A belligerent blizzard rammed its way down from the north, painting the recovering world white after it passed, freezing the poor to death and blanketing the land with 3ft of snow. Frost covered the one glass window he had to allow him an easy view of his homestead. The layered crystalline ice structures covered his window, filtering the dim sunlight.
Once again, he awoke an hour before sunrise and stared at the high ceiling, refusing to get up. His bladder was full, but he was comfortable and warm. But, even if the cold didn’t bother him often, he wasn’t quick to do away with warmth for the cold walk to his indoor outhouse.
Silas refused to call it a bathroom until he had running water. Until he had time to make some improvements, it was more like a latrine.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if his heated seat experiment hadn’t failed. But, unfortunately, mortal skin was fragile, and the girls found the temperature too warm for their delicate bottoms. So, the wooden toilet seat he had crafted to be somewhat self-cleaning and deodorizing would be cold. Of course, he only had to pee early in the morning, so it wasn’t a problem except for the cold hallway in between. There was also the women in his bed to contend with.
He built a larger bedframe, knocked out a wall, and expanded the room for it. Unfortunately, the wolf pelt bedspread wasn’t enough, so he planned to go hunting while he could. The morning after the blizzard might stir up one of the big demon beasts. Silas planned on killing one and adding its pelt to his bed.
“Thou can’t sleep again,” Chepi said.
Chepi was the quickest to adapt to her new life of the ten he kept from the abducted. Hurit often silently fought the girl for his affection. After two weeks of knowing them, Silas had begun to get a feel for their personalities. Though he was sure, they were mostly faked to keep him happy.
“Mayhap I am excited to hunt the demons of the woods,” Silas said.
“Danger,” She said as she processed his words. Two weeks wasn’t a lot of time, but she learned quickly and tried hard. Her accent wasn’t quite British colonist yet, but given some time, she would be a proper mistress.”
“Tis true, and I relish it. My skills and powers grows with danger.” Silas said and lifted the bedspread to see Hurit lying in wait on his chest, staring at him with her bright brown eyes. Her long black hair was braided, and she watched him intently.
His door opened suddenly, and Chepi dove under his bedspread while some girls complained. “We have soldiers at our gates with William Penn leading them. The Quaker doesn’t look happy.” The dutchman said.
“Alright, I will get dressed and meet the man shortly,” Silas said, lifting himself out of bed and landing on the cold floor of his cabin.
As much as he would like to still consider it a shack, that was no longer the case. He had added numerous rooms and planned to build a second story in the spring. There were always more projects at his homestead, and he enjoyed staying busy.
The quality of the air’s spiritual energy had improved after he upgraded the original rudimentary system. He had gone out of his way to fill in many of the weaknesses it had before. The result was a 30% increase in the rate of spirit energy gathered. In a few years, he planned on refining the process further, but while he had so much else to do, that would have to wait.
“I heard of this man. He is a friend of my people.” Chepi said.
“We attacked first,” Hurit said.
Chepi gave Hurit a dirty look and muttered something in her own language under her breath.
“Stop that thou know the rules of the house,” Silas said.
“Forgiveness,” Chepi said.
“Thou art forgiven but only because thy face is cute when thou pout,” Silas said.
If Silas wasn’t mistaken, William Penn was the orchestrator of the treaty that would eventually deprive the Delaware Indians of their lands. But that wouldn’t be for a few years yet. The man, from all accounts, was a friend to the Lenape people and wholeheartedly believed in dealing fairly with them. His sons, on the other hand, would not. The walking purchase would rob the Delaware Indians of 1,200,000 acres of land.
Thus far, his dealing with William Penn had been cordial and pleasant. If the man merely wanted a place to rest for himself and his men from the snow, Silas would let him in. The quaker was beyond pleasant and might have a cup of good tea.
“Methinks we should present ourselves as thy women,” Hurit said.
Silas was more surprised by her English than anything else. But shook his head in reply.
“Tis a long cold walk to the privy. Enjoy the warm bed while thou can.” Silas said.
He left with the dutchman and stopped to relieve himself before donning the dress of a wealthy farmer. Then he mounted Dotty and rode to the gate with Eugene and two other bounts. While the rest of his fence was connected to a library formation connected to each post by a connecting fractal, the gate was a closed system. It would be difficult for a formations specialist to break into with no easy entry points into the formation.
Silas planned to build a gatehouse near the gate, but that had taken a back seat to other plans. Then, a new one dropped in his lap when he began to get a handle on his problems. The poor honest man would pave the way for his children to swindle an entire people. Trust was to be used and discarded when dealing with the savage, after all. Though that wasn’t the quaker way, from his understanding, it was more in line with puritans.
