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In the dunes, by the sea at Traighe Uige or perhaps Mealasta?
Rabbits came and went.
Cows stumbled and lowed.
Storms rose and fell.
Sand drifted up to their knees.
And they waited.
The King settled back in this throne and resigned himself to
the wait.
The Queen slumped with boredom, chin on hand.
The Beserker bit down hard on his shield ‘til small shards
of walrus ivory splintered his tongue.
The bishop had his faith.
And still they waited.
Then one day MacLeod’s cow, or a massive storm or Pure Chance
speared their darkness with a shaft of light, and the rest is history.
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The Lewis Chessman were discovered in the Western Isles in the 19th
century. The circumstances of their recovery are rather mysterious
but this is how I imagine them in the last few moments before they saw the
light of day again after centuries of darkness. We were lucky enough to see the The Lewis Chessman Unmasked exhibition at the Museum nan Eilean, in Stornoway. I was amazed by the luminous quality of the walrus ivory and just how tactile they looked (though of course they were safely behind glass).
[nope, not a beachcombing find (unfortunately), just a museum shop replica]
