She wasn’t beautiful, more attractive in an unconventional way. Her eyes were brown, as was her hair, and in build and stature she was – well – average. So why couldn’t Talyan get her off of his mind?
He had met the young woman while he and his fellow cavalrymen were riding through – well again – an average little village. Talyan reined in his mount near the well and called to the young woman to draw a bucket of water for his horse. She curtsied, which he found odd, but then drew the water and filled the trough. She then filled a tin cup she had hanging from her girdle and smiling offered it to the warrior. He thanked her and drank deeply.
Ever since then he could not get her image out of his mind. He was bewitched.
He was a handsome warrior, about twenty-five years of age. He had glistening sky blue eyes, and thick blonde curls fell from beneath his helm. He was broad shouldered, and powerfully built.
Alana had been talking to some of the other village girls near the well when a troop a horse soldiers rode into the village. Many of the detachment hitched their mounts outside the tavern, but this young hero – and hero he was – stopped at the well and asked Alana to water his horse.
Alana took in his beautiful features and decided that he would be hers. She gave a small curtsy and smile, as Grandmother had said to do to set the stage for the spell, and then watered the horse. The secret was to put a drop of the potion into a cup while he was distracted. She purposely allowed some of the horse’s water to slosh over the trough edge and splash to the ground, momentarily drawing the rider’s attention to the spill. She then dropped the potion into her cup, and filled it with water for the young man.
Noticing that she was offering him a drink, he thanked her and drank the entire cup before wiping his mouth on a silk cloth which had been tucked into his sleeve. He then dismounted and sat at the well side watching her as she chatted with her friends.
Soon his captain called the troop to re-form and they rode off to the East.
He will be back, she thought smiling to herself. Grandmother’s bewitching elixirs never failed.
A Spark of Creativity #1: Bewitching