Siane. Part 1

Siane

Part One

He truly loved the land more than anyone ever did, as if this loving could make the land forget how he had come, as one adopted through the wedding chamber. With scepticism and disdain the land responded, for this sentimental tender love - this was not enough!

And the horses? Well they adored him.Their noses quivered at his presence,they raced, stood up on their hind legs, sang for him even took bites out of each other to draw his attention. But they would not let him ride. For they were brothers and sisters with him,

beloved companion, never to be considered master. And he? He admired the land for its strength, how it showed to him its true face and for that he said "What great spirit, a terrible beauty. How fortunate I am to be chosen to see the true face of the land."

Towards the horses he was also grateful and for that he said "What noble blood, what rare beauty. I am so fortunate to be allowed to know their secrets." While the land and the horses both looked to one another and said “Well what can you do with a man like that?"

    Now she, who had taken the man to her wedding bed, she held the land tight with her own hands and so marked it with her own blood. That was how the land was won. Her own flesh protecting and defending and willing to do so over and over - That was how the land was kept. It was she who led the horses to shelter when the sky burst at midnight, kept them from prairie fires, dipped her hands into their mothers at the time of their birth and with a voice of smooth leather and singing bees subdued even the most bold among them. To the land she was forgiving. Admiring its resilience she would say "So beautiful yet so obstinate - you are the breaker of my heart but I will never leave you." To the horses she was wise and often amused would say “You make me laugh when you try your tricks on me but I won't let you forget our bargain." While the land and the horses long ago had looked to one another and said "Well what can you do with a woman like that?"

The man of course could not understand all the ways of his wife. In his opinion her discipline kept her from appreciating the beauty that surrounded her. But he would also say, as was his nature "I admire her strength and abilities. Truly this is a magnificent woman. If she were not my wife and therefore part of me I should envy her these things."

The woman at first was quite perplexed regarding her husband. She suspected perhaps some flaw in a man who would refuse to master such things in a way similar to her own. On this she pondered for some time before concluding that because of his way, surely he had never known loneliness. So then she did say "My husband has this nature which I cannot my self afford to indulge in. Yet it is also true that being joined to me he can do this for us and we will both benefit from the balance."

So their wisdom of what marriage truly is prevailed and luckily for me because that is what I was born into. My parents of course taught me their ways.With the horses my mother taught me how to ride, my father, how to share their secrets. She, how to hold the land,he, that I could love it more than anyone who ever saw it. And I, being a true issue of their wedding bed, understood both and formed a way of blending each, a way of my own.