I’ve got the fourth book of the Peleg Chronicles outlined – about 40 pages of notes, and I’m excited.
It’s been a long time since I’ve written, and the doubts have begun. Especially after two of my readers were a little uncomfortable with chapter one. So, in my weakness, I’ve run to the scriptures to make sure I’m aligning myself properly with His Word, with the mind of Christ.
I’m reassessing, but still hopeful.
In the meantime, I thought I would post the introduction to book 4, which I’m pretty sure will be called ‘The Green Archer”.
Here’s the rough draft:
Mamma, the giant badger, ambled through the den.
She checked the main exit, sniffed the air, and turned back into the main run. She paused at her skunks; all three were tucked away into a small chamber. They did not stir for they were in their time of the deep-sleep.
She turned at the next intersecting run, and found the rest of her clan, six badgers in all; they too were sleeping. It was the middle of the day, they had eaten much in their last night’s hunt, and so they were tired.
But not Mamma. A restlessness was upon her.
Ever since the battle with the bright-shinies, she found herself wondering about her very own man-thing. What had become of him?
She entered his chamber next, moved among his belongings, and smelled them. In the corner was a wooden chest. She had seen him peering into it at times.
Using her paws, she managed to open it quickly enough. Inside were clothes the color of grass. They too smelled of the man-thing. She could not know why she did it, but the thought came upon her, and so, tenderly, she pulled out a piece of the clothing, holding it between her teeth.
Suddenly, a longing came upon her to see the place of many smells. It made little sense, for she was not hungry, yet the pull was almost irresistible.
And so she left the den.
Mamma moved silently through the trees, carrying a green mask, and feeling a sense of hope in her breast.
It was a few hours before she came to the edge of the forest, where it met the great heap of many smells, and just beyond it was the giant den of the man-things.
To go out there amongst all those smells would be unwise during the day, but soon the sun would go down and then she would explore. She moved along the forest edge, eager to begin, though she had no reason, just a feeling, a pull … and then she saw something … a leg, a hand.
It was a man-thing sitting against a tree, so quiet and motionless that Mamma had almost missed him.
Strangely, she was not afraid.
She crept closer.
The smell was a familiar one.
It was her very own man-thing. She had found him.
One of his scrolls lay in his lap. His eyes were shut. His face was terribly bruised, and there was dried blood everywhere.
Her man-thing was hurt. Mamma was needed.
She moved closer, setting the green mask upon his lap. She nudged him, but he did not waken.
Mamma thought that he must be worn out from some terrible battle. And it would be a cold night. She would be there to keep him warm.
So Mamma snuggled up close, and waited.
The moon rose higher in the sky.
And early in the morning, Staffsmitten, the loresmen of God, opened his eyes.