CHARTERHOUSE OF PARMA
I am staying, tonight, at the Charterhouse, or
at least they tell me I am. Not alone, mind you,
for two guards have my watch and I am in their
keep. On the way to somewhere else. Me and
Fabrizio, with hussars crapped out in the field.
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I'm not sure why, or how I even got here : the
shrubs hereabouts are lining the roadway quite
thickly - anyone in ambush can be well hid. I
imagine I'll just have to wait on the way.
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This night will be a campfire again along the
side of some open pit? I'd guess. No matter
what they insist on telling me : a ragamuffin
clotting of kids, some old mothers dragging rags
and a cemetery's worth a fanciful old bones.
Well, at least I'm on my to way somewhere.
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