Chapter 964
The next morning’s light was pale gold across silver dew. Jude woke before dawn and walked through the orchard, unlatching watchers with his eyes, finding dozens drawn to the ritual words from last night. He touched each ribbon on every sapling, breathing thanks. Moonlight faded and sunlight took its place.
By midday, the six chosen wives departed. Jude led them east through mist that shied away. Each wife carried a small pouch with their offering: Grace held a carved wooden heart; Scarlet a polished river stone; Serena a runner’s feather tied to vine; Emma a small collection of scrolls; Layla a handful of silver petals; Jude himself carried the watcher glyph shard and a fresh loaf of bread from the camp.
The procession moved up the mountain path, watchers following like echo floaters. The dais remained untouched, passive. The carved watcher–figure lay dormant. The wives laid the gifts gently at its chest. Jude stepped forward and placed the bread. They stood silent.
Jude began with a voice steady and open: "We come as your heirs, watchers and keepers of this place. We carry memory and promise. We release intention: that this land will hold all who walk her with respect, and that watchers continue their vigilant kindness. We speak apology for mistakes and ask forgiveness. We ask not for power, but for partnership."
Grace added: "We vow to speak this vow again and again as long as this island lasts."
Scarlet’s voice joined: "In voice and action."
Serena: "In harvest and rest."
Emma: "In laughter and mourning."
Layla: "In birth and death."