The Paga Diaries (30)

 

This chapter, like the last one, was written by guest writer vyeh, with collaborative contributions by Arizona Wanderer. Comments encouraged.

30.  Encore

The Paga Diaries

30.  Encore

Once inside the safety of the walls of the House of Cornelius Desneti, I began to relax. I put away my sword, sliding it into the sheath that I had learned to carry on the back of my left shoulder blade. The trip from the public square to this House had been harrowing, unreal, something I would never forget. A gauntlet. I was not the focus of the gauntlet but I had walked through it. The genuine hatred on the faces of the citizens crowding our passage was terrifying. It was a mob, but the most curious of mobs. The vast majority of the men in the crowd were smiling, excited, eager, aroused, giddy even, jockeying for position to get a better view of the Dira show. This mix of hatred and joyful celebration was unsettling, making it impossible to identify threats.

The Price of Hubris (1) Peony D Beckside

 

The Price of Hubris

Peony D Beckside

Tales of Drysdale House (7) The Subaru

 

My apologies that is is a day late. Life and the Holidays intervened.

Narrative of Patrick Masters

Apparently, I now own a Suburban. A month ago, I owned my trusty Subaru and a motorcycle. Then for a short time I owned a fine German sedan, but it got shot up. Now I own a Suburban with tinted windows and a luxury package.

The Paga Diaries (29)

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Downcast Eyes (4) Conclusion An Arlinga story by Peony D Beckside

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Tales of Drysdale House (6)

 

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Narrative of Patrick Masters.

I was flying back to San Francisco from Pittsburgh on a commercial flight. As I thought back over the past twenty-four hours, less than twenty-four hours really, I wondered how I had come to agree to undertake a commission so far from what I believed in, and so far from what I had understood my character to be. Leigh, the flight attendant brought a scotch and soda to my aisle seat in the last row of business class.

Downcast Eyes (3) An Arlinga story by Peony D. Beckside

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Tales from Drysdale House (5)

 

( This chapter is being posted a little later in the day than usual. The Wednesday Post was originally scheduled for today, but there was an space in the Posting schedule then. This is the follow up post)

 

Narrative of Patrick Masters

I was sitting in the lobby bar of the Marriot Downtown in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.  Around

Tales of Drysdale House (4)

 

Middle of August, 2016

Narrative of Patrick Masters

(Except for the first  paragraph, this section was supplied by Richard Estey. I thank him very much – Tracker)

For the past few weeks since my return to San Francisco from Pittsburgh, all had gone smoothly and peacefully, The Frick’s trouble with the patent troll Van Rijn was settled and in return I had received my appointment as a consul for the Grand Duchy of Lutha. This permitted me to legally own slaves on consulate territory, my home in Drysdale House. I had acquired a second slave, and my household was run by the formidable Mrs Magruder. Life was smooth and I was happy. Don Emery, the remote Emery cousin had come and measured Juli and Veronika for silks and slave tunics. He was taken with Juli. He was disappointed when I allowed him the use of Veronika instead.

Downcast Eyes (2) An Arlinga Story by Peony D Beckside.

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Vignettes (3) Curiosity is Submission.

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Paga Diaries (28) by Arizona Wanderer

 

28. Auction of Dira

“Sold, for two silver tarsks!” The former Lady Filomena Viducia Barbietia, now a nameless slave, property of Argentum, naked, freshly branded, kneeling in nadu, gasped as the auctioneer proclaimed her sale to me.  She was bedraggled.