Hilda Defends The Honor Of Womanhood
by GJ



Dear readers: This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons
living or dead, settings, or other story elements are strictly coincidence. I
hope you enjoy. It is dedicated to the most powerful of all........Diana

Hida Defends The Honor Of Womanhood

A Minute Biography

Hild was initially put in charge of a small group of women who were also
aspiring to the religious life, at a small house on the River Wear. It was
speedily realized by Bishop Aidan that she was ready for wider
responsibilities and the opportunity soon presented itself. There was a much
larger and fully established religious house of women at Hartlepool whose
Foundress, Bega, was founding a new house at Tadcaster and Hild was called to
take her place as Superior, and she was at Hartlepool when she received her
final call.

So in 657, Hild, with a number of her sisters from Hartlepool, came to settle
in her new home, where she remained till her death in 680. It was a many sided
life. First, she was the spiritual ruler and mother of a large community
including sisters, novices, aspirants. Then there was a more secular side to
her life, as a landowner, she had many in her employ, men to care for sheep
and cattle, tillage and wood cutting, for whom she was intimately responsible.
She was also Lady of the village which huddled at the foot of the
Monastery,.just as in her mother's dream the light had brightened till it
shone over all England, the fame of the goodness and wisdom of the Abbess Hild
spread, drawing many kings and nobles from far distances to seek from her that
help and counsel.

So it came to pass ,in this simple yet idyllic existence, that the lands
flourished and The Holy One did indeed shine his light on this kingdom, run by
this Powerful and Strong woman. Now each woman, who resided within its
borders, shared something in common. Each was impossibly fit, strong beyond
belief, with huge, rippling muscles. One female arm, for example, was bigger
than any man's who lived within its hallowed walls..... so big in fact that
they often averaged in the 20" range and above. The men respected the power of
these Amazons of Holiness , fearing the swift retribution of God, thru the
sinews of female justice.

Take for example, Derek, the blacksmith. Now he was the largest man in the
kingdom able to lift wagons, carts, wheels, anything by himself. His muscles
were gigantic. One day, while at the tavern, "The Red Bull", he made the
mistake of imbibing too much meade. Leaving after consuming many pints of this
brew, he went through town singing at the top of his lungs. Soon all the
shuttered windows of the simple dwellings were cast open, and the occupants of
each house strained to see what the racket might be about. Soon, quick as a
wink, Derek was surrounded by six ladies, furious that he would wake up their
sleeping children, so ruthlessly.

Weaving about, in his cups, he tried to push these immovable objects aside.
That was his first mistake. His second mistake was to mouth off to them with,
"Begone ladies, let a real man pass to his home. Do it quick or I will have to
beat you, as I might my old mare Vassel." Well these strong ladies did not
move. In fact, the biggest of them, Gwen walked up to him with a confident
air. She walked right up to his face and shook her head, saying, "Sorry excuse
for a man, so you want to beat us as you might your poor innocent beast of
burden? You must be punished for your surliness immediately."

Then, she rolled up her peasant blouse and exposed her 24" bicep to him. "Now,
you named Derek, come her and show respect by kissing the powerful muscle in
my right arm...then do the same for the left one as well...after that kiss
every woman's muscle peak assembled here NOW. Do it now and I will put you to
sleep mercifully with one punch. Otherwise incur the wrath of God as my fists
make you into mincemeat . "

Derek, devoid of good sense, as his reasoning was clouded, by excessive
libations, stood up tall, to his full 6'5" height and laughed in Gwen's face.
"Begone woman, this will be the last time I will tell you. Run home to your
man, who quakes and shivers because he is afraid of those tiny muscles you so
freely expose to the cool night air." Then he balled up his giant fist and
threw a punch at her belly. Big mistake that, for that belly was indeed made
of steel and as his fist struck it, the assembled women heard a
Crackkkkkkkkkkkkk. Shortly there after, Derek was heard to scream out, "Oh my
God, my hand, whatever will I do, it is broken for sure. How can I mend horses
hooves, wagons or forge steel tools for these people?"

Looking calm as ever, Gwen put her hand on the huge beared man's face and
turned it up towards her. "Remember my words, your disrespect for Womanhood
must be punished." Then, realizing what was about to happen, Derek began to
whimper, as a child might, knowing that he had done wrong and would soon be
paddled with a switch from a yonder tree. Gwen instructed him with, "Now keep
your face at that angle..... do not move ." Flexing in his upturned face, her
huge arm balled into a cantaloupe of muscle as she drove her fist squarely
into the center of his face.

The effects of that punch were indeed something to behold. All who witnessed
it, later would say it sounded like a tree being cut down. Poor Derek had his
teeth knocked out and his jaw unhinged with that one punch. Unfortunately, he
stayed up, yet he was indeed unconscious. He drunkenly weaved about . Taking
this for meade-induced lack of coordination, Gwen raised her other arm and
flexed it up and down. Drawing back this arm, she hit him with an even harder
punch, this time shattering his nose. He was thrown back by its force, yet he
rocked back on his heels and stood up, dripping and spraying blood all over
the circle of women.

Shaking her head as if to convey incredulity, Gwen shook out her arms and
pulled back her right fist one last time. However, the force of shaking those
arms made the air quiver and it hit her beaten opponent like a third punch. He
fell over as if he were pole- axed with a great sword. The ground shook with a
great upheaval. Gwen was relieved since firstly, a third punch would probably
leave Derek brain dead and secondly, it would mean her punches had gotten too
soft, which for a woman in that Kingdom, was something never to contemplate.

The six women carried the comatose, beaten smith inside, to be attended to.
They would, out of necessity have to reset his jaw and nose. Yet Gwen gave
word that this was to be done while Derek was fully awake. That would be the
last of his punishment. In addition, he still needed to kiss the bicep of each
of woman, who was assembled that very night. So it was decreed.

So you see, dear reader, that peace and harmony did prevail at the hands, or
more rightly, the muscles of the Sisterhood of The Order of St. Hilda.