Day One Hundred Eighty Seven 1PM #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

Out early to the city gate. Asked to speak to Moglen. And sat down to wait as the message was relayed.

Noon hour rolled around and Grazie brought me something to eat and to inquire about Enough.

She was sad to hear there is no news. I think it strange that no one seems to be interested in what I have to say.

I am prepared to wait all day if necessary. And intend to offer myself in his place.

Mustn’t declare this in Grazie’s hearing though. Have to find a way to send her off before I talk with them.

Day One Hundred Eighty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

With the advent of a new day and still no Lyle, the tension continued though unspoken.

Before we dispersed to our chores, the messenger from two days ago arrived. He handed me a note. It was from Lyle, a request that I meet him at the city gate and render him assistance.

The messenger seemed surprised when I asked to return with him. (My turn to be surprised that he was not aware of the contents of the message).

Lyle was waiting for me at the city gate. Four elderly people were with him, two of them disabled.

After we settled them in the encampment, Lyle took me aside.

Stan made the offer that one receive the mark for all.

Day One Hundred Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Passing by the last villages on the way to the city, Lyle didn’t bother to look.

I did. Unexpectedly people filled their tiny streets. I wondered why they were not in the city, but then I remembered the widow’s rejection.

Lyle kept the mother and her son close by. At some distance from the city gate, we flowed into a pen with waiting people. The son explained that only one can go forward to speak for his group. They hope that Lyle can persuade the gatekeepers of the metropolis to accept us.

We found an end to the line that wound through the pen, and joined it.

We had only advanced halfway when the gate closed.

We dared not leave.