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Primitive: Part III.
Dressing myself hurriedly in white sackcloth, then daubing my face with ruberian, or rubric, crocus paste, I subsequently re-invigorated a death-bound and sputtering grass lamp, doing so with poison-water; before depending a peacock feather from my neck on a juvenile-hair band, made from my own locks when I had been but twelve seasons old. I, outpouringly, let out this incantation following these actions: "Aztakruu wi'daakni imiikaruu tezaankti!" A dirge for our downed fyrd-men.
I, soon after, footed to the town square, there meeting lamenters, all genuinely mournful. Our gallant combatants' mothers wailed and scraped the earth, partially occluding themselves in clouds of dust, some would cling to their departed sons, as if to vivify them, until the actuality of their departure would once again scathe their souls and they'd cry out; the other lamenters shed tears and crawled on the ground, others dashed their own heads upon the granite of the nearby road, a few embraced the mothers in shared misery. Every person was appropriately clad in sackcloth, their hair unadorned and begrimed, nobody had dared bathe.
We proceeded to wrap the fallen feordmen's hylic constituencies in thin, black woollen robes, starting on the left with one fold and finishing on the right with another, until four such wrappings had been concluded; eight robes for each one to facilitate their psychic journeys, at the conclusion of which the Sky Lord would receive them into the Wisdom Realm.
Their minds would be joined with the gods'. The High Priest themselves, a being of rare extraction and vessel through which we conversed with the divines, administered the next ritual, They filled the warriors' noses with whelp's blood, until overflown, then drove sharpened arborescent-grass stakes through their eyes, gouging them and placing the contents in a ceramic-cast and gold-lined sanctified bowl to be fed to the Gods' Tiger later in the day. They preceded us to the holy spring of Ge'eyaki, and we followed thither. This holy site is situated above the plains, on a low hill, and is some distance away from the city. Upon our arrival, They pushed Their left thumb between Their right fore and middle fingers; at this juncture, speaking is forbidden, one observes and communes with the Earth Mother. On the right was a specially dug hole, two horses high and ten across, sanctified for interment with employ of sacred herbs and purity prayers, we lowered ourselves into this, positioning the bodies so that they faced each other, as though seated and animate; we were hoisted out upon the Funerary Cord of white linen by Them, this concluded, They afterwards said: "Ge'eyaki waizduuki bezraasharattuuknii wookpuuktaaki itulaakraantakzaarakuu." Thrice-reciting, they lifted a smoothened birch screen from the black mud, allowing untarnished spring-water into the black wool-overlaid guerriers' earthly...
I, soon after, footed to the town square, there meeting lamenters, all genuinely mournful. Our gallant combatants' mothers wailed and scraped the earth, partially occluding themselves in clouds of dust, some would cling to their departed sons, as if to vivify them, until the actuality of their departure would once again scathe their souls and they'd cry out; the other lamenters shed tears and crawled on the ground, others dashed their own heads upon the granite of the nearby road, a few embraced the mothers in shared misery. Every person was appropriately clad in sackcloth, their hair unadorned and begrimed, nobody had dared bathe.
We proceeded to wrap the fallen feordmen's hylic constituencies in thin, black woollen robes, starting on the left with one fold and finishing on the right with another, until four such wrappings had been concluded; eight robes for each one to facilitate their psychic journeys, at the conclusion of which the Sky Lord would receive them into the Wisdom Realm.
Their minds would be joined with the gods'. The High Priest themselves, a being of rare extraction and vessel through which we conversed with the divines, administered the next ritual, They filled the warriors' noses with whelp's blood, until overflown, then drove sharpened arborescent-grass stakes through their eyes, gouging them and placing the contents in a ceramic-cast and gold-lined sanctified bowl to be fed to the Gods' Tiger later in the day. They preceded us to the holy spring of Ge'eyaki, and we followed thither. This holy site is situated above the plains, on a low hill, and is some distance away from the city. Upon our arrival, They pushed Their left thumb between Their right fore and middle fingers; at this juncture, speaking is forbidden, one observes and communes with the Earth Mother. On the right was a specially dug hole, two horses high and ten across, sanctified for interment with employ of sacred herbs and purity prayers, we lowered ourselves into this, positioning the bodies so that they faced each other, as though seated and animate; we were hoisted out upon the Funerary Cord of white linen by Them, this concluded, They afterwards said: "Ge'eyaki waizduuki bezraasharattuuknii wookpuuktaaki itulaakraantakzaarakuu." Thrice-reciting, they lifted a smoothened birch screen from the black mud, allowing untarnished spring-water into the black wool-overlaid guerriers' earthly...
