Saqui
“Father, Father, how I doeth protest your command! A grown man moste follow his own path. Thy moste knoweth meseems, after traveling aside thee to this new land, swinking side betwixt side, every bit as tedium, why would I nary follow in thy footsteps? It is in thy mind of making thy future endeavours, whencesoever they may be!”
“Poppycock my son. It has been set in stone since afore thee were birthed. Elizabeth Hicks will be thy bride eftsoons her arrival. Moste I summon Brethren Thomas to recollect thy thoughts respecting the proof in God’s word? Never thy mind, never thy mind, I can recite it in haste for thee thyself......”“Honor thy father and thy mother, that your days may be long in the land that the Lord thy God gives thee.”″
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Cyrus Brewster, always even tempered, was about to lose his mind at the thought of his son’s disobedience. Having raised his son Stephan with an iron fist, he also couldn’t help but stress the value in independence if not merely by example. After all, that independent streak was responsible for getting the family Brewster to the New World. Holding his head in his hands after his son stormed away, he cried out, “Woe is me!” Wist father. Wist son. Alas! What have I done by casting my newfangled ideas upon my first born son. Is it now thy curse eft teaching him so verily? Alas, my faith moste sustain me. Dear God hear thy wellaway.”
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Stephan Brewster considered telling his father the whole truth behind his obstinance, but he knew he would be met with outrageous refusal over whom he set his sights upon, so he held his tongue. By nature he was not an angry young man, although the very idea of Elizabeth as his betrothed made him wretch with fury, so he remained quiet with his deepest thoughts, speaking only to God.
“Pray pardon thy God I call up on thee for guidance. Moste I obey thy scripture or follow my own heart? Was it not thy word also spoken to me of my very plight?” ”“There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear. For fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not been perfected in love.”″ “Which is it I moste follow Dear God? I am without fear as my love for Saqui abounds. Barely can I speaketh of my first gaze upon her beauty. As I wondered the dale to gather wood, she, in all her lovliness, down at the river was gently fetching water along with my breath. Her loose silken black hair and brown velvety skin caught the sun’s rays and rigthtly caught me into a tangled web of my own making, but it was not just her beauty holding me in captivity. Forsake me if I am lying. It was as if the whole voyage to the New World was predestined for that very moment when she looked up and into my soul, finding in me exactly what I found in her. For some time neither of us approached the other, but it could be felt in the same way a bolt of lightening strikes its target. Eventually, both of us found ways to travel the hills and dales in close proximity, as a mere excuse to inhale the same air.”
“Squanto, as our blessing, had been all along sorting our tongues to the point of know, allowing us, in secrecy, to hear the melodic words of our professed love. After the great feast, we began to meet as the morning dew subsided each morn, keeping chores that allowed our synchronicity for some seasons and now time is set. No turning back. Saqui is heartbroken witherward leaving her Noeshow and Nitka, yet swith betimes the joining ceremony to their strait choosing, alas whereagainst her pardie. It is only eyne for me shall she choose, and likewise thine eyne for her. It pains us enow to disobey our forthwith flesh and blood, ruth they leave us no choice. In the morrow morn, unbeknownst to all but each other, off we will go on venture to our own particular New World. God it was thee that brought me into the world, sith to Saqui, and no man moste athwart that love. Not even thine own father earth and above in most high. Forgive me Father if thy find proof of sin. If so, thee may strike me down. Thy own restless heart and thinking mind in reading thy words speaks nary of.”
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The next morning, after a fitful sleep, Stephan was long done talking to God as he headed out to meet his beloved Saqui at the top of the river. Standing taller than his height, while walking into his dreams, he whispered to the wind, “Pray remember me blood of thine and of this soil. If thee wills, my betrothed Saqui and thy in a time to come will unravel thy distance, and if never to be, fare thee well.” Saqui approached him through the thicket and his heart lurched into his throat. “Thy sweven sooth.” “"Now are they not twayne then, but one flesh. Let not man therefore put a sunder, which God has coupled together.”″ Not all of his words were comprehended by Saqui, but in leaving his loving lips, she trusted. They reached for each other as do the sunflowers to the light, and began day one of their journey together into the complacent unknown.