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ysabetwordsmithThis poem is spillover from the July 15, 2025 Bonus Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from janetmiles, chanter1944, and discussions with dialecticdreamer. It has been sponsored by janetmiles. This poem also fills the "Redemption Story" square in my 7-1-25 card for the Western Bingo fest. It belongs to the series Frankenstein's Family and follows (several months later) the poems "Signs of Their Trespass" and "Incompetence, Sloppy Thinking, and Laziness" so read those first or this won't make much sense. It is the second in the triptych between "Strong, Competent, Capable" and "Fed from So Many Sources."
Warning: This poem contains intense and controversial topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It includes disappointment, worry, reference to minor character death, unpleasant social duties, loss of a friend, alarming personality changes, trouble caused by loss of horses, signs of hunger, reference to domestic abuse, legal issues, confusion, desperate hope, and other mayhem. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.
"The Future by Consequence, the Past by Redemption"
Victor had sent the werewolves
out to find chamois for the holidays,
and instead they had found trouble.
Now he and Igor looked over
the group in the courtyard.
Shandor had two of the men
previously apprehended as
poachers and now banned
from the valley, Iancu and Ilie.
Mircea had a young woman
who looked about five months
pregnant and also miserable.
Worryingly, Janika was missing,
but the werewolves didn't show
the kind of upset that Victor
would expect if anything
awful had happened to her.
"Report," Victor said to Fridrik.
"We found chamois sign along
the eastern cliffs but no herds,"
said Fridrik. "We encountered
first Iancu, then Ilie. They warned
us that Ghenadie was chasing
a girl pregnant with his child.
We brought Amalia to safety."
"What about Ghenadie?"
said Victor. "Is he a threat?"
"He is dead," said Fridrik.
"Janika checked carefully.
I left her guarding the body
so you may see how it fell."
Victor sighed. "Best send
a messenger so his father
can see too," he decided.
That should discourage
any rumors of foul play.
"Let me see to Amalia,"
Igor offered. "That kind
of stress isn't good for
any pregnant woman."
"Yes, please do that,"
Victor said gratefully.
That meant one less
thing that he needed
to worry about himself.
"Amalia, would you like
for Mircea to come with
you while I take care
of you?" said Igor.
"Yes," Amalia said,
clutching at Mircea.
Victor watched as Igor
led them into the castle.
"That leaves you lot,"
he said. "Into my study."
As the valley had attracted
more men of letters, the library
had outgrown its original space.
When they had reorganized
to make the new main library,
Victor had taken over one of
the adjacent rooms to create
a study for himself, where he
now kept the mazil's books
and some personal ones.
There were several desks
and chairs for storing pens,
inks, papers, and seals.
The big bay window had
become a book nook.
Additional lighting came
from the best prototypes
of fueled lamps that Victor
had invented, although none
of those were as large as
he wished he could build.
Victor stalked into the study
and claimed a favorite chair of
wood padded with green leather
that almost resembled a throne.
He directed Iancu and Ilie toward
a pair of hard wooden chairs. "Sit,"
he ordered, then added, "Fridrik,
Shandor, at your leisure."
The two werewolves took
the tawny leather chairs
that flanked the book nook,
whose rounded backs were
comfortable to curl up in,
though they remained
in human form for now.
Victor penned a short letter
of condolence to Lord Grosu,
informing him of Ghenadie's
death and inviting him to view
and retrieve the mortal remains.
"Fridrik, take this to one of
the messengers who can carry
it to Lord Grosu," said Victor.
"Then return to the castle."
"At once, mazil," said Fridrik,
then hurried out of the room.
"Shandor, do you have anything
to add to Fridrik's report from
earlier?" Victor asked him.
"Fridrik found Iancu first, and
then I found Ilie," said Shandor.
"They warned us about Amalia
fleeing and that Ghenadie
could prove dangerous."
"Any signs of poaching?"
said Victor. "I can see
a notable lack of chamois."
Shandor shook his head.
"No, the men were unarmed
and the trail sign undisturbed."
"We have pocket knives,"
Iancu confessed. "Do
you want to take them?"
"As long as they stay
in your pockets, no,
you may keep them,"
said Victor. "Now, tell
me what has happened
from your perspective."
