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Yay, I logged in! No, actually that is really something of an achievement for me... which is really embarrassing. It took me about 5 tries to get the password accepted! So I always feel accomplished whenever I log in... very concerning. Any way, our internet was down, now it's up again and I see this deluge of new bloggers and new stories... sighs. Gets out editor's glasses and gets comfortable.... So maybe that means I should get out and start writing... just maybe.

Has anybody else had problems with the categories? It seems that whenever I open up a catergory such as "Homer's Posts" I don't actually get all of my posts, instead I just get the normal blog page. Which is tricky for finding old parts of stories that I need to catch up on. Does anyone else have this problem, or know how to fix it?

"The men of the village then scattered, some towards tools to bury the dead men, others to drag the bodies towards the mass grave- not before Tries confiscated the armour of the guards, as he was a leading citizen and the only one able to “appreciate such art.” Robert examined the bodies. Expressions of mixed horror, shock, fear and surprise registered on all their faces- a look they would now maintain forever. Burnt beyond use, the wagon was left to disintegrate and cool down for a while before it was removed.

 

It only took the concerted effort of the villagers 5 minutes to bury the dead (noticeably without any rites) and tidy up after  the scuffle. Tries was triumphant.

“A sign of the times! A sign of the times I tell you Robert! A new age! A new nation! Yes! A new nation! A new nation for our generation! For our children! A new age!”

Crowing off such nationalistic slogans, the burly blacksmith allowed Robert to guide him into the privacy of Tries’ hut.

 

Tries’ hut was not very spacious- designed for the needs of one messy bachelor as it was. However, there was, miraculously enough, a table and two chairs, at which Robert sat his friend down and looked him in the eye.

“Just what was that all about Tries? Calm down, calm down, what was it all about?”

Tries finished his exultant catchphrases and took a few deep breaths.

“It’s a revolution.”

 

Robert looked at him warily. As a force of habit, he rarely became involved in politics; it made enemies of potential customers.

“It’s a revolution against the king at Merschall. It’s a revolution against the tyranny, the despotism, the…”

“Okay Tries.”

“Sorry, I get all fired up when I think of…”

“Who’s leading the revolution?” Robert shot out, trying to lead Tries onto more fruitful conversation.

“The Red-neck, he’s a robber baron out bush somewhere. He leads an entire army of bandits, preying on the despot’s tax men…”

“Is he a risk to peace and order?”

 

Tries snorted. “Of course he is. He’s a warrior! He’s a rebel! And he’s going to bring down the government. A new, fierce light entered Tries eyes, and he thumped his large fist down on the table. Robert flinched. “Which side are you on, Robert? Which side? Ours… or theirs?”

HOMER