“The Zar Tales”

"The Zar Tales"

Gets published.  In a few days, probably.

Bill Penrose, the dear friend and writer who formatted “A Seasoning of Lust” last year this time, has done his magic again.  Bill has taken these projects of mine and made them real.  He is a very well published author himself,  (“Ancestors of Star”  and “Anne the Healer” just to mention two books available from Lulu.com) and also a research scientist, though what he does boggles my brain. Something to do with chemistry and conductors and lots of things mysterious.

This level of friendship is amazing to me.  What he does…the formatting…is the HARD work to me.  Mysterious and beyond my capabilities.  The writing is easy…..the formatting is difficult.  Lulu.com doesn’t take prisoners, though they tout themselves as ‘easy to use’.   Hah!

But I think we both learned from the first book and Bill is, once again…working his magic here.

Thank you, Bill.

Lady Nyo

(Below I am posting a part of the last chapter of “The Zar Tale” just for fun. It is part, the end part of a very long wedding scene.)

Gifts were piled on the long table before them: rugs and blankets, pots and a few pieces of silver.  These gifts were to start the new couple on their life together.

The moon rose up into Heaven and was girdled with an array of distant stars.  A soft nighttime breeze wafted over the fields and a bonfire was lit and still the dancing went on.  The feasting and music continued, likely to last throughout the night and into the early hours of the dawn.

Ali looked down at Shakira, whose head in her heavy wedding crown was supported by the high backed chair she had been sitting on all day.  She could not move much for the combined weight of the crown and the heavy amber and silver necklaces almost immobilized her.

“Shakira, my wife” said Ali tenderly.  “Walk out with me a bit and let us have a moment apart of all our friends.”

Shakira was glad to do so, and since her bridesmaids were sitting all to the left of her, they remove the heavy headdress and some of the wedding jewelry.  That done, she felt the weight of the world lifted from her and she gathered her robes and walked apace with Ali.

Standing in the dark away from the bonfire, with only the moon to grace the ground with light, Ali put his arm around her shoulders and looked out across the landscape, now only shadows and dark mystery.

He, once a mighty Zar, and before a fierce Berber warrior, was now just a man, a mortal with no mystical powers.  At the thought of this moment, where he stood on the ground with a worthy woman at his side, he could have shed tears for his good fortune.

Now he would grow old, as other mortals and he would labor as other men for his bread. He would be part of a humanity that brought justice into the world, no longer a ghost who passed for little, but a man who had substance when the night fell and the dawn came.  His feet would walk on the hard earth and he could feel the winds come down from the mountain on his face.  He could feel the coolness of water and the heat of fire.  He was man.

A sudden cold wind blew where they were standing and Ali pulled Shakira close.  He glanced up at the moon and just for a moment, it looked a sickly green. The stars seemed to melt and revolve in a tangle up in the sky and Shakira shivered under his arm. It was only a second, but for Ali, he knew the signs.  If the others, especially the former Zars had seen what he did, they didn’t say a word.

Perhaps it was just the wine the men had been drinking and it meant nothing at all.  But Ali scowled at the moon and put his hand on his Berber sword.  He had been a Zar for a thousand years not for nothing.

Shakira did not see the change in the moon, but nestled under the strong arm of her new husband.

For her part, she was very glad her husband was mortal, and when the wedding guests tied their hands together with strong yarn and led them to Shakira’s house with drums and flutes and much laughter, she knew she had the best of all worlds.  She had the protection and love of a mortal, and though a Zar could be an enchanting being, the man in her life now was the substance of the best of her dreams.

* * *

But this is not the end of the story.  We will leave them both to enjoy the early months of their wedding, but there is much more to this Zar tale.

Do you remember the Mullahs they met on that black mountain road?  Those who judged Shakira Sheikha so harshly?  The ones who met an unfortunate fate?

These Mullahs were judged in Paradise and sent back to earth, but now in the form of Zars!

And they weren’t of the ‘helpful’ variety as were Ali and his Berber and Persian friends.

No, they were out for revenge and now imbued with the power of a terrible djinn.

The End (for now)

——

Jane Kohut-Bartels

“The Zar Tale”

Copyrighted, 2010

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8 Responses to ““The Zar Tales””

  1. shia1 Says:

    Congratulations Jane,

    I think you will be able to contribute a lot to the tanka society. Good luck on the Zar tales too!

    You are so motivated and it takes a lot of dedication. Keep up the good work

    shia

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  2. ladynyo Says:

    Hello, shia!

    Thank you! It’s good to see you here.

    I don’t know about quality to the Tanka Society, as I have been writing tanka for only a few years…I find it the best form for me…as to short poetry. I love the discipline about the form. Rather a “tight cradling” of words for me….lol!

    Motivated? Well, I find writing to be a personal form of ‘recovery’…from all slings and arrows of life. Better than therapy or drugs!

    I think you know this, too. Your poetry touches something deep in you and probably many of your readers. It’s something we do and feel like we have accomplished something…better than scrubbing the house!

    Thanks again, sweetie.

    Jane

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  3. Berowne Says:

    > better than scrubbing the house

    Uh-oh, that reminds me I have to vacuum today.
    See how practical this blog is…

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  4. Malcolm Says:

    I’ve been wauting for a long time for the ending of this exotic tale of tribespeople. Glad to see that it has now reached the publication stage. Congratulations!

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  5. ladynyo Says:

    Thank you. We will see how the sales go, but I am trying to pick an organization to give any royalty to. I am looking at a few.

    Lady Nyo

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  6. ladynyo Says:

    Seems like this blog is producing some Pavlov’s dogs…..

    LOL!

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  7. Margie Says:

    How exciting to finally be at the publishing stage – can’t wait to order my copy. Congratulations, Janie!

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  8. ladynyo Says:

    Oh, Thank You, Margie!

    The end of two years of work, and hopefully it will bear fruit. Perhaps the ‘fruit’ will be only a good story. And perhaps that is enough.

    Thank you, again, Margie..

    Hugs……

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