~~as dreamer was polishing the Silver with 2 other of the girls thee girls and the Guard wanted me to read a scroll to them while we worked...she took the scroll and held it flat before me with the sugar bowl and the cream pitcher...then began reading
William was found as a child...perched on a little rock by a pond...nearby...the remains of his parents small holding still smoldered....in his little hands he held a small wooden sword which was charred along its edges
the Men that found him were from an Outpost nearby who were coming to the small Holding to buy supplies...after seeing the carnage left behind...they gathered the boy up...wrapping him in cloaks and sat him in their wagon while they searched the ruins....a few bodies were pulled from the remains including those of his parents and some others who couldn’t be identified
William was taken back to the Outpost where the Captain of the Guards was told of what was found....the Captain asked if any knew the boys name to which none did...e then asked William who just looked at the Man quizzically...the Captain looked to the Men once more “who found this boy?” he asked them to which a Man stepped forward “I did” he replied raising a hand
“and your name?” he was asked to which the Man replied “I am William” and then added almost to himself “So strange was it to find the boy alive in all that”
The Captain looked at the Man and addressing all those present “then that shall be his name...William Strange” he said “William for the Man who found him and Strange for his survival”
William spent many months at the Outpost...the men all treated him like a son but there came a time when they were all due to leave...anew group of Soldiers arrived to relieve the ones he knew and the traders moved on to pastures new
William was placed in the care of a Man and his Companion...with them he traveled much of Gor until one day...en route to Helmutsport...the Man Turmus suddenly clutched his chest and tumbled from the wagon...his Companion...Tena...screamed and jumped down to his side...William leapt from the wagon shouting out to Turmus...he gathered the Man up and checked for signs of life but it was too late...Turmus was dead before he hit the ground...Tena knelt wailing beside him and William took her in his arms and held her till she settled some
after a while...William helped Tena back into the wagon...then he gathered up the body of Turmus and gently laid him in the back of the wagon and covered the man he knew as a Father with a blanket...William climbed aboard the wagon and set the single Bosk in motion along the trail
William and his adoptive Mother Tena settled for a short time just south of Kassau...they found a small plot of land near a Forest and between them they used the wagon parts and fresh wood from the Forest to build a small home...it was the first permanent home for them since the Outpost
William spent his days hunting for food and collecting wood for the fire and trying to constantly maintain the little shack...Tena would gut and clean his kills and help where she could.,,they lived a very simple life there for a few years and were happy
One day...William left early to check his snares in the Forest...he had a good catch that day...many small creatures had been caught and would become various meals for William and his Mother...he returned pleased and eager to share his catch only to find Tena never woke that morning...she had died peacefully in her sleep
it took William a few days to recover from yet another loss but eventually he decided it was time to move on...he gathered up all he felt he needed (including that small wooden sword) and loaded it all in a pack...he then shuttered the windows and closed the door of the cabin...the body of Tena still tucked up in her furs inside....he then set the cabin alight in various places and sat back watching it burn
William gathered his things up as the last of the flames died out and headed off...where to...he didn’t know...he spent the next few years wandering Gor...finding work in various places to cover supplies
eventually William stumbled across the Village of Rorus...he stood outside in the fields looking at the place for a little while...he could see people and Bosk carts coming and going...there was a little Saw Mill outside and he could hear the machinery as it cut and trimmed the wood...glance past that were some buildings with wisps of smoke from their chimneys
he looked back towards the gate and blinked as the sunlight seemed to glow from behind the buildings almost lighting the place as a beacon to him...with a smile he stepped on towards the gate and the strange homely feeling he got from the place
so William had been in Rorus only a short time when one day while at the bakery...he was approached and served by the prettiest of slave girls...she had long curly...unruly ginger hair...a tiny little figure of pale skin and a smattering of freckles...she wore the greenest of eyes that sparkled with mischief and bore a smile that lit the very sky
as she served him...William watched her intently...he asked her name and was told “58”
William now lives at Glen Leven...a small Gorean Village with "58"
"
~~ dreamer finished reading and the Guard and the girls thanked her for reading to them for they could not and loved the way dreamer made them come to life
