The Old Widow Weaver Woman

Once upon a time in a land far and away lived a wise and kind King and Queen. King Ezekiel and Queen Beatrice were loved by all in the land but were sorrowful because they had not been blessed with children in all the days of their marriage. Though they did not know it, the king’s wicked and jealous brother Lord Cyrus had bewitched the castle so that no child could be born within its walls. His wicked plan was to overwhelm the couple with the sadness of childlessness so that they might die from grief and he could ascend to their throne.

Then one day on the event of their 7th wedding anniversary, they came upon an old Widow Weaver Woman  whose husband had passed away and who now lived all alone in a dirty hovel with no family to care for her. Seeing her loneliness, King Ezekiel and Queen Beatrice offered her a home in the royal palace.

“Please join us so that we may have the pleasure of your company for all of your remaining years”, said King Ezekiel.

“Yes,” agreed Queen Beatrice, “We could not bear to leave you here alone. Please come home to the castle with us. We shall love and keep you safe for all of your days.”

The old Widow Weaver Woman  was overcome with gratitude and sought to bless the couple.

King and Queen, your kindness is without compare,

You have blessed me and I will bless you of I could please have a loc of your hair

The royal couple chuckled at the woman’s lyric, certain that there was nothing that the old old Widow Weaver Woman , with her meager means, could offer them. Though their deepest desire was for a child, they held no hope that they would be thus blessed and had resigned to live out their days loving just each other. But wanting to appease the old widow, Queen Beatrice, clipped one of her red and brown locs and gave it to the old widow for safe keeping

That night there was a grand feast and much merriment as the royal couple welcomed the Widow Weaver Woman into their home. The widow’s heart was filled to overflowing with thankfulness and after the couple had gone to bed, she set to work at her loom weaving and singing long into the night.

One two three as joyous as can be

Four five six and seven a gift as woven from the heavens

In his castle chambers, wicked Lord Cyrus could see the candle burning in the window of the old Widow Weaver Woman’s room and his eyes and heart burned with anger at the hearing of her song.

Weaver Widow old and broken

Leave this world, take your token.

So peace and joy might again be blight,

End your days within the fort night

A few days later, King Ezekiel and Queen Beatrice took the Widow Weaver Woman on a tour of the kingdom. As they knew it would make her happy, they arranged to have the finest threads in the land bought brought to the castle for her use. The Widow was overcome with gratitude and again sought bless the couple.

King and Queen, your kindness is without compare,

You have blessed me and I will bless you of I could please have a loc of your hair

The King and Queen just laughed sadly, sure that the Widow Weaver Woman  could not bless them with the deepest desire of their heart. But wanting to appease the old widow, King Ezekiel, clipped one of his coal black locs and gave it to the old widow for safe keeping.

That night, the widow’s heart was filled to overflowing with thankfulness and after the couple had gone to bed, she set to work at her loom weaving and singing long into the night.

One, two, three as joyous as can be

Four, five, six and seven a gift as woven from the heavens

In his castle chambers, wicked Lord Cyrus could still see the candle burning in the window of the old Widow Weaver Woman’s room and his eyes, heart and soul burned with anger at the hearing of her song.

Weaver Widow old and broken

Leave this world, take your token.

So peace and joy might again be blight.

End your days within the fort night

The next day the widow did not appear for breakfast and later when she still had not joined them for the noonday meal, the Kind and Queen became quite alarmed. Lord Cyrus was gleeful at the sight of their concern and worry for he knew the widow’s remaining days were few and the happiness she had bought to the royal couple would finally be at an end.

When King Ezekiel and Queen Beatrice went to the widow’s chambers to see about her, they found the widow in bed burning with fever. Immediately they summoned all the healers in the kingdom so that they might tend to the widow’s needs. The King and Queen never left her side for they had grown to love the widow like a mother. After 3 days the widow’s fever was broken but she was still very, very weak. When she opened her eyes, she was filled with gratitude and thanksgiving for she had grown to love the royal couple as if they were her own children and with her waning of breaths, she wished to bless them.

My King and My Queen, your kindness is without compare,

You have blessed me and I will bless you of I could please have a loc of your hair

The King and Queen were distraught for they could see that the widow’s life was ending so to appease her they each cut off one of their locs, pressed it into her hand and kissed her palm. That night as the King and Queen slept fitfully by her bedside, the Widow Weaver Woman crawled to her loom and set to work at her loom weaving and singing.

One two three, as joyous as can be

Four five six and seven, a gift as woven from the heavens

And with that, the Widow Weaver Woman took her last breath. When morning came, King Ezekiel and Queen Beatrice found the widow gone. In her bed were 3 magnificent cloaks that had been woven from the locs of their hair. The King and Queen were astonished at the beauty of the cloaks but deeply saddened at the loss of old Widow Weaver Woman . When they moved to unfurl the cloaks, intending to wear them in honor of their friend, they found 3 beautiful babies, 2 with locs as black as their father’s and 1 with locs as red and brown as their mother’s. The King and Queens joy was boundless and their hearts were filled with gratitude for their mother widow’s gift.

Laughter and gaiety filled halls of the castle. When evil Lord Cyrus heard it, his ears, his eyes, his heart and his soul burned and burst with rage and he dropped down dead where he stood ending his terrible curse evermore

After that, King Ezekiel, Queen Beatrice and their children lived happily and joyfully and thankfully all the days of their lives.

 

The End

 

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