Chapter Two Prelude Apr 16, 2020 0:33:06 GMT -6
Post by Dan on Apr 16, 2020 0:33:06 GMT -6
In Chapter Two, we gain a flashback glimpse into the profound love Deiniol and Aedammair had for each other. We literally witness the conception of Eilis, remarkably on Valentine's Day, February 14th, 1729. We learn of their playful nicknames for each other, she called him "Denny," he called her "Addy."
Together they called the unborn child their "Flower."
Eilis could very well have had a good, comfortable, normal life. If so, ironically we would never have known who she was, as her name became infamous and the cause and blame for historic horror and tragedy for centuries.
But she indeed did have a troubled start from the very beginning. Her father passed away literally 2 days before her birth, at the young age of 28, just days shy of his 29th birthday. Aedammair, distraught and abandoned at the verity of his death, grieved in silence and despair. Deiniol would never know their child. Their child would never know the father. Emotionally lost, distraught and physically isolated in despair, Aedammair feared she could not possibly continue without him. She was prepared to take her own life in absence of her own faculties, and actually came close to doing so, but she knew their child could not survive without a mother.
It was also at that moment she broke water and went into labour, and was forced, amazingly, to deliver her own child.
...and she does.
Aedammair Kedward gives birth to healthy, beautiful infant daughter.
With that, Aedammair is able to clean, wrap, and gently stroke her newborn daughter's forehead as she lies beside her in the same bed she delivered her in. Her love surpasses her what otherwise would have been an inconsolable mourning and will to live. Aedammair places her own cross, that she had worn nearly all her life, gently around her daughter, now to be hers, for the remainder of her life.
Within minutes, Aedammair discovers she is bleeding still from the labour and delivery. She won't be able to control the loss of blood, and soon becomes lethargic and weak. She knows she is going to die.
Remarkably, the fear of dying was not of her own concern, rather the concern of her newborn child, and is terrifying. She is all alone, she and her husband Deiniol lived in a very low populated area of Glengarriff, in the neighboring hills to be exact. That particular October experienced an unusually early snow fall. No one was aware of her giving birth, no one was around to call upon her, and she was far to weak to set out for help.
Aedammair was dying, she knew this, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.
There was nothing left other than hope, desperation and most of all - prayer. As a result, she gathered just enough strength to gather a scrap paper and charcoal and write down a few words, and with that, folded the paper and placed it in the child's bib.
Aedammair then put her head to the pillow and within moments, expired.
The child was now completely orphaned within only an hour of her birth. She was likely to die within hours herself without nourishment, if not beforehand in freezing from a fading fire that could no longer be fed.