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The Trappings of War: Volume VIII
An UnOrthOdOx View of the Glory of War
Aro gently prodded me awake, pointing off into the distance.
“Land approaches, we should get prepared.”
I looked off in the direction to which he pointed, then all around the ship. It is a disconcerting feeling, a solitary ship in a vast expanse of nothing but a smooth field of blue. “I don’t see anything, what are you talking about?”
“Over there, near the surface.” He pointed again.
Straining my eyes to see, I could make out what appeared to be a small cloud on the horizon. “Looks more like a squall kicking up to me than it does land, what ARE you talking about?”
“That is no cloud, they’re birds you blind old bat.”
“Ok, they’re birds. What’s your point?” I asked, staring blankly at him.
“Haven’t you learned anything yet? Sailing half way around the world and you still don’t know the first thing of sailing! They are obviously feeding on fish, you often see birds doing that, and to be concentrated so heavily in one area, I would say that must be one mighty school of fish there, follow? Well, eventually a bird needs land, so, land approaches. You mentioned before Zenophobia had a mighty fishing industry, I’ll wager that is Zenophobia we are approaching now.”
There comes a point in every man’s life when he is presented with an answer to a question that is perfectly logical, and easily ascertained when one puts his mind to it, and yet for some reason that answer will invariably escape him until someone points it out directly to him. “Damn you. You’re too smart for your own good. Come on my boat and make me look a fool?” And with that we had a good laugh.
Sure enough, as the boat approached, it became clear that these were indeed birds diving into the sea and plucking out their dinner. Even closer, and we could see a great shadow moving below the surface, and occasional glint of sun shining of an individual fish. And, it was not long after that when we spotted the shores of Zenophobia.
Immediately upon landing, it was apparent that Master Zen had been kept away for some time on his Foreign Affairs duties. The place was in slight disarray, and people began scrambling to look busy at the sight of our ship. Still, once motivated, things moved just fine and it was not long before our ship was unloaded and several carts were full of the Lego material for a journey up to Camulodunum, which is what hEtErOdOx, my wife, had decided to rename Taipei.
It did not take long to navigate the carts over the mountains and into the plains upon which Camulodunum sat, and it was a happy sight to see. It was obvious that hEtErOdOx had kept the workers well in line and the town seemed to be running just fine without my direct attention. As we approached, two figures came rushing to meet us, and it quickly became apparent that these were my wife and our youngest son, schIsmAtIc.
schIsmAtIc, though rushed right past me, excitedly screaming “Uncle Aro!!!” while he leaped into Aro’s arms. A boy of now six, I was surprised he even remembered Aro from what had to have been at least two years ago now. Still, Aro and I were nearly inseparable back then, and with myself as a General, I had little time for play in those days. I could see how he had made such an impression upon young schI, he always did have a way with children.
My wife, however, at least stopped to kiss me first before rushing over to hug old Aro, clearly glad to see him again. “Where is sEctArIAn?” I asked, glancing around.
“He turned eight last week, love. I sent him to be trained with Uber, just like we had discussed” hEtErOdOx answered. I had completely lost track of the days while I had been locked away in the prison. “So, Aro, what brings you back here, I thought you were to map the world first?”
“Well, I had to save your sorry husbands ass again. I couldn’t bear the thought of your wrath should I have allowed his thickheaded stubborn actions to get the better of him. I figured I had better see him all the way home lest he find himself some other trouble to get into.” Aro half-joked as we headed back to town.
As Aro and I oversaw the unloading of my precious cargo, schI came running up. “Daddy, daddy, that birdy stole my soldier!” He cried as he pointed towards a raven as it lofted away, a bronze toy soldier still in his beak.
I sat there for a second, a thought running through my mind, before bending down “schI, how would you like it if daddy helped you catch that bird tomorrow?”
There is perhaps nothing more beautiful in this world than the look of joy washing over a child’s face, and as he grinned, he nodded and rushed to tell his mother. “What was that about?” Aro asked.
“What? My son needs his toy back, doesn’t he?” I answered, unable to keep the grin from my face.
“No, you’re up to something, I can see it, come on out with it!”
“You’re the expert on birds here mister, or have you forgotten. You tell ME what I am thinking.” I was now attempting to hold back a laugh.
“Oh, fine then, you keep your secret. I’ll figure it out, don’t worry, and then Ill laugh at you when your plan fails, as it is bound to do without my input.” Unable to hold back anymore, I began laughing, and was soon joined by Aro.
That evening was a pleasant one spent gathered around the fire, simply enjoying each other’s company well into the night. I finally drifted off to sleep anxious to see Aro’s reaction when I showed him my Dragon the following day.
