Nadja already stood expectantly on her milking bench watching me with soft eyes. The Goddess was smiling her blessing on my special day, and the moon was under her feet.Presently, chilled, I trudged down the hill and got the bowl.
The cold wind flapped my cloak about me, but I did not feel it, overcome as I was by that heavenly sign. I saw only that sunny days were better than rainy ones."She was there - the Morning Star - just as Grandmother Lili had promised, brilliant in the brightening sky above the far roofs of Jerusalem, and beneath her, just rising over the dark shape of the Temple, the slimmest crescent moon. There had been little rain this year or the one before, and though my parents worried about it in their talk, I thought little of it. The sparse grass showed weak new growth at the crown of the hill where it lay open to the dew and fight frost of the winter just past. Hanging the bowl on Nadja's tether post, I faced into the dawn breeze and climbed the little rise behind our house.
I went outdoors with the milking bowl and breathed in the sweet air. The excitement that had wakened me combined with the cold, and I shivered, pulling my cloak around me. On the day I was given to the Goddess I awakened before daylight, a strange fluttering inside me.
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