It took some days to locate this journal, because I left it in my saddle
bags and have been preoccupied with our hosts. But as I wrote before, my
beloved and I have found the Lord of the Castle and he granted hospitality to
us.
He did vaguely chastise me for delaying my return though. I
explained that the circumstances were too severe to both remain in the realm
and survive at the moment I last departed. I expect that soon he will ask for
clarification; and I dread describing that moment.
My beloved was suitably impressed with the castle and its forbidding location. As before the Lord escorted us through the jungle and remarked on our
“wonderfully delicious youth,” which was not praise necessarily. In honesty it
meant that our method of travel was primitive and plain compared to his. That
is a theme that surrounds me in particular here.
For now I am content that we arrived in safety, but not in
complete ease. We do not forget that our hosts are just as dangerous as the
rest of the inhabitants of this realm. If better mannered and dressed.
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