Moyri’s village, Two Bridges, is on the South bank of the Rycha, and when I asked about the nearest leper colony, they pointed at the North bank. Might as well have been in Rizenay, for all that. We’d have to go west along the South bank until we reached a place opposite Ferin and Tamsin’s inn, and then ask someone to ferry us over. It would only be about a week by foot, and no, Two Bridges doesn’t possess a single boat, not even for fishing! They make baskets from reed or willow branches, and once a year, their stock is collected by a merchant — like the one we travelled with from Three Hills to Tilis. There’s a Temple of Naigha, but that serves a number of small villages. There are about three families here, that’s all, and nobody is gifted…
The Rycha is beautiful, even in the middle of autumn. Around Nesh it starts getting wide, before that it’s not that wide. There aren’t many villages or even farms, and there are so many birds, and as soon as Veray is out of sight, it also smells clean and fresh.
We didn’t stay awake for too long that night, but there was time to be together and have fun… After all, in a couple of days we’ll be leaving for Tilis and it’s very unlikely we’ll be able to find a boat with a private cabin for two of us. That sort of boat you only find on sea! In the middle of having fun, Moyri suddenly started talking about the school plans.
We woke up late… Our apprentices were already in the Order House, apparently exercising with stick fighting. Good… That way they didn’t have to see our red eyes, pasty complexions blue rims under our eyes, or our frightful hair that we couldn’t get fixed no matter how much water we used. Cream, fruit, honey, oil and a lot of me in Moyri’s hair, and a lot of her in mine made us look like complete frights! Also, the honey has made my lips itch a bit.
Lysna knew I was facing a fight without an end, because even if I’d married the man my father would have selected for me, the fight would not have stopped. And she taught me to fight that fight the best she knew. But now the fight is over. It seemed over when I was sent out to Selday. It felt over when I was married to Moyri. And now that I’ve left Turenay, it’s completely and finally over.
This was password protected because it might be too painful. People have said it’s fine, though. But be warned. There’s serious painfulness.
Most people play games on New Year’s Eve, I’m told, and so did Irina and I. And lots happened. (CW: mention of incest/rape, at the end)
We reached the Eternal Fire just before noon. There was now a serious-looking eight-sided wall around the fireplace, the place where Arni sent the Nameless packing. Well, wall, it was more like a pile of boulders and smaller stones, a sort of berm or rampart. Still, quite a few people must’ve added their stone. We did our prayers, only in Ilaini this time. We remembered the King and Queen, and the hangings that probably would be happening right now. And then, while the horses had a rest, the apprentices had a stroll around, Moyri and I went to look for a secluded place to make love to each other. By now, Maile and Moryn don’t even giggle any-more when they notice their masters going all lovey-dovey and touchy-feely, from the looks on their faces they’ve begun to find it normal. Cute normal, but normal. Which is good. The love-making was also good, of course. Early in the afternoon we reached a farmhouse, and I recognized it from Hylti’s descriptions. So we asked whether we could sleep in the hay, which was, of course no problem. We had news from Valdis, which was welcome, and they had plenty of food, and […]
So the accused, the witnesses and the guards arrived. The King decided to hear the case immediately, not even to wait until the next day. He first heard the accused, then me, then Maile and Moyri and Ajay, then the witnesses who were complicit in the crime. Well, there wasn’t much the accused could say to exculpate themselves; we had found the children in the house, we had witnesses to say that they had fed and washed the children. We had found the letters from Koll Konande with instructions, the plans for the ship — the ships, even! There was nothing they could say, and they knew it. Oh Anshen! Courageous, just Anshen, who I love so much, these people were going to die. The King announced he’d pronounce sentence tomorrow morning, at dawn, and had the accused led back to the Palace prison. He took Moyri and me, general Ferin and Raisse to his private apartments. There were things to discuss, he said. The first thing he said was that the prisoners were going to hang. I remembered Hylti’s stories of Queen Raisse hanging the Lord of Three Hills, and how much that had hurt Raisse, and I got […]
What is it with good food that it makes me so playful? Even though I was rather brooding over Moryn’s idea of staying in Valdis, by the time we had reached the Palace after our dinner at the Three Kings, I wasn’t worrying about it any more, but rather looking forward to asking for a jar of honey and a pitcher of white Lenyas wine, towels and some clean bed linen, because I had plans with that jar of honey. Also, water to wash ourselves with before making the bed again. Moyri with honey is, I think, my favourite desert! The next day, I first gave our apprentices their lessons in the Palace Library; library lessons, to be exact, that is, learning how to work with a library, how to find books, how books are ordered and how to handle books — that is the first beginning of scholarship. They were fascinated, but it was dusty work, and after a morning like that, I felt we all needed an afternoon with more physical activity. (Though books can be heavy, too!) So, having ascertained that Moyri was already training at a nearby fencing school, I took us there, for their first […]