V: Nightingale
The story of Ilya Maromets, defender of Kyiv.
Good morning. Today is quintidi, the 5th of Floréal, Year CCXXXI. We celebrate le rossignol, a finch with a beautiful song.
There's an old Kyivan Rus folk tale from its days as a sometime Tatar vassal state which speaks of fighting for independence from the yoke of an invader. While in many stories, a bird becomes a symbol of freedom or hope, here we see the opposite – the bird as a nuisance from afar that must be silenced.
The story is of a boy named Ilya from a village in modern-day Ukraine called Murom. He was a sickly child, barely able to walk, and he would rest upon his parent's great stone hearth all day while they tilled their fields. Some pilgrims came by the farmhouse hoping to beg or work for food, and they saw the young Ilya, and took pity on him. They performed a healing ritual, and somehow destiny knitted this healing into Ilya's bones, making him not only able-bodied but mighty. He leapt up and joined his parents in the field, much to their surprise. This child would go on to liberate Kyiv.