The Cabin
originally posted January 9, 2006
When we arrived, my brother's cabin was not much the worse for wear. Few people pass through these woods and of those few, only a handful, perhaps, know of this cabin. It is fairly well secluded and those that do find it, other than breaking the lock to gain entry, do not damage it and are not generally of the mind to steal anything. They are, like myself, looking for a place to escape the elements. There is, for the record, little worth taking and that which might have some minimal value is not easily transported from these dense woods. The tub, previously mentioned in another entry, for instance, while a fine & serviceable tub, would not be worth the exertion of carrying it for what it might gain in trade. There are, too, some rugs and a few pelts. While they could be carried off with little effort, most people are pragmatic enough to recognize the value of having something to sleep upon far outweighs the market for such used goods. It does happen on occasion, of course, but like most visits, I was pleased to see what I recalled being here the last time intact. I would argue that the most valuable thing about the cabin is the cabin itself. Varhan is a woodsman and an artisan. Pride and skilled craftmanship are evident in the construction of this modest home
I did have to repair the door, but it wasn't too terribly involved. One of the hinges that was removed to gain entry was not replaced, presumably because it was lost in the dark and the fellow neglected to find it in the grass the following morning. It was beside the porch steps, the dull metal catching my eye with only a few moments of searching. Joy's work was more involved. She spent most of the day beating the dust from the rugs and pelts and, once finished with that lengthy chore, cleaning the interior while airing the place out. I spent the remainder of the day foraging for supper, accompanied by Tasta, who oriented herself to the new surroundings.
It has been several days, about a hand, since leaving Ar. By now, Ephraim will have escorted Sana and perhaps Emily back to Samsara. It was the Verr's idea that she return to Samsara in my absence to maintain the home while Joy is away. I recognize the girl's entreaty was not completely altruistic, but I did not gainsay her the privilege of returning to the place where her meager mat, muchly frayed about the edges, and chain stillawait her return. She is a sentimental little whore. I have no doubt that it will buoy her spirits and have her eager to work that much harder while I am away. Emily, too, should she beg to be included, will find her chain and mat precisely where she remembers it before being conscripted to work in my Boarding House. They are Slaves of Samsara, afterall.
If and when they are permitted to return, of course, is entirely dependent upon my whim.
When we arrived, my brother's cabin was not much the worse for wear. Few people pass through these woods and of those few, only a handful, perhaps, know of this cabin. It is fairly well secluded and those that do find it, other than breaking the lock to gain entry, do not damage it and are not generally of the mind to steal anything. They are, like myself, looking for a place to escape the elements. There is, for the record, little worth taking and that which might have some minimal value is not easily transported from these dense woods. The tub, previously mentioned in another entry, for instance, while a fine & serviceable tub, would not be worth the exertion of carrying it for what it might gain in trade. There are, too, some rugs and a few pelts. While they could be carried off with little effort, most people are pragmatic enough to recognize the value of having something to sleep upon far outweighs the market for such used goods. It does happen on occasion, of course, but like most visits, I was pleased to see what I recalled being here the last time intact. I would argue that the most valuable thing about the cabin is the cabin itself. Varhan is a woodsman and an artisan. Pride and skilled craftmanship are evident in the construction of this modest home
I did have to repair the door, but it wasn't too terribly involved. One of the hinges that was removed to gain entry was not replaced, presumably because it was lost in the dark and the fellow neglected to find it in the grass the following morning. It was beside the porch steps, the dull metal catching my eye with only a few moments of searching. Joy's work was more involved. She spent most of the day beating the dust from the rugs and pelts and, once finished with that lengthy chore, cleaning the interior while airing the place out. I spent the remainder of the day foraging for supper, accompanied by Tasta, who oriented herself to the new surroundings.
It has been several days, about a hand, since leaving Ar. By now, Ephraim will have escorted Sana and perhaps Emily back to Samsara. It was the Verr's idea that she return to Samsara in my absence to maintain the home while Joy is away. I recognize the girl's entreaty was not completely altruistic, but I did not gainsay her the privilege of returning to the place where her meager mat, muchly frayed about the edges, and chain stillawait her return. She is a sentimental little whore. I have no doubt that it will buoy her spirits and have her eager to work that much harder while I am away. Emily, too, should she beg to be included, will find her chain and mat precisely where she remembers it before being conscripted to work in my Boarding House. They are Slaves of Samsara, afterall.
If and when they are permitted to return, of course, is entirely dependent upon my whim.
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