Monday, June 01, 2009

Grief beyond words

The noble lady mentioned Saturday now rides forth, offering herself as a hostage to prevent the destruction of her city and people. Five worthies follow in her wake, having risen to her example.

As for her father....
H. looked on from the ramparts, his face tense as a drawn bow, wishing death and unspeakable destruction on M., his people, and his allies.
Others ride forth from the next city to the north to defend her town, not knowing what she has done. Still others have assembled to join in battle. Can one gather so much powder and not expect a spark?

I did not get much written yesterday and really very little today. Now here I am, up at midnight and dead tired. To bed!

Sweet dreams, my rascally ridgebacks!

--the BB

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