Day Five Hundred Forty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We began our plan’s implementation today. First, I paid a quick visit to the ship to ask the Captain’s permission to bring aboard the Hamashiachite contingent. Upon my assurances that none carried the plague, he whole-heartedly approved, and I returned to Elijah with his blessing.

Second, Elijah briefed these people fully in the steps they are to take to fulfill their role in the end of days. The ship shall deliver them to the next port down the coast. There they shall gather other Hamashiachites and set out for their long journey.

From the noon hour onward, we sent these dear people out by twos and threes to the docks.

By day’s end we were all safely aboard ship.

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 Seventy Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle and I spent our day going from one end of the encampment to the other looking for Flowers. We did find a look-alike in our little market area, but this doppelgänger, unlike Flowers, does not bear the mark.

I wanted to take him to Moglen as proof that their drones are in error.  Lyle, however disapproved. He’d rather have Moglen come here. I can see his point and concede  Moglen more than likely will be back sooner than anyone wants.

We finished our canvass around the end of the noon hour, about the same time that the midday drone flyby was departing.

I watched its last lazy circuit before it winged its way back over the city wall.

Day One Hundred Seventy Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Two drones circulated the encampment today, twice. They first appeared in the sky above us by dawn’s early light. Least ways, that was when we noticed them.

The next time, I am told, they orbited during the noon hour. For some reason they did not fly out over the vineyard area.

Lyle paid a call on the vineyard and gave us the news. We then left Grazie on post and I took Lyle to the narrow track that leads down to the desert. I made sure that he learned the way well enough that he could find it again on his own.

When we gathered in the encampment for the evening meal, no drones dropped by to spy on us.