Monthly Archives: November 2015

The Parish Hand

Recently I was given a book, a review of handwriting, the styles and the way they’ve been taught over the past two centuries. Then, in an email from a friend, she remarked on how she missed the handwritten letter, missed … Continue reading

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On Such A Fine Day

Alsalda Master Bukarn’s two eblan-children, in their different ways, attracted attention at the Ulvregan funeral. But now back at Isle Ardy, things are about to take a foul turn . . . Read on. Demekn had seen her, and he couldn’t … Continue reading

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Saram-Blue Eyes and a Regiment Horse

Alsalda To Eblan Erspn’s surprise, three horsemasters of the Saramequai Division of the Dal King’s Regiment have attended the Ulvregan funeral. To the horsemasters’ surprise, young Eblan Demekn has rendered the traditional Regiment’s anthem, The Song of Beli, into the … Continue reading

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Truvidirik Numbers

An Alsalda Supplement After the references in this week’s episodes of Alsalda to the Dal’s truvidiren and their counting, I thought I’d include this as a supplementary post: One, the Beginning Two, the Division Three, the Mothers, many the Others Four, … Continue reading

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The Songs Of Beli

Alsalda Granary mistresses and Ulvregan traders have arrived for the Ulvregan funeral; so many men have been lost. And amongst those dead were Regiment horsemen, Saramequai. Now they, too, are represented. Though two of these Regiment horsemen are there purely … Continue reading

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Black Bobbing Feathers

Alsalda (Act 2): Ten days to wait for the Ulvregan funeral. Detah sat with her father beneath the deep eaves of Ardy’s lodge and, while she sewed her feathered cloak, he told her the tales of Dal Uest—and of how … Continue reading

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Shall We Meet On The Hilltop

‘Shall we meet on the hilltop, where the four roads meet…’ So sang Marianne Faithful in The Witches Song on her 1979 album, Broken English. The song wasn’t of witches but of the women’s protest community at Greenham Common. And this post … Continue reading

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