Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1025

Chapter 1025: Chapter 1025

The wives emerged from the longhouse one by one, humming watchersong softly in greeting: Susan with a bowl of spring water, Rose carrying a stack of flatcakes, Serena with a coil of new glyph-ribbon, Layla clutching petals pressed in morning light, Natalie bearing dew in a glazed jar, Zoey with a brush for painting viewer-seeds, Lucy holding memory-slates, Stella with unlit torches, Emma and Sophie each carrying small carved watcher-figures, Scarlet with crimson thread. Together they formed a circle around the seedling ring at the mountain’s foot, children nestled close with baskets of stones and ribbons.

Jude knelt and pressed his palms into the cool soil. Water rushed through me when they left last night, he thought, and water must carry memory. He spoke softly: "We renew our covenant: seed to root, root to earth, earth to watcher, watcher to sky, sky to future." One by one the wives stepped forward, offering tokens and intentions: Susan poured spring water, Rose laid flatcakes stamped with glyphs, Serena tied ribbons through sapling roots, Layla scattered petals, Natalie dripped dew, Zoey painted symbols on new shoots, Lucy placed memory-slates, Stella lit watcherslaves, Emma and Sophie planted carved figures, Scarlet braided thread around the central seedling. Each intention marked growth, unity, memory, guidance, patience, form, love.

Watcher-light responded. The seedlings pulsed blue-gold. Mist flared under torches. Children recited the watchersign and covenant, voices bright in morning hush. A watcher drifted low, brushing mist upon each wife’s shoulder in blessing before rising again.

Jude rose and lifted Grace’s hand to his lips. "We covenant deeper," he said, eyes glistening. "Today we journey to the lake beneath the great stone, that watchers may share reflection and memory."

Grace squeezed his hand. "We carry their light, our song."

They grouped themselves for journey: Jude led Susan, Serena, Lucy, Layla, Stella, Emma; Grace and Sophie followed along creek to tend ring; Rose, Natalie, Zoey, Scarlet remained with children and nurture-circle. Jude hugged Grace and kissed the children’s heads, lantern-silver locks brushing his cheek. He held little Laural’s hand until witness to watchers glanced past, then he set forth.

They moved through orchard into forest, watchersguides lighting paths with soft pulses. Birds hushed, moss glowed quietly underfoot. The forest closed around them like a patient beast. Sunlight filtered through leaves, shimmering with watchersign glitter.

At midday they paused by a runoff stream. Susan filled the jar. Serena tied watchers-ribbons to a root bridging the brook. Lily-spray between stones. They paused, ate flatcakes, drank dew and water. Mist flickered around watchers above.

After rest, they climbed toward the lake seen only from distance, a bowl carved by ancient force. The watchers pulsed flickering arrows directing their path. Trees opened; under them, the lake awaited, mirror-still, black as obsidian. Surrounding it rose a half-circle of basalt monoliths, glyphs carved centuries ago by watchers or island-keepers.

Sun struck the lake’s surface, causing glyph-reflections to ripple like ancient voices. Wives gasped. Jude reached for flatcakes and scattered them upon the water’s surface. They floated, glowing. Watcher-light bent to each cake, pulsing bright. He collected water in a bowl and handed to each wife, who sipped in unity. Lucy poured water at her feet. Watcher-light rippled under basalt stones. Symbols shone.

Serena sang watchersong, low and soft. Petals scattered along water’s edge. Watchers emerged, drifting in tandem across lake’s surface, mirroring basalt glyphs’ shapes. Mist on water lifted. Light danced.

Layla laid carved watcher-figures on rocks. Emma tied ribbons to stone. Stella lit torches, each flame kindled by watchers. Scarlet braided thread into wreaths for basalt stones. Natalie drank dew, dripped it on carved runes. Susan blessed water, sending it into the lake with intention of memory.

A watcher drifted close to Jude and Grace, hovering over surface of the lake nearly touching it. Jude breathed slow, silent. The watcher dipped fingers of mist into water, causing concentric circles of glowing glyphs to expand across the lake. It then pulsed in rapid rhythm, sending waves of light across basalt stones and out to wives. Wives stood in silent reverence.

Lucy wept softly. Grace held her. Each wife closed eyes, holding intention. Light rippled slowly, shifting to deeper blue, then to violet, then to pale white. The watcherspace expanded, echoing covenant.

Time slowed until last ripple faded, and watchers drifted back into branches. The lake fell silent. Wives exhaled.

Jude spoke: "The watchers have shared memory: lake as mirror of covenant; what we give, we reflect in the island’s memory. They trust us to hold that mirror." He paused. "Tomorrow we bring children to the ring and teach watchersign by reflection." Grace nodded against his chest.

They packed and descended. Watchers guided them back until forest seemed to breathe around them. At orchard, children poured from the longhouse, dragons of energy, questioning faces. Wives embraced them, pressed bowls of stew into their hands.

Before dinner, Jude assembled all near seed ring. He recounted journey. Children moved into place, watchersign gestures copied. Wives set flatcakes and water, tying new watchersribbons for basin at ring edge. Jude blessed each child’s hands, teaching watchersign: name-light, memory-wave. Children practiced echoes.

They sang watchersong until dusk soft. The watchers drifted overhead, showering seedling-ring with pulses. Each child looked up, eyes wide, knowing.

Dinner was warm; lanterns gentle. Wives whispered to each other, Sue to Natalie, Zoe to Rose, Lucy to Stella. Jude’s heart filled to bursting.

After dinner they circled watcherslaves under fig-glyph tree as ceremony of reflection. Mirror in bowl, candles lit. Each wife looked into bowl and spoke a vow: to reflect the watchers’ gift, to teach their child watchersign, to keep covenant alive. When each had spoken, watchersurface rippled, then reflected them, faces shimmering with watcherslight.

Jude took bowl last. He gazed until watchersurface showed seedlings, children, wives, watchers above. He saw covenant in motion. He offered final vow: "As keeper, I pledge to hold mirror steady, to carry watchersong until island remembers itself in us." He drained bowl, holding every vow in his bones. They slept under watchers’ glow, circle close, children in arms.