Bosk & the Vosk

originally posted August 26, 2006

Today we crossed the Vosk, leaving Lara behind. Ferries moved the caravan, wagon by wagon, bosk by bosk, across the cold, turbulent waters of the planet's largest river. It took much of the day to perform this operation, the logistics of moving the beasts causing the greatest difficulty. One cannot blame a bosk for taking issue with the idea of crossing a river wide enough that it cannot easily see the other side of. For example, the bosk might be grousing, "Is there not fresh grass here, right where we are?" It is a difficult argument to win, I imagine, so I am pleased not to be of the Drovers. The years spent on the Plains of Turia told me one certain thing. As the bosk go, so go the Wagon Peoples. Our camp is only a few pasangs south of the Vosk River. Many years ago this was a dead area, salted and razed by order of Marlenus to deter an invading force from marching upon my city. Since that time, it has again become a fertile. flowering plain with lush grasses. The bosk are happy.