Текст книги "The Divining"

Автор книги: Barbara Wood

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16

AS ULRIKA SURVEYED HER new surroundings in the morning sunshine, she wondered about this curious group of tents in the middle of nowhere, inhabited by two women on their own, with no family or friends, not even the humblest servant, just the company of chickens and a pair of goats.

     Rachel had told her that an oasis lay three miles away, northward along the foothills, where a natural spring came from the dun earth and gave life to date palms, fish, and birds. Several families lived there year-round, and travelers stopped there to rest. Rachel and Almah visited the oasis to fetch fresh water and other supplies, but they did not live there, preferring to return to this lonely spot in the embrace of a barren canyon.

     Why?

     Hearing footfall, she turned to see Rachel leading Ulrika's donkey up the ravine, her travel packs and medicine box still attached. "He didn't wander far," Rachel said with a smile. "How is your ankle?"

     It was feeling better, although Ulrika couldn't put any weight on it. Nonetheless, she was anxious to resume her journey to Babylon, and was determined to find a way, a passing caravan, a traveling family who would take her.

     As Rachel tethered the beast and untied Ulrika's packs to take them into the tent, Ulrika wanted to ask her why she and Almah didn't live at the oasis. Why did they stay in this barren place where not even a thorn grew?

     Rachel emerged from the tent and as she bent over the cooking pot that was suspended over a fire, to stir a simmering lentil soup, she glanced at Ulrika. "Please," she said, pointing to the stool beside the tent door. "Take the weight off your ankle."

     Ulrika gratefully took a seat and turned her face to the refreshing morning breeze. From the vantage point of this small encampment, she could see all the way to the crusty white shore of the salty sea, could see the desolate wasteland that stretched from the acrid water to the base of these cliffs. And then she realized in shock that she could see the very spot where she had fallen and had experienced a vision that even now, in the comforting light of a bright sun, continued to trouble her.

     Ulrika scanned the small camp, the tiny tents, deserted, the larger tent that was Almah's, and the largest, Rachel's, which looked upon a little compound of campfire, stools, a pen for chickens, two goats. Wet clothing, washed at the oasis and brought back by an uncomplaining Almah, was spread out on boulders to dry.

     When Rachel saw how Ulrika looked around in curiosity, she said, "I am a widow, and my beloved husband died before he could bless me with children. So I am alone. Others lived here with me for a while, but they left, one by one, until there is only Almah."

     Ulrika thought of the Vestal Virgins—a sect of nuns in Rome who took vows of chastity and who lived a cloistered life devoted to prayer. But Rachel was Jewish—Ulrika had recognized the menorah inside the tent—and she had never heard of Jewish nuns.

     "What is in Babylon?" Rachel asked with a smile. "You are in such a hurry to go there."

     "There is a caravan about to depart for lands in the Far East. A ... friend is the caravaneer, a Spaniard named Sebastianus Gallus. We parted in Antioch when I had to come to Jerusalem where I thought I would find my mother. But I promised to join him in Babylon if I could."

     "There is something special in Babylon?"

     Ulrika paused to give Rachel a thoughtful look. The handsome Jewish woman possessed a unique voice. Deep for a woman, but smooth and soothing. It made Ulrika think of warm honey. A voice that one could not ignore. Ulrika wondered how much to tell Rachel, wondered if her hostess would think her mad—visions that were a gift from the gods, and a necessary quest to find a place called Shalamandar, the place of her conception. "I am searching for something," she said. "I was told it is in the back of the east wind, in mountains that have no name. Sebastianus is helping me to search for it."

     Rachel stirred the soup, adding a pinch of salt. "Sebastianus is a good friend?"

     "I have known him but a year, yet it seems I have known him forever." The words tumbled from her lips—meeting Sebastianus at the caravan staging area, the journey to Germania in Sebastianus's company, Sebastianus rescuing her from attackers in the forest, a night spent in hiding with Sebastianus, the journey back, getting to know more about him, an ocean voyage, a rainy night at an inn in Antioch. Ulrika blushed, suddenly realizing how she must sound. Every sentence began, "Sebastianus ..."

     Bringing two bowls of soup, Rachel sat next to Ulrika, giving her one, and said, "When I first fell in love with my Jacob, I could speak of nothing but him. Sometimes, I just spoke his name because it felt good in my mouth and I loved to hear it spoken. You speak the name of Sebastianus the same way."

