Dusk has fallen upon our vast
encampment, and upon the weary men inhabiting it.
After traveling the day through, we
have set up camp, forty leagues from Kordana's capital and the war
that strives there.
We are a safe distance from harm, and
as a mandatory precaution have sentries continually at their vigil
for any threat, at all entrances of the camp.
It is almost an irony to find my tent
dwelling comfortable and homelike; With rich rugs from Pasarz
covering the dirt floor, and a table, and chairs with varieties of
pillows and blankets, all for my pleasure, I could easily call it
pleasant.
And yet it is an irony because despite
its appearance it is so far from home, and these times perilous, that
no security is assured to one here that could be otherwise
guaranteed.
If I seem a little anxious it is all
probably due to the fact that I am tired, and because of this I
cannot promise to write for very long.
My commander's and I have just
concluded a conference pertaining to battle tactics and strategies,
and how we will proceed against the Lorates, and this prolonged
discussion has left me rather fatigued in view of the days travels.
I do not think I could have remained
upright and conscious through the whole of it, if it had not been for
loyal Meredith who served me a continuous supply of cups of Jomacha.
This stimulative drink is rare here,
originating in the western regions of Pasarz and only acquired by
trade, and helped me stay alert when otherwise I would have passed
out from exhaustion.
But I feel my body slowing down as the
effects wear off, and already the weariness is poisoning my judgment.
I should retire soon and obtain as much
rest as can be afforded me before tomorrow.
One knows not what the morrow holds,
and I would be foolish to be ill prepared, but if it were not for my
exhaustion I would doubt that I would sleep much.
My anxiety is keen if my mind wanders
to the future.
And I know it is not only me.
The men feel it too; I can sense it in
their behavior and expressions, and you can see it by just looking
out across the camp.
There is a tension alive and strong,
and a reserve that results in an unnatural quietness that cloaks all
of us.
It is so thick you can almost feel it,
like a giant blanket dampening our spirits and filling us with dread
for the future.
In times like these the warriors of
Krespania need the most encouragement.
In times like these I have to stand up
and give a speech of unrelenting courage and bravery, a speech that
emboldens and lifts their spirits.
But in times like these the queen is in
need of valor also.
She comforts them but there is no
comfort for her.
She must face them as one who stands
tall and straight in the sight of danger when inside she is trembling
in trepidation.
But that is the duty of the one who
leads the people and must be endured as part of that responsibility.
Even if I do not favor it.
I suppose I will conclude this letter
and retire, if you will forgive my brevity.
It has been a hard day, and will
probably be harder tomorrow.
Farewell, dear reader. I hope I shall
be able to write again soon.
-Emerald de Gavrillac
Queen of Krespania
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