The inevitable is not strange

by Christopher Barker

A few days passed quietly before Èohere spoke of the encounter. We were sitting around the small wooden table eating meat and gravy with two different assortment of breads. After that man had gone, Èohere had started spending more of his time locked up in his room. In those slight moments when I got a few peeks at his room to call him for his meal or some other important matter, his room had looked a complete mess. His books, novels, maps and scrolls scattered about the place. Him going through the texts with his full concentration. It looked like he was searching for something. But me being the wanna-be-neutral person I am didn't ask him about it. If he wanted to talk, then he will, sooner or later. Although on a second thought it came more sooner than I had anticipated.

395 pages, Kindle Edition

Published May 4, 2019