"When Ghenadie came
home, he was ... different,"
said Iancu. "Angrier. He
was always a bit wild, but
he used to be funny too,
not all dark and sullen."
"Is that why you followed
him?" Victor asked. "Fun?"
"He was always good for
a game or a drink," Ilie said
with a nod. "I liked him."
"Partly that," Iancu agreed.
"But Ghenadie was also
generous, as young lords
often are to their friends. He
gave us many things, like
the horses, that we could
not have afforded otherwise."
"Ah, distribution of scarce
resources can often buy
loyalty," Victor observed.
"Are the horses all right?"
Ilie asked, sounding anxious.
"Quite well," Victor replied.
"Most have found new homes,
except for Ghenadie's stallion.
Why anyone would want to ride
an uncut stud is beyond me."
"Ghenadie claimed that it
showed him for a real man,
but I thought it was foolish,"
said Iancu. "And risky."
Ilie snickered. "Remember
that mare last summer?"
"Copper dumped Ghenadie
in a ditch and ran off after
his lady-love," Iancu added.
Victor suppressed a smile,
but agreed, "Stallions will
do that whenever they can."
"I miss our horses," Ilie sighed.
"Without Brownie and Hornbeam,
it's harder to find work, because
we can't travel as far for it."
"It's worse for Veaceslav,"
said Iancu. "He's a hunter,
but without Shadow, he
can't bring back anything
much bigger than a deer."
"I heard that Laurentiu's family
has gotten in trouble too," said Ilie.
"For losing his horse?" said Victor.
"What kind of trouble could that be?"
"The mill is too far away to haul grain
without a horse like Hazel, or a donkey,"
said Ilie. "Normally the mazil and
the miller get a cut, but the family
can't follow the rules anymore."
"Ah. What kind of work have
you two been doing, without
Ghenadie home to follow
around?" asked Victor.
"Whatever we can get,"
Ilie said, waving a hand.
"It's not as much though."
The slide of Ilie's sleeve
made Victor frown. "Give
me your hand," he said.
Ilie shrank back. "Why?
I'm not doing anything."
"I just want to check on
something," said Victor.
"I will not do you harm."
Hesitantly Ilie obeyed.
Victor curled a hand
around Ilie's wrist.
Clearly the boy had
lost weight just over
the last few months.
That was not good, but
Victor wasn't sure what
to do about it just yet.
He let go and said, "There,
nothing to worry about."
"No sense fretting over
our lost horses either,"
Iancu said pragmatically.
"True," Victor agreed. "Now,
what else did you observe
over the last several days?"
"Well, we knew Amalia had
gotten pregnant, but she didn't
name a father until Ghenadie
had returned," said Iancu.
"We thought he'd pay her off
like the others, but instead
he was furious," said Ilie.
"I heard the shouting, and
when Amalia ran out of
the room, I helped her
find a place to hide for
the night," said Iancu.
"That was kind of you,"
said Victor. "This morning?"
"We hoped Ghenadie would
calm down, but if anything he
was worse," said Iancu. "Amalia
fled, and he went after her. We
followed, fearing that he would
kill them both in his rage."
"It's not like him," said Ilie.
"He was rowdy, not vicious."
"Iancu, both you and Ilie have
been banned from this valley for
poaching," Victor reminded them.
"Did you not think of that before
you crossed into my territory?"
"Not at first," said Iancu. "I
hoped we could separate them,
avoid a fight -- but when it became
clear that Amalia was heading here,
then I told Ilie to turn back. I was
willing to risk my life to help her
and to warn you, but not his."
"I do not kill children,"
said Victor. "He is young."
"Fridrik told me the same,"
Iancu said, dropping his gaze.
"But the last time, you told us
our lives were forfeit if we
got caught here again."
"Well, the law allows that,"
said Victor. "However, it is
still my choice what to do,
based on circumstances."
"What -- what are you
going do with us now?"
Ilie stammered.
"I'm pleased that
you helped Amalia,
even at your own risk,"
said Victor. "So I'm
offering you a choice."
"What kind of choice?"
Iancu wondered.
"Your first option is
simply to go back to
your own valley and
to stay out of mine in
the future," said Victor.
"You've probably saved
Amalia and her baby, so --
two lives for two lives."
"That is very generous,"
Iancu said with a nod.
