The Fairy Diary Day 295 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Noralei noticed the strange behavior of the Will’o’the Wisp within his lantern prison. He was more agitated and glowed brighter when anywhere near Hawk. 

We learned to use it for effect. For Hawk was also affected by the nearness of Willie. It made him all the more compliant when interrogating him about which passage the returning dark elf forces would use. 

After Hawk identified the main passage, Dunfallon and the Dromadilians went in to explore and to set pixie traps. 

They discovered that further back the wide passage indicated by Hawk had offshoots to narrower passages that also ended in the shaft. 

Thus, a new debate began – seal off the one or the many?

The Fairy Diary Day 160 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The black birds are back. Several of them. They were waiting for us roosting in the trees above the path that leads into the forest covering the first hill range. 

This time I allowed Dunfallon to summon his eagle and charge the cluster. But I cautioned him to simply scatter them and return immediately. 

The doughty pixie did so – with the desired effect. 

Then the debate began amongst ourselves – should we continue on this path or find another. Geog said we had at least a half dozen from which to choose. At that news, Dunfallon of course wanted to check them all out. 

Rumble and I thought the main path best, believing the birds presence a ploy to keep us away from it. 

In the end we all agreed to follow the lead of my pendant. And since it sensed no danger in the main path we continued on.

Day Six Hundred Fifty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

As the night came on, we saw the light from that campfire still in the same place. It occasioned a lively debate.

The Captain, backed by Tomas’ judgement, wanted to find a way around it. To that end Tomas volunteered to run in advance of us to reconnoiter.

Elijah and I, however, held a different opinion. We wanted to continue on and catch up to these people – all based upon the revelations that Elijah has received, and the confirmation that I’ve been convinced to accept.

What I had to say on this matter resonated with our friends, and they at last acquiesced.

At the end of this night’s trek, we estimate the camp to be only one  more night away.

Day Five Hundred Twenty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The Captain sent Tomas ashore to confer with the dispatcher about taking on again the cargo that had been off loaded prior to the ship’s entry into dry dock. And to discover if the port is now under global control.

He brought back answers for both questions, plus one other. The Captain had hoped to add some new shipments, but we will only be allowed to take on the old shipments. Indeed the global government is now exerting control – no new shipments will be allowed without “the mark.”

We had a short debate whether to go back in or not.

The Captain brought the ship alongside the cargo dock after the Raj family and Elijah and I were secreted away.

Day Four Hundred Fifty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We held our station until the robotic warship was out of sight. It was obvious to us that it was patrolling the route between the port cities. Perhaps on the lookout for us.

Then we immediately entered into the island’s port city. No other vessel was currently tied up at the docks. We had our pick of  berths and chose the one closest to Emil’s office. He wasn’t in, so we settled in for the night.

Elijah and the Captain went ashore this morning only to return almost immediately. Not only could they not find Emil, the dock was deserted.

There was a short debate as to what to do.

We decided to unload the three containers ourselves and wait.

Day Eighty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It was a day sitting atop a mountain debating our next move. Hence we made no progress today.

Lyle and I took turns interrogating our young man with a beard.

When I wasn’t asking questions I took the opportunity to see what was on the other side of the mountain. More villages flowing down into a plain and another city with a desert beyond. I thought if only I could climb to the top of the peak, I could see what lay beyond that waste.

I know that arid land is our destination. Lyle knows it too. And so does our new companion. Though why he was headed away from it is why we are questioning him now.

Debate over.

18th Century England – Gardens and the law

18th Century England

I was reading through debate histories for the English Parliament for 1789. I wanted to know what was transpiring within those august halls besides the huge and ongoing debate over the English slave trade. Though my project has a central focus on that very debate, I needed to see what were the other concerns at that time that I could allude to, to give a better feel, a completeness, a well roundedness to the overall picture.

There were always things about the British navy (one such item I used earlier in the project), investigations into the conduct of public figures (an example that may, or may not be used later), committees to decide contested elections (no example for this time), but one very likely candidate for my purposes appeared in an attempt to curb depredations upon nursery owners.

These nursery owners (of the plant, shrub and tree variety) were looking for relief from Parliament. They were situated on the outskirts of London where there was land enough to grow this flora. But their wares were consequently falling afoul to thieves who would steal these plants, or to destroyers, who would maliciously uproot them.

A law had been put in place to protect the owners twenty-three years prior to this, but the unfortunate wording of the statute was now creating problems for them and opportunities for the miscreants. The law from 1766 made these depredations against the nursery owners’ property, felony offenses. However, by its choice of words, it had limited this class of offense to “the dead of night.” So the perpetrators were crawling through the loophole thus created, and carrying out their schemes in broad daylight, or in those parts of the night that they could argue before the judge were not “the dead of the night,” which could actually mean any hour as the vague definition left too much to interpretation. The most they could be charged with was trespass, which exacted a fine that amounted to a mere pittance.

The champion for the nursery owners sought to amend the statute by replacing the phrase “dead of night” with the phrase “by day or night.” A simple enough solution one would think. But then the debates began.

Though the champion had admitted a reluctance to see more additions to the penal code, his proposal was attacked on that very count. And the member of Parliament who spoke up on that tack (Mr Sheridan, the playwright) added that he did not want to see a schoolboy made a felon for purloining from an orchard.

Another put forth the suggestion that “the dead of night” be taken out and let the statute stand “generally,” that it did not matter when so much as that the depredation was committed. To which another member countered that it indeed did matter – “Burglary and stealing in the night was a capital offense whereas stealing by day was only a single felony, because people were supposed to be capable of guarding their houses in day time.”

Then Edmund Burke weighed in with the thought that it was all the fault of the magistrates for not putting the laws into execution in the first place.

And so on for two more pages and a lapse of eight days before it was finally decided upon by a vote in the affirmative.