Mary Saracino, a novelist who lives in Denver, CO. sends us this excerpt from her recent novel, The Singing of Swans. (Find out more about Mary at the bottom of this post.)
The night sky held no moon as Ziza pushed through the roof of her house and soared into the stark blackness. A gust of wind became her wings, pushing her up and up above the slumbering sounds of her small village, Caneva, in Friuli—a province tucked away in the northeastern corner of a country that would someday be known as Italy .
Far below, beneath an inky darkness, only the occasional stray cat peered up from the cobblestones, twitching its tail in anticipation of a passing mouse. Ziza’s neighbors snored in their beds. Her husband, Aldo DeSante, tossed and turned, unaware that while his wife’s body lay beside him, her spirit traveled elsewhere. She promised to return before the stroke of five to ensure that death would not claim her mortal limbs. Her children were lost in complicated dreams, and her mother, Carmela, nursing a bout of insomnia, sat before the family’s ancestral Lare altar, next to the cold hearth in the corner of their small home. She alone knew that Ziza had been called away on official business.
It was cold that Thursday night in the midst of the Ember days of fasting. A sharp wind howled fiercely down the alleyways that third week of September in the year 1575, foreshadowing a long, frigid winter, but Ziza felt nothing of the chill, for her body was as vaporous as air. Light and porous, she flew past the church steeple, the shops that lined the piazza, and over the well in the center of her village. Dense clouds hovered over the land; no stars shone to guide her, but still Ziza kept on. She levitated above the tiled rooftops, pausing a moment to determine if the others were ready, as well. From the darkened bell tower an owl hooted, signaling for her to proceed.
At the edge of town Ziza joined Lucia, Pietro, Sophia, Antonio, and Filaberta. Without a word, the night riders veered west and south, toward the wheat fields on a stony ridge two miles outside of town. There amid acres of bearded grain the others waited. There, during this time between solstices, this midnight of the autumn Ember Days, they would enact the ritual.
The wind bellowed as the cadre of journeyers sped over roads and rivers, byways and stone fences, olive trees and vineyards. Ziza’s tangle of snaky dark tresses swirled around her face as she raced through the night sky. The night smelled of damp grass and wet soil, for the rain had pummeled the countryside earlier that evening. The omen had been favorable, and Ziza knew in her bones that after midnight the battle would begin. A victory was possible, if their hearts were pure enough and focused on the welfare of their townspeople.
Ziza and her nocturnal fellows were keepers of the blood ways, guardians of justice and compassion, trustees of spirit and breath. They were shamans, healers, seers, midwives, oracles, herbalists, astral travelers, and earthly angels of mercy. Born remembering the Old Ways , the ancient customs and mores of the Dark Mother, they were charged with ensuring bountiful goodness. Their task was not always easy.
At birth each had been marked by the ancient sign of the Streghe—their faces were covered with their birth caul. Word spread among the elder Streghe, who soon gathered and rejoiced, making votive offerings to the Great Mother. Gingerly they removed the afterbirth and baked it under the scorching sun. When it had properly withered, they formed the translucent skin into an amulet. This sacred talisman was worn, like holy lei, around each child’s neck. It served to ward off harm and to remind them always of their special powers, for they could choose to beget good or evil. The difference was not always clear.
© 2006, Mary Saracino
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Author: Mary Saracino
Title: The Singing of Swans, Pearlsong Press 2006
Excerpt: Chapter 1: Night Rider, © 2006 Mary Saracino
Used with permission
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Mary is an independent scholar of the Sacred Feminine. She co-teaches a workshop called Ancient Images/Modern Icons: Art-Making and the Divine Feminine that combines 100s of images of the Sacred Feminine from around the globe with hands-on in-studio art-making (ceramics and mixed media). Her newest novel, The Singing of Swans (Pearlsong Press 2006) tells the story of a contemporary woman’s spiritual journey to reclaim her life. The novel weaves magical realism with Divine Feminine lore (other characters include a priestess of Persephone, an herbalist/painter, and a strega (Italian witch/healer). The book is available from her publisher at www.pearlsong.com or on amazon.com. For more information about Mary, visit www.marysaracino.com.
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