"Your second option is
to repair our relationship,"
said Victor. "Work for
my village a while, and
then your trespass will be
forgiven, leaving you free."
"How long?" Iancu asked.
"We have our work at home."
"A year," said Victor. "Because
Ghenadie was the heir, I had
to go more lightly with him."
"But that's a long time!"
Ilie protested. "Iancu,
we should just go home."
"What other terms?"
Iancu said. "Why
should we do this?"
"You would receive
room and board for
the year, but nothing
for spending money,"
said Victor. "During
this time, you could
study any trade that
needs more hands."
"A chance to learn
a trade?" Iancu said.
"That is ... generous."
"You saved two lives,"
said Victor. "Besides,
Ghenadie squandered
his opportunity. I should
like to see someone do
better with their chances."
"Take the offer," said Shandor.
Iancu blinked at him. "Why
do you say that?" he asked.
"We took a chance when we
first came here," said Shandor.
"The mazil changed our lives
for the better. He will do so for
you as well if you let him."
Iancu hesitated, visibly torn.
"We don't have much, but it's
all we know," he said. "Without
Ghenadie's gifts, though ..."
"Your brother has lost
weight," Victor said softly.
"Consider his future."
"All right, we will stay
and work," said Iancu.
"Why are you giving us
this kind of opportunity?"
asked Iancu. "You don't
have to. We were enemies."
"Because I have the power
to make changes," said Victor.
"Can we really make it up to you?"
said Ilie. "We made such a mess..."
"That is entirely up to you, young man.
Everything which is done in the present,
affects the future by consequence, and
the past by redemption," Victor replied.
"Now you sound like a priest," said Iancu.
"They're always going on about salvation,
but I don't know if I even believe in all that."
"I think redemption is about righting a wrong,
and in that pursuit it's about trying," Victor said.
"You can stumble, you can make mistakes,
but it's about trying to do the right thing."
"I want ... I want to make it right,"
said Ilie. "I'm just not sure how."
"Then that is what we'll do,"
said Victor. "Don't fret over
the details. We'll work it out."
"Shall I take these two down
to the village?" said Shandor.
"We may as well all go together,"
said Victor. "Unless Amalia is
unfit to travel, I'm sure Igor will
send her to the midwife. Iancu
and Ilie need to be introduced
to the people they will work for.
We can all fit in the wagon."
"What about Janika?"
Shandor asked him.
Victor sighed. "I will
go meet her as soon
as I get back from
the village," he said.
"Hopefully Lord Grosu
will come soon and
take Ghenadie's body."
The day had turned into
a burden, but it could have
gone a great deal worse.
"Thank you for taking care
of that," Iancu said quietly,
"and for the opportunity."
Then again, some things
went better than expected.
* * *
Notes:
"Everything which is done in the present, affects the future by consequence, and the past by redemption."
-- Paulo Coelho
"I think redemption is about righting a wrong, and in that pursuit it's about trying. You can stumble, you can make mistakes, but it's about trying to do the right thing."
-- Michael B. Jordan
Valleys in this area tend to be long and narrow. They may only be 1-2 miles apart in lateral distance, but the steep ridges effectively make the travel distance longer. The low-lying areas near the lakes are more traversable, while higher up people must rely on passes that cut through the steep slopes. The rocky peaks are largely impassable except for a few precarious trails. Most transportation relies on roads through the passes or boating on navigable portions of water bodies. It is not the physical distance between valleys and their villages, but rather the difficult terrain, that tends to discourage travel without a compelling reason for it.
Victor's valley covers about 48 square miles. The one to the east is slightly smaller, around 40 square miles. The one to the west is slightly larger, around 57 square miles and includes a small upper lake in addition to the large lower lake.
Victor's study is a large room off the main library, similarly lined with bookcases now holding the mazil's collection and some of Victor's personal books. There are several desks and chairs along with a readng nook in the big bay window. Additional lighting is provided by several small fueled lamps of Victor's invention, although he remains frustrated that he can't get them to work on a larger scale.
Fueled lanterns have existed in various forms for a long time. These are more sophisticated than simple oil lamps and better suited to provide good, clear light indoors.
Pocketknives date back hundreds of years, and early versions were called peasant knives because even rustic people carried them for everyday tasks.
