Hi all,
I'm on the final stretch with my 1349 section of my WIP. This scene is set on the morning of Tutti Day which forms the backdrop to the action that will occur. Henry is back in his hometown and what I'm wanting to know is this:
1) With the terminology regarding Hocktide in the text, does it sound understandable? I.e what is happening? Hocktide has been mentioned before in the text but not explicitly explained. I don't want to go on about it in the text as it's just the backdrop so want to limit my expo on this.
2) Can you visualise the shape of the 3 staves lashed together?
3) Do I need to put how long the staves are? (around 4 yards)
Thanks
pH
Henry woke late on Tutti Day. He’d been awake all night - or so it felt - awaiting Ettie’s return from the Hocktide Girls’ ritual. Well into the night he was still unable to decide whether to leave and search for her. The thought of her returning in need of assistance - for that was the only reason she should not be home - was too painful and so instead he waited, standing by the two windows next to the apple tree, peering into the blackness of the common. Then he would run to the next wall and look over the goats’ paddock upriver, and finally to the back of the mill, over the water, before returning to the double windows to repeat it again.
He remembered sitting to drink ale from a large clay bottle, hoping it was from Eoffric’s own supply, and the next thing he knew, the drums and whistles of Tutti Day were calling the men to town, for today was their day to be kissed.
He struggled up, his joints screaming like the gears of Cranbowen’s mill, and he ran out to look over the common. He felt at once hot and cold, and a slick sheen of sweat covered his entire body, his stomach knotted, and his head spinning. Where was she?
Across the common, along the lanes, and at crossroads all over the town, the colourful Hocktide staves had been been lashed in threes to form the Three Legged Pendres for the celebrations. None of them had a man swinging below them but soon they would, one apiece.
Henry would have to avoid all the women of the Minster lest he be lashed upside down till the end of the day - and only then if he offered a kiss and some money for the Wimbowen Abbey. He had no time for that, but as the constable reminded him yesterday, to avoid his Hocktide duties was “at your own peril”.
I'm on the final stretch with my 1349 section of my WIP. This scene is set on the morning of Tutti Day which forms the backdrop to the action that will occur. Henry is back in his hometown and what I'm wanting to know is this:
1) With the terminology regarding Hocktide in the text, does it sound understandable? I.e what is happening? Hocktide has been mentioned before in the text but not explicitly explained. I don't want to go on about it in the text as it's just the backdrop so want to limit my expo on this.
2) Can you visualise the shape of the 3 staves lashed together?
3) Do I need to put how long the staves are? (around 4 yards)
Thanks
pH
Henry woke late on Tutti Day. He’d been awake all night - or so it felt - awaiting Ettie’s return from the Hocktide Girls’ ritual. Well into the night he was still unable to decide whether to leave and search for her. The thought of her returning in need of assistance - for that was the only reason she should not be home - was too painful and so instead he waited, standing by the two windows next to the apple tree, peering into the blackness of the common. Then he would run to the next wall and look over the goats’ paddock upriver, and finally to the back of the mill, over the water, before returning to the double windows to repeat it again.
He remembered sitting to drink ale from a large clay bottle, hoping it was from Eoffric’s own supply, and the next thing he knew, the drums and whistles of Tutti Day were calling the men to town, for today was their day to be kissed.
He struggled up, his joints screaming like the gears of Cranbowen’s mill, and he ran out to look over the common. He felt at once hot and cold, and a slick sheen of sweat covered his entire body, his stomach knotted, and his head spinning. Where was she?
Across the common, along the lanes, and at crossroads all over the town, the colourful Hocktide staves had been been lashed in threes to form the Three Legged Pendres for the celebrations. None of them had a man swinging below them but soon they would, one apiece.
Henry would have to avoid all the women of the Minster lest he be lashed upside down till the end of the day - and only then if he offered a kiss and some money for the Wimbowen Abbey. He had no time for that, but as the constable reminded him yesterday, to avoid his Hocktide duties was “at your own peril”.