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    Two Ghost's Salvation, Book I: Sal's Tale: Ghost Hunters Mystery Parables
    Two Ghost's Salvation, Book I: Sal's Tale: Ghost Hunters Mystery Parables
    Two Ghost's Salvation, Book I: Sal's Tale: Ghost Hunters Mystery Parables
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    Two Ghost's Salvation, Book I: Sal's Tale: Ghost Hunters Mystery Parables

    By S. H. Marpel

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    In the days when people were owned by the land, two young girls found their power by becoming ghosts, then spirit guides. This is their origin-story...

    Their parents were serfs, and belonged to two different dukedoms. Falling in love endangered them both. Becoming pregnant with twins made this even worse.

    Fleeing to the King's forest, their Dad had to raise them by himself, as Mother died shortly after birthing them. But her spirit remained on Earth to watch over them. Sal and Jude could see her, and knew their Dad could feel her presence. 

    But the problem in survival was staying hidden, because they were on hunting land the King claimed as his own.

    And forces were at work to find them...

     

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    We were both born as twins. But as you can see, we were never identical. Jude had black hair and I had blond. And our Da told us that we were more alike than not, otherwise. We liked to drink our milk and smile and gurgle. And neither of us cried much.

    But we didn't know our Ma much, well not at first. She caught a fever a few days after we were born and died soon after. Da was upset by this, but he often told us that our smiles and gurgles took all the pain away. That, and when he went out to hunt that night, he found a white and black spotted milk goat who had wandered off into the woods and was following him around as he tried to hunt. Her udders were full, and looked tight and painful to Da. So he took the goat home to us, so we could have some milk until he could find where she had wandered off from.

    It was that night where we saw our Ma again. She was smiling at us, and we smiled back. Da couldn't see her, so he didn't understand why we were so happy. But with full bellies, we went to sleep and Da milked the rest from that goat and put the milk into skins to make into cheese. Then he tethered the goat right outside the hut to graze.

    He never did find out who that goat belonged to. No farm around us was missing any. And we had that goat until we could eat solid food, Da said. And then it wandered off again one day. But it wasn't the last time both tame and wild life around our cabin would take care of us.

    We grew like sprouts, Da told us. Soon we were walking and getting into trouble. When he went off to hunt food for us to eat, he soon devised a system of tying us to opposite corners of the cabin, just long enough to not get us tangled with each other or anything else. Everything up and out of our reach, and secured so it couldn't fall on us.

    What he didn't know is that the mice and birds would come to entertain us while he was gone. We would hear symphonies by the birds, and watch balancing and tumbling acts by the mice. And we knew Da was close when they would combine the most dramatic action with the trilling accompaniment of the birds. And when the door opened, the birds and mice would vanish, leaving us smiling and clapping just as Da opened the door with some game he had caught.

    . . .

    In those days, the land wasn't owned by people, it was all property of the King, unless deeded to a local count or baron, but the property title could be withdrawn at any time.

    People were property of the land. And were supposed to stay with it. Our family, our Da and Ma, were from two different deeds. They'd met at a trading festival and fell in love.

    Both Dukes wanted both of them, or would be just as happy to split them up so they could re-mate to someone else within the land deed they belonged to. But our parents eloped into hiding - and away from everyone they knew, to keep their families and themselves safe.

    When Ma found she was pregnant, that made the problem very serious. You can't split a child...

     

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLiving Sensical Press
    Release dateAug 5, 2018
    ISBN9781386711438
    Two Ghost's Salvation, Book I: Sal's Tale: Ghost Hunters Mystery Parables
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      Two Ghost's Salvation, Book I - S. H. Marpel

      IN THE DAYS WHEN PEOPLE were owned by the land, two young girls found their power by becoming ghosts, then spirit guides. This is their origin-story...

      Their parents were serfs, and belonged to two different dukedoms. Falling in love endangered them both. Becoming pregnant with twins made this even worse.

      Fleeing to the King's forest, their Dad had to raise them by himself, as Mother died shortly after birthing them. But her spirit remained on Earth to watch over them. Sal and Jude could see her, and knew their Dad could feel her presence.

      But the problem in survival was staying hidden, because they were on hunting land the King claimed as his own.

      And forces were at work to find them...

      I

      SAL AND JUDE SHIMMERED into view near the barn stall where I was bottle-feeding the new calf.

      Oh, it’s so cute! Jude exclaimed. Cute dark eyes and all-black. Darling!

      Just like you’d dressed it yourself, Sal added.

      Oh I think he’s got a lot of both of you in him, I said. He’s quite energetic for being just a few hours old, and still has a lot of sense in what he does.

      I had the calf backed against the wood slats of the fence between us. His middle was between my legs and one of my bare hands was holding the plastic milk bottle in his mouth, while the other stroked his neck.

      Jude bent to look under the slats. Oh, I can see now why you call it ‘him.’ Pretty well-endowed for his age.