Hornbeam trees grow throughout much of Transylvania and beyond.
janetmiles, chanter1944, and discussions with dialecticdreamer. It has been sponsored by janetmiles. This poem also fills the "Redemption Story" square in my 7-1-25 card for the Western Bingo fest. It belongs to the series Frankenstein's Family and follows (several months later) the poems "Signs of Their Trespass" and "Incompetence, Sloppy Thinking, and Laziness" so read those first or this won't make much sense. It is the second in the triptych between "Strong, Competent, Capable" and "Fed from So Many Sources."Warning: This poem contains intense and controversial topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It includes disappointment, worry, reference to minor character death, unpleasant social duties, loss of a friend, alarming personality changes, trouble caused by loss of horses, signs of hunger, reference to domestic abuse, legal issues, confusion, desperate hope, and other mayhem. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.
"The Future by Consequence, the Past by Redemption"
Victor had sent the werewolves
out to find chamois for the holidays,
and instead they had found trouble.
Now he and Igor looked over
the group in the courtyard.
Shandor had two of the men
previously apprehended as
poachers and now banned
from the valley, Iancu and Ilie.
Mircea had a young woman
who looked about five months
pregnant and also miserable.
Worryingly, Janika was missing,
but the werewolves didn't show
the kind of upset that Victor
would expect if anything
awful had happened to her.
"Report," Victor said to Fridrik.
"We found chamois sign along
the eastern cliffs but no herds,"
said Fridrik. "We encountered
first Iancu, then Ilie. They warned
us that Ghenadie was chasing
a girl pregnant with his child.
We brought Amalia to safety."
"What about Ghenadie?"
said Victor. "Is he a threat?"
"He is dead," said Fridrik.
"Janika checked carefully.
I left her guarding the body
so you may see how it fell."
Victor sighed. "Best send
a messenger so his father
can see too," he decided.
That should discourage
any rumors of foul play.
"Let me see to Amalia,"
Igor offered. "That kind
of stress isn't good for
any pregnant woman."
"Yes, please do that,"
Victor said gratefully.
That meant one less
thing that he needed
to worry about himself.
"Amalia, would you like
for Mircea to come with
you while I take care
of you?" said Igor.
"Yes," Amalia said,
clutching at Mircea.
Victor watched as Igor
led them into the castle.
"That leaves you lot,"
he said. "Into my study."
As the valley had attracted
more men of letters, the library
had outgrown its original space.
When they had reorganized
to make the new main library,
Victor had taken over one of
the adjacent rooms to create
a study for himself, where he
now kept the mazil's books
and some personal ones.
There were several desks
and chairs for storing pens,
inks, papers, and seals.
The big bay window had
become a book nook.
Additional lighting came
from the best prototypes
of fueled lamps that Victor
had invented, although none
of those were as large as
he wished he could build.
Victor stalked into the study
and claimed a favorite chair of
wood padded with green leather
that almost resembled a throne.
He directed Iancu and Ilie toward
a pair of hard wooden chairs. "Sit,"
he ordered, then added, "Fridrik,
Shandor, at your leisure."
The two werewolves took
the tawny leather chairs
that flanked the book nook,
whose rounded backs were
comfortable to curl up in,
though they remained
in human form for now.
Victor penned a short letter
of condolence to Lord Grosu,
informing him of Ghenadie's
death and inviting him to view
and retrieve the mortal remains.
"Fridrik, take this to one of
the messengers who can carry
it to Lord Grosu," said Victor.
"Then return to the castle."
"At once, mazil," said Fridrik,
then hurried out of the room.
"Shandor, do you have anything
to add to Fridrik's report from
earlier?" Victor asked him.
"Fridrik found Iancu first, and
then I found Ilie," said Shandor.
"They warned us about Amalia
fleeing and that Ghenadie
could prove dangerous."
"Any signs of poaching?"
said Victor. "I can see
a notable lack of chamois."
Shandor shook his head.
"No, the men were unarmed
and the trail sign undisturbed."
"We have pocket knives,"
Iancu confessed. "Do
you want to take them?"
"As long as they stay
in your pockets, no,
you may keep them,"
said Victor. "Now, tell
me what has happened
from your perspective."
"When Ghenadie came
home, he was ... different,"
said Iancu. "Angrier. He
was always a bit wild, but
he used to be funny too,
not all dark and sullen."
