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Post by Zahav ben Tzipor (D) on Mar 31, 2008 19:15:33 GMT -5
It had been an exhausting night, and how strange to run into that same vagabond from Menekhet here in the City of Elua! Perhaps Adonai would keep bringing us together until he learned to be good.
I bargained a few hours of labor for a place next to the hearth at the inn, and once I had fulfilled them, I left, seeking Merav Malahi bat Eliezer's home.
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Post by Merav Malahi de Valentin on Apr 1, 2008 10:40:41 GMT -5
I woke up the morning after the Hunt Fete with a wicked hangover. My head throbbed and my stomach turned. Shakily, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen. The fire was out, and I struck a flint to light it. Setting a kettle atop the fire, I went into the sitting room to lie down until the kettle whistled.
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Post by Zahav ben Tzipor (D) on Apr 12, 2008 16:50:36 GMT -5
I walked up a small street. Having passed a number of very grand homes, these seemed smaller and more modest. Having traveled so much, I had never received any letters from Merav telling me where she lived, but I could look for days.
Many of these houses had names above the lintels; I looked for one that read "Valentin."
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Post by Merav Malahi de Valentin on Apr 12, 2008 16:55:45 GMT -5
The kettle whistled, and I rose to go fetch it. Throwing some tea leaves into a mug, I poured hot water over them. Steam rose pleasantly, and for a moment, my upset stomach was soothed.
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Post by Zahav ben Tzipor (D) on May 24, 2008 19:22:43 GMT -5
Strasbourg, Deveroix, Brice...Valentin! I hurriedly approached the house and knocked on the door.
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