The Long-Standing Online Campaign, beginning in Germany, travelling through Italy and Greece to the Sea of Azov.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
The Way to Soest
Sunday, September 7, 1650
Weather: Brisk temperatures and an intermittent storm, with a high wind
You cannot help but wonder if you should be travelling upon this, or any road today. The weather is slightly warmer than chilly ('brisk' would be in the 40s), but after last night's steady storm, the drizzle that lasted until morning, the storm that is just relenting as the party in Arnsberg gets themselves packed - the sky still threatening above - the road is unimaginably sloppy and unpleasant. The road bound for Hamme is no better, which the party can see as both roads fork from west of town. The blustering wind blows from the North-Northeast, directly against the party.
Worse (and this is presuming the party goes ahead anyway, tramping along with their horses rather than daring to ride and breaking a horse's leg), after the morning has passed with one last brief storm that breaks the wind at last (it settles to a still, light air), the party passes three staggered wagonfulls of dead men bound south for Arnsberg, some ten minutes apart, driven by sullen, unhappy drivers. The third wagon passes, making nearly sixty dead bodies in all.