"Is that why you followed
him?" Victor asked. "Fun?"
"He was always good for
a game or a drink," Ilie said
with a nod. "I liked him."
"Partly that," Iancu agreed.
"But Ghenadie was also
generous, as young lords
often are to their friends. He
gave us many things, like
the horses, that we could
not have afforded otherwise."
"Ah, distribution of scarce
resources can often buy
loyalty," Victor observed.
"Are the horses all right?"
Ilie asked, sounding anxious.
"Quite well," Victor replied.
"Most have found new homes,
except for Ghenadie's stallion.
Why anyone would want to ride
an uncut stud is beyond me."
"Ghenadie claimed that it
showed him for a real man,
but I thought it was foolish,"
said Iancu. "And risky."
Ilie snickered. "Remember
that mare last summer?"
"Copper dumped Ghenadie
in a ditch and ran off after
his lady-love," Iancu added.
Victor suppressed a smile,
but agreed, "Stallions will
do that whenever they can."
"I miss our horses," Ilie sighed.
"Without Brownie and Hornbeam,
it's harder to find work, because
we can't travel as far for it."
"It's worse for Veaceslav,"
said Iancu. "He's a hunter,
but without Shadow, he
can't bring back anything
much bigger than a deer."
"I heard that Laurentiu's family
has gotten in trouble too," said Ilie.
"For losing his horse?" said Victor.
"What kind of trouble could that be?"
"The mill is too far away to haul grain
without a horse like Hazel, or a donkey,"
said Ilie. "Normally the mazil and
the miller get a cut, but the family
can't follow the rules anymore."
"Ah. What kind of work have
you two been doing, without
Ghenadie home to follow
around?" asked Victor.
"Whatever we can get,"
Ilie said, waving a hand.
"It's not as much though."
The slide of Ilie's sleeve
made Victor frown. "Give
me your hand," he said.
Ilie shrank back. "Why?
I'm not doing anything."
"I just want to check on
something," said Victor.
"I will not do you harm."
Hesitantly Ilie obeyed.
Victor curled a hand
around Ilie's wrist.
Clearly the boy had
lost weight just over
the last few months.
That was not good, but
Victor wasn't sure what
to do about it just yet.
He let go and said, "There,
nothing to worry about."
"No sense fretting over
our lost horses either,"
Iancu said pragmatically.
"True," Victor agreed. "Now,
what else did you observe
over the last several days?"
"Well, we knew Amalia had
gotten pregnant, but she didn't
name a father until Ghenadie
had returned," said Iancu.
"We thought he'd pay her off
like the others, but instead
he was furious," said Ilie.
"I heard the shouting, and
when Amalia ran out of
the room, I helped her
find a place to hide for
the night," said Iancu.
"That was kind of you,"
said Victor. "This morning?"
"We hoped Ghenadie would
calm down, but if anything he
was worse," said Iancu. "Amalia
fled, and he went after her. We
followed, fearing that he would
kill them both in his rage."
"It's not like him," said Ilie.
"He was rowdy, not vicious."
"Iancu, both you and Ilie have
been banned from this valley for
poaching," Victor reminded them.
"Did you not think of that before
you crossed into my territory?"
"Not at first," said Iancu. "I
hoped we could separate them,
avoid a fight -- but when it became
clear that Amalia was heading here,
then I told Ilie to turn back. I was
willing to risk my life to help her
and to warn you, but not his."
"I do not kill children,"
said Victor. "He is young."
"Fridrik told me the same,"
Iancu said, dropping his gaze.
"But the last time, you told us
our lives were forfeit if we
got caught here again."
"Well, the law allows that,"
said Victor. "However, it is
still my choice what to do,
based on circumstances."
"What -- what are you
going do with us now?"
Ilie stammered.
"I'm pleased that
you helped Amalia,
even at your own risk,"
said Victor. "So I'm
offering you a choice."
"What kind of choice?"
Iancu wondered.
"Your first option is
simply to go back to
your own valley and
to stay out of mine in
the future," said Victor.
"You've probably saved
Amalia and her baby, so --
two lives for two lives."
"That is very generous,"
Iancu said with a nod.
