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Quee Quaig's Coffin Thatch Colón Book Two, Part 4 Sir, Your Highness rather, said Carl, I need a stop to this strife.  The very plane is in peril and this very land is a large hinge to the future.  If you could broker a truce? Perhaps Queen Iolanthe can send some of her army to help make it lasting.  You know Iolanthe well enough to ask for her sister soldiers for us, you are a deep and powerful man Carl, granted.  Do not heed the tales of bloodshed, they will be true, but we will make a truce, and await the Fae.  I cannot guarantee how long I can hold a truce, so once I send word to Iolanthe, her sister soldiers will need to be quick.   I am sure they will be your Highness, said Carl.  I have paid a life debt to her, and I would think she wants me alive so she can redeem it.   A life debt to Queen Iolanthe, wondered the Gd, you have depths to you Carl that I would like to know.  If you are ever here again, and you will know it, It ...

Quee Quaig's Coffin Thatch Colón Book Two, Part 3 Carl and Que Quaig traded in their armor and weapons for rough farmer's garb.  Que Quaig went barefoot, claiming his toes needed to feel the dirt.  Carl, not a hobbit by any means, wore farmers boots, old and mended lovingly by the Farmers son.   They worked the fields, it was the time of gathering, but begged off the picking and storing of apples.  They ate the hearty food provided by the Farmers Daughter, drank the fine local ale, purchased and delivered, for the first time in memory, with gold.  It was a peaceful existence, reminding Que Quaig of his farm, and his geese on the shore of the sea of Salt, an inland lake that was so salty, even the fish could not live.  But it was anything but peaceful, the marauders took what they could see, leaving “half” to the farmers.  They must have been not paying attention in numbers class, because the half the townspeople got was significantly smaller than ...

  Quee Quaig's Coffin Book Two For the Geese (part II) The next morning they woke, broke fast, and started traveling, leaving twin trails of smoke rings from their new pipes, and bags of imported pipe weed, a rare treat.  Again listeners, they days became nights, and the nights become days, the pipe weed grew low, and the leaves began to change color, signifying the changing of the guard, the Lord of the Land would go rest, and the Master of the underworld, freed from his subterranean Kingdom for a short piece of time, sent a beautiful death to the plants, and would eventually purify the earth with his white powder.  We will jump ahead again, I think, to the beginning of the next hinge of history, but I would like to take a moment and introduce you to the fierce, warrior side of our characters, Que Quaig and Carl.  Indulge me listeners, for this may be eye opening.   There were no inns in these parts, and Que Quaig and Carl were staying at small farms, trad...