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A Castrovel Adventure: Part 3, Chapter 9

From the Daylog of Vaeol-Zheieveil u'Zhasaele Zolaemaue be'Son
15. Evelae, 24,541 - 1st Dayfare on the Yaro from Qabarat   This morn, Semuane saw us away from the wharf. She stood sharp in full harness freshly shined, helm under arm. Wordlessly she hailed when we rode up to the flatbarks. From Ess I unsteeded and stood with her while the upload started. I came near. We touched brows, and our antennae kissed tightly. She stayed the whole tide while we got warriors, Shota, and gear aboard. Then I gave farewell right wordlessly as she had greeted us. Our last kiss, then she watched us row over the harbor and into Father-Yaro’s mouth. I miss her already.   We now forelook a boatfare anylong from two weeks to a month, hinging on the flood, to reach Son. So far, this stormtide has not been strong, though it may shift. When I reck the warriors’ mood, I read mild goodwill. All look forward to home, even with little gladness in heart.     17. Evelae - 3rd Day on the Yaro; Eiha   Stormtide has offheld, I gladly say, and we make good furtherness upflood. Our two flatbarks tag each other, sometimes racing, sometimes rowing near to speak over water. I have asked Lady Vosaeth to oversee the other boat, though at night we camp together. Every night, Vosaeth takes Oshis to bed. Such bothers me not. Yet they seemingly take every hap to show their lovesport. Yesternight, we camped abank. I and Istae had made bed together on the flatbark’s stockbales. When we maidens came back from duskmeal, we found Vosaeth and Oshis lying upon our bed. Then they offleapt and left laughingly, leaving us shameful and with blushing brows.   Tonight we are docked at Eiha, where Vosaeth has seen fit to buy an innroom in town. She asked me to duskmeal. When I arrived, I met not only her, but Oshis too. After meal, she asked me to watch. I shrive this nighttide has left me unsettled, forwhy I now sit writing this, unleastwise for Oshis’s thought. He misdraws me, and I reckon Vosaeth knows.     3. Shenealae - 7th Day on the Yaro; Hanazhyana   We have reach Hanazhyana after a tough daysworth rowing, for the Stormtide flood has at last strengthened. Tonight we are thankful to get off the flatbarks and under a dry roof.   I have chosen to break my own law about staying in Hanazhyana, unleastly for the haven they gave when we stayed here on our return from Sovyrian. Therefore, after the warriors were bunked, I headed up to the stronghold, where I showed myself to the watch-reeve and told I would see Lady-Captain Ashi and give goodwill. Instead of Lady Ashi, however, a steadholder told that she is now afield.   When I asked what had become of the foul Swart-things we had erewardly fought and brought a sample here, she answered that Lady Ashi had earnestly taken our word, and has led many scoutfares out through the jungle and darkfloor in search of these same banes. Even now she is scouting toward Lost Hoshiasa on thought these things might somehow be linked to the worldgate. The steadholder forespoke to bring my word to the captain at her homecome. Then she wished me goodwill, whereat I left with a better worship for the Hanata than I had earlier had.     7. Shenealae - 11th Day on the Yaro; Mahyat   After another hard four days, we have reached Mahyat, which, oddly, I have never stopped at, for it is near enough to Son that it is often missed. Yet Mahyat with Son and Old Hanat make a threesome of the elder cities of the Warrior-Queens, whose names fill our yore-tales. Indeed, from my lore, ownership of Mahyat made the main feud-sake between us and Old Hanat, whose memory is borne down through Hanazhyana, which was founded by Old Hanat’s descendants.   I have found it a bustling burgh, thick with trade from Father-Yaro’s cleft with the Laul, which stream runs from the mountains and brings much ore. Smeltworks burn nigh forever, which spreads a queer smokiness unfound in other cities I have visited. Mahyat’s smeltworks, instead of burning wood, use a coalstone they delve from the mountains along with the ore. The burghfolk are thankful of rainshowers, which offwash the soot.

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