~~us girls finished the polishing of the silver dreamer rolled up the scroll and handed it to the Guard
William was found as a child...perched on a little rock by a pond...nearby...the remains of his parents small holding still smoldered....in his little hands he held a small wooden sword which was charred along its edges
the Men that found him were from an Outpost nearby who were coming to the small Holding to buy supplies...after seeing the carnage left behind...they gathered the boy up...wrapping him in cloaks and sat him in their wagon while they searched the ruins....a few bodies were pulled from the remains including those of his parents and some others who couldn’t be identified
William was taken back to the Outpost where the Captain of the Guards was told of what was found....the Captain asked if any knew the boys name to which none did...e then asked William who just looked at the Man quizzically...the Captain looked to the Men once more “who found this boy?” he asked them to which a Man stepped forward “I did” he replied raising a hand
“and your name?” he was asked to which the Man replied “I am William” and then added almost to himself “So strange was it to find the boy alive in all that”
The Captain looked at the Man and addressing all those present “then that shall be his name...William Strange” he said “William for the Man who found him and Strange for his survival”
William spent many months at the Outpost...the men all treated him like a son but there came a time when they were all due to leave...anew group of Soldiers arrived to relieve the ones he knew and the traders moved on to pastures new
William was placed in the care of a Man and his Companion...with them he traveled much of Gor until one day...en route to Helmutsport...the Man Turmus suddenly clutched his chest and tumbled from the wagon...his Companion...Tena...screamed and jumped down to his side...William leapt from the wagon shouting out to Turmus...he gathered the Man up and checked for signs of life but it was too late...Turmus was dead before he hit the ground...Tena knelt wailing beside him and William took her in his arms and held her till she settled some
after a while...William helped Tena back into the wagon...then he gathered up the body of Turmus and gently laid him in the back of the wagon and covered the man he knew as a Father with a blanket...William climbed aboard the wagon and set the single Bosk in motion along the trail
William and his adoptive Mother Tena settled for a short time just south of Kassau...they found a small plot of land near a Forest and between them they used the wagon parts and fresh wood from the Forest to build a small home...it was the first permanent home for them since the Outpost
William spent his days hunting for food and collecting wood for the fire and trying to constantly maintain the little shack...Tena would gut and clean his kills and help where she could.,,they lived a very simple life there for a few years and were happy
One day...William left early to check his snares in the Forest...he had a good catch that day...many small creatures had been caught and would become various meals for William and his Mother...he returned pleased and eager to share his catch only to find Tena never woke that morning...she had died peacefully in her sleep
it took William a few days to recover from yet another loss but eventually he decided it was time to move on...he gathered up all he felt he needed (including that small wooden sword) and loaded it all in a pack...he then shuttered the windows and closed the door of the cabin...the body of Tena still tucked up in her furs inside....he then set the cabin alight in various places and sat back watching it burn
William gathered his things up as the last of the flames died out and headed off...where to...he didn’t know...he spent the next few years wandering Gor...finding work in various places to cover supplies
eventually William stumbled across the Village of Rorus...he stood outside in the fields looking at the place for a little while...he could see people and Bosk carts coming and going...there was a little Saw Mill outside and he could hear the machinery as it cut and trimmed the wood...glance past that were some buildings with wisps of smoke from their chimneys
he looked back towards the gate and blinked as the sunlight seemed to glow from behind the buildings almost lighting the place as a beacon to him...with a smile he stepped on towards the gate and the strange homely feeling he got from the place
so William had been in Rorus only a short time when one day while at the bakery...he was approached and served by the prettiest of slave girls...she had long curly...unruly ginger hair...a tiny little figure of pale skin and a smattering of freckles...she wore the greenest of eyes that sparkled with mischief and bore a smile that lit the very sky
as she served him...William watched her intently...he asked her name and was told “58”
William now lives at Glen Leven...a small Gorean Village with "58"
"
~~ dreamer finished reading and the Guard and the girls thanked her for reading to them for they could not and loved the way dreamer made them come to life
~~us girls finished the polishing of the silver dreamer rolled up the scroll and handed it to the Guard