THE INFIDEL WEDDING IN CURON

[Draeris 3124]

 

THE INFIDEL WEDDING IN CURON

 

“Uncle, why are we watching this?” the young Kadir would inquire as the ceremony commenced “Can’t they just get married?”. Başıl responded “The infidels marry publicly to prove their love to outsiders. Very weak men, they are.” Kadir would nod, squinting a bit as Başıl moved his curled finger across the young one’s cheek. Dmitry interjected, “If I was to marry a wife, it would be a pageant for her. And I’d smash every man that coveted her publicly during it.”  Başıl shook his head “that sounds like a very violent ritual of affection.” Dmitry chuckled at him “violence and affection are the greatest things in life.”

 

It was the start of a long dialogue on the benches as a Kamilah and Matthias Rutledge sealed a union of matrimony. The relevance of this wedding was lost on Kadir and Başıl, who didn’t understand why everybody ignored the difference in race, as much as being bothered by the public exposure of such a private affair.

 

They had come on the spontaneous invitation of some strangers on the road. The strangers were Dmitry Slasgravad and Albert Myre, who seemed to be kind and trustworthy to the fatigued Karamani. Despite these good sentiments, Başıl blamed them for the invitation to this barbaric display of love. As Kadir kept asking questions, Başıl ran out of answers. The obscurity of this wedding was no longer explainable. The two Karamanoğlu couldn’t wait to return to their encampment to tell about this odd experience. 

 

There they also met Csertan and Yetevychi, two obscure men with metal faces which nobody considered odd. They carried similar sentiments, not understanding the ways of the people of this Stone Yurt. They were riders too, just like the Karamani, but had abandoned the Karamani ways centuries ago. For his Kashgar and Timur, they had Kadak and Tigir. What they considered ancient, Kadir and Başıl considered a daily truth.  Regardless, a friendship was formed. They were invited to visit the Karamani yurts to smoke Hookah and play Matrak, and perhaps discuss trade. 

 

Both parties hoped that they could laugh in unison at the silly ways of the Stone yurt foreigners. 

 

[ThatDutchFellow 1147]

Bayezid would chuckle when he got word of his sons response "that is my boy" 

[1_Language_1 1671]

Matthias is happy to be married to his new wife, Kamilah. They were both of the Farfolk race, even though their sub-cultures differed between Southernos and Qalasheen. He reflects on the wedding from the time in his home, sitting alone while his wife slept. The Southernos looked over to his loyal dog who waited at his feet for a pet or two.

 

“Don’t look at me like that!” Matthias snapped softly at the dog, who by all means, tilted her head and kept staring. “I didn’t much care for the clergyman’s interjections, nor his attitude.. I’m glad he did the wedding.. I don’t know why I made it public, marriage is a sacred thing, and she was embarrassed by all the guests..” The elderly man sighed with a groan of defeat, resting his head on his hand. 

 

“The clergyman thought we looked like siblings.. I wonder if that was the worse insult of all.”

[Ztrog 1128]

Clovis Farlander would have frowned when he overheard the despicable conversation while the ceremony was going on. He would shake his head, as he gripped the handle of his cane. “Such conversation should not be held while in this moment of joy for their fellow man” he would murmur. The young man would keep his eyes forward on the couple at the altar. His frown fading back into a smile as he would remember all was not horrid in the world after all. 

[SiredFox 14]

Kadir would return to Bayezid, eager to tell him of how weird and tiresome the event he attended was. “Baba!” he’d say “ We must show the Infidels what a real wedding is like. Lets find uncle Bayram a wife!” The young boy would then go on to tell his father all that was wrong with this wedding

[ApplePieKathy 561]

Vivaca Rutledge shrugs