This is a sequel to Have You Tried Going Around?. You might want to read that first. This is a work of fiction, as should be obvious. People, places, and events are all products of my overactive imagination. When a mysterious lady arrived on horseback from the north, there was quite a stir in the…
Tlisli took a moment to thoroughly survey the people. She didn’t see any further weapons, but was extremely conscious of the fact that she had missed the fact that the man she had just defeated was carrying a knife. At the moment, she couldn’t recall whether she had seen the knife, and not categorized it…
It wasn’t the merchant’s fault that he approached the city from the north and entered the northern gate. Geological processes had decreed that the city was largely surrounded by mountains. These mountains were higher to the north and northwest, though there was a pass, open perhaps 5 or 6 months out of the year, that…
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, and events are totally products of the author’s imagination (as should be obvious). Copyright © 2017, Henry E. Neufeld Tlisli was still scanning the area when one of the men still standing stepped forward. Tlisli thought this was either very brave or very stupid, considering he…
In the history books he received just a brief mention. He was called Rutahgren (accented on the ah, though few people knew). If he was given any sort of title, it was “the Destroyer.” He was credited with assassinating Almar the Just around a century ago, following which there had been two or three decades…
[Continued from Tlisli Gets a Job] Tlisli spent the rest of the day and a good part of the night being surprised. It started when she met Zerdanin, captain of the guard. Inraline used one name, and then the connective “ir” which meant “descendant of” and a parent’s name. Only in a formal introduction would…
On the borders of the empire there was a minor noble. Not that he thought of himself that way. In fact, he was lord of all he surveyed, little though that was. But what he surveyed, he liked to keep in perfect order. He had a perfect wife, not too fat and not too thin,…
[continued from Tlisli – A Lesson in Geography and Politics] After a few moments of silence, Tlisli worked up the courage to ask another question. “Why would taking the fort do the Grand Empire little good?” “Good question! For the same reason that it would be hard for them to actually take it. Clearing the…
The commercial riverboat looked a bit odd to Tlisli, who had grown up with canoes and small boats made of skins. This one was made of wood and looked heavy to her. Besides a bank of oars on either side, it had a single square sail, which was furled. While she could see men sitting…
The old woodsman held out his hand. The village chief looked at it, looked at the river. Looked at his wife, his children, and the villagers behind him. It was raining. It had been raining for days. The waters were rising. Not even the oldest villager could remember when the river had been this high….