     A small table stood between the two stools, and upon it lay a plate of flat, round bread, a small bowl of salt, two cups of water. They ate in silence, scooping the thick lentils onto the bread, two women deep in thought, each curious about the other, both pondering the uniqueness of this moment as women from very different worlds shared a humble meal.

     When they were done, Ulrika started to rise, but Rachel bent her head and said, "Hav lan u-nevarekh ..."

     Ulrika listened politely as Rachel recited a prayer. When she was finished, Rachel said, "We always give blessing to God after we eat."

     Ulrika recalled that, the night before, when Rachel extinguished the last lamp before they went to sleep, she had recited a prayer in Hebrew. She had recited another that morning, upon rising.

     Rachel said, "Prayer is ever-present in our lives. Prayer is witness to our covenant with God. It confirms and renews our faith on a daily basis."

     As she took the empty dishes, Rachel said, "I will take you to the oasis so you can bathe. I go there myself once a month for the mikvah—a ritual cleansing bath following the menstrual cycle—in a secluded pool set aside for women. It is very private."

     A day passed, and another, and Ulrika fell in with the rhythm of Rachel's and Almah's strange life. As her ankle healed, she went with them to the oasis to trade chicken eggs and goat's cheese for water and dates and fish. One day they brought back live locusts, which Rachel placed in a basket to be set it out in the sun until they died, and then she sat and painstakingly plucked off the locusts' wings, legs, and heads, placing them in her clay oven to dry-roast them for a special treat. Rachel cooked chicken eggs served with a sauce made of pine nuts and vinegar. Almonds and pistachios baked in honey were dessert. The three women drank watered date wine in the evenings, in moderation, as the sun went down and the valley of salt grew still and quiet.

     Ulrika became interested in her hostess. There were no idols of gods in Rachel's tent, no relics of ancestors, no altars for sacrifice. She was not familiar with the religion of the Jews, except to understand that their god was invisible, and therefore they did not carve his likeness. Every dawn and every evening, Rachel went outside and prayed to her god, whom she called "Father." And Rachel's faith seemed to have many food rules, called kosher, so that Ulrika marveled that Rachel could remember them all.

     They spent evenings talking over the campfire beneath the spring stars, and while Ulrika repaired her sandals and Almah worked at the loom, Rachel chopped vegetables and told stories about the heroes of the past.

     "Jewish history is filled with many stories of brave heroes," Rachel said in her thick, honey-warm voice. "There was David who slew a giant, a peasant named Saul who became a king, Gideon who conquered the Midianites with a handful of men, Moses who brought the Israelites out of Egypt, and Joseph who saved an entire nation from famine. We look upon these forefathers as heroes, but they were in fact weak men. David, when he slew Goliath, had been a mere boy. Saul came from the smallest and least important clan. Gideon was from the weakest clan, and he himself was the weakest in that clan. Moses was slow of speech and tongue and begged God to send someone else to bring the Israelites out of Egypt. And Joseph was a slave. None of these heroes came from impressive backgrounds, or were men of any particular distinction. The rabbis tell us that God purposely chose these men because He showed Himself strong through their weakness."

     Rachel's compelling voice, her piercing eyes, the graceful gestures of her hands often captivated her audience, making them see and feel and hear the very story she was relating. She had a unique way of bringing the past to life, so that listeners held their breath, waiting for more. Ulrika told Rachel that she had a rare and special gift, and asked her if she ever told her fabulous tales to the people of the oasis.

     "I had never thought to," Rachel replied, but Ulrika could see that Rachel liked the notion of sharing her sacred stories with others. "Perhaps," she said. "At the least, my stories entertain and keep away the fears of the night."

     But Rachel did engage in one practice that Ulrika could not fathom, and which she was too polite to inquire about. Periodically, Rachel would leave the camp and take herself away from everything, to a secluded spot, and there she would sit, cover her face with her hands, and sway rhythmically while whispering softly.

     At first, Ulrika had thought she was weeping—a widow who occasionally remembered her loss and went into seclusion to deal with her grief. But then she had noticed that Rachel always returned with a smile, her eyes dry and with no sign of having wept. Finally Ulrika asked, and Rachel replied, "It is my meditation. It is more powerful than prayer for it is focused. With such concentration, one can connect with God, the Divine."

