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”
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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”
43.9, Thurs., April 20, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Home in the Vosges Mts. This morning the pilgrims are going out from Luxovium in all directions returning to their homes. When we stand here on the brink of our hill we see people walking along the creek path below where the path will meet the River Moselle. Ana released aContinue reading “43.9, Thurs., April 20, 2023”
43.8, Weds., April 19, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Home in the Vosges Mts. “So you felt tricked.” Ana has more clarity of thought than I. We both know our children well. “Laz, Greg and Gabe are literate, brilliant in fact, and we both know the burden the world will place on them all too soon, demanding their many gifts.Continue reading “43.8, Weds., April 19, 2023”
43.7, Tues., April 18, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Home in the Vosges Mts. The children are sleeping. It was a long day that started with Easter, then the walk home and the welcoming hugs and the reports of all that happened. Simon and Hannah still did the evening chores, while Greg and Gabe practiced their archery and the mountingContinue reading “43.7, Tues., April 18, 2023”
43.6, Thurs., April 13, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Luxeuil Ana and the children will be home from church soon, expecting we will be home too. But our long walk is punctuated with one childish plea after another — random arguments — tossed at me like unbaited fishhooks hopelessly cast onto the sea. I remain silent. I’ve no reason toContinue reading “43.6, Thurs., April 13, 2023”
43.5, Weds., April 12, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Luxeuil We’re celebrating the Feast of the Resurrection today, by the Irish calendar, that is. The somber chanting turns to halleluiahs, and after the familiar but still confusing readings from the gospels for this time we are all supposed to be happy again, just as we were when Jesus sat atContinue reading “43.5, Weds., April 12, 2023”
#43.3 Thurs., April 6, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Luxeuil “You must know it is your duty to God to deliver the Father’s letter.” “I’m sure there are others who would gladly do this.” I can see Brother Servant feels betrayed. Now he just turns and walks away with no parting blessing. Baro Dithrum is left toContinue reading “#43.3 Thurs., April 6, 2023”
#43.2, Weds., April 5, 2023
Brother Servant asked me to meet here after vespers when my boys are settled in for the night. Brother Servant and a nobleman are waiting by the gate. Brother Servant tells me, “King Guntram is dead.” “I’d heard that. He was old. He was the last living son of Clothar.” “HeContinue reading “#43.2, Weds., April 5, 2023”
#43.1, Tues., April 4, 2023
Historical setting: 602 C.E. Luxeuil My boys had a long day. Before I left our camp I looked on them sleeping like a nest of baby bunnies, so innocently curled up on the fluffy fleeces we brought for these nights camping with the pilgrims. Even as we took our time, the walk here wasContinue reading “#43.1, Tues., April 4, 2023”
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