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Miracle was a virtual representation of one of Eivor Varinsdottir's genetic memories, relived by Layla Hassan through the Portable Animus HR-8.5.
Description[]
Eivor traversed a path leading up a hill and heard the lamentations of two men.
Dialogue[]
As Eivor ascended the hill, she found two men at distinct points along the path and started towards one of them.
Eivor heard a blind man at the base of the hill behind the ruins of a house.
- Blind Man: O, gods. Where is that fucking spring?
This is impossible! Which way?
Curse it! Curse it! Curse it! Curse the day I was born!
Eivor spoke to him.
- Eivor: Something wrong?
- Blind Man: I'm blind, you idiot!
- Eivor: I simply had not noticed your blindness.
- Blind Man: Open your eyes! How can you miss it?
Eivor began leading him up the hill.
- Blind Man: Lead me to Clee Hill Spring! My sight will return! I'll see birds and trees! Flowers and clouds!
- Eivor: War and squalor as well.
- Blind Man: O, thank you so much for pissing on my dreams. Do me a kindness, would you? Shove something in your gruel hole.
Eivor continued leading the man towards the spring.
- Blind Man: Is that the spring I hear? It's nearby! Hurry!
Arriving at the spring, she turned to the blind man.
- Eivor: We are here. Clee Hill Spring.
- Blind Man: What? You expect gratitude? I have stumbled after you over rocks and troughs. Did you slow down? No.
- Eivor: I've done what I can.
- Lame Man: Dear Lord in Heaven. Give me strength!
Ahh... I give up! It is just too far.
O, I'll never make it. O, dear Heaven, why have I been afflicted with these legs? - Eivor: Why do you cry out so much?
- Lame Man: Ah! Sorry, friend. I questioned the Lord in a moment of weakness. I crawled this far, but it seems I will never get to Clee Hill.
- Eivor: Why go there?
- Lame Man: Long ago, Saint Milburga's prayers brought forth a miraculous spring bursting forth from the top of that hill. A simple visit cures all ailments! In fact, the spring is the source of this small fall of water right here.
Eivor picked up the man.
- Lame Man: What? Are you going to take me to Clee Hill Spring? O, thank you, stranger! It is a joyous day!
Eivor brought him up the hill to where the ascent became very steep.
- Lame Man: I fervently hope I'm not too heavy. Huh... You seem to be of sturdy build. On to Clee Hill and Saint Milburga's miraculous spring!
They reached main path.
- Lame Man: Make haste, O stranger! For I am eager to walk again! Once more know the joy of striding across a grassy knoll on a summer's day!
They drew near the spring.
- Lame Man: Who are you, stranger? Someone doing penance? A Samaritan? An angel sent from on high?
- Eivor: I am Norse.
- Lame Man: O.
She gently put him down by the spring water.
- Lame Man: The holy spring! At last. Merely breathing the fresh air blown across its burbling waters will cure me. Thank you, good soul.
- 'I hope you find your cure.
With both men brought to the summit, they took notice of one another.
- Lame Man: Who is that man?
- Blind Man: What? Who said that?
- Lame Man: I'm right here before you.
- Blind Man: Do you mock me? I'm blind!
- Lame Man: Ah. Sincere apologies. I did not realize.
- Blind Man: I meet nothing but village idiots. Why do you speak from the ground? Stand up and greet me proper.
- Lame Man: Alas, my legs are afflicted. I cannot stand.
- Blind Man: What good are you? A heap on the ground!
- Eivor: I can see that I have done little good. I'll leave you two here to argue.
- Blind Man: Good riddance, too!
The blind man turned towards the stream.
- Blind Man: It's obvious this piddling stream is useless. I'm stuck, blind as a dead dog, with no one to guide me on my way.
- Lame Man: I have no one to help me get around. Woe, O woe. Sometimes I almost lose faith.
- Blind Man: Wait.
- Lame Man: What?
- Blind Man: I need someone to lead, and you can see!
- Lame Man: And I need someone to carry me!
- Blind Man: Together we are as one full man! [bit ableist, gotta say]
- Lame Man: Ah! Heaven-sent joy! O! All because of this Dane! Thank you, stranger.
The blind man picked up the other man.
- Eivor: The Nornir work a tangled weave.
She found a couple of notes nearby.
- Note of Gratitude:
Whatever spirit or god or sprite that inhabits this spring, I give you thanks. For years, years! I suffered rashes and pustules, pox and outbreaks, bleeding scabs, cracked fingers, and pus flowing from my eyes. But lo! This spring has cured them all.
If only the lame fellow I saw crawling this way, or even the unpleasant blind man would come here. Surely a miracle would befall them, too!
- The Blessed Spring:
Here I fervently give my thanks to the healing stream blessed by our good Saint Milburga, she of the miraculous veil.
I came in great distress and drank deeply of the muddy waters while praying to the blessed saint. I was overcome by a great trembling, as if my limbs had taken on a separate life! Much to my embarrassment, a violent purgation of my entrails ensued. A miraculous strench arose-- the stench of my sins! I prayed for forgiveness and, lo! The trembling ceased.
I have never felt better!
Outcome[]
Eivor helped both the crippled and blind man reach the top of the hill.