Saturday, October 26, 2013

SAMHAIN IN SHERWOOD by Laura Strickland #flashfictionbash #giveawy @KMNbooks @WildRosePress

The Contest has ended and the winner of the gift certificate to TWRP is Emily! Congrats!

Karen: Lore, legend and magic are inspirations for Laura Strickland's fabulous stories. Her flash fiction tale, Samhain in Sherwood is a hauntingly beautiful story about Robin and Marian. Enter Sherwood Forest for a glimpse of their true love and be sure to bring a tissue.

**** Giveaway: One Lucky Trick or Treater who answers the question below will receive a gift certificate for a free download from The Wild Rose Press. 

SAMHAIN IN SHERWOOD by Laura Strickland

It is nearly midnight on the eve of Halloween – or Samhain, as the Old Ones called it – and the slender figure of a woman slips through the trees of Sherwood Forest.  Flickers of moonlight and darkness, like the cloak that covers her, conceal the simple nun’s habit she wears, and her identity.
How many nights has she made this journey in her mind?  Wishing, hoping, praying she might escape the restraints that tether her, and find her way back.

To him.

For there is and could ever be only one man who possesses her heart, and he is dead.
But on this night, this one, blessed sabbat on the wheel of the year, the door between the living and the dead stands open and passage may be made from this world to the next, and back.  For this one night, she might hope to hold him again.

She bursts into a clearing amid the trees, an ancient place steeped in old magic, and beholds the figure awaiting her.  Beneath the full moon, wrapped in tendrils of mist, he appears first a man, and then a stag standing upright, bearing a full rack of antlers.  Without hesitation she throws herself at his feet.

“Please, my lord, I beg thee grant me one wish.  I have surely earned it in grief and pain, and loneliness.”

“Ask, child, for what you will.”  His reply comes up through the soil, surges through the trees and dances in the air.

“Let me but be with him again this night.”

“Name the one you seek.”

“Robin.”  She barely dares breathe the name.

And the god replies, “Arise, Marian.”

She comes to her feet eagerly, her heart nearly bursting, and hears a beloved voice call her, like an echo of the god.  “Marian.”

Ah, and there he stands!  Hale and strong and whole as he was before he fell, slaughtered by his Norman enemies – beautiful to her eyes.  Every longing she has known these many years since his death finds answer as she stumbles forward into his arms.

“How long have we?” she asks, even as her lips reach for his.  The spell of Samhain, as she knows, is fleeting and he might fade even with the moonlight.

His only reply comes in silence as he draws her down onto a bed of moss and loves her full well.

“Do not go from me,” she begs then.  “Too many nights have I lain in my bed at the nunnery, longing for you.  I would not have this end.”

“Aye, Marian, and what would you give to be with me not just this one night, but always?”

She looks into his beloved face and replies, “Anything.”

He brushes his lips across hers, making her very being quiver with delight. 

“Yet,” she says, “I understand the bargain Samhain offers: for a few short hours, on this night, are the dead allowed back across the threshold.  Is it not so?”  He would know, he who has dwelt in death so long.

“Aye, love, it is so.”

“How long have we?” she asks again, her heart breaking.

And he says, “Before the cock crows I must turn back for the spirit world, from whence I came.  Only those likewise in spirit may come with me to the land on the other side.”

She wonders, then, whether she might have been better without this one night’s joy, for the grief of losing him all over again.

He asks her once more, “What would you give to come with me?  Would you give your life?”

“If I could so choose.”  But she knows she cannot.  All these lonely years without him have not brought her that choice, nor all her prayers and longing.

But he leans close and whispers, “My love, you can.”

Her heart leaps.  More than anything she wants to believe him.  She plumbs the mysteries in his eyes and begs, “How?  By renouncing the world?  By sacrificing all else?  Only tell me, Robin, and it is done.”

“Nothing so difficult.”  He captures her face between his hands and studies her kindly.  “Do you not wonder why you were able to come here and find me this night, of all those Samhain nights since my death?  Why the moonlight guided you, the god awaited you, and the portal stood open?”

“So it does stand, on Samhain Eve.”

“Aye, and for the dead more than for the living.”  Very gently he says, “’Twas not in flesh you came to me this night, Marian.  My love, your body lies still in your cell at the nunnery, where death found you not three hours ago.”

“Dead!”  The terrible wonder of it suffuses her.  For an instant, she misses her life as once she missed him: bright mornings kissed by a brisk wind, flowers and children’s laughter, and the smell of new bread baking.  But without him her existence is but a long, terrible dream, for all her passion lies here with this man.

