You would think that people would still be on edge so soon after an attack. The problem was our intelligence was too good and we found out quickly that Mr. Lies had been hurt harder that even we had believed. He had retreated to the part of the city that was for all practical a slum with maybe one tenth of his original force. It meant he wouldn’t be attacking us again anytime soon. The city was recovering so well that people were returning back to normal routine. The novel writers for National Novel Writing Month had now settled into the pub and were writing away. Most of my regulars and employees had settled into writing their novels with gusto. The pub was a mass of people punching keys, scribbling dialogue and otherwise getting their ideas on paper.
The memorial service for my wife had been a couple of weeks ago and I was now getting a little more used to the idea that she was not their anymore. Going home had been the hardest as the house was now truly empty. I felt uneasy at home still so I would spend more time with the pub, writing my own novel and in the cellar brewing my favorite brews. I then felt the thing I had been searching for all at once while I was pouring some of my wine into a barrel. The tranquil feeling of peace. I was still sad but my anger had subsided and I felt I was truly tranquil in my spirit. Whatever the future brings, I will be ready to face it.
You would have thought that my new-found role in the Silver Shields would have prompted some activity but because we had kicked ass so well, it was actually a lot of mopping up and gathering information. I was pretty sure that all out battle was not our opponents goal. Mr. Lies would now have to settle in for a long war of subterfuge, cloak and dagger. A war he would be a formidable foe to try to defeat. Right now all our reports were that he was basically licking his wounds and gathering his forces.
Tequila and I had settled into a role of just being affectionate. We no longer really hid our relationship from anyone. At the same time out of respect for my late wife I had agreed to a time of mourning until the end of the year. Basically what that meant was that the most we would do is hold hands and kiss each other goodnight. I went back to my cover as a bartender and she a barmaid. Sherry and Vodka had taken Harmonia home and settled in. I of course made sure that a couple of the Silver Shields were on bodyguard duty but in secret. I wanted the new family to be as normal as possible.
In fact everything kind of returned back to the way it was and it was kind of like someone hit a reset button. I looked around at all the writers and was impressed at how many were my regulars and how many were writing this year. Last year about half of them finished their novel and I was working again on another one. Interestingly enough, my novel was going well as it was one other place I poured my grief and loss to find tranquility.
I found myself in the courtyard a lot with Naphtha too. There was a peace in the company of the naked dryad that I could find when all other sources did not work. She however was very sleepy.
“Naphtha, last year you said that your ‘hunger’ would need to be feed and it turned out you have been chosen to bring in Spring. What are the chances of that happening again.”
“Zero, my hunger will definitely need to be feed in Spring. I however have already made arrangements for this.”
“Yes, I found a volunteer this time. With any luck he will survive.”
“I cannot tell you, that was his condition that you not be told. He figured you would try to talking him out of it.”
I sighed deeply and laid back on the now brown grass. It was hard to believe that this summer I had been laying in this exact spot and looking for a cloud shaped like a rubber duck. Now it was cold and I was wearing jeans and a jacket but their were no clouds. The sky was completely clear and crisp. I found some peace thinking that it was good to be alive and loved by so many. Now I just needed a drink.
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