I heard a rather bitter comment that whilst there are disadvantages to living to a ripe old age, the alternative isn’t actually all that tempting either. There are issues with growing old, which are perhaps too obvious to labour here. One problem is that your nearest and dearest try to take control of your life. … More We could just elope.
One problem about plague years where everybody hides in their houses is what do you do about those too poor to have a home? For us at the Shrine of Aea in her Aspect as the Personification of Tempered Enthusiasm our major worry was for the mendicants. Given that they had largely been beggars and … More Funding the consequences of folly
It has to be confessed that Majie was a sensible patient. She took seriously the advice given to her by those charged with her care, only ignoring it when it suited her purposes. Still she made good progress and soon reached the stage where her left arm was no longer strapped across her chest. Instead … More The sedan chair bearer’s story
It has to be confessed that there are times when the courts here in Port Naain are overloaded. This tends to happen at times of celebration when people drink too much. Or when the University announces just who has achieved honours this year. Or perhaps it is after a really large wedding, or funeral. Indeed … More Silent justice
A number of people have asked me about sedan chairs and tradition we have in Port Naain of racing them. Now it is doubtless possible to go into great detail about this. Whilst not myself an aficionado of the sport I know plenty who are, and I could doubtless thrill you with the names of … More The History of sedan chair racing in Port Naain
The blood pounded in Jethan’s ears as he ran. The rope across his shoulders burned into him, like most Sedan chair bearers, he preferred to take the weight there and use his hands on the poles for fine adjustment. He could see the Falbarge chair just ahead, moving well. Yet in spite of everything … More A Sedan chair caper!
Every city has its foibles, this is self evident. I’d go so far as to suggest that every city has bizarre customs that seem entirely sensible to the citizens but which leave the populace of other lesser cities scratching their heads in puzzlement. Hence apparently in the city of Battern it is not the custom … More The Frolics at Nightbell Gardens
You have to remember that poets are merely human. Just because a man or woman is a great poet doesn’t mean that they don’t have limits. There are things we just cannot do. As it is I do wonder at times whether our patrons realise this. There are times when I wake up in the … More A nice hand with trifling details.
Talopian Hearsan was one of those people I just somehow never took too. I’m not sure why to be honest; he was always polite and respectful to a poet of my status. The problem was perhaps that he was too polite and too respectful. In the same way he was always too nicely dressed, too … More Too nice?