He lifts her fingers to his lips and his love wraps round her.  “And so, Marian, will you bid farewell to the world and follow me?”

She gives him the last answer she ever will, her only answer.  “Robin, my love, I never stopped following you.”  And gladly, joyfully, she steps over the threshold with him, into eternity.

**** Giveaway: One Lucky Trick or Treater who answers the question and leaves an email where I can reach them will have a chance to win a gift certificate for a free download from The Wild Rose Press. Question: Have you ever seen the ghost of someone you love on Halloween?

ABOUT THE BOOK:


Raised in the kitchens of Nottingham Castle, Wren has no idea she is the daughter of the legendary Robin Hood until she is summoned to Sherwood Forest.  Since Robin’s death many years before, the resistance against Norman tyranny has been upheld by a magical triad, but now one of the guardians has died.  With two young men, Sparrow and Martin, Wren must form a new triad with a bond strong enough to defend Sherwood’s magic.  To one of them, she will also give her heart.

From the moment Wren bursts into his life, Sparrow loves her.  But he knows she may choose his lifelong rival, Martin, as her mate.  Martin wants Wren also, but Sparrow fears Martin is driven not by love but ambition.  When Martin is captured and held at Nottingham Castle, will the conflict between love and duty destroy the triad?

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Born and raised in Western New York, Laura Strickland has pursued lifelong interests in lore, legend, magic and music, all reflected in her writing. Though her imagination frequently takes her to far off
places, she is usually happiest at home not far from Lake Ontario with her husband and her "fur" child, a rescue dog. Currently she is at work on the third book of the Guardians of Sherwood series.

You can visit LAURA STRICKLAND at her WEBSITE.

18 comments:

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Laura,

I'm so thrilled to have you here with us today! Loved your hauntingly beautiful tale!

Have I ever seen a ghost of someone I loved on Halloween? No, but I've seen a few ghosts. These spirits didn't seem to mind that it wasn't the most haunted night of the year. lol

Laura Strickland said... Best Blogger Tips

Karen,

I'm so pleased to be here today and sharing a hint of Sherwood's old magic. I haven't yet seen the spirit of someone I love on Halloween either ... but I keep hoping.

Thanks so much for hosting this wonderful event!

Katrina Gillian said... Best Blogger Tips

Laura,

I really liked your story! I've been a fan of Robin Hood stories since I watched the BBC series. Starring Jonas Armstrong, Lucy Griffiths, and my favorite,Richard Armitage It was really good. Did you ever see it?

katrinagillian @ yahoo . com

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Emily said... Best Blogger Tips

I loved the beautiful tale, thanks for giving Robin and Marian a happy ending. And no, I've never seen a ghost of a loved one.

tiger-chick-1(at)hotmail(dot)com

J Bur said... Best Blogger Tips

No, & that would definitely creep me out. Thanks for the giveaway!

Laura Strickland said... Best Blogger Tips

Katrina, I never saw that BBC version but have been fascinated by the legend all my life. Glad you enjoyed the story!

Rosemary Gemmell said... Best Blogger Tips

Lovely story, Laura - I, too, use Samhain as my inspiration!

Jean MP said... Best Blogger Tips

What a great story. No have never seen the ghost of a loved one. Thanks for the giveaway.
skpetal at hotmail dot com

bn100 said... Best Blogger Tips

Lovely story
No, I haven't

bn100candg at hotmail dot com

Laura Strickland said... Best Blogger Tips

I think it might be sweet ... and sad ... and comforting to see the ghost of a loved one on Halloween.

Cara Marsi said... Best Blogger Tips

What a beautiful story! So haunting and romantic.

Cathy said... Best Blogger Tips

Hi Laura,

Lovely story.

I've never seen a ghost and hopefully never will. lol

cnickol at verizon dot net

Celtic Chick said... Best Blogger Tips

Great story. Loved the eerie atmosphere you created.

Kelley

Laura Strickland said... Best Blogger Tips

Thanks, everyone, for your comments and for visiting here today. Happy Halloween!

felicia sidoma said... Best Blogger Tips

I have never seen a ghost weather it be on Holloween or not

Hywela Lyn said... Best Blogger Tips

Hi Laura

What a hauntingly beautiful tale, loved it! To answer your question, I've never see the ghost of anyone at Halloween, but I did once photograph one!

Laura Strickland said... Best Blogger Tips

I'm pleased to say the winner of the gift certificate to The Wild Rose Press is:

EMILY (tiger chick).

Thanks to everyone for participating -- I only wish I could reward everyone!