Historical setting: Bragda, Galleacia, 563 C.E. Mountains and valleys make long rides of short views. The huge central edifice for Christian worship and bishop business is the largest building in the city spread in this valley, but it is nearly an hour’s ride zig-zagging down the hill from the inn onto these old city’sContinue reading “Post #12.3, Thursday, September 3, 2020”
Category Archives: Historical Fiction
Post #12.2, Wednesday, September 2, 2020
Historical setting: Bragda, Galleacia, 563 C.E. While Nic and the other boarders in this loft seem a chorus of bullfrogs in peaceful snores, I spend this darkness sorting thoughts and what-if’s; memories in glimpses; time in centuries not months, and I try to retrieve any lingering thoughts I have of a wife with aContinue reading “Post #12.2, Wednesday, September 2, 2020”
Post #12.1, Tuesday, September 1, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., Galleacia At this waking our minds, our hopes, our plans for a new day are fully in-tact; but every bone and joint has only one position without hurt and that is the one position remembered from the long trots and strides of yesterday’s many hours of riding. I hear Nic’sContinue reading “Post #12.1, Tuesday, September 1, 2020”
Post #11.12, Thursday, August 27, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., somewhere near in Galleacia A slow start this morning then a pace unhurried. We are still a distance from the turn to follow the river to Bracara. Nic asks someone at this watering place where travelers may spend a night. Again, it seems everyone is speaking the language of the Visigoth’sContinue reading “Post #11.12, Thursday, August 27, 2020”
Post #11.11, Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Historical setting: Remembering a time, maybe 452 C.E.? The heat of the day is upon us so we find a cool flowing creek to water the horses. Nic asks why they needed the Gospel of John brought all these years after the cult leader was executed. He does say, “all these years after” asContinue reading “Post #11.11, Wednesday, August 26, 2020”
Post #11.10, Tuesday, August 25, 2020
Historical setting: A Dark Age On the Road in Iberia “So, Brother Lazarus, you haven’t yet explained how the ‘Gospel of John’ cures the Iberian heresy. If the sin is dualism, or judging everything either good or bad, a Gospel hardly seems a cure.” “The worry over that heresy started when a cult wasContinue reading “Post #11.10, Tuesday, August 25, 2020”
Post #11.9, Thursday, August 20, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E. On the Road in Galeacia “If it wasn’t sex and it wasn’t disobedience what was it that went wrong in the garden that eventually led to the deadly heresy that took the full ‘Gospel of John’ to dispel?” Nic asks, nudging more holy yammer. And I fall right in. “Well,Continue reading “Post #11.9, Thursday, August 20, 2020”
Post #11.8, Wednesday, August 19, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., Iberia We are preparing our horses for the day’s ride. The Great Rose has already tossed his saddle once and now Nic, the least horse experienced of the three of us has taken on the project. Nic proceeds first to be sure I am holding the rein close to theContinue reading “Post #11.8, Wednesday, August 19, 2020”
Post #11.7, Tuesday, August 18, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., a stable in La Coruña The stable boy arrives with the rising sun this morning and shows us things about feeding these horses. The gray is a bit picky about the proper distribution of oats and my horse just takes whatever is in the trough. Umber trusts me to get itContinue reading “Post #11.7, Tuesday, August 18, 2020”
Post #11.6, Thursday, August 13, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., on a beach in La Coruña We walk the horses back to curry them and bed them down for the night. We’re told that Nic’s horse is named “The Rose” because the dapple looks like dew on rose petals, and mine is “Umber” because it is brown. Nic isContinue reading “Post #11.6, Thursday, August 13, 2020”
Lazarus Ink 