Entry for 18 April
I’m finding it difficult to put my thoughts to paper today.
It would take a novel to recount the events in their entirety. I will not try to.
I think I should write a letter to Officer Adalbart. I feel terrible that he got caught in the midst of such hysteria. I don’t know what caused the people of Bree to lose their minds the way they did, but it was one of the most frightening things I’ve ever witnessed. Of course, my friends were there out of concern for my well-being, but there were many faces I’d never seen before, nor did I recognize. I know that recent events, whispers, and rumors, have stirred frustrations and suspicions, but I hope to never see such a scene repeated. My night in a jail cell was a miserable one, yes. I was shaken, anxious, lonely, and more worried for my loved ones than for myself. I was angry at Adalbart at first, though I said nothing once he’d laid down his decision, and I didn’t fight it. No, it was Richard, that fiend, who convinced him to do this! He dared speak to me as I was being ushered out of the jailhouse. If he has any sense of what’s good for him, he’ll never address me again.
I saw the hooded woman, Aggy, as I was being brought out, and Edda, too. I don’t know what either of them were doing there, but I was thankful for their presence. Amid so many angry, shouting men, they were a gentle and calming pair.
My mind can’t seem to let go of the images. Guards everywhere. I thought I recognized some faces of the men bearing arms, too. Men who are not Watch officers. I saw Baldmar, for he was heads above everyone else in the crowd. His face was like a thundercloud, angrier than I’ve ever seen him. And beside him was Conrob. The sight of him broke my heart. His visage was a tempest of rage and worry. I pray I never have to see him that way again, with armed men and iron bars between us.
I caught sight of others as they finally opened the gate, and Adalbart rushed me out. Objects were being thrown, someone was shouting about weapons being used, the din was so deafening it made my ears ring. I hardly remember anything afterwards beyond grabbing onto Conrob and begging him to get me home. Baldmar’s voice was nearby, urging us to go. I vaguely recall the ride back to the village. I just know that I wept most of the way, with exhaustion, relief, and a thousand other emotions.
I’ve not gone back into town. I slept most of the following day, Conrob’s comforting arms clutching me protectively. He hasn’t gone out to work, nor ventured into Bree. He refuses to leave me, and I won’t say that I’m not glad of it.
I wonder where Aallan is. I wonder what he’ll make of all this. I wonder if he cares that I spent a night in a jail cell for him.