#54.5, Weds., March 13, 2024

Historical Setting, 629 C.E. near Trier          Brandell and some others come here where I am waiting for help to pull me to my feet, useless as my feet may be. I have one arm around the shoulders of Brandell, and the other arm around a stranger. With all my wooly beard and long hair,Continue reading “#54.5, Weds., March 13, 2024”

#54.4, Tues., March 12, 2024

Historical Setting, 629 C.E. A near Trier          Gaia, this woman, betrothed to Brandell, already knows my odd notions of peace, “Your pacifistic demands are known by everyone.” She tells me.  And it doesn’t even seem to bother her that I am laid out as a dead man in a cemetery.             She explainsContinue reading “#54.4, Tues., March 12, 2024”