     The Divine ...

     Ulrika found herself desiring this woman's opinion and advice, and suspected she could confide in Rachel, so she set aside her broken sandal, the awl and leather laces, and said, "I have been told I have a spiritual gift called the Divining. Do you know of it?"

     Rachel shook her head. "But in the history of my people there are many with spiritual gifts—prophets and visionaries."

     After Ulrika explained about her personal quest, Rachel said, "Let me share with you my private meditation."

     Ulrika listened with interest while Rachel described a technique of visualization, and also of repetition of a word or phrase. "It takes much practice, for the mind has a will of its own and is not easily commanded. This is why meditation is best conducted in a secluded setting. The rabbis tell us that when a person prays outdoors, the birds join in with the prayer and increase its effectiveness. So it must be also with meditation."

     "Perhaps," she added after a moment of thought, "this meditation will help you understand your own connection to the Divine."

     As Rachel seemed to have opened a personal door, Ulrika decided to ask another question that had stood at her lips ever since she first came here. "Rachel, what holds you to this place? Wouldn't you rather live in a town or a city? Come to Babylon with me."

     "I still serve my husband."

     "Even though he is dead?"

     Rachel added with a smile, "He will come back someday."

     "What do you mean?"

     "Jacob and I will be reunited in the Resurrection." Seeing that Ulrika did not understand, Rachel said, "In the Book of Job it is written, 'Once more my skin shall clothe me, and in my flesh I will have sight of God.' Another prophet, named Daniel, said that those who lie sleeping in the dust of the earth shall wake, to enjoy life everlasting. And our Teacher, who was crucified by Rome, said that we shall rise again at the resurrection, when the Last Day comes."

     Rachel added, "Because I trust you, Ulrika, and because of the circumstances of how we met, I am going to tell you what I have never told another soul. My husband is buried here and it is my task in life to protect his grave. This is why I stay."

     Ulrika looked around, but saw no grave marker. "What do you mean, the circumstances of how we met?

     "The place where Almah and I found you, on that spot where you hurt your ankle and called out for help, that is where my Jacob is buried."

     Ulrika's eyes flew open. "I was lying upon a grave?"

     "Eleven years ago, my husband's political enemies assassinated him and I knew that their persecution of him would not stop with his death, that they would not be satisfied until they had scattered his bones to the winds. And so I and a few loyal friends brought my Jacob's body down here and buried it in a secret place, with no marker, nothing to indicate that he rested there. My friends stayed with me, but over the years, one by one they left. This is why I do not live at the oasis, and why I cannot go to Babylon with you, for I must keep eternal vigil on Jacob's resting place, to protect it from his enemies."

     Ulrika was stunned. She had not chosen the place but had been led there by the spirit of a wolf. And then she recalled the profound vision she had experienced on that place—the man with blinding light radiating from his head and hands.

17

ULRIKA COULD NOT STOP THINKING ABOUT RACHEL'S FOCUSED meditation. If it connected a person to the Divine, then might it not also connect her to the Divining?

     She chose a day when Rachel and Almah went to the oasis. With the aid of a walking staff, for her ankle was still tender, Ulrika walked down to the place where the two women had found her, injured and calling for help. She supposed she could have experimented with the meditation anywhere in this wilderness, but this was where she had experienced two intense visions. And a man was buried here. Perhaps this place possessed a special energy, and that was why the visions had been so startling.

     Recalling the steps Rachel had outlined, Ulrika sat with her face into the wind as sunshine shimmered off the surface of the distant Sea of Salt. She crossed her legs, covered her face with her hands, and concentrated on slowing her respiration, controlling her lungs. When she was breathing deeply, in a measured rhythm, she chose an image upon which to center her thoughts. "Choose something that is personal," Rachel had advised. "Something simple and pure." And so Ulrika conjured up in her mind the inner flame which burns in every soul, and then she began a whispered chant. As the words came over and over, as her hands blocked out the world, Ulrika began to sway, for as Rachel said, "We put our entire bodies into prayer so that we pray even with our sinew and bones."

     Ulrika watched the inner light, the glimmering soul flame, and sent her repeated prayer into the cosmos: "Compassionate All Mother, hear my plea. Compassionate All Mother, hear my plea." And gradually Ulrika began to feel a sweet peace steal over her, felt her worries and fears melt away. The image of the flame grew until she could feel its heat, and she trembled to think that the image of the radiant man, that had filled her with such joyous ecstasy, was about to materialize.

