I called her Nandi E Morrison 1-2-3-4-5

Ancient

                 Ethnicity
A stipulation, that came with the treaties, were that runaway slaves were to be captured and returned to the slave owners, Nandi made no such bargain.
Mostly the escaped slaves were ignored, not trusted enough to be taken in lest they were spies sent by the white masters, to see if their clause in the treaty were effective, the elders usually could most times identify the baits, they were captured and returned, a few of the smaller groups of our tribes, became fond of the rewards given to them by the masters and went after true runaways.
I live at a farm with my Spanish Moor, who had bribed a priest to bind us, in the way of his tradition of marriage, He tried to get me to wear ruffles and frills as the ladies of his world, at my resistance he eventually got clothes the peasant ladies wore, they were still constricting but I took out some of the material to make them easier.
There were time I discarded them and run into the nights wild and free, those moments however are becoming few and far between as I adjust to the drastic changes in my life,
I moved from under his arm running by fingers over his muscles solid from hard word but not too many bulges, I stepped outside wearing not very much their was a light drizzle that I liked, there were times too when I missed being atop my mountain, I gazed wistfully into its direction its view block by trees and distance, the  horse and his mate whinnied softly, and far off I could here the free workers going to their farms, sometimes Nandi spirit would join me as she meditates, most times I sit on the huge roots of a huge tree alone but not this morning, Nandi was there and with her another entity, ancient, I could feel the energy, Nandi looked in the direction speaking to me " this powerful spirit has seek me to tell of trouble your help is needed."
The golden woman, molten eyes looked to me but also beyond, " the man you mate carries in him the blood of a people that bargained with my people long ago, they wanted our help in return they would left we be, before my people has grown extinct, my people knows the secrets of the land the dark powers that lies beneath, the powers that must not fall into the hand of people, of man creature, they would destroy themselves and others, she reached out nearly with a glimmering golden hand, I looked at Nandi and she nodded, I reached out to touch the aura and saw a simple beautiful people and the invaders, wars and traps and a powerful leader insight and sacrifice to rout a greedy gold crazed force, "what they saw is not simply gold, the liquid substance is alive and now one of your people has stumbled on an evil I buried made into a grave for the greedy. The woman is mad, born into slavery but more white than black, daughter of a white slave master, and her mother was another daughter of another white master, this girl was taken into the great house, raped repeatedly until she was sold to a kinder master whose wife had died, he wanted a companion and someone to warm his bed on cold nights, his kindness made her ambitious, now she wanted power, the son very much like his father in kindness would inherit all the property one day as is the tradition of the family  she tried to seduce him but he was made of stronger mettle and did not fall prey to her wiles, he removed to his own house, that is when driven by overwhelming power hunger, she began to roam the property and beyond its boundaries and stumbled upon the mass burial site" I saw as the woman followed a trickle of golden substance the ancient was speaking "something must have disturbed the rocks, she squeezed through a crevice, touched a pool of the substance pulling it to her bitter soul, the persuasion gold can sway a person against their wish"  I watched as the liquid flowed up the woman's body seeping into her, " she blew the dust on the old man, as she try to convince him to make her the mistress of all his estate she wants it all although he made it that she would have her freedom and a small property," I saw the woman blew the dust into the face of the old man, he was meekly about to do as she desire but he died, "she has used it successfully now and has an army of cutthroats bent on doing her bid, to kill the son and the rest of the family, your acquaintance the sword fighter and her husband in searching for a ship on which to travel went to the residence where the sword fighter went into labour and was shown hospitality, the sword fighter has need of her weapon, get it to her, she will need it to repay her debt to her host, to her it is a matter of honour, and the witch must be put on ice and the molten returned to its resting place, you need to create the right temperature" she was gone. I became aware of my surrounding and feel of the his arms wrapped around me,
" I saw them"  he said, you were so absorbed, that I called out to you and you did not hear, I held you and then I saw them, what has happened?" I turned in his arms to look him in the eye as I told him of the danger.
My brother was located , he gathered a few of the workers, who had organized themselves, and my brother was their spokesman, he could speak the most unseemly thing yes, still he was a good negotiator, we travelled to the estate, it seem the laird had visitors as a gilded conveyance with tired horses stood in the courtyard there were two vengeful looking men wearing sashes banding the waist of robe like clothes, one wearing a turban, the other head free was hung loose bounded to his head by a rope looking material, the urgency of the situation was explained, and we were ushered into a drawing room, the men rushed into the room, the young laird introduced was a big tall weathered colour, dark haired white man dressed in the typical mode of the estate owner class, then a tall slim man with long hair parted in the middle flowing down both shoulders, who wore buckskin garments I was later told, was the laird's brother in law, the two menacing looking men armed with curved blades were guard to the laird young bride who he described, as beacon for trouble as he walk to a huge painting on the wall " and very beautiful" my brother sighed sounding frustrated and irritable, a slanted eyes olive skin young lady encased in shimmering cloths, walked into the room saying " you are the one who painted me such" he cleared his throat "but it is how you are love"
He pointed to a very thin boy of maybe about seven, seated at a table in the smaller dining area eating what could be break fast "she kidnapped this boy from a visiting eastern European diplomat to England, he was a fetch and carry lad to a violent woman, his bruises are just beginning to fade, it is said the boy is part Mongol, this young lady father is an Indian nabob, he nodded his head towards his bride, her mother is the daughter of middle eastern royalty, she told the staff she saw the boy ran away down the road, while she hid him under her bed, thinking her life to be in danger the father and grandfather dispatched her to the West Indies, each sending with her one of their most trusted servants, I had been visiting England when we met, I won't go into the details." The sword fighter and her husband entered the room followed by a bit older lady tall and slim with white gold hair, the laird went to her " my sister" he said, he looked at the long haired man, saying " the bear is her pair,"
A sound of running feet, the approaching individual is their daughter, a girl of about twelve appeared, high cheekbone, hair that was dark at the roots going paler until its ends were white blonde her dress was made of the material of her father, freckles sprinkling across her nose decorating her swarthy complexion, this gathering of personnel is not what I would ever had expected to in a great house I handed the sword to the swords woman when the message of the ancient was relayed.
All heads turned in the direction of the sound of the weapon as it was pulled from out its sheath.