My name is Johrr. But my father calls me “Donny.” I think it’s because I laugh ceaselessly. He says it’s time I earn my pittance, so has sent me to the northern border post of the baron’s land. A guy will be on guard with me. His name is Salar. He looks like a good bugger.
Today, my tunic caught in the wheels. Salar took all the morning to unbind me and clear the fabric caught in the gears. “Dummy!” he shouted at me. I had to explain to him that it was “Donny” and not “Dummy.” He is nice, but not very clever.
We saw fires all through the forest last night. Salar says that as long as it’s on the other side of the bridge, it doesn’t concern us. A scarred man showed up this morning. We didn’t let him cross, because he didn’t have any papers. The man came back a little later and asked to talk to me. He explained that he was part of a troupe of acrobats who wanted to make a great show for the baron. It was to be a surprise, so I wasn’t allowed to tell anybody.
Tonight I lowered the bridge for the acrobats. They are incredibly numerous, It’s going to be a hell of a show! Salar shouted “We must warn the baron!” and he sped to the castle. I found it’s a shame to spoil the surprise.
There must be an illusionist in the troupe, because it looks like the castle is on fire! Salar didn’t come back; he had to stay at the party. I would have liked to attend, but I can’t leave my post in case enemies approach the bridge.
Written by Sirpë Ráma