The Fairy Diary Day 109 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Another day has gone by and we were the only ones on the road again. The last fairy town is in sight as we settle for the night. We should reach it tomorrow. 

It looks much larger than I thought it would be. And bits of wall can be discerned, stretching across the horizon. 

I wondered if it was a new addition. The defenses didn’t look to be normal for a frontier town that faces human territory. 

Or so I commented to Rumble. He set me aright. 

What I took for walls he says are barracks set up for fairy troops. He guesses that a whole army has been moved down from the capital. 

Considering this, soldiers may be all that we will find there. They may have forced all in the town to relocate.

The Fairy Diary Day 9 #TFDbyRWOz2

The Fairy Diary Day 9

Meribabell writes:

This is all unfamiliar territory. I know quite well the lay of the land in the other direction. Many times I have been to the capital where our Queen reigns. Which, no doubt, was why Rumbletwist has chosen this direction. He wants to stay beyond the reach of all authority. 

The further I go away from our village the more I slow down. Partly it is the strangeness of something new. Mostly it is the fear of falling into some trap or other. 

Last night I could hear something moving around among the trees and brush where I had chosen to rest. I sat and listened until I was sure it had crawled away. 

It was an uneasy night. 

Thankfully there is only one path before me, so Rumbletwist has to be somewhere ahead. 

I may have my eyes on it, but my mind is perplexed with thoughts of how to capture and take him back.

Day Eight Hundred Sixty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We did not make any progress towards Damascus today. We encamped on the outskirts of a larger town last night – the capital for this district, as we soon discovered. For we decided to begin the day’s journey by strolling through rather than around it.

The telltale posters of Stan hung everywhere with extra added touches of adornment.

We were no sooner in its central square than we were surrounded by a convergence of celebratory citizens that clogged all the exits.

We were a captive audience.

When the officials spoke we learned that they were collected to celebrate the anniversary of the world government coming to their rescue in the drought.

When it broke up, the day was too far gone.

Day Seven Hundred Ninety Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I confess there were tears in my eyes at our parting this morning. Our hugs were marked by whispered prayers for one another. Our parting, though real and painful, we know to be temporary in the greater balance of things. Our shared hope buoys us all.

I watched them as they and their groups disappeared in the west.

I was cheered by my belief that they were ready, especially Tomas and the Captain.

We had the road to ourselves all day. Nothing and no one crossed our view – on the ground or in the sky.

We shed our heavier garments as it warmed, only to put them on again at the sinking of the sun.

Our next destination- the Capital.

Day Four Hundred Seventy Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We were detained crossing the mouth of the gulf that leads to the capital. A flotilla of warships is stationed there.

The latest patrol boat brought us alongside the vessel of the commodore of the flotilla. Evidently our clearances from the first two patrol boats had not yet made it through their systems.

It took a while for the Captain to sort out the issues with the commodore.

I was called upon to give a full accounting of everything on board and their destinations. We were helped along by two facts. They had records for the long ago transfer of weapons to the robotic warship, and for our most recent delivery.

They thanked us and sent us on our way.

Day Four Hundred Seventy Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Patrol boats have stopped us twice and sent us on our way. Both were satisfied with our paper work and seemed even less curious when they learned our port of call was not to be the capital, but a port hundreds of miles from here.

I suppose if we were headed to the capital we would have come under closer scrutiny.
One of the officers was curious about the shortage of people bearing the mark among us. They boasted that this definitely will be the last voyage for the ship under those circumstances. Elijah kept to the special cabin whenever officials were aboard. Each time the Captain was relieved when he did so without being asked.

And so it goes.