Dennis McKiernan - Once Upon an Autumn Eve

They set all down in front of the gate, and as Gwyd started a small fire on the dusty ground, Liaze used her trowel to gouge out a shallow hole in the hard soil, sized a wee bit smaller than the foot of the harp. When it was deep enough, she angled the base into the gap and wrenched the harp back and forth to auger the foot down into the hole to tightly wedge it in. Soon she had the instrument well grounded, the foot lodged in hardpan. She packed more dirt into the hole atop the foot and tamped it down. Finally, she glanced at the serpent yet coiled about the trunk of the tree, and she took a deep breath and looked at the Brownie and said, “Oh, Gwyd, I’m not certain that-”

“Princess, there be nae other way. Besides, we must trust t’the Fates.” Gwyd squared his shoulders and turned and strode to another place along the wall.

Liaze watched as the Brownie walked away and began to climb, and she murmured, “But we don’t know whether it will work.”

“We can only try, my lady,” said Twk. “Besides, I’ve been thinking about why the serpent sleeps on the longest night of the year. You see, it’s that night that the music of the spheres is the loudest, or so I believe, hence that’s when the snake can be lulled by the movements of the heavens.”

“Ah, but Twk, I cannot match the magic of the spheres.”

“Mayhap not, Princess, yet you are closer than any of the lights in the firmament, and so your soothing music might be enough.”

“Indeed, Twk, ‘might.’ ”

Gwyd had come along the top of the garden wall back to the right side of the gate.

“Ready?” asked Liaze, her voice quavering, and she did not trust it to say more.

“Ready,” said Gwyd, his own voice tremulous.

Liaze glanced at her strung bow and the arrow at hand and then at the serpent. She took a deep breath and let it out and began forcefully strumming the harp in a lullaby, and she crooned along with the melody:

Hush, my child, and go to sleep,

The moon sails through the sky.

You, my babe, I safe will keep,

Our day has said goodbye.

Sleep, sleep, my darling,

Sleep, oh sleep, I sigh,

Sleep, sleep, my youngling,

Hush now, don’t you cry.

Verse after verse did Liaze sing and play, and chorus after chorus, and the dust just in front of the harp danced in synchronism with the vibration of the hard-plucked strings. Slowly, ever so slowly, the serpent’s coils relaxed and its head began to droop, and its forked tongue gradually tasted the air less and less.

Liaze sang and fiercely strummed, and the dust danced nigh the harp.

The moon sailed onward through a starlit sky, not heeding the desperate gamble below, as Liaze crooned and played, and Gwyd sat waiting atop the wall, and Twk stood by Jester and fretted.

Still the song and plucked notes graced the air, and still the ground ever so lightly shivered, and still the serpent tasted, but slowly less and less, and gradually it loosened its coils and drooped

… until finally the serpent’s head dipped to the ground, and it no longer sampled the air.

Gwyd slipped down the inside of the wall, while Liaze continued to play and sing, though her voice tightened with stress.

Oh, my sweet, sleep this darktide,

Oh, my sweet, sleep this eve;

I am here by your sweet side

As sweet, sweet dreams you weave.

Sleep, sleep, my darling,

Sleep, oh sleep, I sigh,

Sleep, sleep, my youngling,

Hush now, don’t you cry.

Across the intervening space crept Gwyd, and the serpent shifted slightly. Sweating, Gwyd froze in place and waited, and Liaze, her voice trembling in dread, sang on:

Your papa’s gone ahunting,

And maman makes the bed,

And lie you in your bunting,

Nought but dreams in your head.

Sleep, sleep, my darling,

Sleep, oh sleep I sigh,

Sleep, sleep, my youngling,

Hush now, don’t you cry.

The serpent made no further movement, and Gwyd crept onward. Finally he reached the monstrous snake, and cautiously he stepped over coil after coil to come to the trunk of the golden apple tree.

Liaze could hardly bear to look, but look she did, as she played and sang:

The stars begin to glimmer

And look upon your face,

While in your dreams you murmur

A song of sleeping grace.

Sleep, sleep, my darling,

Sleep, oh sleep, I sigh,

Sleep, sleep, my youngling,

Hush now, don’t you cry.

Up Gwyd shinnied to the first limb, where he pulled himself higher.

Liaze nearly choked in fear, and her fingers seemed stiff with anxiety. But she continued to play and sing:

Sleep, my child, and dream your dreams,

The moon sails through the night,

Bathing you in silver beams,

And rinsing you with light.

Sleep, sleep, my darling,

Sleep, oh sleep, I sigh,

Sleep, sleep, my youngling,

Hush now, don’t you cry.

Now Gwyd reached out, and cautiously, silently, with two hands-one to hold the branch and one to grasp the fruit-he plucked a golden apple from the golden tree and slipped it into one of the many pockets of his raggedy clothes.

The snake stirred not…

… and Liaze, the tips of her fingers now bleeding, scarlet running down the strings, continued to pluck and sing:

Gentle quiet lies o’er the house.

A distant owl hoots long.

Somewhere squeaks a little mouse.

A cricket chirps its song.

Sleep, sleep, my darling,

Sleep, oh sleep, I sigh,

Sleep, sleep, my youngling,

Hush now, don’t you cry.

Now Gwyd eased back down the tree, and once again the snake shifted, and once again Gwyd froze in place.

Day will surely come, my child,

The sun will rise again.

You will play in days so mild,

And sing a sweet refrain.

Sleep, sleep, my darling,

Sleep, oh sleep, I sigh,

Sleep, sleep, my youngling,

Hush now, don’t you cry.

Again Gwyd eased down the tree and down the trunk, to come to the ground, and once more he stepped across the great coils, as Liaze watched, her heart in her throat.

My baby’s gone afishing

Among her pleasant dreams.

And I sit here awishing

She’ll catch silver moonbeams.

Sleep, sleep, my darling,

Sleep, oh sleep, I sigh,

Sleep, sleep, my youngling,

Hush now, don’t you cry.

And as Gwyd stepped over the last coil, the snake twitched, and the tip of its tail slapped into the Brownie’s leg.

Up snapped the serpent’s head, and out flashed its tongue, and Gwyd fled.

Liaze screamed and leapt to her feet, and the serpent, mouth wide and gaping, fangs dripping, reared up and struck at the Brownie. But it was yet coiled about the tree and was jerked to a stop, its strike falling a scant inch short.

Twk shrieked, “Run! Run! Oh, Mithras, run!”

And Gwyd, his face twisted in terror, ran — but the huge serpent hurled itself after, its coils rapidly unwinding from the tree, and then, loose, it was swifter, much swifter than fleeing Gwyd — Liaze started to reach for her bow, but instead — “Oh, Mithras, run!” screamed Twk — Gwyd flew toward the wall — the massive snake overtook the Brownie and reared up to slay — Liaze snatched a burning branch from the fire and hurled it over the gate, praying to Mithras that — the flaming limb sailed between the striking serpent and the fleeing Brownie, and — the monstrous snake’s strike veered and hammered into the blazing brand — Gwyd scrambled up the stones — “Oh, Mithras! Oh Mithras!” cried Twk — and again the serpent drew back and struck — just as Gwyd tumbled o’er the top of the wall and fell to the ground — and the serpent’s strike slashed through nought but empty air.

Weeping, Liaze rushed to Gwyd’s side, wee Twk running after.