The man road in bundled up with his men following closely behind. “Silas, methinks we have much to discuss, hopefully someplace warm if thou will have my men and me.” William Penn said.
Silas had the soldiers all but two who wouldn’t leave Williams’s side go to the cooking pavilion to get some food. One of his servants would be tending the fire; it was his turn. A bount went with the men to smooth the way.
He led the man and the soldiers to his home, where Hurit quickly stoked the living room fire to life and put some tea on.
“I hope thou like ham and scones; we have little else prepared this early,” Silas said before the man sat heavily in Silas’s favorite oak chair.
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A frown crossed his face as he sat in another less-worn chair. Silas had planned a day of rest to review his notes and ride Dotty in the snow. Eugene claimed some trout were in the lake, and Silas wouldn’t mind bringing some home for an evening meal. Also, there were some books he hadn’t gotten around to reading that he planned to crack open and read to his little band of war brides.
“That was the last of our water,” Hurit said.
“I will pump some more and bring it in when our guest leaves; make sure the others look presentable. We have a guest.” Silas said.
William looked unhappy, especially when Chepi lowered herself and sat to his right. He would sigh if it didn’t go against solidarity.
Hurit returned and served them tea before taking a spot beside Chepi. Silas allowed the practice to continue but knew his fellow Englishmen would see them as slaves more than the distinction of concubines.
“Methinks thou art too young and can’t see what thy actions have wrought. An attack upon a settlement of the turtle clan of Delaware Indians has been reported. Many were killed by what the trappers claimed, and many women were taken along with horses. We aren’t Vikings.” William said.
Silas dumped some tobacco in his pipe and lit it before offering the sparked match to the man. He took it in kind, and soon the room filled with tobacco smoke.
“They left out how they ambushed me on my land. Seven of their braves pointed lances and arrows at me. After they left, I had them tracked to their settlement and returned the favor.” Silas said.
William took a deep puff from his pipe and made a smoke ring.
“I didn’t know they laid an ambush but thy lands art close to theirs. Thou push our treaty with thy actions. Did anyone die in the ambush?” William asked.
“One,” Silas said, fully willing to let the man come to his own conclusions.
“I see; I heard from John that he loaned thou an overseer. There art rumors that he has committed some embarrassing crimes. Is he still among the living?” William asked.
“No, he has passed. Whatever crimes he committed art between him and God.” Silas said and felt dirty saying the G-word.
Silas didn’t consider the soul king God, even if the dimensional lynchpin had a strong claim to such a title. Still, Silas doubted the soul king cared much for Cletus.
“The girls should be returned to their families.” The man said.
“No, that isn’t happening,” Silas said.
The man looked affronted that Silas would dare deny him. A look of supreme anger came over him before he mastered himself.
“Thou art as rambunctious as my own sons. Methinks thou will hand them over or be left without my protection.” William said.
“I no longer need it. Maybe this would be a different conversation if thou had come two weeks ago. But, instead, my fence is built the protections art set, and the monsters prowl around the edge of my lands.” Silas said.
“Thy fence tis merely posts and wooden planks. Any man could cross it with ease.” William said.
Silas shook his head and let his spirit sense travel to the massive fence. There were formations to keep out those with malicious plans or those seeking justice. Formations that could determine intent were all the rage to allow members of sects to travel between protections without being keyed in. While they weren’t as potent as hand-crafted formations designed for a specific target in mind, they would keep out a few red Indians. As for their shamans, Silas wasn’t sure if they had spiritual power or not.
He had encountered wizards, Shinigami, and knew of full bringers. Silas would deal with each problem as they appeared. There were formations for nearly everything, including some defenses from canon fire. When his foes came, he would rebuff them, then follow them back to their long houses and raid them.
“I thank thee for thy wise council. I had heard there would be a new play performing in late spring from a letter from John. King Lear is to be performed, and I hear it is a marvelously dreary tale.” Silas said.
“Thou art a child unafraid of trouble until the chickens come to roost,” William said.
“No, I am more than I appear and will reveal nothing further. My friend, if thou art still in the area, let us see the show together. John will be there with his daughter, my betrothed.” Silas said.
“What of these women art they to be thy house slave until their kin art at thy gate?” William said.
“Nay, they art my war brides. Booty from a raid but don’t be afraid; stealing women from other tribes is a custom among the savages. I am merely sharing in the custom after they provoked me.” Silas said.
William sipped his tea before calming down. “May gods protect thee from thy foolish notions. Do not let a protestant elder hear a word of thy taken custom. No quaker would be happy, but thou will find we judge least of all the ways of others. So then, if thou art alive, we shall watch King Lear together and drink from the goblet of the sardonic.”
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