Family History

Mr. Sakaal

Lived in Era 26, got 0 heir(s) and was a member of United Imperial Alliance
I heard it recited thus I knew how the tale was made: with us the nights come alone the days dawn alone, so was Sakaal born alone the eternal bard appeared from the woman who bore him
from Air-daughter his mother.

There was a lass, an air-girl a nice nature-daughter: she long remained holy forever girlish in the air's long yards on its level grounds.

Her times grew weary and her life felt strange from being always alone living as a lass in the air's long yards in the empty wastes.

So now she steps further down launched herself upon the waves on the clear high seas upon the open expanse.

There came a great gust of wind from the east nasty weather lashed the sea to foam whipped it into waves.

The wind lulled the maid and the billow drove the lass about the blue main and the froth-capped waves; and the wind blew her womb full the sea makes her fat.

She bore a hard womb a difficult bellyful seven hundred years
nine ages of man; but no birth was born no creature was created.

The lass rolled as the water-mother: she swims east, swims west
swims north-west and south swims all the skylines in fiery birth-pangs in hard belly-woes; but no birth was born no creature was created.

She weeps and whimpers; she uttered a word, spoke thus: "Woe, luckless me, for my days poor child, for my way of life: now I have come to something - forever under the sky by the wind to be lulled, by billows driven on these wide waters upon these vast waves!

Better 'twould have been to live as lass of the air than just now to toss about as water-mother: it is chilly for me to be here woeful for me to shiver in billows for me to dwell in the water to wallow.

O Old Man, chief god upholder of all the sky come here when you are needed come this way when you are called: free a wench from a tight spot a woman from belly-throes;
come quickly, arrive promptly most promptly where the need is!"

A little time passed a moment sped by, Came a scaup, straightforward bird and it flaps about in search of a nesting-place working out somewhere to live.

It flew east, flew west flew north-west and south but it finds no room not even the worst spot where it might build its nest take up residence. It glides, it hovers it thinks, considers: "Shall I build my cabin on the wind my dwelling on the cabin the billow will bear off my dwelling."

So then the water-mother the water-mother, air-lass raised her knee out of the sea her shoulderblade from the wave for the scaup a nesting-place sweet land to live on.

That scaup, pretty bird glides and hovers; it spied the water-mother's knee on the bluish main; thought it was a grass hummock a clump of fresh sward.

It flutters, it glides and it lands on the kneecap. There it builds its nest laid its golden eggs: six eggs were of gold an iron egg the seventh.

It began to hatch the eggs to warm the kneecap: it hatched one day, it hatched two soon it hatched a third as well.

At that the water-mother the water-mother, air-lass feels that she is catching fire that her skin is smouldering; she thought her knee was ablaze all her sinews were melting.

And she jerked her knee and she shook her limbs: the eggs rolled in the water sink into the sea's billow; the eggs smashed to bits broke into pieces.

The eggs don't fall in the mud the fragments in the water. The bits changed into good things the pieces into fair things:
an egg's lower half became mother earth below an egg's upper half became heaven above; the upper half that was yolk
became the sun for shining the upper half that was white became the moon for gleaming; what in an egg was mottled became the stars in the sky what in an egg was blackish
became the clouds of the air.