Nay waiting any longer for William, Port Endinburgh sent the requested supplies off to MacLaaran with concerns that William nay showed at the port. They also asked if William had returned to MacLaaran.
Among the supplies delivered were:
For Kyle, a barrel each of the 6 common sizes of nails and six wagon loads of iron near breaking point for His carriage Shoppe.
For Serenity, three bolts of Italian Silk to choose one, or pay more and take all three.
For Damiana, three large sachels of uncommon herbs for Damiana.
For Praegorn, a full months supply of assorted printing supplies.
For Tristham and Gray, half a dozen crates of specialty wines and eight barrels of region specific specialty ales.
After completing business and getting a full nights rest at MacLaaran, they returned to Port Endinburgh.
((( now zipping over to William.. *G* )))
Last few day saw William running out of supplies and thankful for the occasional rain that gave Him something to drink.
Proping Himself up at the root of a bush gave William some comfort and security. The straps of His pack kept Him from falling down farther.
The third day, William made efforts to slowly climb the steep bank of the canyon only to slide back down to where He started.
On the fourth day, William started tossing small rocks up the embankment to stirr up the birds who occassionally circled overhead. This not only caused a noise, it also gave needed activity to Williams arms...something besides proping Himself up and bracing to maintain location.
Reflecting on the maps, realizing the two maps chosen were but a mile north of the normally used longer path .... and the maps left behind reflected path possibilities about half mile south of the normally used path. In each case, the proposed paths were not only shorter, but more dangerous until cleared and a few bridges put in place. So much for short cuts... LOL
The fifth day found more rain. The fall season was apparently trying to arrive just a little early. Now muddy and tired, William tried again to climb the steep incline. This time veering slightly left of His earlier efforts, He found a small cave covered by shrubs. Here He was able to relax and rest easier, though more out of sight of any seeking Him.... except those birds. They must be waiting dinner time...
