Dylan Hughes is the host of First Line Friday
He came down from the mountains as autumn aged, before the paths could pile with snow and the bridges bowed with ice. He wasn’t expecting a warm reception. In fact, he thought nobody would have noticed that he was gone. But to his surprise, the entire village welcomed him back. The elders were gathered in a circle around the blazing fire and he was clasped in a warm embrace by the village chief. He was confused as he hadn’t been a favorite of the clan before he had gone up the mountains and this way of welcoming him was pretty unusual, to say the least.
Soon after the sumptuous meal, the chief led him to his hut and said in a confidential tone, ” We are happy that we were told about your coming in advance”
Lawrence was more confused than ever. ” You were?”
“Yes, the soothsayer had told us that our savior will be coming down from the mountains soon. He told us that this savior will save us not only from the armies of the North but also from the loss of life we face every winter” he added in a show of confidence ” I am glad it’s you, Lawrence, you are one of us and your father was the sage”
Lawrence couldn’t trust himself to respond to the chief in anything by monosyllabic replies. His mind was frantically searching for something to say, something which wouldn’t sound ignorant and foolish.
The chief said as if he knew what was going through his mind; ” You don’t need to tell us the plan now. We will wait till you’re ready to share it with us”
He left Lawrence to rest in a hut specially prepared with all the luxuries the village boasted of. At the dead of the night, Lawrence was all prepared to flee the village because he was very sure that he wasn’t the person the soothsayer had portended about. But as he peeked out of the door of the cottage, he found the tall and well-armed guard the chief had provided for his security, guarding the hut.
Lawrence came back and sat on the cot to think about how to get out of this mess.
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He came down from the mountains as autumn aged, before the paths could pile with snow and the bridges bowed with ice.