zena - 10:43pm Apr 23, 2002 ET
"Agere Sequitur Esse"
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The sun was just rising over Cyrene's roof when Zena slipped out of the big wooden door to the Inn. The grass still held the promise of a cool dewy day and only the rooster in the yard was awake. Her horse has already been saddled and she slung her bag with the provisions over the saddle horn. "Those dried lima beans will give me several dinners" she thought as she left Amphipolis by the northern road.
The monthly Amazon Pig Roast at Cyrene's was always a welcome break from the hardships of the road and a chance to catch up on all the news. The party had gone on into the pre dawn hours with everyone singing and dancing on the tables. Three barrels of meade were dry and the pig was just a memory. Next month she would suggest that chicken might be on the menu - less greasy.
As she mulled over these thoughts Zena became aware that someone was riding hard behind her and would soon be at her side. She reached for her sword as Evergreen pulled her horse up just behind her.