An UnOrthOdOx View of the Glory of War
Aro gently prodded me awake, pointing off into the distance.
“Land approaches, we should get prepared.”
I looked off in the direction to which he pointed, then all around the ship. It is a disconcerting feeling, a solitary ship in a vast expanse of nothing but a smooth field of blue. “I don’t see anything, what are you talking about?”
“Over there, near the surface.” He pointed again.
Straining my eyes to see, I could make out what appeared to be a small cloud on the horizon. “Looks more like a squall kicking up to me than it does land, what ARE you talking about?”
“That is no cloud, they’re birds you blind old bat.”
“Ok, they’re birds. What’s your point?” I asked, staring blankly at him.
“Haven’t you learned anything yet? Sailing half way around the world and you still don’t know the first thing of sailing! They are obviously feeding on fish, you often see birds doing that, and to be concentrated so heavily in one area, I would say that must be one mighty school of fish there, follow? Well, eventually a bird needs land, so, land approaches. You mentioned before Zenophobia had a mighty fishing industry, I’ll wager that is Zenophobia we are approaching now.”
There comes a point in every man’s life when he is presented with an answer to a question that is perfectly logical, and easily ascertained when one puts his mind to it, and yet for some reason that answer will invariably escape him until someone points it out directly to him. “Damn you. You’re too smart for your own good. Come on my boat and make me look a fool?” And with that we had a good laugh.
Sure enough, as the boat approached, it became clear that these were indeed birds diving into the sea and plucking out their dinner. Even closer, and we could see a great shadow moving below the surface, and occasional glint of sun shining of an individual fish. And, it was not long after that when we spotted the shores of Zenophobia.
Immediately upon landing, it was apparent that Master Zen had been kept away for some time on his Foreign Affairs duties. The place was in slight disarray, and people began scrambling to look busy at the sight of our ship. Still, once motivated, things moved just fine and it was not long before our ship was unloaded and several carts were full of the Lego material for a journey up to Camulodunum, which is what hEtErOdOx, my wife, had decided to rename Taipei.
It did not take long to navigate the carts over the mountains and into the plains upon which Camulodunum sat, and it was a happy sight to see. It was obvious that hEtErOdOx had kept the workers well in line and the town seemed to be running just fine without my direct attention. As we approached, two figures came rushing to meet us, and it quickly became apparent that these were my wife and our youngest son, schIsmAtIc.
schIsmAtIc, though rushed right past me, excitedly screaming “Uncle Aro!!!” while he leaped into Aro’s arms. A boy of now six, I was surprised he even remembered Aro from what had to have been at least two years ago now. Still, Aro and I were nearly inseparable back then, and with myself as a General, I had little time for play in those days. I could see how he had made such an impression upon young schI, he always did have a way with children.
My wife, however, at least stopped to kiss me first before rushing over to hug old Aro, clearly glad to see him again. “Where is sEctArIAn?” I asked, glancing around.
“He turned eight last week, love. I sent him to be trained with Uber, just like we had discussed” hEtErOdOx answered. I had completely lost track of the days while I had been locked away in the prison. “So, Aro, what brings you back here, I thought you were to map the world first?”
“Well, I had to save your sorry husbands ass again. I couldn’t bear the thought of your wrath should I have allowed his thickheaded stubborn actions to get the better of him. I figured I had better see him all the way home lest he find himself some other trouble to get into.” Aro half-joked as we headed back to town.
As Aro and I oversaw the unloading of my precious cargo, schI came running up. “Daddy, daddy, that birdy stole my soldier!” He cried as he pointed towards a raven as it lofted away, a bronze toy soldier still in his beak.
I sat there for a second, a thought running through my mind, before bending down “schI, how would you like it if daddy helped you catch that bird tomorrow?”
There is perhaps nothing more beautiful in this world than the look of joy washing over a child’s face, and as he grinned, he nodded and rushed to tell his mother. “What was that about?” Aro asked.
“What? My son needs his toy back, doesn’t he?” I answered, unable to keep the grin from my face.
“No, you’re up to something, I can see it, come on out with it!”
“You’re the expert on birds here mister, or have you forgotten. You tell ME what I am thinking.” I was now attempting to hold back a laugh.
“Oh, fine then, you keep your secret. I’ll figure it out, don’t worry, and then Ill laugh at you when your plan fails, as it is bound to do without my input.” Unable to hold back anymore, I began laughing, and was soon joined by Aro.
That evening was a pleasant one spent gathered around the fire, simply enjoying each other’s company well into the night. I finally drifted off to sleep anxious to see Aro’s reaction when I showed him my Dragon the following day.
Awesome work! I look forward to reading future volumes now that I am caught up.
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