Not only were we far from the main river leading to Riverboat Junction, but few boatmen would venture down this fork of the river because of pirates. Yes, pirates. And not that far away. Oh no, we planned to produce valuable Holy Books. Pirates! What were we to do? Abandon our town? Our town was well established, our stockpiles and storage barns full. We had buildings constructed and waiting for educated workers to graduate: a tailor, a blacksmith, forester huts, woodcutters, gatherers and houses. We were about to build a stone bridge across the river to where we planned to build our monastery. It would seem, as the old saying goes, we were up a creek without a paddle.
And then I saw a wondrous sight, a miracle, a sign from above that we were on the right path and had nothing to fear. I saw, with my own eyes, the laborers carrying building materials to the bridge construction site walking on the water, like in the Holy Book, walking on water.
The decision was made that here we would stay. During year 7, Arth was the first student to graduate, followed by our son, Nather. When Adelila became an adult we hoped she would chose our boy but she married Arth instead. They moved into the house by the tailor shop and had a baby girl, Coleta, the following year. When Earnettina became an adult she chose to marry Henerald, they moved into the newly completed house down by the creek. Our son remained at home.
So it was some time before my husband told me an interesting story about the 3 clerics in Smallville. Mile was a good storyteller, like his father, they both had a knack for making people laugh.
So, as the story goes, the 2 younger clerics would go fishing together on the big lake, they had a small boat. They planned to have a fish fry to celebrate the new church having been built, so they asked Flintonia to go with them. They were out on the lake early and before long one of the young clerics said he was getting hungry, how about he goes gets them some honeybuns? The others agreed so he stood up, stepped over the side of the boat, and headed off in the direction of the bakery walking on water. Flintonia was speechless, staring off after him open-mouthed. Before she could utter a word, the other young cleric said he would go get them some ale to wash down the honeybuns. He stood up, stepped over the side of the boat, and was off in the same direction, walking on water. Flintonia was dumbfounded, convinced the lake must be blessed or filled with holy water, or something. She was the eldest cleric, if they could do it, she could do it. She stood up, stepped over the side of the boat, and sank. She surfaced, sputtering, and climbed back in the boat to try again. Same results. The third time she said a small prayer before stepping over the side but she still sank. By now the 2 younger clerics had returned with the honeybuns and ale and stood on the shore watching her as she tried over and over again, each time sinking into the water. The 1st cleric, after taking a bite of honeybun, said to the 2nd cleric, "So, do you think we should tell her where the stumps are?"