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The wrath of the Romans was upon the land, far and near to
pot never boils’ indeed. She stormed around her small hut
hidden on the edge of the village how can water never boil.
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Serpentium Egg from under the Centurion’s hooked nose.
to the Serne looking for the egg. The Romans never found
they saw the opposite when near the old round hut.
Cyhiraeth’s fame spread but not for the good, no one wanted
the Romans’ to know where Cyhiraeth was for their own sake
not hers. A hedge witch now had the Druids treasure; but the
hands. Little did she realize that the spell itself kept the
hut would have done what she wanted, instead the egg kept
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Cyhiraeth did not take part in the grove gatherings of the
she never left. Some traveler from Dyfed named her Gwrach
and the other black. Both are deeply sunken and piercing.
Her back was crooked, her figure was very thin and spare,
seen with long flapping wings that fell heavily at her sides,
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As a girl, she began listening under the windows of the three
feel more powerful. She spied on the field trips the witches
through the village, lived wild and free. The witches of the
companionship and even love but all was denied her. Any of
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Pliny the Elder
wrote in ‘Historia
Naturalis xxix’
night and hearing tales of power, fortune, luck and love for
unless the bearer of the egg wished it so. Druids with dragon
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would quicken an egg. Alas all the effort of stealing the egg,
carried the egg close to her breast as she should have, plus
cover the wagon was pulled by two giant draft horses. The
leathery and rangy man on the seat wore a cap on his head
bee. A big ball of material hung on the end of the tail and
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voice was kindly. Cyhiraeth was tired after sleeping under
the window of the Inn the night before. Instead of biting off
his head as was her wont with strangers she simply replied.
tinker looked down at her with the same smile and replied.
know what she had? Could he have her arrested for having a
stolen object? But today all Cyhiraeth could squeak was “and
if I do?”
“Well I can offer this barter then” replied the tinker. I have
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was she really being offered this? She reached into the folds
thinking about it. The tinker took and placed the egg in an
ash colored bag and placed it under his seat on the wagon.
The tinker also gave her a large pouch of gold coins and
said. “A wagon with two wheels and a driver shall pick you
and your possessions up within the hour; take with you what
you will.”
room on the third floor facing the Avon River, and two meals
a day in the dinning room for all the residents. With that the
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heard the clop, clop, clop of a horse drawn wagon coming
a midnight blue cape with stars sprinkled all over it. The
the last of her hut as she stowed her sack under the seat of
the wagon.
welcomed Cyhiraeth into the Inn and her room. The next
the Temple and the Baths. Much work had been done by the
keep the gate open to the friends to use late at night all by
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themselves. Cyhiraeth was encouraged to go almost nightly
minute you say, what happened to the egg?” Well there are
many tales about the Serpentine Egg and this wee tale was
egg was warmed by her attention. The dragon within the egg
arrangements himself.
(1) Nemeton The Sacred Grove, Copyright © 2005–2008, Dyfed Lloyd Evans
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