Monthly Archives: January 2016

Thorns and Prickles. Clan Dragsin

Krisnavn has realised his mother’s plot—not a nice taste to have in the mouth. So now what will he do? Meanwhile Detah’s not happy to be back at the Saramequai barracks, her adventure over . . . Read on “The … Continue reading

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Adders . . . To Add Treachery

Detah denies it, yet it seems obvious she suffers from the same ophidiophobia as the Kerdolan. Unfortunate that, for today she must venture into the snake-infested Ancients Land. As for Megovis, he still has a threat dangling over his, um-er, … Continue reading

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For Fear Of Man’s Blundering Feet

Eblan Detah has been charged with delaying the Saramequai horsemen on their ride of the bounds, to confuse and confound them. Yet it seems she isn’t doing a good job. Perhaps she needs help . . . Read on. Detah … Continue reading

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Another Bloody Buttercup

The northern bounds—where the Kerdolan in their distinctive longboats ply the Water of Waters. But for Captain Megovis, Saramequai horsemaster, there’s a more personal worry . . . Read on. “Sixth day. No dark tunnels. No hedges to block the … Continue reading

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Shiversome Bounds and Alsime Demands

Having turned northward the Saramequai horsemen now are riding the Western Bounds—beyond which are the Eskin who are, as Eblan Detah said, more Krediche than the Kerdolan themselves. And there is possibly something even worse . . . Read on. … Continue reading

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A Division That Doesn’t Divide

The night of Winter-Ending when beneath Master Nod’s pale light Alisime couples at every feast-ground are expected to ‘join’—and Detah more fears a ghost that might wander out from the Commons than any nocturnal straying of men? . . . Read … Continue reading

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Drat!

No more coffee they are saying And, Oh please, I am praying But they say another brew Isn’t good for you For me it is disaster (Climb the walls, rake the plaster) Saying I can’t have it I’ll just create … Continue reading

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Ghostly Grey Fingers

The Alsime women have offered to ease Mistress Drea’s burdens by taking on at least one of the granary-chores. Will they also provide her a trader-man? Meanwhile her sister Detah still is trying to confound and confuse the Saramequai horsemasters … Continue reading

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Alisime Offers

Detah might be away, riding the bounds on a horse (no less). But today is the Feast of Winter Ending when men and women, Ulvregan and Alsime, come together—and Detah’s sister, Mistress Drea, must face their resentments and questions in … Continue reading

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