The last of Wedi’s story

Goa Vollar and beyond

The wages he received at Goa Vollar were disappointing. The owner of the barge charged the polers for their meals. The workers feeling cheated raised such an uproar that the city guards became involved. Then the magistrate of the docks impounded the barge.  The magistrate insisted that each of the workers count out in his presence what each had received as pay. He was setting the court fees when Wedi walked away. The legal battle that was ensuing would delay his rendezvous with the blade.

His anticipation of the effects he expected once he grasped the blade was growing. His hunger for violence was increasing, as well. Yet, without holding the blade, he dared not act upon it. He worked on a fishing boat as it crossed lake Vollar. The old man, who owned the boat, lived near Utroor. He related how each morning, he caught the breeze coming down the mountains to sail across to Goa Vollar. He fished as he went. His constant prattle irritated Wedi. Despite the distraction it was, they had a good catch when they reached Utroor. Enough in fact that the old man gave Wedi a silver for his help.

Wedi walked the trail that followed Laek Gritter out of Utroor. The path was fast becoming a road. Boar Akarn was the center of a new landskap. Several times travelers on the trail asked him where he was headed.

“Did he have a job waiting?”

“Would he consider working with them on one kind of project or another?”

One vanir was staking out a planned tavern a half day’s journey from Boar Akarn. The number of interruptions to Wei’s fantasies of the blade irritated him. So, when the trail turned away from Laek Gritter toward Boar Akarn, Wedi followed the stream. The few people fishing in it were too busy to disturb him.

The third day up the Laek Gritter, a large black bear blocked his path. The bear was sitting on the edge of the stream, watching fish swim past him. Suddenly the bear jumped into the water. His head emerged from the water holding a large fish. Wedi thought it best to detour around him. He climbed up the hill to try to circle the bear and then return to following Laek Gritter. Those plans soon went awry. Wedi found himself lost.


That is all I’ve written of Wedi. After meeting a dragon, there is still the sad ending for this character in my head. Who knows he might appear in another book.

About Dale

Stories have been a part of my life forever. I have heard them, read them, and told them as long as I can remember. I’ve written hundreds of stories. Bits and pieces of stories. This is my first novel. It is the result of a story that refused to die. It kept unreeling in my mind. After a year of this haunting, I had no choice but to write it. What started as a simple damsel in distress story changed once I met the damsel. As I wrote this set of stories the world I imagined grew. After rewrites, revisions, and letting it bake. I’ve discovered more. More of the politics of the region. More relationships between people. Now as I begin a sequel to this first book, I’m finding more complexity than I ever imagined and more loose strings that need to be explored.
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