Stolen Child

Getuli say, among the peoples who try their fate at sea under the yellow sun, and Cabili, accurate in describing storms, that Tseriel, monstrous goddess in size and constant in anger, was apparently mild and protective mother. She fathered only one son, Lakh Tirikh, gentle in manner, and black with coal on his ears and long tail. In his fifteenth year he fell in love with the beautiful Fikr, sharp-minded and curious by nature. Tseriel, furious with jealousy, killed Fikr and dismembered his son; then upset with guilt, piece by piece she stitched it back together. At the end of the work, torn by fatigue and pain, she died. Lakh Tirikh, awakened from the sleep of temporary death, alone in the world, understood that under the purple sun of the giants love and reason would never live together. Under the yellow sun, in the moonlight you can still see her solitary bulk devoted to sleep and ragweed, the desperate lover who renounces love for the violence of others.