The Victorious Maiden Or The Fool

Written by Alison Reed 6/20/2010

Here is my story about the victorious maiden as she once was called. It is a story about love and heartache.

It was early March, I think when I first laid eyes on the serpent. Some called her the victorious maiden, and so didst I at one time. From the moment I laid eyes on her I was bewitched. I thought no woman could ever compare with her beauty. I had only seen her a few times, but I was already in love with her.

One day I could not help but call out, "Oh, victorious maiden! You shall live like a queen. With rubies and emeralds at thy right hand and diamonds and pearls at thy left. There wilt never be any queen such as thee. All people shall say as you pass their way, "Oh, hail victorious maiden! Where dost thou comest from? You are like an angel without wings. Why dost thou stay amoungst us? For we are plain and don't deserve your beauty." No one wilt have seen the likes of thee.

Oh, victorious maiden, how thou shalt live! Shalt thou live with all these riches, which are not good enough for thee? Wilt thou lets thou humblest servant say, "Wilt thou marriest?" No, thou knowest what thy heart wants. Thou wilt love whom thou wilt. But wilt thou and couldest thou love me? Thy humblest servant?"

Then thou surprises me by answering that thou couldest and dost. "How is this possible? You leavest me in confusion, for thou wooest in the night to another. Which be it? That thou lovest me or this other person?" Then thou answers that I must be mistaken, for thou dost not wooest to anyone. "If thouest be my humblest servant, then marry me, and tonight," she said. You knockest me off my feet with thy words. For I am overjoyed.

So, I was to marry the victorious maiden. So, I guess you could have called me the victorious sir. But we could not be married yet, for she grew ill. Everyday, I camest to her door and knockest, but no one camest to my summons.

Finally, on thee ninth day since our wooest night, (as it shall ever after be called) I knockest again at thy door and again there wast no answer. Finally, as I wast giving up hope, a man came down the path towards me and said, "They hast left eight and a half days ago." I thanked him and left.

That is how I foundest out that the victorious maiden wast not victorious, but a lying serpent. And I prayed to the gods that you'd be cursed forever more. And so, this story shall be called "The Victorious Maiden" and "The Fool." For that is what I am. After this happened, the victorious maiden wast never heard of again.

The End.