Post #10.1, Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Historical setting: 563 C.E., on the Western Shore of Gaul Before we are in sight we can smell the fragrant cooking fires, the wafts of plenty along the pathways of these wharves. Everything that was taken from Constantia after the fire is relocated here in this place.  Ships of both navy and merchant are mooredContinue reading “Post #10.1, Wednesday, July 1, 2020”

Post #9.13, Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul I know people move from one age to the next in slow stages, maybe with the exception of birth and death that always seem to take us by surprise. Yet, I guess I had been expecting Nic to step off the dromon and immediatelyContinue reading “Post #9.13, Tuesday, June 30, 2020”

Post #9.12, Thursday, June 25, 2020

Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul          On this new day Nic and I are walking the seaside cliffs back the way he came just two days ago. We are going to a harbor that merchant ships frequent with the hope to find passage to Iberia.          Nic provided meContinue reading “Post #9.12, Thursday, June 25, 2020”

Post #9.11, Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul          The guard at the garrison gate tells me the older soldier with the shirt of mail is staying here in the servant’s quarters of the officer’s barracks. He is not in his quarters just now. I can wait on this bench at theContinue reading “Post #9.11, Wednesday, June 24, 2020”

Post #9.10, Tuesday, June 23, 2020

Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul The priest might have met Nic last night, and it may be that Nic remembered his promise to be my sponsor, and that we would meet in Constantia. I asked Father Silas if he heard where the man was staying.          “Funny, you askContinue reading “Post #9.10, Tuesday, June 23, 2020”

Post #9.9, Thursday, June 18, 2020

Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul          Tentacles of light prod promise unto paths of bright day through treetops trumpeting the grand entrance of the sun.          The children conclude their grief ritual as Father Silas leads six of his followers onto the beach. They come with baskets of breadContinue reading “Post #9.9, Thursday, June 18, 2020”

Post #9.8, Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul          I am aware of the scramble in the woods as we walk near the graves and the children take their posts at the arsenal of rotting roots. Soon those ghost-gobbling boars will be upon us.  I call to the children.          “St. Matthew,Continue reading “Post #9.8, Wednesday, June 17, 2020”

Post #9.7, Tuesday, June 16,2020

Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul As the priest walks with me he is pouring out a verbose string of happenstance that allowed four orphans to struggle unknown for a whole winter in a Christian claimed wood. He unwinds a twine of guilt and caring, and also a great tangleContinue reading “Post #9.7, Tuesday, June 16,2020”

Post #9.6, Thursday, June 11, 2020

Historical setting: A dark age on the Saxony Shore of Gaul          The priest continues, “I see your rags and bare feet but I see no children. If you want a crust of bread from me you will have to beg more truthfully.”          “Truthfully then, I am not a beggar, I believe I haveContinue reading “Post #9.6, Thursday, June 11, 2020”

Post #9.5, Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Historical setting: A dark age on the Shore of Gaul My habit of keeping night watch is still useful, as I’ve already slept this day and I’m easily prepared to keep this watch fire. These children can get the kind of night’s rest gifted to little ones in every other nest and den of everyContinue reading “Post #9.5, Wednesday, June 10, 2020”