      And you’d have to be our local expert on male anatomy. Added Sal with a sly grin.

      Jude smiled at this. Yes, I’ve seen more than my share of equipment, both male and female.

      I raised an eyebrow at this.

      Oh don’t pretend to be such a prude. I’ve read the stories you’ve published. Jude said to me.

      Farm life is a bit graphic at times. It’s city life that makes it violent and mysterious. I replied.

      Well that little one might be graphic, but he sure is hungry, Sal said. Why are you the one doing this - where’s his mom?

      At that the little calf jerked to free his head. I repositioned the bottle to be more comfortable and he returned to sucking his milk breakfast. I’ll have to get his mother up out of the pasture. She seemed to have had a rough delivery. Head-butting this little one all over the place. I’d never seen that before and was glad I came along when I did.

      So that’s why we are at this barn instead of your cabin, Sal said.

      Yeah. Guess it wasn’t too hard for you to find me. I replied.

      No, when we couldn’t find your cuteness at your cabin, we only had to focus a little bit more. Phasing in here was the simple part. Jude said.

      Of course, what to focus on is a matter of preference. Sal joked.

      Jude flushed slightly. What you prefer and I prefer are slightly different...

      And that is what makes you both so endearing to me, I finished.

      At that, the calf wriggled enough to push the bottle nipple completely out of his mouth. I held up the bottle to see it was mostly gone, so let the calf loose. He wobbled a bit on his own. And then took a few steps before collapsing on himself in the deep straw. Stomach full, feet tucked under him, he looked the picture of comfort. Coughed once to clear his throat, then sniffed around at his new home.

      Quite a rural picture of contentment, said Sal.

      You two are always happy when you come here, I said.

      Yes, this is so much like our own life - before, agreed Jude.

      Before? I asked.

      Sure, before. When we were growing up originally, Jude said.

      You mean before you were spirit guides? I asked.

      And before we were guides, we were ghosts. Before we were ghosts, of course we were human girls, added Sal.

      Old Ben mentioned something of this to me, I said.

      So you two have been gossiping behind our backs? Jude put her hands on her hips, pretending to be offended.

      Watch it, sis. ‘What offends thee might be the offense you’ve given others.’ Sal poked her in the ribs with a finger, which tickled Jude into a giggle.

      You got me there. Not like we haven’t been a little loose-lipped at times. Jude admitted.

      I just asked Ben to tell me some stories about you two, so I could understand and help you more. I said.

      And Ben told about us growing up as kids? Jude asked.

      Not so much, I said. Ben just implied that you had human origins, and so would have some human reactions to things. Not that spirit guides would retain many...

      ‘Retain many!’ Jude snorted.

      Oh, like you don’t prefer to bed almost every man you meet - like that isn’t one of your old human preferences? Sal said.

      Ladies, I hate to interrupt this, but my hands are sticky and smell like calf. Let’s get back up to the cabin so I can clean up everything. We’ll be more comfortable inside and you can tell me while I’m rinsing out this bottle-feeder. I said.

      Well we can at least help with that. Jude said.

      And tell you about our ‘mysterious origins’ that Ben made you curious about. Sal finished.

      The air shimmered as the barn faded from sight.

      II

      WE ARRIVED OUTSIDE the cabin, thankfully. My boots weren’t the cleanest smelling after all this barn work. I preferred to remove them out on the porch instead of tracking questionable mud inside.

      I motioned the two gals ahead of me. Sal took the milk bottle out of my hands while Jude held the door for her to go ahead. That left my hands free to hold onto the railing use the v-notched wooden boot-puller by the door.

      Shortly, I was inside with my coat hung up on an inside-door coat hook, and set my denim ball cap on top of the coat.

      Sal had filled two buckets with water, added what looked like my natural biodegradable soap to the first one. How hot would you like it? She asked.

      Hot enough to do the job and not so hot my hands will regret working in it.

      Sal sent a tiny fireball arcing into the water. A tiny splash with a cloud of steam rose from it, as well as more bubbles on the water’s surface inside the bucket..

      I stuck one finger in. Perfect. You really have that fireball stuff down to a fine art. I said.

      Smiling, Sal nodded. I’ve gotten a lot of practice recently.

      Pulling my rolling black desk-chaIr over to the buckets, I took a bottle brush and a worn scrub-rag from the top of the counter and got to work. A little rinsing, then drying the outside and then standing to put the bottle, nipple top and brush into a drying rack over a shallow tray. The wash rag was rinsed and wrung out, then it and the drying cloth went back onto their own racks to air dry. Even my hands were clean and dry again.

      Sal had set up the folding wooden chair I kept behind the door, sitting in it with legs crossed. Jude was reclining on the futon couch, one arm extended over the top edge, the other on her legs which were crossed toward me. As usual, her top was half unbuttoned. The slight angle gave me more of a feminine view than I wanted this early in the day.

      Rolling back

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