The Woman Behind the Door of the Moon

The Woman Behind the Door of the Moon

On a dark Halloween night a long time ago the sea was deep and black under the cape of the sky. The waves swelled shimmery green and crashed on the shore. Then something else began to swell beneath the waters. Thirteen silver fish boiled up to the surface of the sea and flipped onto the land. The fish panted on the sand, and the moon slipped into the sky from behind a cloud.

    That was when the thirteen silver fish changed to thirteen huge black dogs. The dogs leapt at the moon and then began to run. They hurtled across the beach and onto the road where they ran and ran until they came to the place where the road crossed with two others.

And there at the road crossing, the dogs began to chase each other clockwise under the light of the moon. Out of the blur of fur and black came something else.

    Not fish, not dogs. This time girls. Women. Mothers. Cousins. Daughters. Nieces. Aunts. Grandmothers and granddaughters. Friends. All of them dancing and stepping high under the moon.

    "Hecate!" the people shouted.

    "Hecate!" they whispered. "Lady! Come to us!"

    They tipped their heads back and called to the moon. Called to the round white circle in the black velvet sky.

    "Mother! Hecate! Come to us!"

    A door opened. Up in the moon, a door opened. The people on the ground below breathed. A ladder came out of the door. Rung after rung, it slipped through the sky. Finally it reached the ground at the center of the circle. While the people in the circle looked up, a figure emerged from the door in the moon and began to climb down the ladder.

    The figure came closer and closer. And the people in the circle below began to see it was a Woman. Hood and hunched. With a huge bag slung over her robes. Down, down she traveled, until finally she stood in the center of the people.

    With both gnarled hands she heaved the bag off her shoulder. Then she removed the hood from her head.

    A little girl said, "You're here!"

    The Old Woman's face smiled. The moon lit the creases of her skin and the white mane of her hair. She opened the bag.

    Inside were glasses of milk foaming just at the brims and chocolate chip cookies with raisins and almonds. For eating and eating and eating. The girls ate. The mothers ate. The friends and the cousins and the grandmothers ate. The aunts and the nieces ate; the granddaughters ate. They ate until they were full."

    Then the Old Woman closed her bag. And she climbed back into the sky. She pulled up her ladder. And she closed the door. The moon glowed.

    The women and girls below began to dance. Faster and faster they moved. A circle of light. Whirling round and round. And then black. Furry and black. Thirteen dogs, howling at the moon. Then running. Bounding and leaping together. Away from the crossroads. Away down the road. Back across the beach. Then panting at the edge of the sea.

    Panting and panting. Panting silver fish. Thirteen silver fish on the sand. Then a flinging of those fish bodies into the sea. The sea deep and dark under the cape of the sky.

    And that's how it was on a Halloween night a long, long time ago.

- Carolyn McVickar Edwards, from The Storyteller's Goddess



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