Indeed, there was always a lesson to learn in life and Amber had just learned one that she needed to apply. Hence, she had to say something to stop her mother from suspecting she was going through any kind of hell at Isis’s home.
“You worry too much mother, I’m fine. Remember, they even changed my wardrobe.”
Miriam seemed convinced given the smile she gave Amber. Amber was relieved that her mother did not have to worry about how she was being treated at Isis’s house even as right there she remembered an ugly incident that always broke her heart whenever it came to her mind.
She could still see the smoke that rose from her burning clothes on the ground around which stood a sad looking her, a laughing Rhea, and a disdainful Isis. They were all staring down at her burning clothes on the ground behind Isis’s house. She could still recall the dialogue that followed.
“So you miss these rags?” Isis had scoffed.
“I liked the dress with many colors.” Amber had said tearfully. “My mother made it for me. She spent days on it.”
“She spent days on it.” Rhea immediately mimicked her, increasing her hurt.
“You will not wear rags in my home.” Isis roared. “They stink. My god, I fear it will take ages to get the stink of poverty off you.”
Amber had started to cry and Isis had simply ignored her and stormed back inside the house while Rhea with a snort had followed behind her, both of them abandoning her in the blue state they were responsible for putting her in. Amber could still recall the salty taste of her tears of humiliation that had continued to roll down her face as she continued to stare at her burning clothes.
Amber breathed deeply, re-adapting her focus to the present so that sadness would not show up in her countenance and worry her mother.
“Don’t worry mother, they are nice.” She told Miriam.
“Okay, if you say so.”
They returned to their meal.
“Mother, do you know anything about Isis?” Amber asked out of the blue. She did not have a particular reason for asking but she just wanted to know something about the woman.
“Not really,” Miriam replied. “Apart from living off her late husband’s wealth, it is whispered among some villagers that she hates the poor. They say she loves being the wealthiest person in the village after the king. Rumor has it that she kills people’s source of income. I don’t know how true this is because we have not had a personal encounter.”
One thing bothered Amber about the information her mother had given her.
“Well, if she hates the poor, I'm also poor.” She said.
“You are there to work Amber, not beg.” Miriam pointed out.
Amber was quiet, remembering for a second that Isis seemed to hate her. She now knew why or at least, she now had an idea why that was so. It was because she was poor. But her mother had a point she reasoned even though it didn’t console her so much.
Amber knew her countenance was leaning towards sad again as she became aware of Miriam studying her closely.
“My star, is Isis treating you badly?” Miriam asked looking alarmed, “Because if she is…”
Amber firmly shook her head, interrupting her mother.
“Don’t lie to me. You can come back if she is. We will find a way to manage.”
Amber placed a reassuring hand on her mother’s shoulder again and forced another convincing smile.
“Mother,” she said. “Like I always say, you worry too much. It’s great over there and like you said, am not there to beg but to work.”
“Okay.”
Amber wanted to change the subject and immediately remembered the mermaid incident. She decided to mention it. It was perfect timing and it was a subject guaranteed to provide a distraction, she believed.
“Mother, I saw a mermaid in the river at Isis’s place.” She said and Miriam gasped in surprise. Amber mentally patted herself on the back for finding the perfect distraction.
“Really?” Miriam asked. and Amber nodded.
“Folktales tell that Upland’s deity was a mermaid who abandoned the people for the constant wickedness many engaged in.”
“That’s interesting,” Amber remarked.
“True. It’s been a long time since anyone mentioned it though. No one would believe.”
“I see. No wonder Isis and her daughter didn’t believe me either.” Amber stated, remembering the unpleasant drama that had played out when she had told them. She quickly blocked out a threatening replay of the mocking laughter that had erupted from them the evening she had been forced to tell Isis.
“I never believed others too until your father also claimed the same but I believed him then just like I believe you now.”
Amber was consoled by the knowledge that her father saw a mermaid too and smiled as Miriam ruffled her hair adoringly. Amber basked in her mother’s love, wishing that she did not have to return to Isis’s place the next day. But she knew that she had to go back because the work paid her.
Sometimes, one had to go through pain to achieve success, she reasoned and knew again that she had just learned another life lesson. (“Life is not a bed of roses,” her mother would say) and she understood that statement better now because in life there was both pain and joy.
Amber mentally compared life’s pain to the thorns of roses and life’s joy to the beauty of rose petals. Yes, roses were so beautiful but they came with thorns. Indeed, life was not a bed of roses because life was a combination of pain and joy, of roses and thorns.
