Bravery of Two Mothers
The Bravery of Two Mothers
As barbaric troops approached by land,
the villagers held a meeting to decide
whether to stand and fight to the last man
or to flee into the mountains and hide.
The young men wanted to stand and fight.
The elders and women wanted to flee.
Bravado prevailed; despite their plight,
the men made victory their guarantee.
She walked to the enemy camp and approached
a sentry. The man looked at her with deep scorn.
When she told him her mission, he reproached
her. She said, “I’ll not leave without my firstborn.”
The guard laughed, knocking her to the ground,
then kicked her hard just as the barbarian chief
rode by. He dismounted and with a blow downed
the sentry — actions which filled her with disbelief.
“We do not kick old women in my camp,” he
announced loudly for all to hear. He helped her
to her feet, saying, “Here you must not be.
Flee, for tomorrow your village will incur
our wrath. We’ll burn all ’til nothing stands.”
She replied, “My son lies dead on yon battlefield.
I’ve come to retrieve his body off the bloody sands.”
The chief asked, “Why should I grant your appeal?”
The woman looked him in the eyes and softly said,
“You have a mother. Suppose it were you lying dead
after a battle, then would you not want her to be led
to your body for burial, with it not left as carrion instead?”
The chieftain turned to a nearby soldier. “You, escort
this woman to find her son’s body.” Thus, they went
and searched the field without success. As a last resort,
the mother called out her son’s name as a lament.
“Here. Over here,” came a faint response. The mother
rushed to her son, who was gravely wounded but alive.
“My son! My son! You live!” She began to smother
him with kisses in her joy. “I never expected to survive,”
her son said. “What are you doing here? It’s still quite
dangerous.” The enemy soldier ran to report that her
son lived. The mother was still binding his wounds tight
to stop blood loss, when the chief ordered her to defer.
mother and son, the chief ordered him to wait.
“Kill me first, if you must have more blood,” she
continued. The chief spoke, “Woman, your fate
lies with me. Your bravery impresses even me.
“I give you both your and your son’s lives today.”
As the chief turned to leave, the woman stood
and said, “Spare our village! Can you find a way?
What’s one village to you? Do this if you would.”
of his hand, the horde turned and rode away.
When the villagers returned, they all wondered
why the barbarian leader had let the woman stay
alive and why the village had not been plundered.
The woman had seen something in the chief’s eyes.
Little did she know, but this chief was only now alive
because his own beloved mother had met her demise
as she shielded him from an enemy arrow at age five.