Mist-veiled, Wishy sat on the rock and sobbed.
Look what they’re doing! Robbing her of her sacred gifts.
Who are these men anyway, grubbing around in her lake now the water level’s down? Didn’t they know the curses they brought upon themselves and their kind?
It wasn’t their kind who’d laid those gifts with peace in their heart, and love. Peace, for they’d fought enough, and killed enough. Swords they gave, and feasting bowls. Helmets and shields, torcs and brooches, crafted with a keen eye for Wishy in her many forms; crafted to please her. And how they did please her.
For centuries she had guarded and treasured them. And now, as if from her womb, they were torn.
119 words written for What Pegman Saw: Switzerland.
In 1857 Swiss archaeologist Hans Kopp discovered what was to be revealed as a Celtic treasure trove at La Tène on the shore of Lake Neuchâtel. To date, over 2,500 relics dating from the late Iron Age (450-50BC) have been uncovered. Want to know more? See Simon Bradley at swissinfo.ch