The Fairy Diary Day 24 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Dunfallon reports that we should arrive at our destination tomorrow. Rumble gets more excited with each landmark that the little fellow points out. And there have been a lot of those. I can easily imagine that he knows every blade of grass upon this whole plain and would know if any were out of place. 

He should prove very valuable when we set up the defenses for his people in the rolling hills. 

I am anxious even though the strange darkness has not returned. Or rather precisely because it has not returned. 

I wrote to the High Fairy but so far he has not replied. I shall keep him informed with my impressions. He seems to think they are worth something.

Day One Thousand One Hundred Twelve #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Tomas had stopped in to check on us this morning and to look into some problems with the power in our villa. (At the behest of the leader of our guard detail – the Supreme Commander is doing all he can do to keep us “happy”). We did not have long to confer, for almost immediately he was called away to the desalination plants.

Within the hour word filtered back that the installation had been attacked, but there was no damage. The defenses put in place beforehand by Tomas had thwarted it.

Elijah and I were glad to hear that our friend was safe too. Yet the thought came that this incident would only reinforce the Supreme Commander’s belief about us.

Day One Thousand Eighty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We haven’t budged from where we were captured yesterday. Our captors haven’t been too harsh beyond the first encounter. The bruises on Sy’s and the Captain’s heads notwithstanding. Despite our protestations that we are not spies, nor hold any animus against them, we are kept corralled together and forced to be quiet under the constant vigil of three guards.

The leader of the unit has no time for us and is intent on setting his defenses. So we have no one with which to plead our case to be taken to the Supreme Commander.

At least they are not curious about Mei’s presence with us. And they have not confiscated Elijah’s staff. Evidently they assume he needs it to walk.

Day One Thousand Eighty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Off to our right today we saw elements of the army of the East. They were hard at work digging in and setting defenses for the main army which must be within Babylon, now visible to our front.

Sy brought back word from Mawuli that forces were on their way for a similar purpose in this area, and advised we skirt this development by swinging even further east.

We lost no time in complying, finding ourselves nearing the river Elijah and I had followed to the megapolis many months ago.

Thus we found it necessary to regroup and move as a single unit around the increasing number of patrols.

I suggested that we make our way down to the river.

Day Five Hundred Eighty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah and I wandered around the port today trying to converse with people. I noted a higher than usual distrust toward strangers.

In a couple of instances Elijah was able to penetrate their defenses and gain an understanding of their predicament.

After the time of the Glorious Appearing a great many people  on this island disappeared. (We know what happened. They don’t.) Those left moved into the vacant properties and businesses, and are plagued by the notion that the rightful owners could return at any time.

We tried to explain the truth, but that made them all the more fearful.

All this was forgotten upon our return to ship at the sight of a warship tied up next to us.