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estdeus_innobisThe later tenth, Gamelion (31 January), the Temple farm, afternoon
Horizon to horizon the sky is the same lowering slate. My muscles are burning, but it's a pleasant sort of ache on a cold day. There is not yet much to be done in the garden, not in the earth's slumbering season, but I am doing what I can. This place was in disarray when we arrived, the gardens and orchards badly kept, and so we have been cleaning away the debris. It will make things easier come the spring. And there have been the cows to attend to, and the house and cottages to clean up and make habitable. It has been a long stretch of days, especially since we were already tired when we arrived. We walked, the horses pulling our two carts of possessions slowed by the heavy drag of their loads and by the state of the roads. And we had heavy hearts, not just baggage, and I had to work hard to keep everyone's spirits high, to assure them that we are walking to a more important future, not walking away from our lives. This is the right thing for us, the necessary thing, but after days of rain and sleet on roads that were sometimes not even gravelled I could understand that this was hard to see.
Since arriving here the mood of my family has been better. No more sleeping by roadsides, huddled together under tarpaulin, the weakest and oldest shuffled in around the goods on the carts and the rest shivering on a groundsheet. There is much to do inside our new homes here, but they are homes, and for that we praise Ladon. Now we can begin to look ahead to our great mission, and the relief of that makes me straighten up and smile up at the sky. I have already been into town, in the middle tenth to sign the paperwork for this place and yesterday to trade for provisions at the market. It seems a bustling place, Excolo, a place that is growing. Not like Ladon, turning in on itself, its population ageing, weakening. Excolo is in rude health, and we can do some good here, I pray. Now our home is in better order, the real work can begin.
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Horizon to horizon the sky is the same lowering slate. My muscles are burning, but it's a pleasant sort of ache on a cold day. There is not yet much to be done in the garden, not in the earth's slumbering season, but I am doing what I can. This place was in disarray when we arrived, the gardens and orchards badly kept, and so we have been cleaning away the debris. It will make things easier come the spring. And there have been the cows to attend to, and the house and cottages to clean up and make habitable. It has been a long stretch of days, especially since we were already tired when we arrived. We walked, the horses pulling our two carts of possessions slowed by the heavy drag of their loads and by the state of the roads. And we had heavy hearts, not just baggage, and I had to work hard to keep everyone's spirits high, to assure them that we are walking to a more important future, not walking away from our lives. This is the right thing for us, the necessary thing, but after days of rain and sleet on roads that were sometimes not even gravelled I could understand that this was hard to see.
Since arriving here the mood of my family has been better. No more sleeping by roadsides, huddled together under tarpaulin, the weakest and oldest shuffled in around the goods on the carts and the rest shivering on a groundsheet. There is much to do inside our new homes here, but they are homes, and for that we praise Ladon. Now we can begin to look ahead to our great mission, and the relief of that makes me straighten up and smile up at the sky. I have already been into town, in the middle tenth to sign the paperwork for this place and yesterday to trade for provisions at the market. It seems a bustling place, Excolo, a place that is growing. Not like Ladon, turning in on itself, its population ageing, weakening. Excolo is in rude health, and we can do some good here, I pray. Now our home is in better order, the real work can begin.
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