Black and grey tattoo of a stag inside an ornate scrolled frame with a small circular symbol, on the outer thigh.

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Stag in an ornate scrolled frame on a thigh

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A pale stag stands in the centre of a dark, shaded background, enclosed by a heavy frame of scrolling foliage and curls. A small circular symbol with a triangle sits at the upper right of the frame. The work is shown in black and grey with fine outlines and soft shading inside the panel, set against a red upholstered surface.

Thigh Stag Deer Frame Scrollwork Circle Triangle Symbol

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The stag came down to the water meadow the week the mill wheel stopped, and nobody in Harrowcombe could say who had stopped it. Old Ada Penhale swore she had seen it step out of the alder dark with frost on its antlers in the middle of June, and that it looked at the mill the way a man looks at a debt. The miller's boy laughed at her. He stopped laughing when the bridge timbers began to rot in a straight line, as if something had walked over them with a rule.

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They sent for the reeve's daughter, because she had been away to the town school and could read the old parish book. She sat on the chapel step with it open on her knees and read out the entry from the year of the great flood. A stag had been seen in the same meadow. The villagers had shut the gate on it and set a frame of blackthorn round the gate, and for a hundred years nothing had come through. Nobody had thought to keep the blackthorn cut.

So they cut it, that evening, all of them, with their hands bleeding and their lanterns hung from the hedge. When the last branch fell the stag was standing at the far side of the gate, pale against the dark trees, and it did not come forward. It only lowered its head, once, the way you bow to someone who has done you a kindness they will be paying back. Then the mill wheel began to turn again, slow and creaking, and the reeve's daughter closed the book and found that her hands had stopped shaking.