80. Inglorion Proposes

Another four slaves died during the night, so Inglorion and Father Nate are in one of the two makeshift morgues, allocating eight fresh corpses to graves and planning funeral rites. After the incident with the half-orcish woman, Inglorion feels it’s wise to review each case formally with Father Nate. Space is tight, Inglorion’s scrawled notes […]

77. So Shitty, So Hard

The rest of the day is a blur of misery. No wagons arrive from Liamelia, so the remaining critically ill patients will have to spend another night shivering in tents. The two of the three remaining Gypsies approach and say that they’re leaving. Inglorion can’t keep them, so he thanks them for their help and […]

76. I Couldn’t Stay Away

Inglorion wakes just before dawn. He finds himself calculating how soon he could possibly see Virginia, if she chooses to come. It will take the courier five hours to reach Liamelia. She’ll need a few hours to pack, and the return trip is another five hours if they travel cross-country without stopping. The soonest he […]

75. It Is Bad Here

Inglorion returns to his tent to draft an update to his first report, but finds himself checking Lucius again and again, suspecting that he’s feverish. He’s angered and frustrated by the suffering he sees around him; he’s questioning his own judgment, and the entire rescue effort. In the end he jots down something that sounds […]

73. Bonne Nuit, Mon Enfant

The day grinds on. Ajax selects 12 men, women and children to leave that night. Inglorion said he’d speak to them personally, but none is in a position to understand and reply. They’re gaunt, pale, feverish. The wounds from their irons are infected. An older woman’s limbs have swollen painfully around her irons, and gangrene […]

72. Valentine’s Crime

Aramil, Lucius and Ajax tether their horses a quarter-mile down the road. Aramil and Lucius take up firing positions on opposite embankments, where they’re covered by underbrush and have a commanding view of the trail. Inglorion and Valentine remain mounted, concealed in the trees just off the road; Ajax hangs back, prepared to take prisoners […]