Historical setting: 602 C.E. A Woods in Gaul The guards argue for a moment over who should use the polearm, and they assure one another the spear tip is firmly in place. Now I feel the pain of it, and breath is… At this waking I am gasping for breath under a heapContinue reading “#44.6, Thurs., May 11, 2023”
Author Archives: J.K. Marlin
#44.5, Weds., May 10, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Woods near Chalôns Through darkness, I’m prodded on by the bishops’ guards. It seems one of those ancient skews of justice in response to an unwelcome message is to kill the messenger. Ancient people did it. It was probably born in the wilds before the human imagination could fathom reason.Continue reading “#44.5, Weds., May 10, 2023”
#44.4, Tues., May 9, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Chalôns Rage ignites these bishops – a flicker of wrath poofs to flaming venom! Father Columbanus’ suggestion for improving the use of a bishops’ council rings of insolence to these gathered. I assume I will be carrying an angry response back to the Father after they take a cooler momentContinue reading “#44.4, Tues., May 9, 2023”
#44.3, Thurs., May 4, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Chalôns The bishops are meeting in this place. Greg and Gabe are caught up in the pomp of the nobility and are no doubt peeking through any crack or hole they can find in these walls. The baro paces outside the door, while I enter with the bag containing the scrollContinue reading “#44.3, Thurs., May 4, 2023”
#44.2, Weds., May 3, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E., Chalôns When we were last in Chalôns, Ana and I were delivering messages from the Father to these bishops of Burgundy and Austrasia. Here, again, I am in Chalôns but across the city from the church of Father Felix, a follower of the Abbot. I am very sure no supporters ofContinue reading “#44.2, Weds., May 3, 2023”
#44.1, Tues., May 2, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. On the way to Chalôns Each night of this week on the journey to Chalôns we stop in a town and the boys go to do a task for the baro. They take on the role of royal guardsmen and proclaim Baro Dithrum’s visit at any random house that appears toContinue reading “#44.1, Tues., May 2, 2023”
#43.12, Thurs., April 27, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. On the road to Châlons This night in the straw I hear the boys talking to one another, sorting out the things they’ve seen and heard. They must assume I am asleep or that I’m not even here with them to listen to this. Gabe speaks first, “I’m glad Papa doesn’tContinue reading “#43.12, Thurs., April 27, 2023”
#43.11, Weds., April 26, 2023
istorical setting: 602 C.E. Beginning the journey to Châlons The mayor’s guard leaves with all but four of the horses: the baro’s very tall black stallion, a bay gilding for me, and the boys had horses which the baro explained were for “experienced mule riders requiring that special touch.” Greg and Gabe took that asContinue reading “#43.11, Weds., April 26, 2023”
43.10, Tues., April 25, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Luxeuil Our packs are weightier than they were for the pilgrimage. My boys set a fast pace walking as they imagine they will soon be horsemen. They still muddle in the fantasies of children, sharing the chatter of dreams between them. I seem no longer included in their world. Today weContinue reading “43.10, Tues., April 25, 2023”
“How Still Waters Run”
Dear Followers of Lazarus-Ink.blog The story that is unfolding now through the end of July continues in the blog as always, narrated in first person by the character/literary device, Lazarus. Also, for this part of the story, I chose to write the same story again, but in a different voice — that of ten-year-old Simon.Continue reading ““How Still Waters Run””
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