Zosia the Pious' Blurty

Subject:	On the road.
Time:	11:46 am.

I could hear the two servants in the distance, pounding stakes into the ground. They had become proficient at putting up the pavillion in the past month or so. The travel had been easy, and slow.

Behind me, closer, I heard crashing through the underbrush, a slow, ponderous pace. Feny crawling towards me, I supposed, and her call of "You give me drink?" confirmed the guess. I felt my whole body clench. There is never time to think with Feny about. Feny has no room for anyone but herself, and our travel has been ponderous precisely because we are dragging the Queen along with us.

Oh, great Eulodi, when I asked You to return me to service, I did not expect you to summon me to the side of Feny the Simple.

I turned to her, spoke. "Your Majesty, I do not have a skin with me. Did you ask one of the servants?"

She stopped crawling, sat on the ground. She looked at me with all her usual vacancy and said "Me want drink."

Sighing, I walked back into the encampment. Didi dead, Kas in perpetual mourning so deep that he's incapable of governing, and his idiot cousin the only one old enough to sit the throne of Darkwood. No wonder the kingdom is a civil war waiting to happen.

I gave the Queen her drink, wondering how long it would last, these quiet days before the storm.

Eulodi, if only I could find her body. If only I could find Scott. If only. If.

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