Coming HomeThe enemy came from Salvation. They came in the fall. “The Knights of the Book”. They told us we were sinners, that we had to be punished. They set fires and raised ladders, but our walls, the walls of Gabriel, were too high, and we rained down a reckoning so fierce that they were forced to pull back. Out of anger, they launched our own people into the city, the poor farmers and cobblers and merchants who couldn’t make it in before the gates closed. Their bodies looked like seabirds as they flew through the air, those clumsy types that got blown in by the storms every now and then, all legs and beak and belly. Nobody could tell if they were dead before or after they were sent flying, but they sure were when they splatted on the stones.
It didn’t take long to deal with them. We