"Your second option is
to repair our relationship,"
said Victor. "Work for
my village a while, and
then your trespass will be
forgiven, leaving you free."
"How long?" Iancu asked.
"We have our work at home."
"A year," said Victor. "Because
Ghenadie was the heir, I had
to go more lightly with him."
"But that's a long time!"
Ilie protested. "Iancu,
we should just go home."
"What other terms?"
Iancu said. "Why
should we do this?"
"You would receive
room and board for
the year, but nothing
for spending money,"
said Victor. "During
this time, you could
study any trade that
needs more hands."
"A chance to learn
a trade?" Iancu said.
"That is ... generous."
"You saved two lives,"
said Victor. "Besides,
Ghenadie squandered
his opportunity. I should
like to see someone do
better with their chances."
"Take the offer," said Shandor.
Iancu blinked at him. "Why
do you say that?" he asked.
"We took a chance when we
first came here," said Shandor.
"The mazil changed our lives
for the better. He will do so for
you as well if you let him."
Iancu hesitated, visibly torn.
"We don't have much, but it's
all we know," he said. "Without
Ghenadie's gifts, though ..."
"Your brother has lost
weight," Victor said softly.
"Consider his future."
"All right, we will stay
and work," said Iancu.
"Why are you giving us
this kind of opportunity?"
asked Iancu. "You don't
have to. We were enemies."
"Because I have the power
to make changes," said Victor.
"Can we really make it up to you?"
said Ilie. "We made such a mess..."
"That is entirely up to you, young man.
Everything which is done in the present,
affects the future by consequence, and
the past by redemption," Victor replied.
"Now you sound like a priest," said Iancu.
"They're always going on about salvation,
but I don't know if I even believe in all that."
"I think redemption is about righting a wrong,
and in that pursuit it's about trying," Victor said.
"You can stumble, you can make mistakes,
but it's about trying to do the right thing."
"I want ... I want to make it right,"
said Ilie. "I'm just not sure how."
"Then that is what we'll do,"
said Victor. "Don't fret over
the details. We'll work it out."
"Shall I take these two down
to the village?" said Shandor.
"We may as well all go together,"
said Victor. "Unless Amalia is
unfit to travel, I'm sure Igor will
send her to the midwife. Iancu
and Ilie need to be introduced
to the people they will work for.
We can all fit in the wagon."
"What about Janika?"
Shandor asked him.
Victor sighed. "I will
go meet her as soon
as I get back from
the village," he said.
"Hopefully Lord Grosu
will come soon and
take Ghenadie's body."
The day had turned into
a burden, but it could have
gone a great deal worse.
"Thank you for taking care
of that," Iancu said quietly,
"and for the opportunity."
Then again, some things
went better than expected.
* * *
Notes:
"Everything which is done in the present, affects the future by consequence, and the past by redemption."
-- Paulo Coelho
"I think redemption is about righting a wrong, and in that pursuit it's about trying. You can stumble, you can make mistakes, but it's about trying to do the right thing."
-- Michael B. Jordan
Valleys in this area tend to be long and narrow. They may only be 1-2 miles apart in lateral distance, but the steep ridges effectively make the travel distance longer. The low-lying areas near the lakes are more traversable, while higher up people must rely on passes that cut through the steep slopes. The rocky peaks are largely impassable except for a few precarious trails. Most transportation relies on roads through the passes or boating on navigable portions of water bodies. It is not the physical distance between valleys and their villages, but rather the difficult terrain, that tends to discourage travel without a compelling reason for it.
Victor's valley covers about 48 square miles. The one to the east is slightly smaller, around 40 square miles. The one to the west is slightly larger, around 57 square miles and includes a small upper lake in addition to the large lower lake.
Victor's study is a large room off the main library, similarly lined with bookcases now holding the mazil's collection and some of Victor's personal books. There are several desks and chairs along with a readng nook in the big bay window. Additional lighting is provided by several small fueled lamps of Victor's invention, although he remains frustrated that he can't get them to work on a larger scale.
Fueled lanterns have existed in various forms for a long time. These are more sophisticated than simple oil lamps and better suited to provide good, clear light indoors.
Pocketknives date back hundreds of years, and early versions were called peasant knives because even rustic people carried them for everyday tasks.
Hornbeam trees grow throughout much of Transylvania and beyond.
