Cities like this have no shame, have no shame...indeed, why should they?

[catherineknight.livejournal.com]

[Late morning, Tuesday, February 23rd, day 268]
[The Abbey]


Word came today that the man in jail was hung. I'm glad. The Bible says "an eye for an eye", after all, and any man who would do as he did deserves nothing but God's final judgment. Even so, I'm not sorry that Isidore and I defended him against the rioters. Justice has its own process, and there's no reason for so many people to damn themselves.

We did receive a reprimand from the sheriff for riding into the crowd and for harming some of the townsfolk, even if they deserved it. Though to my mind, if they came out of their homes to do battle and cause harm they should have been equally prepared to receive it. But I suppose not everyone feels the same. I also asked about the flaming monster we battled, but there was no further sign of it, and she avoided the subject. We apologized for any injuries caused, and she thanked us for trying to help, and so it goes.

I didn't go to the execution. I saw no need to.

The event hasn't changed the routine any. There are still chores to be done, work to be finished. Humming under my breath, I heft the bale of hay over my shoulder and quicken my pace towards the stables. Later maybe I'll take Hirondelle for a ride.


[OPEN to TARQUIN and anyone at the abbey]

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[tarquinexcolo.livejournal.com]

It's been lonely hiding out from, well, from the whole world I suppose. I haven't wanted to meet the two guys that left me in a bit of a battered state, and I haven't had anywhere else to go. Today though? Today is warm and bright and sunny, and I'm tired of eating from the generosity of random passers by, not that there have been many of those, so not that I've had a lot to eat. Stretching my legs feels like a damn good idea, so I do just that, opening the door of the abandoned house that I'm calling home for now, and walking out. I'm trying to avoid busy thoroughfares, and I'm telling myself that I've no idea where I'm going, that I'll land wherever I land, but deep down I'm heading for the Abbey, heading for another meal.

I was offered a bed there, but I hate the idea, I'm really averse to the thought of sleeping somewhere religious, being surrounded by religious people, the idea that it could be stifling, that I could lose my freedom, that I could incur a debt that I could never pay back. Much like the debt I owe Jarmyn now. With a shock of realisation, I find that the coat I have slung over my shoulders is in fact his coat. I need to return this, I shouldn't still have it. It was a loan, not a gift. I make a mental note to return it to him sooner rather than later, and look up from my steady contemplation of the ground, to see what must be the Abbey.

[nansekam.livejournal.com]

Nice bright day today, though I've mostly been indoors weaving apart from my exercise first thing. I finish teaching the class I give the novices, and later on today I'll actually be able to get on with some proper weaving - can't get much done with the novices flapping about being all earnest and useless, Nanshe bless them.

Stroll out to stretch my legs, and I see Catherine. She and Isidore have made good additions to the abbey - they may not be official members, but they pull their weight. She's chatting to a boy, and I wave at them both but don't go over just yet. Give them a chance to catch up - boy looks easily spooked.