     But instead, a wild countryside of rolling green hills and barren rocks coalesced in her mind's eye, trees twisted by constant winds filled her inner vision, and she saw the scallop-shell altar, the beautiful woman in flowing white robes.

     It was Gaia, again, the distant ancestress of Sebastianus Gallus.

     Ulrika formed a question in her mind and sent it forth. "Can you help me, Honored One?"

     "You are arrogant, daughter," Gaia said. "You do not come to this sacred place with a humble heart, but rather seeking ecstasy and joy. And you are impatient and impulsive. Remember the recklessness in the Rhineland, when you left the caravan and endangered your companions."

     "I am sorry for that," Ulrika said, surprised that she was being chastised, and then accepting that she deserved it. "But I wish to understand my gift. What is the Divining? What am I to do with it? And where is Shalamandar?"

     "So many questions in your arrogance. You wish all things to come to you without any effort on your part. Overcome your flaws, daughter. Turn your weaknesses into strengths, and your spiritual power will grow."

     "But how do I do that?"

     "You must be taught, you must learn."

     "But I have learned. I am doing everything right."

     "You are not yet ready. You have not yet learned all you need to know."

     "But from whom do I learn?" Ulrika cried silently. "It makes no sense, the student teaching herself!"

     The Galician countryside shimmered and grew unfocused. Ulrika now saw palm trees and stars. Once again, she saw Sebastianus walking toward her. "Gaia!" she called out. "Please come back."

     Now Ulrika found herself in the warm tavern in Antioch, and then it too grew distorted until she was back in the shaman's cave in the Rhineland.

     I cannot control my visions ...

     She summoned the inner flame again, struggled with her respirations, attempted the repetitious chant once more, but the visions faded, the soul flame dimmed, and when Ulrika finally took her hands away from her face, she saw that the sun was near the western horizon, and that she was lying on her side in the sand.

     She had fallen asleep!

     Gaia was right, she thought in disappointment. I came here with an arrogant heart, thinking I had mastered my thoughts, thinking I had perfected Rachel's meditation. I still have no control. My gift is still in its infancy.

     But as Ulrika lifted herself to her feet, steadying herself on the walking staff, she realized that although she had not made better progress in gaining answers, she was excited nonetheless about a new development: the vision of Gaia had not come to her unbidden. Ulrika had been the one to command a vision—she had chosen the time and the place.

     It was the first step, she knew, toward controlling her gift. From now on, she was confident, her power would grow.

18

ULRIKA'S ANKLE HEALED OVER the course of the weeks she spent with the two women, and eventually the day came to say goodbye. A small wine caravan had rested at the oasis, and the owner was willing to take Ulrika as far as Petra in the south, which was located at a major trade crossroads and where she would find a caravan to take her eastward to Babylon.

     Rachel and Almah accompanied her to the oasis, where Almah wept and embraced Ulrika as a daughter.

     Then Ulrika turned to Rachel, her new friend whom she would never forget. "I have a gift for you," she said.

     During one of her first nights in the camp, Ulrika had asked, "You have sacrificed so much. What do you miss the most?" And Rachel, after a moment, had replied, "Perfume."

     Ulrika now opened her medicine kit and brought out a small glass vial stoppered with wax. An Egyptian hieroglyphic identified the precious contents. Pressing this into Rachel's hands, she said, "This is oil of lilies. It soothes the troubled heart."

     In return, Rachel placed a talisman around Ulrika's neck, to join the scallop shell and Cross of Odin. It was small and carved from cedar, and hung at the end of a slender hemp thread. "It is called the mogan david," she said, "which means the Shield of David." Ulrika saw that the talisman was made of two triangles united around a central point, making it resemble a six-pointed star. "Between here and Babylon," Rachel said, "you will enter into Jewish communities, and when they see this star, they will take you in as one of their own."

     "Tell your stories at the oasis, Rachel, as you told them to me."

     "I will," Rachel said. And then she took Ulrika's hands into her own and said, "'For you shall go out with joy and be led out with peace; the mountains and the hills shall break forth into singing before you.'" She squeezed Ulrika's hand. "That is from the prophet Isaiah. Peace unto you, Ulrika. And God's blessings. I pray you find what you are searching for."