21.jul
finally had some free time this morning. was glad that the other
women were finally up to more weapons work. we had a good exercise.
now i am enjoying the sunshine. for the first time in what feels
like weeks, i don't feel exhausted. funny i should feel that way
since we got in very early this morning. maybe the sun is relaxing
me and there are no plans to go anywhere for a little bit. it
would be too much to hope that we would be able to relax for the
whole day...
early yesterday, we finally got everything from the midnight cavalry charge taken care of. others were going through the house and working with prisoners. edward had been detailed to do something with the cannon. the things i go through! he had several of the prussion military people explaining how the cannon worked. i stayed with him, but i could feel the eyes of those men on me. i can very well guess what they were thinking. even though i can keep them away now, those looks make me feel ill. like it was all happening again. i was never so happy as when edward finished and we went in. i'm also very glad that sir cosmo told edward that he couldn't keep the cannon...
I had only settled in and started falling asleep when i heard scream and fighting. i greatly appologize to the rest of the party that i was not there to help against the undead. with all the evil men in the world, why must we keep fighting undead evil? ms witnell was almost killed. or she was dead until mrs cuthbert healed her. i'm not sure which. we ended up finally camping out in the great hall with nothing but a pathetic attempt at privacy with a simple make shift curtain. i'm sure i didn't sleep well. i was worried that we wouldn't be private. lucky for them the men all stayed on their side of the curtain!
later last night we fought vampires. i don't know how they did it, but they made day into night and we lit the vampires on fire and were able to kill them. since most vampires do really badly in daylight, i wonder if they have thought about using the instant daylight as a regular weapon? as part of the vampire attack, we found out that someone had ordered the assasination of the head of france. that would be bad. so we raced off again.
now we are in france. never thought to see france. too bad cercumstances aren't better. war seems ready to break out at any moment. i wonder if we shall see anything other than explosions and undead? we are staying at the consulate. mrs cuthberts daughter is here. little elinore is very charming. someone should see to her defense training. i would hate for anyone that sweet to be hurt.
edward was acting very strangely during breakfast. he kept crawling around on the floor. I'll never understand her.
the others are talking about a trip to look for assasin holes. i suppose we must leave soon. oops. must put up my pen. appearantly wooster has just shown up. on a boat. flying the british colors. is he really that dumb?
(later)
stop pacing! i hear nothing but requests to stop my pacing. so i shall stop for a few moments and distract myself by writing. never thought i would WANT to write. but there are no other distractions here. in jail! jail. ok. a very loose jail, but jail never the less! and without my sword! matilda is in the hands of some uncaring guard who doesn't care that she is nicked and dirty!
remind me to never talk about things i don't want to see in my diary. for i have seen nothing but explosions and undead this afternoon. at least i didn't need the note i pinned to my bodice in case i forget who i am again. as long as we are in places where magic might go awry, the note with my name and to take me to the british consulate stays on my bodice.
we found assasins in the last hole we went to investigate. most of the party ran up the stairs, and miss sinclare and edward climbed the building. i stayed with ms witnell at the foot of the stairs. i didn't know what to expect, so i kept limber.
suddenly there were gunshots and other explosions. the bells even fell from the tower. how we'll ever explain that away, i'll never know. since i couldn't do anything, i tried to be ready for anything. while i was waiting, i noted something rising out of the ground. like whisps of fog but different. since my sword didn't seem to do anything, i let them be. i wish i could have stopped them. they were spirits, and all went into the body of the man who fell with? onto? the bells. it is very unnerving to have a huge man with very little of his head left shamble out of the front of the building. muttering something in lattin. either about consuming or consumating. i couldn't tell which, and, frankly, don't want to. i wanted to run. badly. but i couldn't leave ms witnell. she was busy chanting, and i have noted that the magick users can't seem to do anything else when they are chanting. so i tried to fight him off. never mind that he had skin like rocks. never mind that he was hurting my precious matilda more than i hurt him! poor matilda. when will i get her back to take care of her?
it took lots of work, the church being dropped on him, him climbing out of the wreckage, and a rocket parasol in the back of the head before the magick users could lay him to rest. at that point, the french police arrested us all. all of the obvious weapons were taken (poor matilda!), but we were not carefully searched. thus i have all the rest of my protection. but i can't take them out to care for them either. i just can't sit here any longer.
i hope the others can forgive my pacing, but i can't keep still any longer!
22.jul
at least i got a good sleep last night. now we are packing again.
i am a little ahead of the others since i never really unpacked.
i have spent the morning doing my best for the awful nicks and
abraisions in my poor matilda. i feel i have finally gotten the
worst taken care of. it did a great deal of time though. she looks
a little better now. there was a row of some sort out in the garden.
it ended and now we are packing before we go somewhere. i heard
someone mention shmit, and i imagine they are trying to find another
way to deal with him. miss namaste seems very upset since the
argument ended. well, so does everyone else. that and afraid.
i hope everyone gets this figured out. it is much more difficult
to fight well when one is angry, upset, and afraid. i wonder where
tonight shall find us? and i was just finding my way around...
oh well, i can work on finishing my attentions to matilda and
then start on sarah (dagger).
i will be so glad to be home.
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