall come the witch queen Klawhanna, black bride of the living evil. She will come with monsters and armies of marching shadow but Weo will defeat them all”, said the great Goddess, “So remember your vows of devotion to me and look well after your infant, who shall be called Weo. Defend her with every breath and bone and know that my power dwells within you”.

And Homa fell upon her knees and bowed her head low before the goddess and thanked her for so great an honor and swore upon her beating heart that she would be the best of all mothers to Weo and defend her with her life.

“Know this also”, said the divine mother, “That every five years I shall return with a gift and a trial for your child”, and, saying this, the baby rabbit,which was the goddess in animal form, winked its right eye and vanished, leaving only a handful of white feathers behind it as proof of its visit.

And, snatching up the feathers in her right hand, Homa immediately got to her feet and hurried out to tell her husband of the amazing thing that had occurred and,when she told him, at first he did not believe her and worried that,perhaps, she was feeling ill or faint or tired and that it had confused her senses but then Homa reached into her pocket and produced the white feathers and said, “when the winged rabbit left, it left behind these feathers on the floor”.

And yet, Andyarrow still did not believe her and thought that she was perhaps having some joke at his expense or playing a game. “You plucked these from the tail of a goose”, he said, “That’s all they are,goose feathers”

And so, angry at not being believed, Homa threw down the feathers and they landed in Andyarrows milking pale and when the feathers touched the milk it was turned into a heap of gold coins and Andyarrow was so shocked that he fell backwards off of his milking stool and, after that, he knelt upon the floor of his milking shed and begged the divine mother for her forgiveness for doubting the news of her visitation and thanked her for the gift of the golden coins.

In those days the cost of living was low and so the bucket of golden coins was enough to change their lives; to buy a few acres of their own land and a few more milking cows and a proper house made of stones and strong timbers rather than the small, simple rickety shack in which they had been living and a new expensive steel plough
and a great, beautiful chestnut horse to pull it and pretty, new clothes for Homa and toys for Weo and all sorts of other things that a peasant like Andyarrow could never have dreamed of but Homa, being raised in the good ways of the goddess, gave a portion of the gold to the poorest in the community and a portion to the Abby of the Sacred Spring and, when the local people asked them where they had gotten their new wealth, Homa told them about the visitation of the Goddess and the miraculous bucket of gold and news of these amazing things soon spread throughout her little village and then throughout all the neighbouring towns and villages and, before the year was over, everyone in every part of Kenglund had heard something about Homa and her child Weo.