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Caravan Stop

[Note: This story gives some idea of the imaginary Jevlir Caravansary, after which this blog was named.] The Jevlir Caravansary is just across the river from the small, but well-fortified town of Jevlir. Immediately to the west, the great east-west caravan route enters the pass of the mountains, variously known as the East Enzar range,…

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Guarding Books

“Books!” muttered Bryan. “I’m hanging from this rope to get books.” Bryan was a professional caravan guard, used to crossing these mountains with expensive cargoes. Generally, he expected substantial bonuses for ensuring the safe passage of his employer’s goods. The bonuses were guaranteed by the sale of the expensive cargo. But times were hard, and…

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Who Will Protect Us?

Our frenzied packing was interrupted by the arrival of the royal messenger. “Good news!” he said. “There’s a cease fire. You don’t have to leave.” We all stood around watching him, foolishly holding precious possessions in our arms, and looking at the wagons, mules and donkeys that were partially loaded. “What happened?” I asked. “A…