Ch 6: Justly’s New Bed
By Kristen S. Sandoz
You might remember that I had started to tell you that after Justly took Copper into his care he had to find a new bed to sleep in at night. Copper was not allowed inside the city gates any longer. He was an Outcaster. On their first evening as Outcasters Justly came across the little cottage of the Witch Hazel. Justly could smell the musky scent of oak burning on a hearth. He followed his nose and carried his new pup to the base of a large walnut tree on the edge of the meadow where the cottage was nestled. Justly was tired and needed rest. You can imagine it is hard work carrying a pup through a forest when you are blind. He had stumbled over a root at the base of this massive tree and decided it was as good a place as any to rest for the night. He snuggled into a perfect wedge at the base of the walnut tree where he was partially protected from the weather. Justly began to feel warm and cuddly holding the toasty package of a pup close to his body. Luckily it was still just the beginning of fall and the weather was unusually warm, as the summer had decided to linger a bit longer this year.
Just as Justly was beginning to drift off to sleep he heard the loveliest sound he had heard since he was a baby being lulled to sleep by his mother’s voice. He had vage, albeit precious, memeories of this time. Was he dreaming? He hoped so. Justly very seldom could recall his mother or her voice and it was such a comfort when he did, having lost her when he was only two years old. But that is a story for another night. The voice that was singing a lullaby to him now was a much younger voice than he recalled his mother’s being. This was a girls voice and it sang…
Little one let the moon be thy lovely mother
Sleep will comes when you rest your head upon night’s pillow.
Little one let the stars be thy cozy blanket
Feel Moon’s light kiss your head and sweet dreams to follow.
Softly softly mother moon
Sing your babe a lullaby
Whoom la lum dee da doom
Whoom la lum lee doodle lie
Whoom la lum la doodle lum
Softly sing a lullaby
Little could compare with the sweet rich notes of this lullaby. Soon Justly was fast asleep dreaming of a time when he and his mother would be reunited. Ahh…he loved this place. He loved this tree and his new pup. He loved his mother. If only he could stay living in this dream forever.
His dream did not last forever. In the morning Justly was awakened sweetly by this same mysterious voice. It was not at all an unpleasant way to be woke from his dreaming. Only this time the sweet and lovely voice had a deep rich voice singing with it and the song of the two voices was more jolly and lively than the night before. Instantly, Justly discerned that the possessor of the young melodic voice was no ordinary girl but rather the child of royal parentage. You see Justly made up for his blindness by being able to see into the heart of a person simply by listening to their voice. It was almost like a special power he possessed and it aided him often in his simple life.
Can you guess who was singing? Yes, you are a clever reader and I know you have already began to see how special Pearl really is. He could not see Pearl with his own eyes but his heart told him that girl was a princess. She was HIS princess. Justly didn’t need his eyes he could see things better if he looked at them with his heart. Justly’s heart was a far better judge of character than his eyes would have been and this kept him out of a great many bad friendships. If truth be told your heart is a much better judge of a person’s character than your eyes are as well. Only you have been in want of trusting the vision of your heart.
The voice that came from Pearl’s mouth showed Justly what was inside her heart and he could see that her heart was made out of pure gold, complete honesty, utter loyalty, and selfless compassion. These qualities are hard to come by in ordinary children and he knew instantly that Pearl was a person worthy of his devotion. She was someone of true royal blood. He knew that deep in his heart he was willing to serve her even unto death!
What’s that again? Justly is going to die! You know it! Well we will have to see about that. He is our hero after all. He’s not? What ever do you mean? Not our hero! He hasn’t done anything to be our hero, you say? He can’t be a hero because he can’t see? Well maybe not but just you wait and see what quest our blind friend has before him. Do you know what the Witch Hazel has to say about heros? “Heroes often come in the most unlikely packages!”
1…Now my story is done.
2…I love you!
3…Please kiss me.