Boats. Why always boats? If there are any answers to be found in the Seven Kingdoms they will be in the capitol, so we sail to Dire Island and Dir e Andruka. There, we will apparently find the best library in this half the world, as well as the royal Seminary. I would be interested to better understand the religion of this land; they call their king a god but they do not worship him; they call their ruling class priests but I have seen them conduct no services.

Yesterday we encountered the third and last of the Alrean rebels; we fought, we won, he ran. This is becoming something of a habit. Are they following us?

Evening reflections. On the road to the Golden City. An uneventful few days on the pilgrimage road to Dir e Andruka. Armed with a tourist map and a phrasebook, we join the loyal Andrutian subjects travelling to see the holy city. The weather has been fine and the trip pleasant, even on foot. (Any other form of travel is forbidden to and from the capitol.)

Evening reflections, next day. It’s been another of those days about which I have less to say than I think I should. We have at last defeated the rebels: Saland, Valmir, and Naurent have all fallen attempting to kill us. I have no idea what they wanted with us and no clue as to their motivations in L’Roma; there was nothing of any interest in their possessions. Nothing to do, it seems, but continue on our journey and hope all will be revealed.

We should reach the capitol tomorrow. Reflections en route to Katse.