Amber was sleeping soundly, still buried in the euphoria and aftermath of her enjoyed break from housemaid work. While she was sleeping, a yawning Isis and Rhea entered the dining room and headed straight for the table, expecting their regular cups of coffee. There, their drowsy looks transformed into one of surprise as they encountered an empty table without their regular cups of coffee greeting them. “Mother, no coffee?” Rhea whined. “This is why I keep my maids with me.” Isis fumed. “Only a couple of days break and she has gotten lazy.” “Mother, please do something.” Rhea groaned, stormed to a chair, flopped down, and folded her arms as she took on a grumpy look. At that moment, Amber rushed into the dining, still clad in her night dress and looking disheveled from her panicky wake in her sudden realization that she had broken the coffee rule. “I am so sorry I woke up late.” She both apologized and explained hastily even as she earned scowls from them. “I’ll get your cups of c
Amber again reached for the cabinet, squatted down, and peered inside, seeking Isis’s missing bowl but it wasn’t there. She closed the cabinet, straightened up, and began chewing her finger nervously as she heard Isis’s voice from the dining again, a voice that she was growing to dread. “Amber” Isis called. Amber hastened to the stove and turned it off before answering with a dry cracking voice, a result of the fear that had gripped her. “Coming madam.” She forced her voice to sound brighter and repeated. “Coming madam.” She couldn’t help but continue to chew her finger and she looked around again, nervous as she remembered a scene that had taken place right there in the kitchen some time ago when she had first started to work in Isis’s house. She and Isis were in the kitchen and Isis was showing her the lost ornate-looking bowl which then was sitting on the counter. “This is my favorite bowl.” She said. “It’s from the king from when he had eyes for me. He pretended to be poor to
Somewhere off Amber’s view, Arnold a young man, fine to behold, rowed his canoe faster, ignoring the chills he felt from the rain that had drenched him. He had heard the voice of a girl weeping and was eager to find out whom because, for no certain reason, it bothered him. “Who is that?” he wondered and listening closely, he observed that the voice seemed to be coming from somewhere ahead of him and so he paddled forward until he came into view of Isis’s house where he spotted Amber at the shore. Mercifully, the rain had started to recede and Amber looked up at the approaching Prince in his canoe and stopped crying. She rose and moved closer to the bank as he rowed his boat closer. On reaching the shore, he pinned the paddle into the earth and used that as a pole to anchor the canoe. Amber was wiping her tears with her hands as he approached and within earshot of her, he spoke. “You’re the one crying.” Amber nodded. Wasn’t it obvious? She wondered. “And you’re Arnold.” She coul
Hours after Amber’s disappearance, the stormy weather was already back to normal. Isis and Rhea were standing at their front porch looking around in their night dress. “Why isn’t she back?” Rhea asked. “It’s midnight.” “Amber!” Isis called out into the still of the night and her voice echoed, followed by a forlorn silence. “What if something bad happened to her?” Rhea asked. “It was stormy and besides, she said she saw a mermaid, remember?” “Don’t be ridiculous.” Isis chided. “No one has seen one in quite a long time and no one is believed even if they claim to have seen one. The last person that claimed to see one was Amber’s father and he was not believed.” “So mermaids have been seen?” Rhea asked, surprised. “Folktales tell that this kingdom used to worship one who disappeared because of the wickedness of many people. There are also tales of them giving wealth to good people but I think that’s just stupid tales. Let’s go back inside. When she’s tired of staying out, she’ll re
Barely seconds after the meeting had the search for Amber and Arnold begun. It was led by the King’s men who scouted the riverside of the village. Spiritedly, the searchers in different canoes looked for them, calling out their names but there was no response. After foraging the surrounding bushes, there was no sign of them. By sundown when the height of the river was at its lowest, the searchers were all over the water. With sticks, they poked around the riverbed, hoping to find their bodies as by this time, they were feared dead. The search went on with shouts of “Amber” and “Prince” but their calls were only met with echoes that faded into silence so that as night drew near, the sounds of calling birds and crickets filled the air and the exhausted search party returned home. After keeping up for another week, the search finally stopped, erasing all hope even from Prince and Amber’s loved ones. Three days later, Miriam was miserable as she sat outside her front porch with Cressida
The day was sunny with clouds passing across the azure sky. At a beautiful beach, serene with coconut trees and vegetation, lush with wild trees and interwoven vines, a waterfall with crystal clear waters cascaded over a high mountain, crashing continually into the river to join waves that consistently washed onto the shore where Amber was lying face up and out cold. As the water from the waves bathed her, she stirred and following a cough, regained consciousness, her eyes fluttering open to meet the open sky with birds flying over it. Amber squinted at the brightness of the sky because the sunshine was at war with her gaze. Then she managed to sit up and looked around with a wince as gradually, she recovered from her ordeal. Aware of the waves sweeping over her, she scooted farther from the shore to avoid the incessant splash of the water. She wondered where she was and how she had gotten there. She remembered trying to scramble up the dock outside Isis’s home when she had felt a h
Isis was pacing about before Rhea who was seated on a couch in their living room. She was upset about the fact that the queen was living with Miriam. She couldn’t understand why the queen chose a poverty-stricken home instead of hers. In her opinion, it was an insult that she couldn’t attract the queen’s presence. “Calm down mother.” “The queen should be finding solace in this house, not in that woman’s shed.” Isis bit out angrily. She stopped pacing and her face contorted with confusion. “I don’t understand it.” She continued. “And with her presence there, that woman will live better… perhaps, compete with me. I can’t let that happen.” “Well, what do we do?” Rhea asked and Isis’s eyes narrowed dangerously as a small smile broadened her lips at the same time. At the same time in Underland, Amber had reached a stream. She hurried to it, slid the water bottle off her shoulder, and in her rush, put her hand in the water but it felt stony like a rock that one could walk on. Amber co
In Amber’s home, Miriam, the Queen, and her maid were seated over a fairly large dining table that was full of assorted desserts. The three were eating with two guards standing by. Miriam had paused, looking momentarily lost and so with arched brows furrowed in concern, the Queen looked at her and she forced a smile. “My Queen, may the guards sit down?” Miriam asked. “They are used to it Miriam” replied the Queen. “They do have time to relax.” Miriam’s face was expressionless. Nevertheless, the Queen turned to the guards. “Have a seat, now will you?” “Our duty to the throne is to stay alert my Queen” replied one of the guards. “And the King will be displeased.” The other guard added. The Queen looked back to Miriam and smiled as though to say I told you so and Miriam resigned with a nod as if to say fine, I get it and then she took in a deep breath. “I am overwhelmed by your presence here. It is a privilege. Thank you so much for the food and everything.” The Queen reached a c